Chapter 317

Chapter 317. A Peaceful Daily Story. (3)

Looking at the so-called “girl talk” situation, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of peace.

“Right, people can’t just live fighting all the time.”

What a wholesome and beautiful sight it was.

Well… last time, it was Gryanarr and Femi-Kanfu…

No, now their appearances have changed so much that it’s hard to even call them Kanfu anymore. It was more like a reverse bunny party caused by the impulsive actions of a space elf.

But still, the peace after a battle should naturally be this calm and pure, shouldn’t it?

Sure, some spicy stuff is nice, but sometimes you just crave something simple and wholesome.

…Maybe it’s just that after dealing with so many perverts over the past few days while grinding quests and managing resources, my brain is exhausted and now craves something normal.

Anyway, the important thing is that my overly fried brain now desires peace.

Watching our superhumans enjoy a wholesome and peaceful break, I decided to take a moment to relax as well, sipping on a cup of coffee Jessica handed me, enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea time.

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However, the way the superhumans were living was only peaceful from Icarus’s “perspective.”

In reality, their thoughts were… quite different from what Icarus imagined.

For example, Pashtira and Lephan hanging out “amicably” wasn’t just a friendship between girls.

Nor was it some sinister plot, as Icarus’s inner perverted thoughts might suggest, like melting the Arctic to help polar bears thrive.

The reason they were sticking together was simply…

“Commander, where and when would be the most appropriate place for a secret meeting with you? ♡”

“Good question.”

Pashtira and Icarus were naturally meeting up to discuss the most suitable location for their “Unya-Unya Soccer Team Creation Project.”

To be more precise and detailed…

“Here, we could request a meeting with the Commander, and through that… hehehehe ♡”

“That sounds fun.”

“Of course it does! ♡”

Well, they were on the same wavelength, at least.

Pashtira was so caught up in her delusions (?) that she was running around brainstorming, while Lepan watched and helped, finding it all amusing.

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Meanwhile, what Gryanarr was trying to create wasn’t actually a modification of the superhuman soldiers’ combat uniforms.

What she really wanted was to analyze the “uniforms” worn by Icarus—no, the Commanders—and then create a “biomechanical outfit” disguised as a uniform.

She planned to use this to extract Icarus’s genetic material and create a clone of the Commander. However…

“Hyaaaahhh ♡”

“P-Professor, now that I think about it… ♡”

“What is itttt ♡”

“W-what if the Commander gets suspicious and… doesn’t wear it? Oooohhh?”

“Ah.”

As is often the case, being a mad scientist, she only looked ahead and didn’t consider the possibility that the Commander might suspect the outfit and refuse to wear it.

She let out a scream of despair, realizing all her efforts might be in vain.

…Although, to be honest, her scream sounded more like a weird, erotic moan.

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And the same went for Smeragi, Ignis, and even Partia, who were all guarding Icarus.

Their goals were also strangely perverted in their own ways.

They were all harboring intentions to either pounce on the Commander or be pounced on by them.

But as things progressed, unfortunately, Smeragi ended up becoming a literal cat.

Instead of being Icarus’s strategist, she was now just a pet, purring and getting her head patted.

As for Ignis and Partia, with Smeragi out of commission, they had nothing to do but work out…

“Member, just five more sets!”

“Huuuuhhh! This is the power of muscles!”

“Hoh, is it coming? To Partia’s front…!”

…For some reason, they suddenly got hooked on fitness.

Once their guard duty was over, they immediately dashed to the gym.

Of course, their reason for working out was to later give the Commander the ultimate stimulation or something along those lines…

“Are your chest muscles lacking, Ignis?”

“…”

At least Ignis focused more on flexibility than strength.

But Partia, who went full “battle mode” on every gym machine and pull-up bar, was raising some serious doubts in a different way.

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And then there was Belial and Marian’s “strategy” meeting, which, at its core, was…

It was all the same.

From the outside, it seemed like a very plausible discussion of strategy and tactics…

“If we bring the fleet in here, wouldn’t we be in danger during the retreat process?”

“Well, if we use the terrain to execute a blockade operation instead, the enemy’s flagship won’t be able to escape and will be captured.”

“Hmm…”

“Additionally, if we corner them, perhaps…”

“Excellent.”

But what was the reality?

“If we bring the fleet in here, wouldn’t we be in danger during the retreat process?”

(If we just charge at the Commander, won’t there be problems later?)

“Well, if we use the terrain to execute a blockade operation instead, the enemy’s flagship won’t be able to escape and will be captured.”

(Since Oppa has a kind side, wouldn’t it work if we lock each other in a room and can’t leave until we do it?)

“Additionally, if we corner them, perhaps…”

(Of course, we can’t just do it normally, so we’ll mix in some medicine and other things.)

“Excellent.”

(Good.)

They were in the midst of drafting a grand secret plan to compete for Icarus’s virginity.

It was called the “Operation: Seduce Commander Icarus and Then Do It, Yay Yay.”

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And there was only one person watching all this unfold, fully aware of the truth.

Despite her shocking fashion choice of completely missing pants, Tiamat, whose mind was perfectly fine (?)…

Felt her head go numb as she witnessed the ongoing spectacle of horny females, far removed from anything “wholesome.”

‘Commander, no matter where I look, it’s full of perverts.’

Of course, Tiamat’s body was weak, but…

As an SSS-Class Superhuman, she had the ability to quickly regain her composure.

But that didn’t change the reality of the situation.

Tiamat could only shake her head, adorned with large red horns, as she watched Belial and Marian discussing their seduction plans in code.

‘Commander, it seems you’ll need to eat a lot of stamina-restoring food soon.’

And since it was clear that Commander Icarus would soon face trials…

Tiamat could only pray for the Commander’s well-being, who would soon suffer from the superhumans’ relentless seduction.

Of course, given her usual attire, she seemed the most perverted, so even Icarus, despite her goofiness, would consider her the biggest pervert.

If Icarus knew this, she’d probably be speechless, wondering what kind of black humor this was.

Unfortunately, Icarus was currently enjoying a sweet afternoon, sipping Jessica’s “ah-ah,” so…

There was no one around to point out Tiamat’s hypocritical attitude.

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And finally, Aquarias of the Base Mercenary Group…

‘It seems like the story makes sense, but also doesn’t…?’

Marian and Belial’s conversation seemed plausible, but…

When she thought about it, there were oddly mismatched parts, making her tilt her head in confusion.

But that was only for a moment.

‘Ah, it must be some kind of coded conversation.’

Even if she couldn’t understand the content, she realized the inaccurate matching of the conversation’s flow indicated a coded dialogue.

Feeling a bit down, thinking she still wasn’t accepted by the base’s personnel…

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And while the superhumans were up to who-knows-what…

I was leisurely sipping coffee…

-*Beep beep!*

“Huh, Commander? A sudden communication is coming in…”

“Communication?”

“Yes, should I answer?”

“Well… let’s see, if it’s hostile, we can just cut it off.”

“Okay, I’ll answer it right away.”

Suddenly receiving a communication, I thought it might be a mini-event and answered without much thought.

And then.

-*Static!*

-“Uh, hello? Is this Commander Icarus’s communication channel?”

“Huh?”

-“If it is, I’m really sorry to bother you out of the blue… but could you take us in?”

“…Huh???”

I was left with a bunch of question marks floating above my head at the sudden request.

‘What on earth is this about?’