Chapter 638

〈Chapter 638〉 Part 2, Chapter 3, Scene 03

A little later.

After parting ways with the group and becoming truly alone, I secretly climbed up to the rooftop of a random building to ensure my solitude.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Commander.”

On the rooftop, Penril of Gale was waiting for me, pointing her wind blade – Jeolpung – directly at me. The eerie wind felt like it could slice off my head at any moment.

“The day has finally come.”

“That’s right. The day of our contract.”

Penril was now in pre-mission mode.

Just like how she instantly killed the Chimera, no tricks would work on her this time. So I cut straight to the chase with what I wanted to say.

“Go to America.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Our agreed time is up. Fly to America immediately.”

“Ho ho ho…”

Penril started laughing while wiggling her body, then suddenly…

“EEEEEEEK!!!”

…began throwing a tantrum on the rooftop, rolling around on her back. It was an utterly undignified sight, showing her underwear as she flailed her arms and legs.

“No way! I don’t wanna go! If I go to America, I’ll never come back!”

“Just take a flight and return. Why don’t you want to go? Go to America.”

“What? It’s not America! Everyone says it’s Heaven! You’re not going to America but ascending to heaven as ashes after burning alive!!”

“…Haa.”

Even after I explained, it was quite pathetic how much she still feared P.

The most ridiculous part was that she had set up a wind barrier to avoid being seen by others. I found it exasperating to see Kim Penril, known as the mission-optimized heroine, hesitating over what she needed to do.

“Go now and come back.”

“No! Time difference! TIME DIFFERENCEEEEEE!”

“You need to be in Korea on March 1st Korean time, so I’m telling you to go now. Didn’t we agree to depart at this time? It’s fine. You won’t die.”

I swear you won’t die. With all the bodily fluids and logical circuits I’ve injected into Kim Penril so far, she can survive P.

And even if Kim Penril knows I betrayed her, it doesn’t matter at all.

“Besides, do you really think they care whether you succeed or fail in your mission?”

“How am I supposed to trust that?”

“Trust me.”

Though she’s an officer P, I know myself. I understand how Kim Penril reacts when I speak through the logic I’ve implanted in her.

Blazing Phoenix.

A top student who carries the whole team when group project members don’t respond, taking on seven people’s work alone when necessary.

“So Officer Penril of Gale can play, eat, and have sex until the end of the world without anyone caring.”

Twenty-four years of playing around won’t make the world end any faster. When Seongju arrives on Christmas Eve, everyone will die anyway, so having sex with the commander before then wouldn’t matter much.

Since everyone will die when Seongju comes. This isn’t defeatism; officer P fully trusts Seongju’s power and their own.

“Even if six officers turn against them, they believe they can kill everyone with just Seongju and themselves. So even if you betray them now, you’re not even worth considering.”

“But isn’t that sad… But when it’s P? Does prediction even mean anything? She’s moody, throwing away plans and doing whatever she pleases whenever her mood shifts. If she wrote a novel, there’d definitely be no plot. How can there be any plan with someone who acts on whims?”

“…”

Though her judgment is skewed, it’s factually correct, so I decided to endure it. At this point, there’s nothing left to do but pressure Penril.

“Therefore, trust me. I know better than anyone, so trust me and just go!”

“But… That woman would definitely try to rip my head off as soon as I said that, right?!”

“Even if you trust me and go, there’s absolutely no way that would happen.”

But the opponent is P. Words like “absolutely” don’t apply here.

Our conversation is running in parallel.

Despite all my efforts to instill confidence in Penril, her fear of P outweighs her self-confidence.

‘Honestly, it’s understandable.’

For twenty-four years, she must have suffered greatly under the oppression of the officers. They probably kept ordering her around using the officer network even while she hid to restore her magic power.

If I were in her position…

If I were in the position of Officer Blazing Phoenix, I would have pushed her so hard that she trembled at the mere thought of me.

“…Haa. Penril, let’s be honest.”

I’ve tried persuading Penril on this topic countless times, which isn’t like her.

“Tell me honestly. There’s another reason you don’t want to go to America, right? Are you scared to fight Phoenix, so you don’t want to go to America? That doesn’t sound like the great Kim Penril.”

“…”

Since she can run from P, she chose to stick with me because it benefits her more. If she couldn’t escape P, she wouldn’t have had sex with me either.

Sex.

“If it’s about sex, I already gave it to you yesterday, and I supplied magic power five days ago. What’s your complaint?”

“…Isn’t today empty?”

Kim Penril crossed her legs toward me and wagged her tail. Finally revealing her true colors, she was clearly in a seductive pose, so I picked her up from the rooftop.

“So you’re asking me to exert myself for you today?”

“It’s embarrassing for a woman, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I agree with that, but…”

I grabbed Penril’s waist and stood her up, pressing her lower abdomen against mine while whispering into her ear.

“Further services will incur additional charges, customer.”

“Nya?!”

I twisted Penril’s cat ears.

“I’ve already raised your magic power to 99, haven’t I? Strongest on Earth. SS+. P is SS among humans too, right? There’s nowhere else to grow. Providing more magic power now will cause loss.”

“What…what do you mean…”

Penril knelt down in despair, her trembling hands showing genuine frustration.

“W-What does that mean!”

“Calm down and listen. You’ve reached the point where you can no longer receive magic power.”

Saturated state.

Just like how filling the uterus with semen has its maximum capacity, Penril’s magic power has already expanded to its limit and cannot grow further.

“Level 100 magic power is the realm of gods. Are you a god? You’re the wolf that killed the god.”

“T-That kind of praise makes me embarrassed, nya.”

Penril giggled awkwardly and curled her tail. As someone with officer sensitivity, being called “<God Killer>” made her lose her composure.

“The wolf that killed the god is still not a god, so magic supply is unavailable. Ah, how unfortunate. If you were a god, you could resolve everything with divine powers.”

“B-But the commander isn’t omnipotent, right…? Why isn’t it possible? Why isn’t it possible?! You’re the commander! You can turn a woman with only 1 magic power into SS+ by having sex for 100 days!”

“Yeah, 99 levels is the end.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Penril writhed around, genuinely showing her frustration.

“Really, this is ridiculous. Did you call me here just for this? I have somewhere else to be, but I came here because of you.”

‘Therefore, I thought she was throwing a tantrum right before deciding to go to America, but it was because she wanted magic power.’ I found it absurd. Penril buried her face in my chest and looked up at me.

“Commander, is there any way for me to go back to level 1, nya?”

“If such a method existed, I would have captured the Dark Legion officers long ago, tied them up in some basement, and reduced them all to level 1.”

There are villains who steal magic power, but commanders only know how to supply it. Kyu Kyu One Tool.

“Then what about monster transformation? Becoming a monster? Since you said last time that monster form is level 96 and beast form is 99, if I transform into a monster and receive magic power, isn’t that possible, nya? There are still three chances left, nya!”

“Crazy woman.”

I pulled on Penril’s tail and slapped her butt.

“Are you telling me to penetrate you while you’re in armor?”

“<Penril of Gale>. In monster form, it looks similar to a tokusatsu-style wolf monster.

“This body is different, nya! A sexy dynamite seal girl…”

“Everyone knows your monster form turns into black armor. Are you telling me to penetrate you there? What nonsense are you spouting? I’ve already seen the future, you brat.”

My logically sound rebuttal left Penril in despair. Her tail drooped, and she rubbed her forehead against my chest.

“But it’s frustrating, nya. To only have such amazing experiences four times in life…”

Penril clutched my collar with tears welling up in her eyes. They seemed genuine.

“R-Really impossible, nya…?”

“Haa.”

As much as I’d like to supply magic power to Penril, doing so now would only lead to oversaturation.

“Listen carefully. Imagine a half-gallon container filled with mint chocolate ice cream.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But even if you pack it tightly, you can’t add more beyond that, right?”

“Then bring another container, nya?”

“Bring another core.”

“…”

In other words, even if we have sex, it will all flow out, meaning Penril won’t experience the blissful orgasm she desires from magic power supply. Instead, it would just be regular sex.

“You received magic power every time you cast your wind barrier. Including the first time in Gangwon-do, we’ve had outdoor sex four times: hotel rooftop, amusement park, girls’ high school rooftop, and inside our office!”

“Ah, it was thrilling, nya. We were always worried about getting caught, nya.”

Penril’s barrier makes the interior invisible from outside. The transparent wind barrier ensures that even if you have sex inside, it can’t be seen from outside.

“Hehehe. Isn’t it great to enjoy the fresh air while doing it in wide-open spaces?”

“Do you know what public indecency is?”

“No CCTV recordings, no detection in magic scans, and invisible to people—where’s the evidence, nya? Ah, the semen flowing in my vagina is the evidence, nya!”

“…Why did I team up with such a lusty kitty-dog?”

This heat-crazed nyanko has made me supply magic power four times this February alone because she’s afraid of meeting P.

“Commander, you’ve made me this way, nya. Is there really no possibility at all?”

“Well, it’s not entirely impossible…”

“Anything you order me to do, I’ll do it, Commander.”

Penril bowed deeply with seriousness. I lifted her waist and issued my command.

“Then I shall give my orders. Penril of Gale, go to America and talk to P.”

Penril’s expression stiffened. I smiled at her and fiddled with her magical gear.

“All the weapons I use, the allies I recruit, the place I live, the assets I possess—all these are being monitored in real-time, and you can kill me anytime. Didn’t you take selfies too?”

I pulled out the photos Penril had taken.

<Commander's Split-Second Cockshot> ★

In selfie mode, Penril grinned wickedly while aiming her sharp nails at my groin as I lay in bed wearing only underwear. There were more than just one or two of these photos.

“And if you ever get angry, you can use this.”

I handed Penril something I had specially prepared. A bribe for P that even Penril doesn’t know the contents of.

“Is this really going to work?”

“It will definitely work. There’s no way it won’t.”

“…Really?”

“If this doesn’t work, you can kill all our children and enslave me as a dildo monster for life.”

I used an ultimate move to send Penril off. Only then did she reluctantly step away from me, glancing back.

“Alright, I get it. But…”

“What is it now?”

“…Even if magic power supply isn’t possible, can’t we just do it, nya?”

Penril lifted one of her legs and pulled up her skirt. Pulling up her skirt, she slightly lowered her panties, revealing a glistening translucent line.

“In case something happens, I intentionally called you an hour early… I still have an hour before departing for America, nya?”

“Haa.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how absurd it was.

“Are you calling this now?”

“S-So what?”

“Hold that leg up.”

I dropped my pants.

“I’ll send you to America properly.”

* * *

An hour later.

Having sent Penril to America in various senses, I received a call from the white-haired woman.

The location…the suite room of the New Seoul Hotel.

– I’d like to meet you one-on-one. Commander.

I received a date request from Princess Seolhwa.