I ejaculated without pulling my cock out, burying it deep inside her.
Gluck, gluck.
Hot semen poured into the condom.
“Hnnngh……!”
Seraphina’s body shuddered. The walls of her vagina still clung tightly to my cock, refusing to let go. As if under the illusion that it could receive my semen, the entrance to her womb fluttered and stimulated my glans.
I held Seraphina until the afterglow of my ejaculation faded. By the time our ragged breathing had settled, all that remained in the room was the heat and faintly fishy scent of sex.
I slowly raised my upper body and looked down at her. Her silver hair was tangled and damp with sweat, her cheeks flushed, her eyes unfocused.
The lofty superior once known as the Ice Witch was nowhere to be seen. All that lay there was a woman conquered by pleasure.
‘Status Analysis.’
[Using the skill ‘Status Analysis (Lv.3)’ on ‘Seraphina von Reinhardt.’]
[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]
[Status: Exhaustion after climax, reconstruction and considerable stabilization of the mana circuits]
[Emotion: Trust and affection toward Max Jaeger]
‘Success.’
Affection.
That word, which I had never imagined seeing from Seraphina until now, had appeared in the Status Analysis window.
And then, after how many minutes had passed? The reward I had been waiting for arrived.
Ding—
[Through your first sexual intercourse with ‘Seraphina von Reinhardt,’ you have won her heart and formed a deep bond.]
[You have acquired a large amount of experience as a reward.]
[Your level has increased to 12!]
[You have acquired 1 new skill point.]
The corners of my mouth rose on their own. Physical pleasure, exploiting my superior’s weakness, and leveling up. It was perfect.
I slowly pulled my cock out of her, which was still buried inside her.
“Hh…….”
With a wet, squelching sound, a gap opened between us. The condom, swaying between her thighs, slipped out, and clear vaginal fluid trickled down. Seeing the lewd trail running along the insides of her white thighs, Seraphina turned her head away in embarrassment. But she showed no sign of rejection or displeasure.
“…Is it over?”
she asked in a hoarse voice.
“Yes. The treatment was successful.”
I pulled several napkins from the bedside table and carefully wiped between her legs.
“Can you feel it? The changes inside your body.”
As she accepted my touch, Seraphina carefully steadied her breathing. Then she closed her eyes and peered inward.
[Hidden Trait: Mana Overload—Unstable internal injuries; the mana that had been running wild has been calmly reconstructed.]
[Unstable internal injuries]. Still an unsafe condition, but a far more improved state compared to her previous [Chronic internal injuries].
“……Ah.”
A gasp escaped her lips.
“Is this… truly my body?”
“Didn’t I tell you? You should trust me.”
“Thank you… Truly, thank you, Max.”
[Hidden Desire: I want to remain at Max Jaeger’s side and preserve this peace.]
*
A few minutes later.
Having collected her emotions, Seraphina began putting on her clothes. Her hands still trembled slightly as she picked up the stockings and skirt scattered across the floor.
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her dress. Every one of her movements was strangely sensual.
After straightening her clothes, she stood before the mirror and tidied her disheveled hair.
“…I shall be going now.”
She cleared her throat before speaking.
“Have a peaceful night.”
Left alone in the empty room, I checked my spoils.
[Skill Points Available: 1]
The one point I had obtained by conquering Seraphina.
‘What should I spend it on?’
I didn’t deliberate for long. First, I checked what had appeared.
[New Skills Available]
1. [Iron Virility]
Description: During sexual interactions with the opposite sex, physical vitality and stamina increase dramatically. This skill cannot be leveled up.
The first one was the same skill I had seen last time. A skill with little use beyond sex. I lowered my gaze to the one below it.
2. [War Heroes Gallery]
Description: When this skill is activated, you can connect to the ‘War Heroes Gallery’ and receive assistance. The War Heroes Gallery is a virtual space where the great figures of Earth associated with war are active. As this skill’s level increases, the number of fixed usernames that appear will increase.
‘…Huh?’
A gallery? Surely this didn’t mean some refined gallery where one admired paintings or sculptures. If so, then was it… that blue website from my previous life?
‘What the…?’
The description alone was unusual. A virtual space where the great figures of Earth were active. If my guess was correct, this skill had an entirely different purpose from [Iron Virility].
Napoleon, Yi Sun-sin, Hannibal, Zhuge Liang….
‘Great commanders and war heroes aren’t exactly the same thing.’
It meant that famous figures associated with war were included as well. In that case… the variety of people who existed there would be even greater.
Politicians and diplomats such as Bismarck, scientists like Oppenheimer who had changed the course of war, or even century-defining dictators like Hitler and Stalin might be pounding away at their keyboards.
‘They’re going to help me…?’
I thought it over for a brief moment.
‘Level up [Bullet Time] VS. Take [War Heroes Gallery].’
I had confirmed that [Bullet Time] was more than useful enough… but the prospect of receiving help from people called heroes was simply too tempting.
[You have selected the skill ‘War Heroes Gallery.’]
[You have acquired a new skill!]
A new method of use was engraved into my mind. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took a deep breath and activated the skill.
‘Connect.’
[The skill ‘War Heroes Gallery (Lv.1)’ is activated.]
Pop—.
What appeared before my eyes was a tacky blue banner and clumsy Gothic-style font. It was unmistakably the interface of that ‘blue website.’
[Notice] Political and religious arguments are prohibited.
[Army] Sharing tips on trench drainage design. Preventing trench foot is essential.
[Navy] My personal thoughts on the old battleship-versus-aircraft-carrier debate.
[Logistics] Local requisitioning clearly has its limits. People often overlook the excellent idea of organizing railway regiments.
“……Hmm.”
I slowly browsed the gallery.
‘The atmosphere is pretty serious.’
Even in my previous life, the atmosphere varied wildly from gallery to gallery. Some were childish enough to resemble elementary school playgrounds, while others, depending on the subject, could rival actual experts.
‘Well, this is a gathering of people called heroes. Of course it wouldn’t be lighthearted.’
I gathered my thoughts. How was I supposed to make use of this skill?
‘First, I need to write something before anything else can happen.’
I cautiously pressed the [Write Post] button.
Pop—.
An input window appeared. There was no keyboard, but apparently letters appeared according to what I thought. I considered what to write for a moment. Judging by the atmosphere, the place seemed rather solemn, so I decided to keep it simple and straightforward.
I entered an appropriate message and pressed the [Post] button.
Less than a minute after I uploaded the post, the comment notification window began to flare up.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Comments
Founder of War Studies: Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you.
Corsican Artillery Officer: So it’s true. Are you the owner of the skill? A transmigrator with harem mode enabled—what an impressive set of attributes.
Eastern Strategist: Welcome to the War Heroes Gallery.
Khan of the Steppe: You’re already traveling with two women? I can see you have potential..
“……Huh.”
I swallowed a groan.
Were these people watching my status in real time? They even knew that I was a transmigrator with harem mode enabled.
I uploaded another post.
[Do you know anything about me?]
Comments
Eastern Strategist: It is said, “Know the enemy and know yourself, and you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.” The system shares your memories and information about the war like a cloud. We exist to observe that information and offer advice.
What? My memories and information were being shared? I was horrified when I read the comment left by [Eastern Strategist].
However, the reply that followed reassured me.
ㄴCorsican Artillery Officer: Of course, sensitive portions are all filtered out, so don’t worry. Privacy is important.
‘That’s a relief.’
There was something strangely realistic about this aspect.
Founder of War Studies: Don’t overthink it. It’s your skill, after all.
Top Political Lecturer: This skill itself was designed for your sake. It will not do anything harmful to you.
“Ah-ha.”
After communicating with the war heroes for a while, I gained a general understanding of the [War Heroes Gallery] skill. In a word, it was essentially a ‘real-time, dedicated strategy guide’ I could consult whenever I wished.
‘This could be useful.’
[Minimap] allowed me to grasp the battlefield, [Status Analysis] informed me about specific targets, and [Persuasive Speech] allowed me to control my opponent based on that informational advantage.
The only thing I had lacked was depth and expertise. Until now, I had been limited to the level of Max Jaeger, an officer from the Central Imperial Academy, and that of a gamer from Seoul who had once been an ordinary civilian.
‘Not anymore.’
This skill was the tool that would fill that gap.
*
The following morning.
A week had passed since the battle, and one day since we had returned to the main force.
The mud had not yet dried on the soldiers’ boots, but the regiment’s atmosphere was, in a word, festive. The Ashen Forest was a strategic point on the Western Front. Having seized it, we were bound to significantly alter the course of the war.
Of course, a single regimental unit could not end the war on its own. But once elite divisions and corps began pouring in afterward, the enemy would be driven into a corner.
All of this was the achievement of the 7th Regiment.
“Hey, did you hear? An imperial envoy has come down from Central Command!”
“Heh-heh, maybe I’ll finally get a medal this time?”
“Could the regimental commander be getting a star? If so, maybe some of that will trickle down to us.”
The area outside the barracks was noisy. I felt good as I fastened the buttons of my uniform and looked in the mirror. The news that a high-ranking officer dispatched from above had arrived that morning had already spread throughout the unit.
Everyone was expecting rewards. I was hoping not only for a promotion to captain, but also to establish some connections with the higher-ups. If I could do that, the road ahead would be smooth.
‘The regimental commander must have a smile stretching from ear to ear.’
Imagining the scene, I headed toward regimental headquarters.
A black luxury vehicle was conspicuously parked in front of the headquarters building. On a battlefield where clouds of dust rose everywhere, that one vehicle looked unnaturally clean. Until I saw the [Imperial Inspectorate] emblem embedded in its hood, I had thought it was simply an expensive car.
‘…Wait. The Inspectorate?’
My steps came to an abrupt halt.