"J-Just, Lieutenant Colonel…?"
Her upper body bent over, and only her white buttocks were raised high toward me. The most defenseless and humiliating position.
Between her widely parted thighs, her tender inner flesh and tightly closed pink petals were exposed indecently.
"I think this area also needs maintenance."
I rubbed my glans between the cleft of her buttocks and whispered.
"Ah…! Ugh…!"
"Is this your first time?"
'Sexual Experience Check.'
[Sexual Experience]
Kiss: 1 time (Max Yeager)
Sex: 0 times
Oral Sex: 2 times (Max Yeager)
Anal Sex: 0 times
Other: Masturbation experience (indirect stimulation using tank engine vibration 4 times)
"……Yes."
A voice that crept in.
"Then, I'll have to break you in properly."
I rubbed around her entrance with my fingers and activated a skill.
'Touch of Tuning.'
[Relaxes the target's tension and promotes the secretion of love juices.]
Her body flinched. The crevice, already wet with clear love juice, began to grow increasingly sodden. I mixed my saliva with her love juice and applied it to my glans.
"Here, I'm going in."
"W-wait… ngh?!"
Without hesitation, I thrust my hips upward.
Crunch.
The sensation of forcibly squeezing through the tightest vaginal walls. The taut hymen was torn in an instant.
"Kyaaak!"
Frederica let out a shrill scream.
"Relax. You'll tear."
"I-it hurts! It feels like it's tearing… hic, ngh!"
She buried her head and sobbed. The tight, hot inner walls clamped down on my shaft as if trying to expel the foreign object, gripping and squeezing. She had the makings of a prized instrument. Even though now she was awkward and stiff like a rusty chunk of scrap metal.
"Haaah…."
I paused my movements for a moment, giving her time to adjust to my size.
"Major. Think of your beloved Tank 101."
I whispered into her ear.
"Imagine that to the extent you satisfy me, the tank becomes perfect. How about that, isn't it bearable?"
"Ngh, ngh…! What kind of… nonsense are you…!"
Frederica bit her lip and shook her head. Instinctive rebellion.
But.
'Status Analysis.'
[Name: Frederica von Kessel]
[Status: Conflict between reason and instinct, unconscious acceptance.]
[Emotion: Obsession with a perfect tank is overcoming shame.]
The result was immediate. To think this actually worked, you tank-crazy bitch.
"Ugh… ngh…."
The vaginal walls that had been clamped shut rejecting me began to twitch regardless of her will.
"Your mouth says no, but this part is honest."
I gently rotated my hips once.
Squelch.
"Ah?! Ngh!"
"Do you feel it, Major? Your pussy just squeezed my cock tight and then let it go. That's an excellent suspension."
"A lie…! That's impossible…!"
Frederica wanted to deny it, but my words were correct. Already, her inner walls were smoothly opening a path to the shape of my glans.
I didn't miss the opening and increased the tempo.
Squelch, squelch.
"Ah, ang! Hah! No… this is…!"
I grabbed her pelvis firmly and thrust deeper.
"A good position. Perfect for riding."
The stance was set.
Her upper body was bent as if touching the floor, her smooth back line deeply arched. Her raised white buttocks were unmistakably the posture of a mare.
"Raise your ass higher. Major, as a noble lady, you must have ridden horses until you were sick of it, right?"
I smacked her white buttocks with one hand.
Slap!
"Kyaah?!"
"I asked if you've done it."
"Y-yes! I've done… ngh! Ugh!"
"Good. But today, you're not the rider."
I put strength into my thighs and pounded roughly. The flesh of her buttocks rippled as it slapped against my groin.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Aack! Ah! Haang!"
Slap! Slap!
I kept smacking her buttocks as if whipping her. Red handprints became vivid on her white skin.
"Hik?! W-what…! I-I'm not a horse… not a horse! Ughng!"
Her face flushed red enough to burst with shame. The youngest tank battalion commander in the Imperial Army, being pounded like an animal in her cherished tank with her buttocks raised high. Treated like a mare.
But though her mouth denied it, her body reacted honestly.
"Nghng! Ah, no… there, it's touching… my womb…!"
Every time I thrust deep, she writhed and twisted her waist. Pleasure soared in proportion to her humiliation. Her inner walls clamped down on my glans, pouring out love juice.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Perfect tuning."
I leaned my upper body down and pressed completely against her back. Her sweat-slicked back was slippery.
"Ngh! Ugh, ng…!"
In the end, Frederica crumbled.
"Ah, no…!"
[Status: Unconsciously striving to accept the cock.]
"S-stop…♡!"
She said stop, but now she was actively shaking her buttocks, trying to swallow mine deeper. I reached out and turned her head. Her face drenched in pleasure was striking.
Smack, slurp…♡
I tangled tongues with her and snapped my hips. With a final spurt, I pushed in with the momentum to pierce her cervix, right to the end.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
"Hang…! Ngh! L-Lieutenant Colonel…!"
"Yes, you're doing well. You are a fine steed."
"I'm going to come…! Haaang♡!!"
Her vaginal walls spasmed madly and squeezed my cock dry. At the same time, I released my pent-up desire.
Bwoooorrrrrt-!
"Gaaaaaah!"
Hot semen poured deep into her womb.
[Skill 'Pregnancy Control' is activated.]
[Chance of pregnancy: 0%]
Safe creampie. Her lower belly swelled full of my semen.
"Haa… haa…."
Even after ejaculation, I stayed inside her for a long while. Frederica panted, strength gone from her legs. A mixture of fluids and virgin blood trickled down between her wrecked thighs.
"Excellent, Major."
I said, peeling her sweat-damp hair off her cheek.
"The ride quality is outstanding. Much better than the tank."
"Uuuuh…."
Having only been panting heavily, Frederica finally calmed down and glared at me.
"……That was, too much."
She snapped in a cracked voice.
"Treating an Imperial Army battalion commander… like a brood mare. Spanking me, grabbing my waist and shaking me… This is a clear insult. It's grounds for a court-martial."
She tried to raise her upper body with trembling arms. But her legs gave out and she plopped back down.
I chuckled as I buttoned up.
"An insult, you say. I'm hurt, Major."
"What do you… mean?"
"I didn't treat you like an animal. On the contrary, I treated you as a top-of-the-line 'masterpiece'."
I combed her disheveled hair back with my fingers.
"You know it too. The higher the performance engine, the more finicky it is to break in, and it only shows its true performance when handled roughly."
"Th-that's… about machines…!"
"Your body wasn't much different, was it? When I handled you gently, you were stiff, but after I spanked you a bit and gave you the spurs, you became as smooth as if oiled, didn't you?"
"That… ah…!"
Frederica opened her mouth to refute, but soon her words caught. Because it was an undeniable fact. It was she herself who had twisted her hips in pleasure every time I roughly drove into her.
"And besides."
I smiled mischievously and added.
"A court-martial. Didn't you first declare you would 'become a whore' yourself? Major. You offered yourself as payment to obtain the 'perfect tank'."
"……Ugh!"
Her face turned beet red. Logically and situationally, she was completely defeated by me.
'Status Analysis.'
[Name: Frederica von Kessel]
[Status: Captivated, creampied, a strange sense of submission towards Max Yeager begins to sprout.]
[Emotion: Sense of defeat, shame, anger over being treated like a mare and ride quality.]
"It was a satisfying ride. I give it five stars."
I gave her buttocks a final tap and pulled my body away.
"Clean up after yourself."
I left her panting in a mess and opened the hatch in a refreshed mood. Coincidentally, the test drive had just ended.
*
Time passed quickly.
The last day of the Soissons garrison governance.
The city hall square was packed with a crowd of thousands. They were the same crowds who had thrown stones and jeered at me a month ago.
But today was different.
"Ooooh…."
"P-please don't go…!"
Instead of jeers, strange sighs and regret-tinged voices burst out.
'Status Analysis.'
[Target: Citizen A]
[Emotion: Regret]
[Target: Citizen B]
[Emotion: Anxiety]
[Target: Citizen C]
[Emotion: Fear of the new ruler]
Humans are truly fickle animals.
When threatened with swords and guns, they rebel, but when their bellies are filled and order is established, they quickly become addicted to that comfort. What they needed was not the Republic's freedom but the Empire's bread, not the honor of struggle but survival and safety.
"Citizens."
When I took the microphone, the square fell silent as if a mouse had died.
"As promised, a month has passed. As of today, I am stepping down from the position of Soissons garrison commander and returning to the front lines."
Murmuring erupted here and there.
"Now, an official administrator dispatched from the home country will govern this city. He will rule you according to law and regulations."
I spoke with affected solemnity.
"But remember. The Empire is infinitely generous to those who love order, but it has no mercy for those who cause chaos."
I turned my gaze to the city hall staff and notables lined up below the platform.
Postmaster Jean Bernard, Gaston, Pierre. My faithful pawns looked at me with eyes full of regret. In particular, Marie Bernard, standing next to Jean Bernard, had reddened eyes.
'Interesting.'
I smiled faintly and gave the order.
"That is all. Imperial Army Yeager Combat Group, withdraw."
"Combat Group! Attention! Salute to the Commander!"
At Major Frederica's command, the armored battalion and infantry simultaneously stomped their boots and saluted.
Thud!
"Loyalty!"
A few hours later.
The combat group formed ranks and marched along the main avenue of Soissons. Citizens lining the streets saw us off with complex and varied expressions.
It was then.
Someone broke through the crowd and ran onto the road.
"Stop!"
The military police were about to aim their guns, but I raised my hand to stop them.
"Lower your guns."
The one who had run out was a small-figured girl.
A young blonde girl in a school uniform. Her checkered skirt fluttered in the wind over her white blouse.
It was Marie Bernard.