Chapter 1246

<Chapter 1246> 1246. Dark Moon

We silently inspected each other’s nudes.

That’s when it happened.

A presence was felt near the bath entrance. Not just one person—minimum five or more. The blood drained from my face and 212’s too.

“Uh, I thought we had exclusive use today?”

I whispered as low as possible.

“W-well, yeah. I did say I’d cover the cost for today and even asked for understanding… but I don’t know why they showed up.”

Panicked, 212 darted her eyes around while fidgeting nervously. For a moment, I got distracted by the jiggling of her ample bosom.

“Should we hide with magic?! Camouflage magic!”

“Calm down, 212. Using magic would be a mistake. Don’t forget these guys are at our level too—they’d figure it out instantly.”

“That’s true… Any other ideas…?”

212 trailed off, deep in thought.

Thankfully, we still had time to act. It would take them about a minute to strip in the changing room and enter.

‘There’s no choice but to hide in the corner without using magic. With 212’s cooperation, we should be able to stay hidden.’

I locked eyes with 212, who seemed to have come up with the same plan.

“211. Clothes first.”

BOOM.

The bath door swung open, and women poured in en masse—all fully clothed.

My jaw dropped as I stared blankly at the entrance. At least five? What a joke. Sixteen women came in. Including 212, that made seventeen total—every single female recruit. And there was Number 31 among them.

“Hey, hey! This is…!”

212 stood in front of me, flustered. Her butt was right in front of my nose, and I tried to focus despite the distraction.

‘Will I get thrown into solitary confinement? Nah, considering this unit’s nature, meaningless punishment won’t happen. Instead, I’ll probably receive some combat duty. Definitely cleaning up contaminated zones with zombie-bankers.’

As I pondered the consequences, the women surrounded both me and 212. Desperately, I reached for my clothes…

But 26, the black-haired woman with a sword scar on her cheek, snatched them away before I could.

Then 166, the girl with braided pink hair, smirked mischievously at me and 211.

“Honestly, you two were fooling around again, weren’t you? 212, didn’t you remember this is our girls-only space?”

“166… it’s not what it looks like…”

212 stammered, clearly flustered.

It wasn’t easy to justify getting caught red-handed.

A tall woman with long black hair stepped forward. She was 99, the most well-endowed among us, exuding a gentle and nurturing aura. Internally, I called her “Mama” because of her maternal vibe.

“Calm down, 212. We’re not planning to report your relationship with 211 to the instructors. Nor do we intend to criticize you two. Physical attraction between young men and women is only natural.”


“Room 166… Then why did you all rush over here?”

Before Room 166 could speak, someone nearby butted in. Blonde hair and towering presence—it was Room 111.

“Curiosity. I heard you and Room 211 were going to do *it* in the bathhouse… and well, I just had to see for myself.”

“*Just* because of that?!’”

“Room 212, you know how it is. We’re all so bored. Events like this don’t come around often.”

Room 111 chuckled darkly as her gaze swept over my body—specifically lingering on my erection. And she wasn’t alone. Every woman present stared at me with rapt fascination, their eyes gleaming with interest. My pride stood tall, defiantly enduring their scrutiny.

I couldn’t entirely blame them.

We’re trapped in this compound with nothing but TV shows to entertain us—no computers, no real outlets for our pent-up desires. This situation was bound to stir things up.

Even Room 31, pretending not to care, kept sneaking glances.

“We’ll just watch. That’s all, right girls?”

Room 166 smiled gently.

“Yeah, we’ll only watch.”

“Just keep going.”

“We’re teammates after all. Good things should be shared.”

The girls smirked, an unsettling madness flickering in their eyes. The bizarre scene unsettled Room 212, who hesitated.

“You’re… crazy.”

“Not gonna do it? Then maybe I will?”

A platinum-haired woman with bronze skin stepped forward—it was Room 52, always into sports.

“W-What?!”

“To be honest, I’ve been curious about sex.”

“…Do you like Room 211?”

“Not really. You don’t need romantic feelings to have sex, right? And Room 211 isn’t half bad, even as a guy.”

Room 52 dramatically stripped off her shirt, shocking both me and the surrounding women.

“No way! There’s no way I’m letting that happen! At least… at least I go first!”

Room 212 shouted.

My eyes widened. Did Room 212 just say what I think they said? First?!

My mind raced. The women, including Room 211, share a bond stronger than friendship—almost familial. After all, we’ve relied on each other to survive in this wretched place. If they’ve discussed something among themselves…

‘…Maybe I’m overthinking this. It’s possible Room 212 just misspoke out of panic.’

I finally managed to speak.

“Guys, let’s calm down and—”

“No way. Room 211, stay still. You want this with Room 212 too, don’t you?”

“In a situation like this…”

“With your thing standing at attention, denying it won’t convince anyone.”

Struck by the truth, I shut my mouth.

Room 212 grabbed my shoulder firmly, pushing me down onto the floor before straddling me. Looks like we’re really doing this.

“Stay still, Room 211. Sex is no big deal.”

Room 212 lowered herself. Her entrance met my tip, parting and tearing through her hymen. A streak of crimson flowed down my shaft.

“Aaaah, ah ah ah ah ah…”

She emitted a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan, collapsing fully onto me. Clutching my shoulders, trembling violently, the commotion around us grew louder.

“That big thing actually went in… wow.”

“So this is sex. Watching it for real is way more fascinating than I imagined.”

“Room 212, are you enjoying yourself?”

Room 212’s hips began to move slowly. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she spoke.

“It hurts… but it feels good… hnnngg…”

I wrapped my right arm around her waist while my left hand massaged her bouncing breasts, burying my face in her neck.

“Aaangh, ngh! Huhng, ngh! Feels good… touch my chest more…!”

Her hips moved faster.

Slop-slop.

The sound of flesh meeting filled the air, mingling with our heavy breathing.

“Haaugh, haang… huuuuhhh…!”

Room 212 clung tightly to me, shivering. I held her full bosom against me as…


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