[Shared Vision] cut off, and at the same time, I rose from the sofa.
The blinding noise that had flashed before my eyes vanished, and the cozy hotel suite welcomed me again. Yet that purple afterimage I had just seen remained stuck in my mind.
'Victoria Royal Intelligence Bureau Director, Sidney Wellesley.'
Who would have thought the head of the intelligence bureau would descend in person to make contact with Arthur? And in such a rough manner.
'Arthur couldn't help it. His opponent was just too bad.'
An S-rank agent taken down by an SS-rank director—in a way, there was no room for excuses. What mattered more was the fact that she had subdued Arthur somewhere inside this very hotel.
In other words, her next destination is me.
I took the pistol out of the holster on the desk and checked the chamber. Then I turned my head and examined every corner of the room. Even using [Status Analysis], nothing particularly suspicious came up. The top-floor suite remained serene and luxurious.
'Guess there was no need to be tense.'
I put the pistol back in its place. The tension melted in an instant. It wasn't just that I had a lack of crisis awareness.
'Minimap.'
To explain, ever since I had witnessed Arthur being taken down through [Shared Vision], a translucent map had been unfolded in a corner of my vision.
A 3D one at that.
On the translucent screen where the hotel's structure was drawn like blue wireframes, I could see the intricately tangled corridors, stairways, and the green dots moving between them.
Without delay, I scanned the basement floor where Arthur had been.
'As expected.'
Near the basement boiler room. A single red dot was fixed motionless. That was Arthur. Even when I used [Shared Vision], only darkness filled my view, meaning he was restrained and unconscious.
'They've detained him in a suitable spot.'
Sidney would have found it difficult to deal with him immediately. I briefly considered: should I go rescue my S-rank manager right now? I shook my head. That wasn't the immediate problem.
'The other one.'
The other red dot—the one that had subdued Arthur—was already leaving the basement and moving busily.
I kept monitoring the [Minimap]. The red dot stopped at the west corner of the second floor.
'That's... the staff changing room.'
A figure of a bureau director's caliber takes out someone in the basement, comes straight up, and heads for the changing room? The answer was obvious.
'She's shedding her skin.'
Just as a snake sheds its skin, she's shedding the shell of Intelligence Director Sidney Wellesley. So... it's a disguise. She'll change clothes, match a new identity, and approach my vicinity.
An identity that can blend perfectly into the hotel's background.
What might that be?
A laundry worker? A cleaner? Or a waitress?
'Whichever it is...'
I decided to wait leisurely.
A person of a bureau director's caliber had come to the field herself; I wondered what kind of show she'd put on. I stared at the red dot that had started moving again.
While burying my shoulders deep into the plush back of the sofa.
*
A few hours later.
Twilight was long gone, and a thick darkness settled over the Badenburg hotel.
Sidney still hadn't approached, and I remained leaning against the sofa in the suite.
'There's no need for me to move first.'
If Sidney sets the stage, I'll just perform on it appropriately.
"Lieutenant Colonel, shall I pour more wine?"
So now was the time to enjoy myself properly.
"How about a massage?"
Between the two flowers blooming on either side of me, that is.
"Ah! A massage is a great idea, Major."
Hanna, her brown hair undone, sat down on my left with a smile.
"Yes, you've been busy with diplomatic duties for three days straight; your back must be quite tense."
On my opposite arm, Seraphina leaned against me.
"A massage? Sounds good."
I flexed both arms and pulled the two women closer. A mixture of body scent and perfume wafted over powerfully.
"By the way, you're amazing. Manipulating two countries by pouring out 30,000 gold..."
Hanna continued, rubbing her cheek against my chest.
"As a commoner... it's an amount I can't even dare to imagine. That money could buy my hometown village several times over... but you, Commander, didn't just buy land—you flipped the entire board itself."
Hanna expressed her admiration.
"Gold coins are meant to be spent, Hanna. Locked away in a vault, they're nothing but lumps of metal."
I replied while playing with her earlobe. Hanna then subtly averted her gaze. On the other side, Seraphina's eyes were oddly moist.
"Is the amount felt differently by a noble-born Major?"
Soon, Seraphina on my other side spoke up.
"No way. Even as a noble, our Reinhardt family is an insignificant baronial house in the borderlands... it's an astronomical sum we could never glimpse in a lifetime. 30,000 gold. Enough to pay off the debts that tormented my father all his life dozens of times over."
The glint in both women's eyes subtly shifted.
[Name: Hanna Meyer]
[Status: Affection, purely admiring the Lieutenant Colonel's ability]
[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]
[Status: Feeling a strange sensation at the sight of Max, who is overwhelming even economically]
I swept both hands up their cheeks. The two women didn't avoid my touch; instead, they nuzzled their cheeks against my palms.
[Skill 'Tuning Touch (Lv.2)' activates.]
[Stimulates the target's nervous system to heighten sensitivity.]
While activating [Tuning Touch], I softly stroked down the lines of their necks and shoulders.
"Ah...!"
"Hngh...!"
Both of them shuddered in unison and buried their faces against my shoulders. I smirked and guided the two women down onto the carpet beneath the sofa.
[Skill 'Vitality (Lv.1)' is active.]
'Pregnancy Control.'
[Skill 'Pregnancy Control' activates.]
[Sets the probability of pregnancy to 0%.]
"Hanna over here, Major Seraphina over there."
At my command, the two women moved as if enchanted. At the same time, I threw off my shirt, and the two women shed their cumbersome clothes.
I explored Seraphina's lips while simultaneously positioning myself between Hanna's legs.
"Ah, mmmph...!"
"Haaang! Come in, Lieutenant Colonel... fill me up completely...!"
Wet, squelching sounds filled the quiet air of the suite.
"Commandeeer...! I-I'm getting weird...! My head's going blank...!"
"Good?"
"Yehes...! Goo... Good...♡!"
Matching the movements of my hips, Hanna's head tipped back. Every time her thighs squeezed around my waist, her tight inner walls squirmed as if to swallow my length.
I freed one hand and roughly stirred Seraphina's soaked pussy with my middle and ring fingers.
"Haaah...!"
Seraphina let out a moan. I pulled my body away from Hanna.
"Ah...!"
Hanna let out a regretful sigh, but I immediately spread Seraphina's legs wide. Between her white, smooth thighs, her labia were flushed red and glistening with arousal.
In one motion, I pushed inside her.
"Haaaaang!"
Seraphina's sleek legs locked around my waist. Her inner walls clamped down tightly on my member like a living creature, refusing to let go.
"Ah, aaaang! Hyuk, there...! Right there...!"
I enjoyed her reactions as I thrust upward.
'Tuning Touch.'
And in between, I kept using the skill.
"Hyiiik?!"
Seraphina's eyes rolled back.
"Lieutenant Colonel, m-me too...!"
Hanna, who had been watching from the side, couldn't hold back and bit my shoulder. I kneaded Hanna's breast with one hand as I poured my hot release deep inside Seraphina.
"Uuugh...!"
"Kyaaaah...!"
The climaxes of the two women overlapped and filled the suite.
*
After the storm had passed, only ragged breaths and the sticky scent of intercourse lingered in the room.
"Haaah... haaah..."
Seraphina was completely melted, clutching the bed sheets, while Hanna was also breathing heavily with her face buried against my chest.
"You're incredible... really..."
Hanna muttered in a dazed voice.
"I don't know how your stamina is this good. Even the two of us together can't handle it..."
"I'll say."
Seraphina brushed back her sweat-damp silver hair and agreed.
"Without getting tired... You're like a monster."
I chuckled softly and stroked the sweat-soaked backs of the two women.
"A monster, that hurts my feelings."
Hanna's thighs were quivering as if in spasms, and Seraphina had passed out with her face buried in the pillow.
"Wait. I'll call someone."
I roughly put on the robe that had fallen by the bedside and picked up the receiver.
"Is this the front desk? Room service."
[Yes, Your Excellency. How may I assist you?]
The manager's polite voice came through the receiver.
"The room's a bit of a mess. It needs cleaning and tidying up. And..."
I glanced toward the door as I continued.
"Send a professional masseuse. Someone with good skills."
[Understood. We'll prepare and send one up immediately, Your Excellency.]
Click. As soon as I put down the receiver, I stared into the air.
'Minimap.'
A translucent 3D screen unfolded at the edge of my vision. The red dot that had lingered in the staff area on the second floor began to move the moment my call ended.
It took the stairs and swiftly headed to the upper floors. A confident route. Speed without hesitation.
'As expected, they were wiretapping.'
They must have tapped the phone line to the front desk, or one of the front desk staff has been bribed. Either way, it didn't matter.
What mattered was that she was walking right into my room of her own accord.
"Mm... Lieutenant Colonel... is someone coming...?"
Hanna asked drowsily from the bed, rubbing her bleary eyes.
"Yeah. A masseuse is coming. You two just rest."
"Ah... okay..."
Hanna burrowed back into Seraphina's embrace and closed her eyes. The two women shared each other's warmth and sank into a deep sleep.
And exactly five minutes later.
Ding-dong—
A cheerful chime broke the stillness of the suite.
I slowly rose to my feet. Quieting my footsteps, I approached the front door, and without even checking the intercom, I yanked the door open.
Creeak.
As the door opened, a woman standing against the bright hallway lights came into view.
"Room service, Your Excellency. I am... Eri."
It was Sidney Wellesley.