Capítulo 111: Shameless
"You always seem to have a surprise up your sleeve, don't you, Parc?" Najenda said after the other girls left the meeting room letting Parc and Najenda speak on their own. "But seriously, another world? Of all the places you could come from, another world is what you choose?"
"I didn't really choose that," he said leaning into the back rest of the meeting room throne. "As I said, abducted from my world with barely any forewarning."
"Of course you didn't," she sighed coming to Pace in front of him. "But still, this seems a lot more complicated than what we're going through. You mentioned something about a system? What's it like, trustworthy?"
"Couldn't tell you for sure." he rubbed his temple trying to find the words, "currently, it feels like its not being controlled. But something has to have made it, and there must be a reason I got it. I doubt it was random or anything like that."
"As do I," she said pinching her chin in thought, continuing to pace, "Whatever or whoever's behind this 'conquest system' has some type of motive."
That much was obvious, Parc thought.
Najenda halted right before Parc and lifted her gaze to him, "do you think its hostile?"
"Once again, couldn't tell you. It's still early," he shrugged trailing his eyes over Najenda's form as she paced, enjoying the look of her bossom bouncing and her pants sticking close to her bottom, forming around her cheeks into a seductive sight. "But, if I had to say, at least from what I've seen so far, no. With just what I've gotten so far it seems out of touch, mechanical like a computer given a program to run and its running it."
"I have no idea what either of those are. Technology from your world I assume?"
"Yep," he affirmed, crossing his legs and leaned back, feeling a sense of fulfilment sat in a throne like a king. "Computers you can basically just call artificial brains. They store information, show it to us, let us send messages around and all that, programs are what is used to do all those fine detail things. When I left computers were in most every household in the modern world. Life essentially revolved around the machines."
"That sounds dangerous."
"Oh, it is. It's a big piece of contention in the scientific communities. That at one point if we make all our technology sentient and self-learning, they could end up going on a murderous rampage to terminate us off the world. So far, nothings come of it."
"I agree with your scientists then, I couldn't imagine what would happen if there were multiple berserk hekatonkheires running around slaughtering everything in their path."
Parc shivered at the thought, the sight of a pissed off Koro was chilling enough, but five of them? That was a horror story.
"Well, luckily that's not a worry for us. We don't have dangerbeasts or teigu. Scariest weapon we have are nukes. Big ass bombs that can level countries in a few minutes and leave an entire nation uninhabitable because of the fallout."
"That sounds worse," she blankly put.
"Oh, it is. They're banned in wars for a reason. Though every country has at least one as intimidation factors. Little signs that say, 'you piss me off, you go boom' doesn't really work when that's basically a declaration of war that opens up that country to retaliation by the country it attacks. I pity any idiot who tries to nuke America though. Crazy yanks were throwing those things around like candy not a hundred years ago."
Najenda huffed, "I'm starting to wonder if your world is really as safe as you made it out to be."
"It's better than here, that much I can tell you," he said.
Deciding it time to move on from the conversation, Parc hopped up to his feet, taking long, gliding steps towards Najenda.
Najenda drew to a pause, sending him a suspecting glimmer, yet remaining silent as he arrived before her. Her arms still crossed beneath her chest. Her single eye raised to meet with his two.
"How about we move on from talk about other worlds, Najenda, I believe we made a deal not long ago."
She frowned, "are you really trying to get into my pants after that?"
"Yes."
It was so blunt it left Najenda going through a loop for exactly one second. Parc's hands coming to rest on her hips. "You are shameless, Evans."
"Of course I am, you've seen how many girls I've got. It's takes a shameless man to get that many."
"I didn't mean that as a compliment," she grumbled letting her arms fall to her side within Parc's.
Parc answered, "I didn't take it as one." He tapped his fingers, crawling along Najenda's hips onto her backside, pressing into the fabric of her pants and feeling how it gave way to the softness of her bottom. Whispering to her, "come on, no more skirting around it Najenda, you're the last woman I want."
"You forgot the 'in this world,'" she grumbled with an irate expression.
"Oh?" a smirk rose to Parc's face as Najenda shut her eye in defiance, "is someone a little jealous their hubby's got some big intentions for the future?"
"Hubby?" she snorted, "you're pushing your luck." Najenda pushed him off her, turning her back to him to walk towards the doorway, her bottom swaggering a little more than usual. With a lopsided grin, Parc followed behind her. "Never said anything about marrying you."
"What else would you call what I'm going to do to you?"
"Slavery."
"Now that's just harsh-"
"You brand girls and turn them into your belongings. That is the definition of slavery."
"Can't argue that, but I can tell you I have no intentions of taking away yours or any of the others free will."
"By… forcibly taking us from our home world and plonking us into one where nationwide explosions can happen?"
"We just talked about it and you were willing to come with."
"Yes, before I learnt about the nationwide bombs." She hissed a response as the travelled through the halls of the hideout, climbing the stairs to the floor where her room was situated.
"I also said I have no idea when I'd be able to get back to that world."
"Doesn't change the fact there's a possibility."
"And a possibility it doesn't happen."
Now on the third floor, Najenda led Parc to the furthest room down the hallway, twisting open the handle and walked in before him. Parc shutting and locking the door behind him before taking in the sight of her new abode. Simple with mostly military documents lining every flat table and shelve in the room. A double wide bed set against the far wall, the blankets wrinkled and strewn haphazardly showing a little of Najenda less than organized self.
Finding their conversation drawing to a halt, Najenda turned to face him, with a sharp eye she said, "get on the bed," with slanted eyebrows and a squint.
Not daring to refute her commanding tone, Parc made his way to the edge of the bed, plopping himself down.
Staring down at him with iration, she said, "what part of get on the bed did you not understand, lie down."
'So we're doing this are we,' Parc nodded along, pushing himself to the centre of the bed after kicking his shoes off. Crossing his hand's behind his head, watching anticipatorily as Najenda crawled onto the bed and straddled his waist, her hands pressed onto his chest keeping him down. Both still fully clothed in their daily attire. Something he was sure would be changing very soon.
Leaning her body down, Najenda pressed her soft breasts onto Parc's chest bringing her face just a hairs breadth away from kissing. Her fings ran along Parc's side, crossing over his ribs and onto his arms, "I may have said I'd become yours, Parc," she softly put, latching her mechanical right onto Parc's left arm, tugging it out from under his head while her other hand reached towards the corner of the bed, pulling out a thick robe she quickly wrapped and knotted around Parc's wrist.
Not giving him the chance to utter a word in retortion before she did the same to the other, leaving him with his arms splayed out unable to move.
"But I think you need to learn that I'm not one to simply be pushed around."
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