SYNO Chapter 42

His penis slowly and languidly filled Ssangryeong. Pulling back almost completely, he thrust in again, burying himself deep inside.

“Ugh, fuck…”

Another knock echoed from the door, but Pienne remained unfazed.

So this was the perspective of a man in power. The absolute certainty that the door wouldn’t open was astonishing.

From Ssangryeong’s perspective, having constantly lived in fear of pursuers bursting in when he least expected it, the calmness was unnerving. He couldn’t help but feel anxious about when the door might open.

Ssangryeong tried to suppress his moans, but the more he did, the more relentlessly Pienne moved, as if deliberately tormenting him to make him cry out.

The thick cock that had pulled back slammed back inside. At the same time, Pienne sucked hard on Ssangryeong’s neck. Ssangryeong, almost losing himself in the overwhelming pleasure, managed to speak.

“Don’t…do that…hngh! What if…haa…we’re caught…!”

Pienne gently kissed his collarbone.

“Well, I’ll just say Ssangryeong seduced me.”

His tone was completely devoid of concern. Pienne’s characteristic nonchalance reassured him, yet it also fueled his frustration.

As Pienne led him to the cot and lifted him onto it, continuing to thrust into him, all thoughts of shame and humiliation had vanished in Ssangryeong’s mind.

Consumed by the constant stimulation, Ssangryeong grabbed his own cock with trembling hands. The dizzying pleasure of Pienne hitting his prostate, combined with the familiar sensation of masturbation, made him think foolishly that he could die happy right now.

Pienne’s blue eyes stared intently at Ssangryeong, as if memorizing him. Ssangryeong, head thrown back, mindlessly stroking his own cock, was the very picture of pure sexual temptation.

Slap! Slap! 

Every time Ssangryeong’s head hit the cot, Pienne thrust harder. Ssangryeong’s pupils dilated.

“Haa, fuck… Ha!”

Ssangryeong’s flushed body and face glistened with sweat and saliva. Then, he came, his release spurting out in rapid succession.

As Ssangryeong’s body trembled, his eyes unfocused, Pienne thrust deep inside, burying himself to the root.

Even after coming, the pleasure didn’t stop, and Ssangryeong cried out.

“Haa, f-fuck… Stop…! Ugh…”

Hot tears streamed down his temples. It was the first time he had experienced tears not from sadness or frustration, but from sheer pleasure.

Had this Commander built all those muscles just for moments like this? His entire body was tossed around with each powerful thrust.

Pienne gently kissed Ssangryeong’s lips, as if to soothe him. He pulled Ssangryeong on top of him and began to move his hips, albeit at a slower pace than before.

“Hngh, you bast— Ah!”

Ssangryeong, collapsing against Pienne’s shoulder, then bouncing back up, inadvertently met his eyes.

Pienne’s face was flushed, his composure broken. It was a surprisingly novel sight to see the usually stoic man consumed by lust.

Then, Pienne frowned. At the same time, Ssangryeong felt a warm liquid spreading inside him. Pienne had already come once during sex, so this was his second time…

Two orgasms in a row? It was a waste of energy for someone who claimed to live a principled life.

“You crazy…bastard…”

Ssangryeong, completely drained, collapsed onto Pienne’s chest.

They had been entangled for so long, fucking, kissing, and with Pienne cumming twice, surely the weakness on his Object must have faded somewhat by now.

It had to.

Only then could he justify the frantic sex with Pienne, as if there were no tomorrow.

Ssangryeong’s eyelids fluttered closed. As he felt a hand stroking his hair, he lost consciousness, Pienne’s cock still buried inside him.

Pienne remained motionless for a long time, watching Ssangryeong’s limp body. His broad chest rose and fell heavily.

He stared at Ssangryeong’s thin back, faintly visible in the reflection of the glass ceiling light. He looked frail and weak, like a newborn calf.

His elegant fingers lightly traced Ssangryeong’s bony ribs, as if playing a keyboard.

…Had he pushed him too hard?

Ssangryeong’s body looked like it would break if they had sex two more times.

Then, the man gently laid Ssangryeong down on the cot and stood up. Pienne frowned, looking at his own cock as he pulled out, which had hardened again despite having just come.

“Haa…”

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“Hey, Bormann. Where are you going? We need to go to the control room.”

Bormann, hurrying somewhere, was stopped. He froze for a moment, then saluted sharply and replied.

“I’ll be there after a quick trip to the restroom. You go ahead, Lieutenant!”

“Man, you seem to have bladder problems. Every time I ask, you’re going to the restroom.”

“It’s a genetic thing… Haha.”

“Hurry back. I’ll be up there.”

“Yes, sir!”

Bormann slowly lowered his arm after another crisp salute. Completely erasing his awkward expression, he resumed walking towards his actual destination.

He entered the engine room, which was soundproofed to block the noise of the machinery. He held a communication device the size of his thumb that could send messages without a signal or battery.

Lowering his head, he spoke in a low voice.

“Are you there? I have an urgent report.”

―I’m incredibly busy right now. Make it quick. If it’s another trivial matter, you’re dead.

“Reporting. An unknown official boarded the Seifer 11. They say he’s supposedly the newly appointed secretary, but… no one on the warship has seen his face before, so I thought I should report it.”

―…An unknown face?

“Yes.”

―What do you mean?

“I’m considering two possibilities. First, Commander Pienne has undisclosed, covert personnel. In this case, it could be assumed that the Commander is forming an organization outside the military. Or perhaps he’s using illicit methods to maintain his candidacy.”

—…Are you saying that Commander is violating military law?

“It’s just a possibility.”

―…Continue.

“Second, there’s a possibility that this newly appointed secretary isn’t from the Home Nation.”

―What…? You mean he’s from the Dependent Nation?

“This is also just a possibility, so please take it with a grain of salt. I’ve been keeping an eye on the Commander’s personnel during my stay in the Dependent Nation, but I’ve never seen this secretary before. For someone of Captain rank, it’s strange that I wouldn’t know him, and it’s also odd that he suddenly appeared in that position.”

―That’s preposterous. How can you be sure Pienne hasn’t received emergency personnel from the Home Nation without your knowledge? This is Pienne de Laviste we’re talking about. Would that rigid, upright man appoint someone from the Dependent Nation as his secretary? Especially so openly, in front of everyone? The Commander has a lot to lose. He’s too obsessive to do something so reckless. And what use would he have for those beggars from the Dependent Nation? Those uneducated fools.

“…Yes, it seems unlikely to me as well. I can’t possibly know every single person working for Commander Pienne.”

―Dammit, you know that, so why are you even bringing this up wasting my time with this? Don’t you have anything better to do?

“I apologize. But if there’s even a one percent chance of suspicion, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to consider it.”

―Haa… Look, I understand what you’re saying, but things are tense here in the Home Nation right now. Brigadier General Lucas has just returned. You’ll see when you arrive, but we’re in a state of emergency. Don’t waste my time with something that’s only a one percent possibility. I don’t have the time to listen.

“Yes, sir. But I couldn’t omit this from my report.”

―You inflexible bastard. Are you done?

“There’s just…something that bothers me…”

Bormann slowly raised his dark eyes.

“The newly appeared secretary seems… uneducated, like the kind of people we expect from the Dependent Nation. Rude, and lacking basic etiquette.”

―Ugh, this is frustrating. If he’s a secretary, he must be of Captain rank or higher, right? That means he’s several ranks above you! There are countless cases of superiors being rude and disrespectful to their subordinates, damn it. Prepare to write a disciplinary report when you get back to the Home Nation. I’m already swamped, and you just wasted five minutes of my time.

Click.

Bormann slowly blinked.

Well, it didn’t feel like that kind of rudeness.

Bormann opened the engine room door and stepped out, adjusting his cap.

He had infiltrated as a spy, but Commander Pienne’s daily life was so clean and impeccable that he hadn’t been able to dig up anything useful.

This secretary was the most suspicious person he had encountered since coming under Commander Pienne.

Bormann’s footsteps, heading towards the control room, stopped.

Speak of the devil.

The suspicious secretary was leaning against the railing, smoking a cigarette with a troubled expression.

Bormann stared intently at the man.