After breakfast, Naoki and Sahara set off immediately. The military jeep, with Naoki at the wheel, sped away from the Sixth Unit gates, cutting through the desolate Mato landscape.
Barely five minutes into the drive, the morning silence was shattered. Hordes of Shuuki could be seen roaming wildly, poised to tear apart anything that crossed their path.
*SHING!*
Without slowing the vehicle, Naoki activated «Pandemonium». The Qliphoth Tree diagram manifested briefly behind him before vanishing, replaced by the spinning pattern of a black-gold inverted cross in his pupils.
Among the ten Peach Blessings stored within «Pandemonium», he selected «Ame-no-Mitori»—perhaps because it was the first ability he had ever copied, or simply because its mechanics had become second nature to him.
Naoki kept his right hand steady on the steering wheel while his left hand made casual slashing motions through the air toward the approaching monsters.
*SWISH!* *SWISH!* *SWISH!*
Invisible Reality Slashes streaked forward, severing the fabric of space itself.
*SPLAT!* *SPLAT!* *SPLAT!*
Flesh and bone were partitioned with surgical precision, as if the world ahead had been snipped apart by a giant pair of scissors. Not a single creature managed to close within a ten-meter radius of the jeep; within seconds, they all collapsed into heaps of lifeless meat.
"Woooah~ Naoki-san, that was amazing!" Sahara cheered, clapping her hands with delight. "With you around, we don't even have to bother stopping and getting out every time we see a Shuuki. Talk about efficiency!"
Hearing the praise, Naoki merely rolled his eyes. He had already guessed her ulterior motive.
"You just want to slack off and sleep through the whole patrol, don't you, Sahara?"
Rather than being embarrassed at having her intentions laid bare, Sahara opted for the "cute" route. She tapped her head lightly with her fist, winked, and stuck out her tongue playfully.
"Ehe~ you caught me~"
Sahara shifted closer, grabbing Naoki's left arm and swaying it back and forth—completely ignoring the fact that he was currently driving.
"Besides, Naoki-san is so incredibly strong. If there's a problem you can't handle, what chance does a regular member like me have? It's better if I just save my energy, right?"
Naoki smirked, tossing out a dirty joke with a relaxed tone.
"Tell you what—if you let me feel your breasts right now, I'll take care of every single Shuuki along the way without exception. You can just sit back and be lazy until we get back to base. How about it?"
With a normal woman, Naoki would have earned a sharp slap or a sexual harassment report. However, the moral compass of the warriors in the Anti-Demon Corps—especially the heroines with a "hard ecchi" mentality—operated on a different standard.
Far from being offended, Sahara's eyes lit up with joy at the proposed "exchange." To her, the chance to skip out on hard field labor was an offer too tantalizing to refuse.
"Really? Wow, what a deal!" Sahara immediately puffed out her chest toward Naoki with a bright expression. "Agreed! If it's just touching, do it as much as you like! As long as I get to relax today. Go ahead, Naoki-san, touch them however you want!"
After all, this wasn't the first time. Once the first threshold has been crossed, the second, third, and every time thereafter feels perfectly natural. Plus, Sahara didn't dislike Naoki at all; in fact, she felt remarkably comfortable around him.
Naoki stole a glance at the large mounds still hidden beneath her uniform.
"It would be better if I could feel them directly, without layers of fabric in the way."
Understanding his meaning without needing a long explanation, Sahara's response was anything but shy. Taking the initiative, she began to undo her uniform buttons one by one.
With slow yet deliberate movements, she unfastened her shirt and pulled her bra up over the peaks of her chest, allowing her massive pair of G-cup breasts to spill out freely.
"Here they are~ enjoy them to your heart's content, Naoki-san~" Sahara said in her signature pampered tone.
"In that case, itadakimasu." Naoki replied with a grin.
While keeping his eyes focused on the road and one hand on the wheel, Naoki extended his left hand toward Sahara. His warm fingers soon landed on her skin, which was as white as porcelain and as smooth as silk. He began to knead and squeeze the massive mounds firmly, savoring the incredible, supple sensation that felt as though it wanted to swallow his entire palm.
"Ngh... ah..."
Sahara couldn't hold back a small whimper. Even though she was the one who had offered, her body's physiological reaction couldn't lie.
A deep flush slowly spread across her face to the tips of her ears, contrasting sharply with her blonde hair. Her breathing grew shorter and heavier, while her normally sleepy eyes became misty from the stimulation. She leaned further back into the jeep's seat, letting Naoki explore her prized assets as the vehicle sped onward.
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Naoki kept his promise. After he had had his fill—not just squeezing, but also taking a moment to nurse and leave small, faint love bites that stood out against her pale skin—he took full responsibility for the combat duties.
For the remainder of the patrol route, any Shuuki bold enough to show itself was instantly obliterated by the invisible spatial slashes of «Ame-no-Mitori» before it could even let out a growl.
Sahara, feeling that her "workload" had been paid for in full, eventually fell into a very deep sleep. She curled up in the passenger seat with her uniform still slightly disheveled, slumbering peacefully until the jeep completed its circuit of the Sixth Unit's territory and turned back for home.
However, halfway back to the base, the silence in the cabin was broken by the crackle of static from the jeep's tactical radio.
*BZZZT!*
"Naoki, do you listen?"
It was Yachiho's voice.
Naoki immediately keyed the radio.
"Yeah, I hear you. What's up, Yachiho?"
"A new gate just manifested out of nowhere. We have reports of a civilian caught in a localized Mato Disaster in the outskirts sector. You need to head to the coordinates I'm sending right now to rescue the survivor before the Shuuki find them."
"Understood. I'm heading to the location now."
Before cutting the feed, Naoki took a moment to check in.
"By the way, how are you feeling? Tenka said you skipped breakfast."
There was a light huff from the other end.
"Don't worry about me, idiot. I'm just feeling a bit off, probably just exhaustion. Focus on the mission."
*BIP—!*
The line went dead. Naoki glanced at the still-snoozing Sahara—evidently, even the blaring radio hadn't been enough to wake her.
Without wasting a second, Naoki jerked the steering wheel hard, making the tires screech against the dry Mato earth. The jeep roared as it accelerated, veering toward the emergency coordinates Yachiho had provided.
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