Kaiju Slaying For Death And Profit Ch 36

Good evening y'all.
I was able to finish the chapter. I will say, oof, today was hard.
I'm not the strongest or fastest out there. But if there is one thing I can often have confidence in, it is my endurance.
Said endurance simply was not there today.
I have done the best I can to catch any mistakes, but I honestly am not certain I managed.
Still, I hope you lot find the chapter interesting, and hopefully entertaining.
Also, warning, this chapter opens with The Sex. So keep that in mind when you choose where/when to read it.
Yeah that's all I got. Drop me a comment, yadda yadda. And lemme know in the 15/11 writing update y'all's thoughts on that proposed what if story/omake for this story.
Here is chapter, lemme know if you liked. Or don't.
But I'd appreciate it if you did.
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I shuddered as I pulled down on Maya’s hips, her moans music to my ears as her cunt massaged my dick from base to tip, making me come into the condom.
“I can feel you, twitching inside me, Mr. Shinji.” Maya gasped, grinding against me as her channel milked my dick inside her. As soon as my climax ended and I began to soften inside her, Maya climbed off me, took off the condom, then took me into her mouth, bobbing her head and sucking, making me shudder at the sensation. Nursing my cock until it was back to full mast.
The instant I was back in action, she slipped another condom onto me, and unceremoniously impaled herself on my cock, bouncing happily and presenting her tits for my enjoyment.
An invitation I happily took by sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. My hands running over her flushed flesh and enjoying the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her body.
An exhausted Rei lay against me on the bed, absently caressing one of Maya’s calves and enjoying the show the bouncing woman put on as she all but presented herself, alternating between bouncing energetically and grinding against me.
As it turned out, ovulation made Maya extra horny, the usually docile and submissive woman becoming far bolder and more demanding. Which, all things considered? Awesome.
Maya slammed herself down and came hard, an exhausted whimper escaping her, then a hiss as I sucked harder on her nipple. She whimpered as she trembled through her climax before collapsing bonelessly forward and wriggling her hips as best she could while whining. “Moooooore.”
I popped off her tit with a growled, “Horny brat.” And turned us over, pulling her ankles up and resting them on my shoulder and fucked her with abandon to her very vocal delight.
A delight that was soon muffled as Rei sat on her face, her hands kneading the older woman’s tits. Undeterred, Maya gripped Rei’s slender thighs, then did her level best to scoop out all of my semen currently filling the blue haired girl’s quim.
The sight drove me to slam into Maya with bruising force as Rei arched her back under Maya’s ministrations.
Under my current pace and with such a lovely sight in front of me, it wasn’t long before I thrust forward so hard that I lifted Maya’s hips off the bed as I came, her channel drinking me greedily, her body shuddering in seeming disappointment at being denied my seed.
Overall, great way to end a brutal day of tests at NERV.
After I withdrew from Maya, Rei quickly and efficiently took off my condom and sucked me into her mouth, her head bobbing with enthusiasm and her tongue moving with admirable expertise until I was once again rock hard.
She then slipped another condom on me and spread Maya’s lips, presenting the woman’s drooling pussy like a gift.
With a growl, I took hold of Maya’s ankles, spread her legs, and hilted myself inside her quim, leaning down and taking one of Rei’s pert nipples into my mouth.
Yeah, there was still the last Angel to deal with, and stopping the Third Impact. SEELE’s sudden but inevitable betrayal. Whatever Gendo is going to try that will fail because Rei is mine.
The task was daunting, but in truth, it really shouldn’t be that complicated.
So I figured it wasn’t bad to relax a bit every now and then.
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“Status report on the Children?” Distractedly asked Sumire Takaheshi, reading the same line on the book he’d been reading for the last thirty minutes.
[The First and Third Children are at the Third’s residence, he seems to have calmed down significantly ever since he got a Guardian.] Takahiko said.
[Have you looked at his Guardian? What I wouldn’t give for some cohabitation with that catch.] Chikashi said with a leer evident in his voice.
[Gross.] Hana cut in. [We have them under enough surveillance to know that nothing is going on.]
[A man can dream.] Chikashi said.
“Cut the chatter.” Takaheshi cut in before the argument could pick up steam. “What about the others?”
[The Second is still at the Fifth’s home, playing video games.] Hana answered.
[The Sixth is at the kitchen again.] Chikashi answered disinterestedly.
“Really? That’s what, three nights in a row?”
[And he spent his day off walking animals from the shelter.]
Takaheshi scowled. “That’s a very sudden and significant change to his usual routine.”
[His routine used to be staying in his room and doing nothing so. Big improvement there.] Chikashi said. [Sure, now we have to deal with the occasional stalker but, eh, worthwhile trade-off. The kid should enjoy his youth.]
[Nothing says youth like volunteering at a soup kitchen?]
[Exactly.]
“It’s weird.” Takaheshi muttered, and wrote a report on the Children, paying special attention to the Sixth’s change in attitude and priorities. Then spoke into the communicator. “Continue surveillance.”
Takaheshi later placed his report in a plastic cylinder and dropped it at the usual dead drop hidden behind the apple-flavored drink dispenser, ensuring that his mysterious untraceable tax-free bonus would continue to reach him, and thought no more of it.
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Kazue Emiko bought an apple-flavored drink, she had grown rather fond of it over the months, at first she had thought that Pilot 01’s demand for the drink was just him being childish, but now she was glad of it.
She also used well-practiced sleight of hand to replace the package in the hidden dead drop behind the machine, with one that had been handed to her by her senpai at the Club.
Mr. Shinji had a lot of things working against him while he tried to save the world. Emiko was just an archivist, she couldn’t save the world like he could.
But to quote the man himself. ‘The Spirit of Humanity is Indomitable; all is possible so long as you give me your support.’
So long as Emiko and those like her did their part, Mr. Shinji would make sure it all worked out!
She dropped off her pilfered prize at the usual spot, at the fake plant in the crossroad hallway that led to cryogenics and skipped down the other hallway on her way to the archives.
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Akitake Hidehiko picked up the plastic cylinder at the cult’s dead drop.
It had been surprisingly difficult to ingratiate himself to the cult enough to be trusted to be a mule, but ultimately worthwhile.
The cult had members on just about every level of NERV staff, not only that, but they had started branching out into the general public.
Hidehiko could sympathize with them, he really could. The Angels trying to cause Third Impact were terrifying. But he knew better than to put his hopes on the messianic delusions of one ornery Pilot.
Yes, he had proven to be effective at killing the Angels. But Hidehiko had been shown the goals of the Human Instrumentality Project. He fought not for the survival of Mankind, but to usher forth the next step of Human Evolution.
Once the Human Instrumentality Committee was done, they would all become as Gods.
A cult that worshipped the status quo could not be allowed to sabotage so lofty a goal.
He dropped a doctored report at the designated drop point for the cult and took the plastic cylinder to the true dead drop. He then went on to fulfill the night shift at accounting. Secure in the knowledge that he had done what was needful to see Humanity reach the next step in its evolution.
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Daishi Eisen watched as Akitake walked away.
He was ashamed that Akitake had managed to fool him completely. Were it not for Aika Kaede’s insight, Akitake’s infiltration would have gone completely unremarked.
He quickly took the plastic cylinder that Akitake had dropped off and walked swiftly away.
By their count, not counting themselves, there were at least two factions keeping a close eye on Mr. Shinji and the Pilots, perhaps three. As far as people smarter than Eisen could determine, two of the possible three factions had designs on the Pilots that were not benevolent.
Taking into consideration that the only things that stood between humanity and the Third Impact were the Pilots, that meant that it was his solemn duty to make certain that whatever nefarious plot was trying to affect them was thwarted.
The Club kept track of several informants throughout NERV, as well as the ones who had infiltrated the Club.
Eisen had been all for teaching them a lesson, but more intelligent minds than him had seen fit to instead use them, intercepting whatever reports they were trying to send out, as well as falsifying as many reports as possible. The less accurate information whoever controlled them had, the better.
Or so Eisen had been told, truth be told, he wasn’t exactly the smartest. He was a security officer, not an egghead or one of the many nerds at NERV.
Then again, those nerds made the giant robots that were killing the monsters trying to end the world, far more useful than a meathead like him that was only good with a truncheon and a gun.
He kept the cylinder with him, leaving NERV with it in his pocket after his shift ended.
It stayed in his pocket while he had a few drinks at his favorite bar. He thought nothing of it when a man who was far too drunk for his own good bumped into him, apologizing profusely and staggering on his way.
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Atsuya Gakuto continued to pretend to stagger on his way. He somewhat resented having had to upend a can of Boa on his head to better sell the image of a blind drunk staggering around, but needs must for the mission.
The UN did not have nearly enough assets inside NERV to maintain a clear picture of the many things going on in there. They were dependent on scraps of information that could be retrieved from the few assets they’d been able to isolate outside the organization’s premises.
Some in the UN, himself included, could feel in their bones that something about the organization did not add up. But they were largely powerless to pin down the details of how exactly to dig into the organization and bring their excesses to light.
The fact that they had so far been the only thing that could stop an Angel had not made things any easier.
NERV was necessary, of that there was no doubt.
But, maybe, just maybe, if they could intercept enough of these clandestine reports, their analysts would be able to paint enough of a picture of what was going on to safeguard the future.
The only warning he received was the slight crunch of tires on asphalt.
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The small cylinder with the hastily written report changed hands sixteen more times.
The squabble to retain mastery of the small plastic cylinder resulted in the spilling of eighteen and a half liters of blood, the rupturing of six internal organs, the expenditure of twelve hollow point bullets, and the ruining of three vehicles.
Somewhere, the twelve most powerful men in the world spoke in absolute certainty of their privacy. One among them, Monolith 07, received the contents of that small plastic cylinder, as well as the contents of three fakes that had been set to masquerade as the genuine article.
[Every day we receive more counterfeits and misinformation.]
[Our moles in NERV whose reports can be trusted dwindle by the day.]
[Has there been any progress in rooting out The Organization?]
[None, we had reason to believe that the cult forming around Pilot 01 was it, but they do not have the capability to modify the Positron Cannon to achieve the effect we witnessed.]
[How could any organization hide so well from the sight of SEELE?]
[Perhaps it is time we take the gloves off? We know the location of one of their operatives.]
[And be left without Pilot 01 at the coming moment of crisis? Do not be a fool.]
[We control the last Angel. We have no more need for an ornery tool that bites back every time we wield it.]
[Do we? You have access to the same reports I do.]
[So the Fifteenth has been spending time feeding the homeless. What does that matter?]
[It matters you simpleton, because it is a severe deviation from previous behavioral patterns! All of our plans, all of our assurances to fulfill the prophecies of the Dead Sea Scrolls hinge upon our ability to predict its actions. Can any of us say we predicted it would, of all things, volunteer at a soup kitchen!?]
[While there is cause for concern, I do not believe th—]
[Concern!? Concern is what we should have had before Ikari’s son formed a cult around himself! Concern is what we should have had before Unit 01 attained an Angel’s Core! Concern is what we should have had before the Fifteenth’s behavioral pattern changed drastically! We are far past the point of mere concern!]
[We cannot move yet. We have neither the Evangelions nor the Pilots needed for the ritual.]
[How close are we to be able to move ahead with Instrumentality?]
[And assure success? We require at the very least four more months.]
[Don’t be absurd! The Evangelions will be ready in two!]
[Of course you ignoramus! But the Pilots—!]
[Enough.]
The word that cut the debate was uttered with deep fatigue. An exhaustion that they could all feel dragging at their ancient, weary bones.
[The best-case scenario is no longer feasible.]
[But—!]
[We shall move forward with contingency forty-two.]
[Our predictions show that utilizing unwilling subjects in the ritual—!]
[Our hand has been forced.] The First among them stated, cutting out all possibility of denial. [If it were only one setback, then we could proceed with caution. But it is not. Between Unit 01 partially ascending, our moles being compromised, circumstances necessitating the loss of trust in Ikari, and now the Fifteenth’s behavioral pattern changing so drastically. We cannot afford to be overly careful.
[Fortune favors the bold, gentlemen. We have coddled the Sacrifices long enough; Prepare the racks. We activate the Fifteenth in six weeks. In eight, we become Gods.]
In the truest fashion of all Compromises, nobody involved in that meeting left it happy. But they all left it approximately equally unhappily.
Such is the nature of humanity.