Kaiju Slaying For Death And Profit Ch 45
Good afternoon/evening.
Boy, this last week was rough. Didn't get much of a chance to write, but I was able to lock the hell in and got the thing done!
Whooo!
I am very tired.
Not gonna lie, I was very nervous about this chapter, how to write it, so on and so forth. But once I got to the part that made me nervous, the whole thing just flowed well, you know?
Anyways enough rambling, here is chapter, hope y'all enjoy.
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Asuka watched enraptured as Shinji folded Maya up in his arms, joined his hands on the back of her head, then, keeping her suspended above the floor, rapidly and forcefully fucked the older woman with such wild abandon that she could only whimper as her cunt gushed, Asuka and Rei catching the occasional droplet from their place on the bed. It should have been comical, but with the ease with which he handled Maya’s body, coupled with the lack of strain he showed at holding her off the ground while he ravished her, Asuka found it impressive almost against her will.
Asuka herself felt Shinji’s come leaking out of her while she tried to catch her breath. Rei lying in a twitching puddle next to her on the bed.
Over the last couple of weeks, she’d begun spending her afternoon and early evening in Shinji’s apartment, using Misato’s apartment mostly to sleep as the older woman spent more and more time at NERV. The days were downright blissful. With a routine that largely consisted of taking care of any homework with Shinji and Rei when they arrived from school. Chatting, watching movies or playing video games to relax. Then Shinji would bend either Rei or Asuka over a surface of his apartment and have his way with them, much to their delight.
The big oaf was also careful not to push Asuka to the point that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight…or at all. Whereas he pushed Rei much farther. Or at present as he was doing with Maya.
As Asuka watched the older woman shudder through another orgasm only to whimper as Shinji took that as an invitation to speed up, she doubted Maya would be able to walk for a good while.
It made Asuka feel left out, but such would remain necessary so long as she didn’t permanently move to stay with her boyfriend and…and girlfriends. And as much as Misato got on her nerves, Asuka was fairly certain she was one of the few things keeping the woman from committing suicide via alcohol poisoning.
Maya gasped and groaned as Shinji growled and pushed her down, impaling her on his member as he came deep inside her, her arms and legs twitching uselessly as Shinji’s hold on her body kept her almost immobile. Once again, Asuka was struck by a strange feeling, as just a few weeks before, she would have screamed from the top of her lungs that such a position was demeaning and that Maya should have pushed to be treated better, or with greater dignity.
Now her insides churned, instinctively gripping at the emptiness in her belly wishing to be filled. She watched enraptured as, after he finished filling the older woman and leaving hickeys and bite marks on her upper back, Shinji easily unbent Maya’s body and deposited the nearly insensate woman on the bed next to Rei, both their hands grasping blindly until they found each other, then held hands as they continued to try to catch their breath.
Some part of Asuka would have felt jealous if Shinji hadn’t walked up to her and presented his hanging cock, still slick with a mixture of his and Maya’s fluids. Not needing to be told, Asuka obediently kept eye contact as she took Shinji’s dick into her mouth and licked it clean, whimpering as in the process of that, it quickly grew to full mast under her ministrations, rapidly getting so large that Asuka couldn’t reach the base without gagging, unlike Rei and Maya, both of whom seemed to love pressing their noses into their boyfriend’s pubes and staying there for as long as possible.
Before she could try imitating them again, Shinji pulled her off his cock, made her crawl on the bed until she was looming over Rei, and unceremoniously sank inside her to the hilt in one firm stroke, almost making Asuka’s arms collapse as her eyes crossed.
The reason why he’d had her crawl over Rei became obvious as that little traitor smiled, and with the hand that wasn’t holding onto Maya’s, she reached up and began to play with Asuka’s clit while her lips clamped around one of Asuka’s hanging and swaying breasts.
Maya merely smiled and, much like Asuka earlier, settled in to enjoy the show while she tried to recover.
Shinji’s seemingly careless hammering jolted her body forward, forcing her to push back and meet his thrusts partway. Asuka wanted nothing more than for her current…this, to never change.
Maybe she should get permission to spend a whole weekend here. She really wanted to try some of the things that Shinji did to Maya and Rei, and she certainly wouldn’t be walking home after those.
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Maya hummed contentedly as she typed away at her station.
Never would she have imagined that her current situation would ever happen. She was one of the smartest women on Earth, her salary made certain she was also one of the wealthiest…well, at least before the budget cuts. Point being, for the longest time, Ibuki Maya had been far too busy doing her part to save the world to ever bother thinking about romance.
Yes, she’d had a few people she fancied, Ritsuko being among that number before Maya learned the woman’s…proclivities. But she’d certainly never seen herself as the type that would happily submit to a man, then share her lover with another girl, let alone two!
However, the inclusion of Asuka to Mister Shinji’s lovers had been a boon in more ways than one. It was certainly easier to bear the burden of slaking Mister Shinji’s lust with another girl present to share that load. But the main benefit was that Asuka’s temperament had improved a lot; she was a lot less prickly, significantly less vainglorious, and even her synchronization tests had improved markedly.
The rumor mill was abuzz with the ways Azuka had changed, though most of the female staff had easily picked up on the girl’s tells and simply knew that she was getting laid, attributing Asuka’s earlier attitude to being a hormonal, horny, sexually-frustrated teenager.
That was uncalled for in Maya’s personal opinion. Asuka’s issues ran far deeper than merely needing to get laid, though that had certainly played a part. Over the time that she’d become one of Mr. Shinji’s girls, Maya had had the privilege to witness Asuka at her most vulnerable. Where all the masks and pretenses fell away and only the girl’s heart remained…seen through a filter of blushing sweaty skin and tearful eyes.
There was a deep pit of pain and need in that girl, a pit that Maya, Rei, and Mister Shinji had slowly begun to fill with love and affection.
And sex. The sex being incredible was definitely a plus, in Maya’s humble opinion.
A part of her felt that she owed Hana an apology. Maya had given the other woman quite a bit of grief over being ‘proper,’ yet Maya was the one in a relationship with a young man and two girls that were several years her juniors. Happily spreading her legs for him and for the two younger women when they but asked.
Thinking on it…Maya had become by far the most debauched of her friends.
Huh…
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Well, so long as that was the case, Mister Shinji was still a little too much with only three ladies. So maybe she could get Kaede to join them? She had mentioned that she liked her men big, brawny, and feisty, and Mister Shinji thought she was cute, an assessment that Maya agreed with.
“Hey, Ibuki.” Aoba said, snapping her out of her thoughts as to what Kaede’s face would look like while Mister Shinji made love to her.
“Yeah?” She asked.
“What do you think will happen, to NERV, I mean.” He said, causing Hyuga to stop working and turn to them. “We’re working on a shoestring budget. It won’t be long before things start failing due to lack of maintenance. The Evas are still a money black hole. And there’s been no further word on the Instrumentality Project.”
“Where are you going with this?” Hyuga asked after Aoba trailed off.
“Just wondering.” Aoba said slowly. “I would have thought that we’d be disbanded by now. It’s been weeks since the last Angel fell. There should no longer be any incentive to keep NERV going, we were always meant to be around only so long as the Angel threat remained. But as I said, it’s been weeks, and we’re still here.”
“There must still be a threat.” Maya said with conviction, making her two coworkers turn to look at her. “There is no other logical reason, NERV has not received the order to stand down, because there is still a threat to humanity that has yet to be dealt with.” She turned back to her station. “We just need to be ready to deal with that threat, whatever form it may take.”
“I wish I had your optimism in our fearless leaders’ goals.” Aoba said with a sigh. “It would be nice if he were around to ask him, but he hasn’t made an appearance at the Command Room all week.”
Maya giggled. It was easy to be optimistic when it was Mister Shinji that she put her faith in. He hadn’t let her down so far, and she knew in the deepest recesses of her heart, that so long as she continued to support him to the best of her ability, he never would.
“Someone stop him!” Came the shout from far below. Maya smiled, stood, and walked to the edge of the wall, looking down to enjoy the show.
“Woop woop woop woop woop!” Mister Shinji said as he ran in a really weird manner, caps and berets stacked perilously high on his head as he ran away from a full squad of the Order of Judas who chased him through the Command Room.
“Oh hey, it’s only the third time this week.” Aoba said, watching as Mister Shinji weaved and dodged gracefully through the Command Room, knocking over no coffee mugs, banging against no chairs, and tripping nobody over. Gaining significant distance from the mercenaries as they were forced to slow their progress to a crawl to manage the same. “They improved pretty quickly.”
Maya felt her smile widen as Mister Shinji did some unusually acrobatic things, even pausing to pose or laugh maniacally to give the mercenaries time to almost catch up before running off again.
“Is that a smile I see on your face, Ibuki?” Hyuga asked teasingly. “What would those poor mercenaries think? You are the one they call to corral him, you know. If they see you enjoying his antics they’ll fall into despair.”
Maya scoffed and stuck her tongue out at him.
She would go take Mister Shinji to task eventually, can’t have people think she was going too soft on him, a part of her wondered if the only reason she was allowed to be his ‘guardian’ was that she was one of the few people who could publicly tell him to stop doing something and he’d actually listen. It did a lot to spark the rumor mill, half the rumors were that she was spreading her legs for him and that’s why he listened to what she said, the other half were that Maya was secretly a draconian disciplinarian, and that was why he listened to her. Maya felt that anyone with two neurons to rub together would realize that anyone who actually tried the second approach would not get very far with Mister Shinji.
That said, the first rumor, while closer to the truth, was far off the mark. Mister Shinji did as she said during the day, because he cared for her. Maya was certain that some people would think otherwise, that it was purely because of their physical relationship. But those people would be wrong.
With one final fading “Woooooooooop!” Mister Shinji ran out of the Command Room, the mercenaries hot on his trail, though fairly far from his heels.
Maya giggled softly and went back to her seat. She’d let Mister Shinji have his fun while he could, something would come up eventually, something that made the mischievous Mister Shinji vanish like smoke in the wind, leaving only the Miracle Child, the one who would face down any and all threats to humanity, who no matter how many times he was knocked down, he always got back up swinging.
While she loved both versions of Mister Shinji, she rather enjoyed the Mister Shinji that loved pulling harmless pranks on NERV staff. She wished she could see that side of him more often.
That’s when the alarm rang out.
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“We need help recalibrating the Evas Ritsuko. We need some way to have a computer read brain inputs Ritsuko. The Magi are under attack by five of the Magi copies across the world Ritsuko.” Akagi Ritsuko grumbled as she typed at a speed that most would consider frantic, but she herself considered adequate. “There’s two Magi systems attacking from Germany Ritsuko, they’ve already cracked through the first six layers of security Ritsuko. We need to reinstate satellite communication Ritsuko. No we can’t just sever our connections to the outside world to stop this attack, figure something else out Ritsuko.”
Contrary to what most thought, the inside of the Magi supercomputer system was in actuality rather warm. It was kept between thirty-eight and thirty-nine degrees Celsius. The reason for this being that this was the optimal temperature for the human neural tissues that formed the basis of the computing core of the Magi.
All of which to say, she had been made to crawl on her hands and knees into the deepest recess of the Magi, an utter rat’s nest of cables and piping, with nothing to aid her except several laptops and cans of coffee, while it was literally hotter than balls.
At least she was made to work under these deplorable conditions in a one-piece bathing suit, she’d been busy working on Eva Unit 02’s cryogenic chamber, having needed to dive into the fluid to reach the part of the Eva that needed inspection. So while the bathing suit had ridden rather uncomfortably between her glutes, at least she wasn’t baking in her own clothing while working.
And to top things off, this would just be what was ‘expected’ of her.
So she took advantage of being in possibly the one place in all of this godforsaken location where she could be certain of her privacy to at the very least vent some of her frustrations. “What’s that? You’d like a reward Ritsuko? What could someone so intelligent and selfless possibly want? You are far too sophisticated for a candlelit dinner. God forbid you want to be pushed face-down into a bed and fucked like the bitch in heat that you are. No you’d need a man for that wouldn’t you? And you’ve literally lost all the men in your life to that doll.”
Her hands almost paused as thoughts of the doll inevitably brought back thoughts of her erstwhile assistant and protégé. Watching over her every movement like a hawk during every ‘official’ checkup of the doll. Her cheeks tingled with a phantom sensation every time Maya glared at her, but she’d been as good as her word and not told Shinji about Ritsuko’s…excessive testing.
The fact that the doll would go behind Maya’s back to get to the actually important procedures was no balm, as the uppity doll had informed her that she would tell Maya if Ritsuko ‘went too far.’
“Stupid, idiotic, moronic, self-absorbed...” Ritsuko maintained a steady stream of invectives that she dared not voice in front of the doll lest she get another visit from Maya. It was bad enough having to work with the woman, always getting those suspicious gazes where once there had been something near adoration…it had hurt.
It still hurt.
All over that damn sex doll.
She finished, hit ‘enter’ one last time, and watched with some satisfaction as the hack into the original Magi by five Magi systems was stopped in its tracks, the Danang Type B Firewall erected after that, securing their systems for at least the next sixty hours. More than enough time for her to devise something even better.
Because it didn’t matter that other lesser minds had copied her tools and machinery, they were not Agaki Ritsuko.
She leaned back, allowing the faint sound of cheering from the Control Room to reach her, deep in the guts of the Magi. And wondered why she even bothered.
After far too long spent thinking, Ritsuko came to the conclusion that she did it, because she was in too deep to stop now. Not the most inspiring answer, but good enough.
She started the arduous process of getting out along with all the equipment she’d brought that littered the inside of the Magi.
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“Up our standby level to two.” Misato ordered.
“Ma’am?” Hyuga asked.
“Hacking the Magi was round one.” She said with a shake of her head. “An attempt to lock us in our own base and take us out piecemeal. That didn’t work, but these people will not take no for an answer. All non-combat personnel are to head to secure locations. Security and the Order of Judas are to get ready to repel an assault. Account for all Pilots and scramble the Evas. And evacuate all civilians into the shelters.”
“But ma’am, Hikari still can’t synchronize with her Eva very well.” Ibuki protested.
“Doesn’t matter. Either she does, in which case we have an Evangelion ready for the defense, or she doesn’t, and is in the most secure location on the Geofront. Put her in the Eva and scramble her.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I see you’re taking care of things here.”
Misato turned around, scowling at the speaker. “Vice-Director Fuyutsuki.”
“Don’t mind me. I came to offer what aid I can, but I see you have things well under control.” Fuyutsuki said, looking over Aoba’s shoulder.
“Uh…ma’am? Tokyo-2 just issued a code A-801.” Hygua said.
“And that is?” She demanded.
“NERV has been stripped of all legal protections, control is now assumed by the Japanese government.” He explained. “We do not currently have the authority to move civilians into shelters.”
“Well screw the government!” Misato snapped. “Get all civilians to their designated shelters immediately!”
“Ma’am.”
Various screens along the radar wall turned to static.
“Radar stations eight through twelve have gone offline!” One of the technicians called. “We’re detecting multiple artillery regiments coming from the Goura Defense Line…they’re under attack!?”
“Radar station sixteen shows that they’re under bombardment from two tank battalions along their flank!” Called another. “We have several flights of VTOLs heading into the city, they’re under fire from their own forces!”
“They’re fighting each other?” Misato murmured.
“We…We have access to their communications?” Ibuki said suddenly, making Misato’s gaze snap to her.
“Explain!” She demanded.
“I…I’ve just been patched into their command circuit.” Ibuki said. “It’s a mess of contradictory orders…”
Misato held out her hand, and Ibuki obediently handed over her headset. She listened to several voices screaming about traitors, at least one scream about Revelation, something about a new world order, and at least one scream about becoming a god that ended in a gurgle.
Unfortunately, whoever was in charge in the field wasn’t an idiot and was starting the process of getting things under control. The words ‘kill them all’ did not bring Misato much peace of mind.
Can’t have that.
“Battle stations condition one!” Misato snapped. “Deploy all city defenses and weapons! Begin bombardment while they’re still confused!”
“Ma’am!?” Ibuki squawked. “But…But they’re humans!”
“They’re humans that literally just talked about how they’re here to kill everyone in NERV, deploy all defenses and weapons!”
“Ma’am!”
She stepped back, forcing herself not to micromanage her people. She very much wanted to bite her fingernail, but she had to show a strong front to prevent panic.
Tremors could be felt as more and more of the bombardment started to fall within Tokyo-3, reports of unconfirmed civilian casualties grating through Misato’s ears like glass.
“How can they be so cruel?” Ibuki whispered. “There are civilians in the city!”
“Enemy contact in the South Hub Station!” Shouted out Kaede. “Security claims contact with dozens of hostiles! More contact along East and North Hub Stations!”
“What about the Order of Judas!?”
“They’re engaging!”
She changed the Command Room screen to show security footage and saw the mixed forces of NERV security and the mercenaries she’d hired in fierce firefights against men in tactical gear with…were those G11s!?
Shit.
On the screen, she saw one of the enemy soldiers lift a shoulder-fired rocket launcher.
Double shit!
Before he could fire, he was torn apart by what looked like heavy machinegun fire. On the screen, a female form wearing ornate metal armor stepped into frame, firing the biggest gun that Misato had ever seen into the soldiers attempting to assault NERV, each and every round tearing through the best armor money could buy as if it were made of cardboard.
A sight that was repeated on several screens, figures standing next to men of the Order of Judas allowed Misato to see that they weren’t very large, their armor and weapons made them appear bulky, but those who had joined their side weren’t tall. Nonetheless, where they walked, the enemy died. Not only that, they didn’t bother taking cover as their armor was seemingly impervious to small arms fire.
“Why the frills?” Misato found herself asking, as her brain chose to focus on, of all things, the lacy frills that were attached to the plates of their shoulders, or the edges of the plate skirts they wore on their armor.
“What maid worth the title would be caught dead without her frills?” Demanded a woman’s voice right next to her, making her jump and aim her sidearm. A woman of a height with Misato stood there, her armor looked to be the same as the one worn by their mysterious benefactors on the screens, now she could see that the ornamentation on the armor were metal fleur-de-lis molded or welded onto the metal plates. And lastly, the whole ensemble did resemble a French maid outfit, if one made of metal and on the opposite side of the spectrum of what she’d grown used to seeing.
She was far more used to the fetish maid outfits like the one she kept in her closet and had worn for Kaji on special occasions, this looked like a proper maid outfit somehow transformed into power armor. And it was power armor, it whirred with the woman’s every movement.
The helmeted head, styled to look like the armor of a crusading knight turned to regard her, and she saw that the visor glowed with an eerie blue luminescence.
“Madam, do please put that away, an accidental discharge could very well cause a ricochet that could hurt someone.” The…power armored maid said.
Misato did not lower the gun, instead she demanded. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Virgo, the head maid of the Young Master. He has given us instructions to safeguard this location and its people, and as such, we shall do his bidding.” She said, bowing into a slight curtsey, lifting the armored skirt…thing as she did. “My presence here is to safeguard one of the Young Master’s ladies. If I may be excused.”
With that, not caring one whit about the barrel of the gun right by her head, she turned her back on Misato and walked until she was standing by Ibuki. Where she gave a deeper more elaborate courtesy, then folded her armored hands in front of her. “My lady, while I am here to ensure your safety, feel free to ask me for anything you require. If it is within reason and does not jeopardize your safety, I shall do my best to accommodate.”
Ibuki stared at the armored woman, her eyes very wide, her mouth flapping like a fish out of water. Her face turning steadily redder.
“Ibuki?” Hyuga asked.
“You had a combat maid and never told me?” Aoba asked.
“Who the hell is the Young Master?” Demanded Misato.
On the screen, in the view of one of the security cameras, a giant in drab green armor of a different make to the self-professed maid stepped into view, literally using a soldier in black armor as a club to beat other soldiers to death with.
And somehow, beyond the shadow of any doubt, Misato knew that this was all somehow Shinji’s doing.
…
“Wait, what did you say Ibuki was?”
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