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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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A week passed.
The training camp staff seemed determined to drain the trainees of their energy, lest they get any rebellious ideas, working them relentlessly. If it hadn’t been for the Ion Buster, Karl would have given up and walked out, declaring that even the shitty prison was better.
Thanks to the Ion Buster, he easily took first place in the physical assessment. …It was practically cheating, but as long as he didn’t get caught, it was fine. Besides, who would imagine that someone coming to this crappy training camp would have a body enhancement device implanted? Anyone with that kind of money would go somewhere much nicer and more comfortable.
So, the Commander’s Son, basking in the envious gazes of his Barracks 5 mates, was granted free time on Saturday morning. While everyone else was running their asses off, he stayed in the barracks, savoring the peace and quiet with a cup of cheap coffee. It would have been perfect if there was a woman there to give him a blowjob….
Saturday afternoon was dedicated to mental training.
It was actually a time the trainees looked forward to. Not because of the dull and uninspiring lectures on military spirit, but because of the female trainees they would meet in the classroom.
Naturally, Karl, who hadn’t had sex in a long time, was just as horny. What he’d said to the examiner wasn’t a lie. Sex in a training camp was the ultimate thrill—!
How many women with high-quality pussies could there be in this shithole of a training camp? Still, it was better than nothing.
The members of Group 5, engrossed in their contemplation of female anatomy, were led by their instructor to the classroom. It was already packed.
Karl was quite famous among the female trainees. He was an incredibly handsome man, a rare sight in this backwater dump of a training camp. They were probably whispering among themselves about how delicious he looked, how he made their pussies tingle.
“Damn, I’m so jealous.”
Trash Boss, standing next to Karl, could practically feel the women’s gazes on him. So this is what it’s like to be handsome—.
“Would you believe I haven’t seen a pussy in over a year?”
“Would I believe you, you deceitful bastard? I bet if you asked one of them to show you their pussy right now, they would.”
“Oh? Want to bet?”
“Go for it, then.”
Of course, it was just talk. With the instructor glaring at them, it was impossible.
The boring lecture began. Naturally, the trainees, male and female, were busy scanning the room, looking for the prettiest and most handsome among them. When their eyes met, they exchanged subtle glances.
The long yet short lecture ended, and each group returned to their barracks. The topic of conversation upon their return was, naturally, which female trainee was the prettiest.
Iyakin, the rat, ever the gossip, eagerly chimed in.
“There’s the daughter of the Hel-Lugal transport unit’s Master Sergeant. I heard she’s pretty hot.”
“Military families are a bit risky….”
Trash Boss muttered, and the pig snorted with laughter.
“Who said anything about dating?”
“Shut up, virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin—!”
Then Karl, ever the deceiver, said in a smooth voice.
“Why are we only talking about sex? Let’s be wholesome, okay? Soldiers need to have upright minds.”
“That bastard…. The world is so fucking unfair.”
A while later, the instructor came in and told them to prepare for dinner. They tidied up and lined up in the hallway.
“March in step, forward—!”
Trash Boss, now the leader of Group 5, led the other four forward. The instructor followed behind, keeping an eye on them.
After finishing their tasteless dinner in the mess hall, Group 5 returned to the barracks with their instructor. Finally granted some free time, they showered, exercised, chatted, or wrote letters. Or they went to the toilet and jerked off, thinking about the women they’d seen earlier.
After evening roll call, they lay down in their beds.
“Ah, I want to fuck—.”
The day ended with Trash Boss’s declaration of his desire for sex.
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Time passed slowly, but a month had already flown by.
The trainees, finally shedding their newbie status, were about to begin their formal basic military training.
Since large-scale battles were fought entirely by warships, the trainees focused on self-defense and establishing defensive lines within the ship to repel enemy intruders.
There were two main areas of training:
One was marksmanship, the other close combat.
Especially with the advent of body enhancement devices, close combat training had become an essential part of every soldier’s training. Since personal energy shields rendered energy guns largely ineffective, close combat with powerful cutting blades was the way to go.
However, marksmanship wasn’t completely ignored. The era of frontline gunfights was over, but soldiers in the rear still provided support with armor-piercing rounds.
The trainees were scheduled for marksmanship training twice a week and close combat training three times a week. In other words, they would be spending their weekday afternoons doing nothing but combat training.
The silver lining was that this training was co-ed. Everyone knew that combat training was the starting point of countless sexual encounters. Sweating, bleeding, and exchanging bodily fluids together, camaraderie was bound to blossom—!
Trash Captain seemed particularly excited about this. He was probably determined to get laid.
The training took place in virtual reality. They couldn’t just let them shoot and stab each other in real life.
Some trainees experienced motion sickness due to the low synchronization rate, but most adapted without problems.
After learning marksmanship and situational response tactics, the trainees engaged in offensive and defensive exercises against AI opponents. They were randomly placed within a virtual spaceship. In other words, their comrades could be male or female.
Karl hoped his comrades wouldn’t have dicks, but unfortunately, all three nearby were men. The four unlucky bastards stared at each other in disbelief.
“Fucking hell.”
But the exercise had already begun, so what could they do? They had to move and find someone with a pussy.
Of course, the four dick-wielding men didn’t bother exchanging names; they decided to refer to each other by numbers. Karl became Number 2.
“Let’s go.”
This time, it was an offensive exercise. They carefully assessed the enemy’s defenses and advanced deeper into the ship. While they all had personal energy shields, their capacity was limited, and they would quickly run out of energy if they kept getting hit.
Number 1, the most proactive, gave instructions to the other numbers. Karl thought his tactics were amateurish, but messing with the chain of command was more dangerous, so he followed orders.
They slowly advanced, using cover effectively. The sounds of gunfire were already echoing everywhere. Karl waited for the moment a sentry turret targeted one of his comrades and then concentrated his fire, destroying it. Unfortunately, the virtual reality system was an outdated version, so the energy gun’s power was weak. It took seven shots to destroy a turret that should have been destroyed in three or four.
But what could he do? He had to clear this shitty exercise somehow.
Number 1, the proactive one, got hit by turret fire and was out. Karl, Number 2, seized the opportunity and took command.
“Confirm enemy positions—!”
Karl ordered Numbers 3 and 4 to mark enemy positions on the map. He checked the information and quickly plotted a safe route.
“Number 3, Number 4, follow me—!”
He crouched and moved quickly, keeping an eye on the locations of the turrets firing thick energy beams.
Karl briefly took cover behind a pillar, then quickly peeked out and efficiently destroyed the turret. He ordered Numbers 3 and 4 to move while he provided cover.
As they slowly advanced, they saw the bodies of fallen trainees. This team had been wiped out.
That’s what happens when you charge blindly.
Karl effectively used the holographic disruption function built into his energy gun.
But the problem was a long corridor with no cover. And there was a turret dedicated to guarding this area, making it extremely difficult to pass through. With luck, maybe one of the three could make it through.
So Karl went back and collected all the personal energy shields from the dead bodies. Their own shields had recharged somewhat in the meantime.
Each shield would only last for 2 or 3 seconds, but if they used them all and sprinted, they might be able to make it.
“Give me all your shields.”
“Why?”
“We have to run through this. No time to shoot.”
“Fuck, will that even work?”
“If it doesn’t, we’re dead.”
Numbers 3 and 4 cursed and handed their shields to Karl. He now had six shields. That gave them about 10 to 15 seconds.
“Let’s fucking run. If you fall behind, you’re dead. Got it?”
“Okay.”
The three of them took a deep breath. At Karl’s signal, they sprinted down the long corridor.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
More beams hit their shields than expected. There must have been hidden turrets.
Fuck…!
One shield was gone as soon as they started running. Karl, ever resourceful, activated the holographic device on his energy gun and tossed it upwards. The concentrated fire momentarily dispersed. It only bought them 2 or 3 seconds, but that was enough to save their lives.
The three of them ran like hell.
The fourth shield was gone. They were halfway there.
If he had the Ion Buster, he could cover this distance in an instant, but unfortunately, he couldn’t use it in virtual reality.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck—.
The fifth shield shattered, leaving only one.
As the last shield’s energy depleted, exposing them to the barrage, Karl threw himself forward. The other two followed, but Number 4 was hit in the chest and died.
“Gasp, gasp.”
Numbers 2 and 3 barely survived, making it through the turret zone. They were out of shields and energy, but making it through was all that mattered.
And they were the only team to clear the simulation. Everyone else had died. Or rather, no other team had even attempted to cross the corridor.
The marksmanship instructor showered the two survivors with praise. He seemed surprised that someone had cleared it on the first day.
“You’re amazing.”
Number 3, his comrade, also praised Karl.
Karl, already famous, now had a reputation for skill as well.
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