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LNELIAW - Case 192: The B-95 gate incident – An anti-material rifle and an NTR offer for valentine.
🕑 Added 2024-02-13 11:43:33 +0000 UTCCategorically, the Barrett is an AMR. Anti-material rifle.
It is designed for use against military equipment, structures, etc. Because of this, it is chambered in with the beefy fifty-caliber rounds for maximum destruction and penetration.
Though, in the case of me using it to shoot literal missiles and laser-beaming opponents with miracle energy-filled diamond bullets, things like round sizes don't exactly matter anymore.
So why don't I use a more compact and easy-to-handle rifle?
These things are cool as hell, that's why. Holding a fifty-cal for me is like holding a majestic cock. I'll never get tired of those mesmerizing things.
Nevertheless, Anna said she wanted the Barrett, so I'll make her one. I'll make two, actually. I want to shoot as well, and they would be like our matched items or something. Perfect.
Now, cooking one of these up should only take about half an hour for me right now, especially when I have the literal power to create anything after absorbing tanks of that holy nectar. Just generate the parts, and...
''...''
...Can't I just generate the whole gun in one go?
I immediately facepalm at the sudden realization. Apparently, I've been injecting stupid juice into my brain all along.
''Hah...''
Now, I don't think straight-up asking for a gun would work. Divine energy is weird. It is not at all omnipotent, but instead... How do I say this... It's like, half omnipotent. I don't know what I'm saying, either.
Nevertheless, I close my eyes and begin to construct the gun in my head. I already have the blueprints for it memorized. Using all three of my brain cells, I generate each part of the gun and assemble them into a 3D model of sorts. Slowly and carefully.
Shit. This is harder than I thought.
As the operation goes on, I can feel the burden on my little semen-coated brain grow heavier and heavier. After God knows how long, the model is finally completed.
''Ugh...''
For the actual product, I export that model out into a shape by pouring divine energy from my hands, akin to pouring resin into a mold. I want to open my eyes to look, but I don't want to break the image...
Eventually, when it is finally finished, I lift my eyelids once again.
''Oh...''
It actually came out pretty nicely.
So I grab the gun and begin to disassemble it, then assemble it again. Bolt, no problem. This is perfectly fine!
''Hell yeah...!''
It feels like I'm finally somewhat of a goddess. I can create things from nowhere like this...
In a spree of excitement, I make another Barrett without proper rest, leading to me almost passing out when it is done.
''Heh...''
But I'm satisfied with these. So good.
When I finish checking the guns and do some decorative jobs on them, it is already nighttime, and my party all comes back from a long day of hunting.
So I wait until the next day, which, coincidentally, is three days before Valentine's Day.
I intend to cuck Anna some days after Valentine's, treating that process as a present. I guess I'll just say it when I give her the gun.
Having decided so, I call her over, and now we're alone on an abandoned building's rooftop.
''Anna.'' I smile at the cat girl. ''I have a present for you.''
As though sensing it with her unnatural intuition, Anna widens her eyes in excitement.
''You mean the Barrett...!'' She grabs my shoulder, tail standing.
''Heh, I actually finished it yesterday.''
So I pull out two Barretts from my space bag and put them on a blanket. Anna immediately kneels down and inspects them almost religiously.
''You made two... This one is mine, right?''
She points to the gun with an orange plushie keychain of herself attached to the stock of it, to which I nod.
I said 'decorative works' before, but it's simply put on a keychain. Anything other than that, especially coloring the gun, will make it look like a toy. I don't like that.
So I just made plushies instead.
''Hey, Sylvia.''
''Hm?''
''Can we swap guns?''
''Why? You don't like that one?''
''No, I want your plushie on my gun...''
Looking at a shy Anna, I immediately grab my heart. Not like I can feel it through these giant fat pockets.
''Ugh...!''
This girl is too precious...!
It almost feels too much to cuck her sometimes, I swear.
Nevertheless, I quickly agree to swap out weapons. Then, we lie down side to side, shooting some rounds for testing.
BOOM—!! BOOM—!! BOOM—!!
Damn. This thing is quite insane, huh...
I've always thought I would be fine with bolt-action rifles since I can bolt using telekinesis with the shooting speed being the same as a semi-automatic, and it is, but this is just... Different.
Not having to worry about bolting every time does increase my concentration. I think I can speed-shoot really damn well with this baby.
After dumping dozens of mags, we finally sit up and take a brief break.
''Hah... That was so fun!'' Anna cheerfully exclaims.
''Yeah, it's better than I thought.'' I reply.
Suddenly, Anna leans closer to me and presses her lips onto mine.
''I love you.'' She says.
''Me too.'' I get my arms behind her waist.
''You're planning something, aren't you?''
''You feel it?''
''Yeah. I can tell it will be special.''
''It will indeed be, darling.''
''Tell me.''
After planning my words a bit, I speak up.
''Anna, let me ask you this. Are you a masochist cuck?''
Anna immediately blushes. She looks down a bit, her tail wagging, then looks up at me.
''Yes...'' She whispers. ''Why do you ask...?
''Just wanted to confirm.'' I shrug. ''So, Anna. Say... Isn't it getting stale by now?''
''What do you mean?''
''Watching me have raw sex with the other three. Even with Sariel.''
''T-That...'' Anna trails off, blinking repeatedly.
''I understand. Everything will eventually get old if we abuse it too much.''
''...Sylvia. What are you trying to get to?'' Anna's face turns a bit serious, as if sensing the bomb I'm about to drop.
So I lick my lips seductively and smile at her. ''Do you remember the woman who scolded us at the briefing?''
Anna's cute eyebrows furrow. ''...Yes. What about her?''
''She actually found out about our channel.'' I whisper. ''She wanted to bed me the other day, screwing me up with her thing and all that.''
''Sylvia, you...!''
''Shh, calm down.'' I put my index finger on her lips. ''I got permission already. They won't care if I screw around a bit.''
''Really...??''
''Of course. They treat me like a sex toy, you know. No serious feelings for a sex toy.''
''That...''
Anna appears to be stunned, and rightfully so. She shuts her eyes and frowns heavily, computing the offer.
''It will all depend on you, my little cuck.'' I continue whispering. ''Imagine a stranger like that woman, whose real name I don't even know, whose scent I am not familiar with... Screwing me up in the most intimate positions possible... Ah...''
gulp—!
''I-I...''
Evident in her monstrous thing standing proudly for the wrong reason, Anna is already extremely aroused by the scenario. I, meanwhile, just stroke her back gently, waiting for her to give me an answer.
After an excruciatingly long while, she finally speaks up.
''D-Did you really get permission...?''
''Yes. You can confirm it with them.''
''H-How...''
I know. It's confusing because Tina and Liana will never allow something like this, and I know they won't, but Anna has no idea what she has gotten into.
''Just try it once, Anna. It'll be my Valentine's present for you this year. A nice and consented real cuck ♥.''
''But... But you'll never be the same after it...''
Hmm... That mentality is valid, I suppose.
''It's basically the same thing as what happened with Sariel.'' I sigh lightly. ''You were so excited back then, remember?''
Even right now, Anna's preferred partner to fuck me is still Sariel. 'Cause I cum the most with her, and that makes Anna aroused.
''...''
''...''
''I...'' Anna bites her lower lip, her hands choking her penis in frustration. ''...Alright.''
''Fufu, I see, I see.'' I reply happily.
The plan has been approved! Let's go!
''Look forward to seeing me with that woman, Anna. You can even masturbate while imagining it right now.''
''No, but...''
''Try it. Imagine me kissing her cock.''
''Ugh...!''
Too hot to handle, huh.
Well, I just hope she won't find out the truth with that broken-ass intuition.
