Deal with the Military

7. Deal with the Military

It's already past ten A.M. 

A black limousine arrived at building number 20 on the Gregoria Housing Complex. A man in military attire walked out of the car and entered the building. He headed to the main bedroom and opened the door.

Inside the room, the chaotic aftermath of a battle greeted him. Ten women and a boy, all of them were naked and sprawling around. Some sleeping on top of the bed, while some on the sofa, couch, or even on the rug. He counted that the number of the woman was less than the report he received; he went to the bathroom and found the two missing participants.

"Man ... somehow I am envious of this boy. He lost his virginity in a one-man orgy party, what a lucky bastard ..." the man shook his head. "But to think it's Samantha's team whose volunteering."

The wild orgy ended up at dawn. As for the detail, let's omit it for now because it was straight crazy with no sanity left.

When the effect of Nita's Blind Ball diminished and he recovered his vision, Arman hastily set the Ecstasy Fluid and Pleasure Control parameter to the max using his system. He distributed the ecstasy level equal to the saliva, sweat, sperm become 6 EL, and the pre-cum become 9 while the rest; he set the tear and blood into 0 EL. 

With this, even his sweat becomes the sweetest nectar that could drive them crazy. And what more, for them, the Pleasure Control set to the Extreme while he set for himself on the Mild ... it was like he uses cheat code that could make them cum with only a small caress.

While the female soldiers tormented him for the first few minutes, he toyed with them for the rest of the night. And of course, Sia Locke included in the party as well. The fear painted in her face and her shaking leg seeing him like he was her natural predator was truly satisfying.

The man in military attire opened the curtain and opened the window to let the thick scent of sex disperse to the air. The light and the fresh air entered the room, it woke the protagonist of the party up. The boy sat down on the bed after shoving the woman who uses him as a pillow. He stretched his body and yawned.

"You're finally awake ..." said the man in military attire.

"Ahh ... Mr. Harris, good mor—, I think it's noon already. I'm done with the experiment, you can ask Ms. Locke about it. So, can I go home now?"

"Why the rush? Didn't you enjoying the fun last night?"

"Yeah ... it was amazing, and crazy at the same time. But still ... I don't think there's a need to linger around here anymore. So, I want to go home and rest now."

"Alright, I'll send you back home. And it probably best if you take a bath first, there's a big bath on the first floor, you can use that to clean your body first."

"Okay ..." Arman Maul put on his trunk and took his uniform before heading to the said place.

Meanwhile, Samsul Harris woke up the woman with platinum hair by slapping her cheek. The woman frowned and reluctantly opened her eyes. She tried to identify who was it but with her poor eyesight; it was impossible for her to know who is it the person in front of her.

"Who? Arman?"

"Unfortunately ... I'm not the boy. It's been a while, Ms. Locke."

"You're ..." she crawled and picked up her glass, she looked up and identified the other person. She widened her eyes and said, "Samsul Harris?"

"Yeah, that's me. I want to see the result."

"Ohh ... It's on the tablet, urr, where was it again?"

"It's alright ... I got this."

Samsul picked up the tablet and walked out. Before he stepped out, he said. "I'll notify Major Eckel to let you take a day off, seems like you're not in your best condition to work."

"... that's helpful, thanks." Sia sprawled on the bed and returned to the dreamland.

He walked out of the bedroom and went to the first floor. Samsul sat down and studied the result of the experimentation.

'Whew ... so what kind of superpower is this? Ultimate dick and miracle spunk?'

Aside from the report about the boy, there was also the data reckoning the girls' enhancement.

'Great enhancement of life force? Although, supers all have high life force thanks to their Supercell ... but more blood is never a bad thing.'

"Mr. Harris ... I'm done bathing. Let's go." the boy with a magical penis appeared with slightly wet hair.

Though, Samsul doesn't know why this kid wants to get the hell out of this place as if trying to escape from it ... he nodded and throw the ever-familiar black cloth sack.

"Okay, put this on."

"Ermm ... can I take this off already? We already hit the provincial road, right?" I asked.

"Oh, right ... you can take that off. It's fine now."

I took off the black cloth from my head. "That feels better."

I retrieved my phone from the backpack that was finally returned to me and called aunt Yumi.

"Hey, Aunt ..."

(Arman? Is everything alright? You're okay, right?) from the other side, there's aunt Yumi's charming voice.

"Yeah, I'm good. Never feeling better ... they finally let me off this noon, sorry for not calling home, they confiscated my phone and returned it just now. But everything's good, I'm on my way home."

(Really? That's good to hear...)

"Are you still on your company now?"

(Yeah ... in fact, I'm in the middle of a meeting right now.)

"Ahh ... is that so? Then, I'm sorry to disturb you. I will call you later on if it's inconvenient for you."

(No worries ... they're my subordinates, so what if their boss receives a call from her son? Will they raise a protest? Who dares?)

"Really ... if you're busy, I think we should close the call right now."

(Oh right, about the hotpot. I've bought some beef, mutton, and other vegetables as ingredients... but I couldn't buy the tofu. If you have the time, could you please go to the market and buy some?)

"Tofu? Alright then ... it's the white one, right?"

(Yes. Oh, and by the way, what kind of superpower did you get?)

"I'm ... sorry, aunt. But the military said I can't disclose my power to any unauthorized personnel. The information about my superpower is classified." Mr. Harris has warned me about this repeatedly on the way, and thus I could only say that.

(Really? Well, that's a shame ... but if even the military put it as classified information, it should be powerful, right?)

"Ehh ... yeah, it is."

(Madam Koei ... the directors are—. I know, I'll be there. Wait for a bit)

I heard another woman's voice from the phone before my aunt answered.

"I'll call you later aunt Yumi, head back to your meeting."

(... uhnn, alright. I'll try to see if I can leave early today.)

"Thanks, aunt ... you're the best." I ended the call and put down my phone. I then said to Mr. Harris who was seated on the side of this limousine. "Ah, can we make a quick stop at the market? My aunt asked me to buy some tofu."

Mr. Harris heaved a long sigh and knocked on the door leading to the driver's compartment. He whispered few words to the driver and returned reading the tablet. After some while, he said.

"Mr. Maul, your ability is beyond the traditional measure of rank and classification. Although it has no battle potential, that your ... certain body fluid could enhance human life force is too groundbreaking. If we could learn its properties ... and reproduce it through other means, we may be capable of creating a medicine that raises the life expectancy of humans, or maybe raised a batch of Level 4 super."

Super ranks are divided into five levels based on their psychic power in their body, from the lowest Level 1 to 5. As for the ability ranking, it was divided to 10 based on the number of their cellulite nodes. Starting from the lowest E, D, C, B, A-, A, A+, and S, SS, SSS. Come to think of it, I don't know how many nodes I activated back then.

If my ability was beyond the traditional ranking ... is that mean my ability is more powerful than triple-S? Or maybe he's talking about the potential ... if I could raise an army of Level 4 supers on my own by creampie-ing girls. Won't that be dangerous enough? No wonder that my power is top-secret. Yeah, it's not just classified information, Mr. Harris has warned me several times that my power is top-secret.

"Really now ... but why you suddenly mention this?"

"Please provide us with your sperm!" he said without concealing his rather excited voice. I almost hit my face on the car floor because of that.

"You know, that's gross ... especially when it was said by you, a grown-up man."

"Ah, sorry. But seriously, we need your sperm so we could conduct further research and learn its properties. Maybe, in a few years, we could reproduce the cells by some other means."

"Basically, you want me ... to donate my sperm?"

"Ermm ... I know that you'd feel uncomfortable donating your sperm. But this is too important for our community that I can't ignore it. So, please. Ah, and it won't be for free ... we'll give you some compensation for the trouble."

"Rather than providing sperm ... I would like to fuck some pretty superwomen."

If it was before, I won't dare or even have the thought of saying that. After all, what qualification do I have to lay with female supers? But now ... I can confidently say that. I'll give them my sperm that could enhance their strength, and while doing that ... I can store their power in my Powerbank. I don't see any demerits in doing that, and I could enjoy some beauties along the way. It's plus ultra job.

"I can arrange that. But you see ... even until now, there're more active male supers compared to the female. I believe you have normal sexual orientation ... and not all superwomen are casual and open when it comes to sexual intercourse. Never mind the twelve girls that spent the night with you, I was originally not expecting there'll be someone who actually volunteered on this experiment. And don't you know that a lot of female supers are tied with large technocrat families? It's just too hard for me to wait and do nothing about it. Thus, I would like to ask. Could you please provide us with your enhancer sperm and let us research it?"

"Mr. Harris ... as a fellow man, just think about it, try to imagine this. Your sperm would then become a subject of research, it then will be processed into medicine that millions of people in this community, or maybe in the entire world will digest. Isn't that disgusting enough?"

As I went on explaining that, the military-man Harris put on a weird expression on his face.

"I ... can see why you hesitated. But it's for the sake of our community ... and it's fine as they don't know what they do not."

"But I'm not fine with that! I can't just jerk my sperm off and then turn a blind eye when people drink it."

"Mr. Maul ... seems like you misunderstand something. We need your sperm as a subject of research ... we need to study its cell structure and if could, recreate its properties. If we could research it successfully, or maybe we recreate half of what your sperm capable of. We won't be relying on your sperm anymore. Just like tofu, tempeh, and maybe miso or soy sauce. We all know it's made from fermented or processed soybean ... but after you cook it, does it taste like soybean? Is it still the same soybean?"

So that's the case. His analogy is relatable. And he said to research its enhancing properties so they could reproduce it through other means, not putting in my sperm as the raw ingredient. Well ... I don't know how advanced biology these days, but maybe they could do it.

If Malcolm Strain could develop the first generation of SCALP serum a century ago which help the human race turn the tide of stellar war. Then with the more advanced science and the help of many auxiliary superpowers today ... maybe they can somehow recreate my super sperm cell and cultivate it in-vitro.

"Alright ... so what is the compensation you have in mind?"

"That depends on what you're after. Is it money, territory, or maybe ... authority?"

It's a bit weird selling one sperm ... it feels like I'm selling my body and be a gigolo. Ah right, I have thought of that. And with this superpower that could cure disease, enhance life force, and level up ability ... coupled with how mighty my dick and its cheat-like power, I can start up the business.

While it's true, the more superwomen I fucked, the more I have their superpower reserved in my Powerbank. But I don't feel like doing it on my own, and besides ... the military has put seal order on me to not reveal any information about my power. I know how dangerous and rare my power is, and if information about my power is leaked out to other communities, perhaps I will be targeted by them.

I don't want that ... it'll be troublesome. So, I think it's best to rely on the military to arrange it if there's any superwoman who would do it with me. This is weird ... the military will be my pimp and middleman. I ... I don't know how to retort on this anymore.

But yeah, I think the most I could bear is selling my sperm as research specimens. They won't put it as an ingredient of medicine anyway, I don't mind if it's for research. But they must pay some compensation.

"I'm just your regular high school boys, territory and authority are a tremendous responsibility and I don't think I can handle it on my own. So, you can just give me some money for now. I heard that when a super donating his sperm would receive about 3 million emas per milliliter. How much you could offer to buy my sperm?"

Money can't buy everything, but everything that is sold can be bought with money. The world still relies on those intangible numbers for the transaction.

"We could offer you five times of that ... fifteen million emas per milliliter. How's that sound?"

That's ... too generous. With just a small cup of 10 ml, I can get one hundred and fifty million! If I sold a hundred milliliters ... oh shit, that's one and half billion emas! Even aunt Yumi's business venture is not necessarily worth that much. This is ... just amazing, my sperm worth gold ... it really is a Golden Rod.

Alright, I won't mind this price.

"Okay, I'm fine with the price ... how much should I provide it?"

"Hmm ... I'll send over my subordinate with the detailed contract tomorrow at the latest. For now, I'm glad that you didn't disagree with the proposal."

"Although I'm reluctant about it ... but I will do it for the community."

"Then happy collaboration."

Mr. Harris stretched his hand. I took it and we shake our hands.

"Happy collaboration."