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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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When Karl returned after lunch, the information he had requested had been checked and organized. To summarize it roughly, it was about encrypting satellite information.
…Satellite information encryption.
Karl smelled something very fishy. He had experienced something similar when he was part of the Solar Knights. …Of course, the difference was that the person involved hadn’t died back then.
He accessed the program and pulled up the entire personnel list of the Intelligence Department’s satellite management division. It seemed best to start the investigation from here again. Of course, this would be a personal endeavor. If he let it be known that he was poking around, information could be subtly leaked without him knowing.
Who should he start withㅡ?
Leaning back in his chair, Karl hummed a tune as he scanned the list. The work was interesting, but since the commander’s son was working his ass off from day one, shouldn’t there be some decent compensationㅡ!
Having chosen a tasty morsel, he put down his work and checked his watch. It was already 4 PM. One hour left until leaving work.
The good thing about the head of the office being a stickler for rules was that they adhered strictly to leaving work on time. Of course, there was the annoying aspect of having everything precisely lined up and neatly arranged, but as long as the work was done well, they didn’t really interfere with anything else, so this much was tolerable.
Maybe they even meticulously arranged their pubic hairs one by one, making sure they were all the same length?
Seeing how they styled their bangs, it wasn’t impossible. Hoping for the day he could confirm it, Karl goofed off for the remaining time and left work like a bullet as soon as 5 PM struck.
Dana couldn’t even ask Karl if he wanted to have dinner together.
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After sitting all day, working until her bottom was sore, Metel walked along the bustling streets to change her mood. Seeing the colorful lights blending with the beautiful sunset, her heart felt uplifted.
As she walked along the crowded street, she suddenly felt a strong impact on her shoulder.
Ouchㅡ.
She lost her balance from the shock, falling and landing on her backside with a thud.
Damn it…!
With a deeply furrowed brow, she looked up at the person who had barged into her like a bull, thinking, ‘What kind of mannerless jerk…,’ and then….
“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
A breathtakingly handsome man was crouched down, looking at her.
Metel felt as if a bell was ringing in her head, ding-dong.
“Ah, uh, y-yes, I’m, I’m alright….”
“Can you get up?”
“Ah, yes.”
He politely extended his hand. She took it and slowly got up, lightly dusting off her dirty bottom. Honestly, her backside was a bit numb from the fall, but she didn’t want to look pathetic in front of this man by showing her pain.
“Just in case, do you want to rest for a bit?”
He asked, gesturing towards the coffee shop right next to them. Metel, who had been free anyway, naturally agreed.
Is this… destinyㅡ?
In this highly advanced scientific age, the concept of destiny had become obsolete, entering an ice age and freezing to death. Yet, the primitive, hot instincts of humans forcibly dragged this centuries-old, frozen concept of destiny out of the glacier and assigned meaning to it.
She had been particularly into romance novels lately, and this seemed to fit perfectly.
The two sat facing each other with a cup of coffee in front of each of them. …Looking closely, Metel found the man incredibly handsome. Enough to make her heart flutter.
“I’m sorry if I’m holding you up when you’re busy….”
“No, I just finished work. I’m free.”
“Really? Me too. I just finished work. Hehe.”
Metel covered her mouth slightly with her hand and laughed like a sentimental girl. It was pure affectation, but she wanted to appear as feminine as possible to him.
“Is your bottom alright?”
“Yes, I think it’s fine. I was just a little surprised.”
“That’s a relief. I was worried you might have fractured something. I bumped into you too hard, didn’t I?”
How considerate…!
“No, it was my fault for being distracted. I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about it.”
Their conversation paused there. She didn’t want to part ways with him like this, so she racked her brains to find something to talk about.
“What do you do for work, by the way…?”
“Ah, I’m a Knight. Kimu Unit. Still a trainee, though.”
As soon as Metel heard the word “Knight,” she exclaimed, “Oh my, oh my!” lightly clapping her hands in a flutter.
“What a coincidence! I work at Headquarters Intelligence. Wow, to meet someone from the same Headquarters here!”
“Really? I’m so glad. I was feeling quite lonely not knowing anyone here, but it seems a connection has been made.”
A connection—.
Metel was completely captivated by that sweet word.
“Yes, a connection….”
“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Karl Zeile.”
“I’m Metel Odra.”
With this newfound connection, the two had dinner together and even shared a drink.
And what followed….
Haup, Haup, Chuuup—.
As soon as the two entered Metel’s room, they began frantically exchanging saliva, sucking on each other’s lips.
“I, I’m not this kind of woman….”
“I know. You’re not this kind of woman.”
“Karl, because it’s you, because it’s you…!”
And what followed was animalistic copulation—.
Metel climaxed several times from Karl’s monstrous penis. She had never experienced such ecstatic sex in her life. No, what she had done before wasn’t sex; it was merely child’s play. This was real sex.
After thoroughly ravaging the Intelligence satellite management division employee’s vagina, Karl, having confirmed she was completely out cold, rummaged through her clothes and bag. And there, he found the authentication key.
Now, let’s see—.
He turned on the computer in her room and accessed the Intelligence database. Naturally, a message prompting authentication appeared, and he inserted the key, successfully bypassing it.
He then entered the satellite number from the deceased technician’s storage device, and all the information appeared. Worried that transferring this data elsewhere might cause unnecessary problems, he jotted down only the parts that seemed important.
…This was, decommissioned.
It was recorded as decommissioned due to a major component failure less than five years after its production. And the decommissioning decision had been made just a year ago.
Karl felt his suspicions solidifying. If it weren’t for him, this could have been perfectly covered up as a victimless crime, but unfortunately, it had been stumbled upon by a suspiciously experienced newcomer.
I wonder how deep this goes.
After extracting the crucial information, Karl turned off the computer and tidied up as if nothing had happened. Then, staring down at Metel, still sprawled out on the bed, he slapped her semen-covered buttock with his palm.
“Mmm….”
Fucking bitch, I loved you….
Karl gathered his scattered clothes and was about to leave her room when… he returned, scribbled something on a note, placed it on the table, and left.
[We don’t seem to be a match. Your vagina is too loose. Goodbye.]
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As soon as Karl arrived at work with Dana, he sipped a delicious cup of android-made coffee and tapped away at his keyboard.
He searched the personnel records for the names of those who had decided to decommission the satellite. From the person in charge to the technicians.
There, he found an important name.
The signature scrawled in the manager’s section of the satellite management division: Longpatt Gamoshi.
Since a satellite wasn’t an ordinary object, it was natural that the manager’s approval was required for its decommissioning. But if it wasn’t something that should have been decommissioned, then the manager who made that decision had to be suspected.
While the Kimu Unit didn’t seem to consider this satellite issue a major concern, Karl’s experience told him this wasn’t something to be taken lightly.
This was definitely connected to the asset management chief’s corruption that they discussed in yesterday morning’s meeting—.
Of course, it was still just Karl’s speculation, as there was no evidence yet, but he was almost certain. The reason the Kimu Unit still hadn’t found the embezzled funds was likely because the money wasn’t hidden somewhere on the planet but had been transferred to another planet using a private satellite network. That way, it would bypass the planetary headquarters’ satellite network, creating the illusion that the money had simply vanished.
Karl had tracked Imperial nobles using this method to embezzle funds several times before. Of course, he’d heard the technology had evolved considerably since then….
Anyway, the method Karl was currently tracking was quite outdated from his perspective. It left undeniable evidence. But even if it was considered outdated on Earth, it seemed to still be cutting-edge on this backwater planet. That’s why the Kimu Unit was still clueless.
Bastard. So unlucky to get caught by me….
He might have been planning to make a big score and run, but the moment his method was exposed to Karl, it was only a matter of time before he was caught.
Of course, there were still a few hurdles to overcome, so Karl wasn’t completely at ease. He might suddenly hit a dead end somewhere.
Humming a tune as he examined the corrupt manager’s bland face and personal information, his android secretary informed him that someone had come to see him. Metel from the Intelligence satellite management division.
Oh, this persistent woman—.
Apparently, one note wasn’t enough to shake her off. Since the first stage had failed, he had to move on to the second stage.
A direct confrontation.
Usually, if you say to their face,
“Your vagina is too loose,”
Nine out of ten would become tearful and beg for another chance, promising to tighten up. Occasionally, one would retort angrily, “Well, aren’t you pleased with your own penis?”
Karl went to see which category Metel belonged to.
“I’ll, I’ll try to tighten it, so please give me another chance. Please?”
She belonged to the nine.
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