Chapter 519

Chapter 519. Is Jessica Doing It?

Meanwhile, our Icarus and Jessica are screaming “Hoe-eeeeee” while watching the New-Biomass Clan’s insane market expansion.

At that time, they were busy replenishing the mercenary fleet consumed in the fight against the Date Palm Clan at B554 Base.

In a secret(?) room in a corner of Icarus’s Astral Base…

“Everyone’s here, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, let’s begin the Commander Reinforcement Plan… no, the 3rd Commander Shadow Council.”

In a sinister atmosphere, Icarus’s superhumans were huddled together, engrossed in a plan to “corrupt” their Commander.

And with new members joining this time…

“You all already know, our new members Dornia and Nero.”

“Ah, hello…”

“…When on earth did you even make this?”

“A long time ago, following ancient laws.”

The relevant members, ‘Dornia’ and ‘Nero,’ also joined in.

But while it was called a “corruption plan,” it had turned into more of a social gathering.

The reason being…

“Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be a plan to corrupt the Commander?”

“If the Commander doesn’t give us something, what can we even do?”

“Uh, I guess so.”

“That’s the theme of this meeting. If we keep going like this, it’ll turn into a social club instead of a corruption council.”

As Gryanarr lamented, the root cause was none other than their Commander, Icarus, who hadn’t been interacting with the other superhumans since Marian.

“At first, I thought once Marian broke the ice, the rest would follow easily.”

“Is that so…”

“But he didn’t do it!”

Of course, the superhumans weren’t entirely clueless about Icarus’s behavior.

“But honestly… isn’t it true that the Commander has been incredibly busy lately?”

“That’s right, Savior has been swamped recently.”

“And it’s not just busywork—the scale of the tasks has been huge.”

“True.”

“Exactly♡ The Commander had way more than just one or two things to handle, right?”

Even Pashtira, who’s obsessed with lust, agreed that Icarus was too busy to mess around.

Given the circumstances, the superhumans nodded in agreement.

But they thought that would be the end of it today.

“Still, it’s a relief that it seems like that won’t be the case anymore.”

“Right♡”

“Even though just the other day, all sorts of things happened, and the busyness hasn’t changed…”

“But now, there’s no chance of that happening again.”

The urgent issues had been resolved.

And with Icarus recently spending passionate time with Marian, it was clear that the chaotic situation had settled.

“Finally, the time has come.”

“Time to decide who’s next?”

“Exactly!”

Our superhumans were now excited to push the next person to fall into Icarus’s “juicy” corruption.

Of course, at first, everyone thought it would be a “survival of the fittest” situation, where the first to strike (or be struck) would win.

But after over half a year of painfully realizing that no one could succeed that way, they decided to support whoever was next, aiming to gradually build relationships with Icarus one by one.

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However, there was one problem: as mentioned earlier, “So who should be second?”

At first, it seemed obvious that after Marian—no, the Pirate Empress—had clung to Icarus, the Monster Princess should be next… but…

“But isn’t Princess Luka too small?”

“Honestly, if we put her next to our Commander, it would look more like a parent-child relationship than anything else.”

The issue was Princess Luka’s appearance, which Icarus described as “a 10-year-old girl senior.”

“Definitely, when I tried to seduce Icarus in a similar form, he freaked out.”

“It wasn’t that he disliked it, but he was afraid of crossing a line.”

“Then, unfortunately, we’ll have to exclude Princess Luka…”

Almost turning Icarus into a pedo without realizing it…

The sinister and wicked plan, fortunately, vanished into the darkness before it could even begin.

And so, even though Plan A turned out to be a bust, it wasn’t like we could just sit around doing nothing.

“So, who should we go for?”

“Since the Commander likes chests, maybe we should go in order of chest size~♡”

“Then you and Captain Lephan would be the first to go in, wouldn’t you?”

“Ehehe♡”

If we’re not going by faction leader order, then let’s go by chest size or something.

But since that would put too many at a disadvantage, a heated debate erupted between the “chest faction” and the “butt faction” about whether we should go by butt or thigh size instead.

In any case, the meeting descended into utter chaos, spiraling into a pit of confusion.

But that situation didn’t last long.

Amidst the fierce argument between the chest and butt factions…

“…Why don’t we just go in order?”

Dornia, who had been silent until now, casually dropped this suggestion, and the other superhumans immediately agreed, saying it made perfect sense.

Well, not *immediately*.

“By order, do you mean Ignis should go first?”

“Umm, I’m not really mentally prepared yet.”

“No, not by recruitment order, but by the order we met the Commander.”

“Huh?”

The superhumans looked puzzled, but Dornia, with her smooth thighs, explained.

“Jessica.”

“Ah.”

“Huh?”

“If we want to have a proper, tangled relationship with the Commander, we need to naturally intertwine ourselves.”

“Hmm… That makes sense.”

“But Jessica’s been thoroughly managing that, so all the nonsense Gryanarr and the others have been pulling hasn’t worked.”

“Oh… Hmm.”

“Hmm.”

According to Icarus, Jessica has been blocking any chance of a “lucky encounter” while circling around Icarus.

If Jessica, who’s so devoted to the Commander, were to fall to Icarus’ charms…

“So, you’re saying all our subtle advances toward the Commander would be tolerated?!”

“That’s absolutely correct♡”

“Does that mean we can turn the Commander’s command seat into a 24-hour juicing machine and squeeze until they make girly noises?”

“Hehe… If the Commander made such sounds… Hehehe.”

“No, not that.”

“If you do that, both Gryanarr and Nero will be banned from ever approaching the Commander again♡”

“Now that I think about it, you’re right.”

Except for Gryanarr and Nero’s brain-dead methods, all other approaches had a high chance of being tolerated.

And so, our superhumans unanimously voted on the agenda of this meeting.

While Icarus was distracted handling the mercenary fleet’s ship supplies, they went to Jessica to explain their plan.

Of course, our bunny-bunny Jessica was initially baffled, wondering what on earth they were talking about.

“But if we keep going like this, none of us will ever get a chance with the Commander.”

“Besides, Jessica, you want to get all lovey-dovey with the Commander too, right?”

“Oh my, oh my.”

“W-Well, yes.”

“Jessica, you’re the closest to the Commander, in a different way than Marian.”

“Ugh… That’s true.”

Everyone around her, except herself, started pressuring Jessica to spend some “juicy time” with the Commander.

Even…

“I think you and Oppaya need some time together too.”

“Hweh.”

“What? Honestly, it’s already pretty late, don’t you think?”

“R-Really?”

Even Marian, whom she had pushed into the fray, whispered and coaxed Jessica.

In the end, our dear Jessica nodded her head and was persuaded by the superhumans.

And since they thought it would be better to surprise the Commander, the superhumans decided to create a “gift box” for Jessica.

They placed Jessica inside and decided to deliver her, “deliciously packaged,” to their Commander.