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Kaiju Slaying For Death And Profit Ch 29
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 01:22:32 +0000 UTCChapter 29, where we see the series of events that led to the situation we glimpsed last chapter.
Howdy y'all, hope you've had a good weekend.
Sorry for the silence, work was...urg, and next week isn't looking much better honestly.
It doesn't help that the first half of this chapter fought me something fierce.
This chapter was an attempt to follow the Evangelion tradition of 'show something happened, then show how everyone got to that situation,' but in written form. Hopefully you lot will enjoy it.
Warning, this chapter contains 'the sex' and not the 'they kissed with pants on and the screen faded to black' sex, so keep that in mind when you choose a location to read it.
With that said, hope you like it, please drop me a comment.
Edit: it was brought to my attention that the original chapter did not meet Patreon guidelines, it has been edited to change that. If you'd like to see the unedited version, feel free to send me a message, we'll get it figured out.
Edit 2: lol, this actually got released from chapter jail literally less than five minutes after I made my other post. Whoda thunk. Attachment added. We'll see how that goes.
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THREE WEEKS AGO
[You will explain yourself and your actions to this august body!] Snarled Monoloth 04. [Two Pilots incapacitated, one of them the ace, with likely permanent debilitating brain damage! The prototype portable nuclear reactor burnt out! Two Evangelions requiring extensive surgery and refit to be rid of corrupted parts! The Spear of Longinus lost!]
[You will explain yourself forthwith, Ikari.] Monoloith 02 demanded in a quiet, emotionless tone that indicated much more danger than 04’s passionate rage.
Fuyutsuki felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, and did not dare wipe it away.
Gendo sat, his brow dry, his back straight, his hands clasped in front of him. Outwardly calm.
He took a deep breath, and as he released it, his back bowed, his shoulders hunched, and his head drooped. “I cannot explain myself satisfactorily. This failure was caused by my weakness.”
The silence that followed in the conference room was deafening. It was all Fuyutsuki could do to maintain his mask.
Just before the silence would have stretched too long, Gendo continued. “When I saw Unit 01 falter. When I saw the Corruption Index rising. When I saw Pilot Ik-My son’s vitals plummeting…I-” He took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes with a white-gloved hand. “I had to. I thought I was stronger than this, but I wasn’t. This body has my apologies, and if it desires it, my resignation.”
The quiet reined for a while before the uproar began.
Two out of the fifteen called for Gendo’s head.
Four screamed that the former two did not understand the importance of family.
Five were unsure. The other four bided their time with silence.
It was quite a while before order, or at least silence, was reestablished.
SEELE deliberated Ikari Gendo’s fate seemingly in silence, before Monolith 05 spoke. [Your failure was indeed monumental, but several members of this body understand your circumstances. It would be difficult to let go of one’s legacy, as that will be denied to each of us once we become immortal. While this failure is potentially catastrophic, it is also, notably, your first of this magnitude. As such, this body will not demand your resignation, Director Ikari.]
Monolith 01 continued in a warning growl. [But do not mistake this for mercy or forgiveness. We may understand the reason behind your actions, but it remains true that this setback puts the ultimate effort at severe risk of failure. See that you do not commit another such failure, you do not want to face the wrath of this body.]
Gendo bowed where he sat. “You have my most sincere gratitude and apologies.”
Between one breath and the next, SEELE disconnected.
Neither Gendo nor Fuyutsuki dared speak until they were several floors away from the meeting room.
Fuyutsuki sighed, the release of tension nearly sending him to his knees as he leaned on the wall of the elevator. “How did they buy that coming from you of all people?”
“It lets them believe they have another handle, another hook with which to control me.” Gendo stated, his hands clasped at the small of his back. “Not to mention, it sounds plausible enough to be believed. It helped that we were successful in our efforts to control the narrative.”
They rode in silence for some time before Fuyutsuki asked. “How much of what happened in there was an act?”
Gendo did not answer his question.
TWO WEEKS AGO
Nagisa Kaworu did not understand.
This was not unusual, there were many things he did not understand. Most of them about humans.
Most humans had an instinctive understanding of each other; with a mere look they often as not knew what another human was feeling and began feeling the same, or opposite thing themselves.
Except, of course, when they didn’t.
He found the lack of consistency quite vexing.
Then there was the embodiment of lack of consistency which currently most vexed him. Ikari Shinji, a young man who was the lynchpin of NERV’s defense against the Angels.
Horaki Hikari, a young woman, recently made a Pilot, one with one Angel kill under her belt (assisted by Asuka Langley Sohryu and under tutelage by Ikari Shinji). A Pilot he was sent explicitly to replace due to inconsistent and unacceptably poor Synchronization.
A young woman who, days before he arrived, managed to claw her way to ‘acceptable,’ thus remanding him to the title of ‘backup Pilot.’ His studies had shown that he should have been indignant, but hadn’t bothered because that would have been too much effort.
He did not understand. The trade had been a poor one.
Ikari Shinji had thrown himself against the Angel, and withstood a memetic assault for several minutes, if the interruptions of the Thirteenth’s song caused by pain were any indication, he had stepped into an unfamiliar battlefield and struck back at a being literally born to fight in that front.
Yes, he ultimately lost the battle, but if there were to be a rematch Kaworu could not help but wonder if the Thirteenth would manage to repeat the feat, so quick had been Ikari Shinji’s improvement in the unfamiliar battlefield.
Ikari Shinji, an objectively extraordinary example of Humanity.
Horaki Hikari, an objectively unextraordinary example of Humanity.
The loss of the former could spell disaster, none of the other Pilots could match his record. Only Kaworu could match his synchronization, and while Asuka Langley Sohryu was a graceful combatant, Kaworu doubted she was capable of matching Ikari Shinji’s ferocity and resilience. By his reckoning, had she been the one to battle the Thirteenth, her mind would have shattered. At best putting up cursory resistance before folding under the Thirteenth’s probing light.
In the short exposure Horaki Hikari had to the Thirteenth, Ikari Shinji had somehow deduced this. He had comprehended that the Thirteenth’s light shattered minds.
So why had he put himself at that risk? Had he thought he could withstand the Angel’s might without injury? Did he know he couldn’t? If so; why had he made that trade? His health and sound mind, for a Pilot who could at best accomplish a fraction of what he could?
Logic dictated that he should have sacrificed Horaki Hikari, make use of the information thus gained to make a more suitable strategy, then neutralize the Thirteenth.
The exact opposite of what Ikari Shinji had done.
His studies had shown a number of likely reasons for such an action. Human males had shown a proclivity to sacrifice their lives for a woman who carried or had carried a child of theirs, or that they believed to be theirs.
But the one he was in a relationship with was Ayanami Rei. And while Ayanami Rei had been involved in the battle against the Thirteenth, even being the one to deal the killing blow, she had not been the reason why Ikari Shinji put himself at risk.
Nagisa Kaworu did not understand.
And while Ikari Shinji had proven to be refreshingly straightforward once it was made obvious to him that he did not need to treat him as he did a baseline human, his current condition did not lend itself to answering Kaworu’s questions, as he had often done in the days preceding the arrival of the Thirteenth.
Still, there was one who might be able to answer some of his questions. The one who was, truly, most like him.
And not like him at all.
It was somewhat vexing that she had been correct when she told him she was not like him anymore.
Ikari Shinji seemed to have that effect.
Kaworu went to the room Shinji was being kept in, making sure to go when it was Ayanami Rei’s turn to watch over him, that duty being split between Ayanami Rei, Ibuki Maya, Sato Kaede and on occasion Asuka Langley Sohryu.
There had been more volunteers, but it had been deemed that had too many been allowed, it would have been disruptive to NERV standard operations.
He stood at the open door to Ikari Shinji’s room, not meeting the gaze that settled on Kaworu with the intensity of targeting lasers.
“Ayanami Rei. Can we talk?” He asked without inflection in his voice.
As Rei pondered, Shinji made a wordless rumbling growl, stopping only when Rei patted his thigh. Once she did that, he barked out a monosyllabic sound and began studying the room.
“Yes.” She answered quietly and walked closer to Kaworu, he stepped into the room but stopped a few meters short of entering Shinji’s Social Space. Likewise, Rei walked forward until she was just within Kaworu’s Social Space, both of them having taken Shinji’s lesson to heart. “What do you need?”
“I just want to know why.” Kaworu began, but found he wasn’t certain how to properly voice his question.
“Why what?” Rei asked as Kaworu looked for the right words.
He waved vaguely in Shinji’s direction. “Why this? It should be Horaki Hikari there, Shinji is objectively far too important to sacrifice for the sake of that Pilot. Had his superiors had their way, that’s exactly what would have happened. So why did he do what he did? Why risk ending up like this? I cannot understand.”
Rei looked at Shinji, his face a mask of concentration as he looked at them. “Because that’s who Shinji is.”
If he were speaking to someone else, Kaworu would frown. But the two of them did not need the spectacle. “That does not answer my question.”
“It does.” Rei said, turning back to him. “You just cannot understand the answer.”
“Then explain it in a way I would understand.” He pressed.
“Shinji has decided he will protect the lives of everyone in this city.” She said, once again turning to Shinji, her face taking a very human expression. “So, no matter what he says, no matter how much he grumbles. He will put himself at risk, to protect everyone and anyone he thinks deserves it. All while making those in charge think he is only doing it for a paycheck.”
“But…why?” Kaworu demanded. “What does he get out of it? What repayment is he expecting? He put the rest of the endeavor at NERV at risk for the sake of one single person. That’s highly illogical.”
Rei shrugged. “Logic doesn’t enter into it…or maybe it does. Just not a logic we can understand.”
“And as a result, NERV lost its best Pilot, for the sake of its worst.” Kaworu pressed. “How is that a good trade?”
“It’s not about trading.” Rei answered. “Shinji did it, because that’s who Shinji is. If he had taken what you are saying into consideration, then he wouldn’t be my Shinji.”
“But now your Shinji is lost.”
“He isn’t.” Rei said with complete conviction. “He will come back to me.”
Kaworu tilted his head. Could this be an ability of hers that differed from his? She was of Lillith, while he was a hybrid of Adam and Lillith. It stood to reason that what they could do would differ. “How can you be certain? I saw the medical reports.”
Rei turned to look Kaworu in the eye. “He has never failed me before. Even when I was sure that all was lost, that he was lost to me forever; He found a way to ignore the laws of thermodynamics so he could come back to me. This will be no different.”
“That’s illogical.” Kaworu stated.
“Perhaps so.” Rei said, then her lips quirked into a knowing smile. “Or perhaps, it is just logic you cannot understand.”
ONE WEEK AGO
“France, Germany, Spain, Italy…the whole of the United Nations has begun producing Evangelion.” Hyuga Makoto said, sitting on a bench at the GeoFront. “The facilities have been in construction for years, and they’ve incorporated all of our advancements in production of Evangelion parts, both biological and electronic. They’re unlikely to suffer the setbacks NERV did while developing the technology.”
Misato grunted and continued tossing bird feed at the pigeons. “But why? Do they think we’re about to be flooded with Angels? And where will they even find the Pilots? Who will train them?”
Makoto sighed. “About that.”
“What?”
He leaned back and looked at the enormous dome that comprised the ‘sky’ of the GeoFront. “Maya asked me to look into something. Miss Sohryu claims she wrote a manual on how to properly train Evangelion Pilots.”
“That would have been useful when trying to train Hikari, why didn’t she submit it for approval?” Misato asked.
“She did.” Makoto said. “Nine years ago.”
“What!?” She hissed.
“I was able to track down the paperwork. It was submitted to Gehirn and it started the review process, and that’s where it ends. There is nothing, not a single other mention of Miss Sohryu’s work. And if it had the lessons she taught Miss Horaki…”
“It stands to reason that anyone can use it to train a Pilot to, at the very least, adequacy.” Misato said slowly.
“Which would point to its loss not being accidental.” Makoto said.
“It’s sabotage.” Misato agreed. “Some group has been sabotaging the fight against the Angels from the get-go.”
“What I don’t understand is why?” Makoto asked. “There must be a reason! But for the life of me, I do not understand why anyone would risk literal extinction!”
Misato shook her head. “It’s all related.”
“Ma’am?”
“The lost training manual, the mass produced Evas, hell, maybe even the Seeker’s of Revelation. It’s all connected.” She said, suppressing the urge to begin pacing. Makoto remained thankfully quiet, letting her concentrate on working her way through her thoughts. “From the get-go, NERV has been sabotaged. Not enough to see us fail, no, but enough that we’ll be weakened. Imagine what would have happened if we didn’t have Shinji.”
Makoto scowled. “Assuming we’d survived at all…we’d have blown through our R&D budget to repair Tokyo-3, we might well have simply lost the entire city and been forced to relocate the HQ.”
“Exactly, with a little luck, we would be barely holding on, perhaps on our last wit, doing our best to scramble to prepare for the next Angel.”
“So…exactly what we’re doing right now?”
Misato rolled her eyes. “Yes, but from a worse position. We’d have less weapons, perhaps less Evas, our stronghold would be even more damaged, we’d have taken more casualties. If, after the last Angel had fallen, we were then forced to turn to a new threat, depleted, exhausted, barely holding on…”
Makoto’s eyes widened. “We’d be easy pickings.”
“The UN isn’t fighting the Angels.” Misato murmured, angrily tossing more bird feed at the swarming pigeons. “They’re fighting the next World War; they’ve been fighting it from the start.”
“What can we do?” Makoto asked, his hands balling up into fists.
Misato gave him a smile that she hoped hid her true feelings. “You let me worry about that. You just keep your head down, prepare for the next Angel, and keep me informed if you see anything strange. I’ll tell you your part of the plan when you need to know it.”
Makoto sighed. “Always two steps ahead, ma’am. Very well, you can count on me.”
“Thanks.” Misato answered and dropped her smile when he left.
Now to come up with an actual plan. After all, this wasn’t something she’d be able to solve by simply pointing Shinji at it and setting him loose.
TODAY
Rei was happy, and sad, and angry.
That was new.
Before her Shinji came, she’d struggled to recognize any one emotion from another, her world had been a grey thing, one that inflicted itself upon her.
But her Shinji had brought light, and with it, color. New thoughts and new sensations.
Before, she would have been content to merely die, to return to the warm nothing she vaguely recalled. To be forced to become another herself, as she’d already done once before.
But now, such was unconscionable.
Now, if she went back to the warm nothing, she’d not have her Shinji.
She wanted her Shinji.
Her belly warmed at the sight of him.
Her eyes itched to behold him.
Her hands burned to touch him.
Her mouth watered at the scent of him.
Her loins ached for him.
She had held herself back, out of fear that if she indulged, he’d be taken from her. It was paramount that her Shinji’s father believed she was still his doll.
How wrong she’d been.
Her nose wrinkled at the stink that reeked off her Shinji.
That Angel had soiled him. It had draped itself across him, sought to enter him, and though her Shinji had fought it, its stench remained.
She wanted to be rid of it, but she couldn’t. Not at NERV headquarters.
Which is why Rei had convinced Ritsuko that transferring to his apartment was her idea. From there, Ritsuko had made a very detailed report about how the more familiar surroundings might aid in his recovery.
It had not been too difficult to ensure that Maya was the one who was given guardianship over Shinji and her. Out of all those who helped, Maya had been the most devoted. She was the one most deserving of what Rei planned.
After all, she could wash away the stench that clung to her Shinji, but if she had the opportunity, why not replace it with a bouquet that was more pleasant?
Maya had been nervous at first, awkward, her attempts at conversation stilted. So, even though she felt impatient, Rei had bided her time, waited for the woman to lower her guard.
Now she sat at their table, attempting to compile a program on her laptop, wearing a shirt with a collar so loose Rei could see one strap of her bra, and shorts that left her lovely legs on display. Maya absently ate a potato chip as she worked, her determined gaze on her laptop’s screen.
Shinji had taken to walking around the apartment, checking the doors and windows as he did every day and night, but had retired to his room.
Rei used the remote Shinji had built for her, the one that overrode the feed on the hidden cameras, replacing what they saw with the routine of the last few days.
She walked to Maya, the older woman too engrossed in her work to notice her. Rei had pondered on how to go about this next part, her research showing many ways it could be accomplished. But she’d ultimately asked herself what Shinji would do and went with that.
Maya moaned into the kiss, her face bright red, squirming under Rei’s touch.
[The rest of the chapter has been removed, check elsewhere for the full thing or DM me and I'll get you squared away.]
NOW
Maya shivered beneath me, whimpering as she came again, her cunt milking my cock from base to tip as I once again filled her already stuffed cunt. I let go of her shoulder, her skin red with my bitemark. She really didn’t seem the type to get off on pain, it really is the quiet types you have to watch out for.
Maybe I should feel guiltier about having my way with her, but the damage was already done, she had made herself my woman forevermore, so now it fell to me to ensure she had a long, happy, fulfilling life.
Also dick her down but good.
I pulled out of her, Rei’s lips immediately closing around my softening member, her head bobbing eagerly up and down as her ‘cleanup’ very clearly was just a blowjob and an attempt to get me hard again.
And even though I didn’t have sexual calibration, I was in a young body and my Template granted me superhuman stamina, so it wasn’t long before mini-me was at full mast and ready for more. I lay Rei next to the prone Maya and thrust into her welcoming cunt.
“Well, I’m glad, nothing much happened, while I was indisposed.” I said between pants as I thrust repeatedly into her. The vague and extremely embarrassing memories of the last three weeks flashing through my mind as Rei had explained while I fucked Maya some more.
“I was, very worried, and lonely.” Rei said, running her hands and nails over my chest, the light scratches making me lose control momentarily and jackhammer into her for several strokes to her very vocal delight before I regained control. “Don’t you, ever leave me, alone again.”
I put her legs on my shoulders, then bent down until her face was pressed against my chest, making her groan as this position let me really press inside her. “I’ll do my best.” I grunted, increasing my pace, there was something about Rei’s cunt, it was nearly supernaturally good.
Probably the Angel part of her. Either that, or I was an idiot and imagining things.
Either way, I didn’t last very long, her coming and milking my cock sending me over the edge as I filled her.
Rather than cuddle, she once again pushed me back, took my cock in her mouth, and blew me until I was at full mast, then presented Maya’s quim as a prize, an invitation I didn’t ignore, filling the nearly insensate woman once again.
“Mister Shinji.” She moaned as I ground against her, enjoying her warmth and wetness.
I chuckled into her ear, turned her head roughly and kissed her. Her mouth tasted of potato chips and her own cunt, an interesting mixture, though not a wholly unpleasant one.
Starting tomorrow, I was going to have to make up for lost time, see what Gendo and SEELE had gotten up to, see about making certain everyone was prepared for the coming Angels, and a myriad of other things. For now?
Maya moaned, calling out my name as her cunt massaged me, hugging me tight when I drew back, then welcoming me home as I thrust in.
For now I would enjoy myself, the world could wait.
Comments
Santo
Glad you liked it! I still consider myself very much a beginner in the realm of writing sexy times. As to BJs under the desk, I wouldn't rule it COMPLETELY out, but also maybe don't hold your breath. I will hold to my stance that the sex must serve the story, not the other way around.
Deathknight134
Very nice chapter and thank you VERY MUCH for the Lemon!! It is Peak! 😩👌🏻 Considering things now..will there be BJs under the desk in the near future~? 😏
Santo
lol!
Sksk4128
Rei is not going to stop now, she knows backup is needed
