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Chapter 19 : Battle fuckup / Breakthrough

Standing there like a mannequin, Karl-Heinz was lost in thought of how to fulfill the given task of Tris to make good on his fuck up. Unhelpful as his game interface was, he got another pop up message informing him that the request is an official quest for him to complete. But the message was what unfroze him, as he cursed internally and his posture slumped down. “Yeah I can do that, what gun do you want and what position do you want to start in?”

“YEEeeeeeessssss” Tris hissed excitedly, making a fist-bump and hugging Karl´s head between her breasts again. “So gun´s I want what ever you can come up with, be it fast firing or firing big stuff! And if I can´t carry it I need to be able to take it with me, how every you might do that. Oh and this time you close the door and I start on top of you!” She rumbled on in a very cheery way, whilst carrying Karl-Heinz to the room she declared as the fuck room with Karl´s head still blinded by blue chest fur.

Karl regained his vision when he ended up back in his room, apparently the designated fuck room from not just Tris perspective, as he could see several pairs of eyes staring at him from outside the door. Lucky them, the room was empty on the inside, Laka and the fuck goblin Gohb leaving to do other things. The door into the room got closed fast and with so much enthusiasm that he feared for the loss of fingers and broken noses of the onlookers.

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One almost interrupted session of seed milking later, someone tried to search something or someone but failed to open the quickly “craft” skill lock secured door. Tris was very happy and grinning on the upper end of what her jaw could handle, Karl felt less shit as his pop up message confirmed the first fulfilling of the redemption quest. Karl also felt less shit because the enthusiasm of a plus 200kg murder fluff shark made of nothing but muscles and tits, left him a bit bruised, giving him another distraction to his self loathing trend.

Limping a little bit out of the room as he tried to get his legs to fully wake up again, after the last slightly to crazy sex position he was in with Tris, thanks to Karl-Heinz accidental mention of more than 3 possible sex positions being a thing. He went straight to the kitchen and drank the first stone bottle of water he saw, empty. Then he went ahead and started to stuff his face with a breakfast worth the gawking looks of Laka, Tris, Vaskra and the Kohb.

Karl-Heinz tried to make some small talk to lessen the awkwardness “How did the battle go in the end ? I didn´t yet hear what had happened up there.”

“Oh I squashed them flat! Your first gun is cool and shoots very long distances but they were to many to just pick them of with the gun, so I counter charged them! You should have seen there faces of pure horror. That was so worth it, but sadly not much of a work out as they didn´t try to fight back much and ended up surrendering. Oh and there was this one kill that I made that ...“ Tris was quicker and louder to answer Karl than the others could match.

To Karl the noise was bliss, it was kind of like a podcast and he didn´t need to watch adds to keep it going, just nod along and pay attention to the very excited and happy Cannidor. A Cannidor that was so over excited in sharing her feats and glory of battles that she ended up jumping from battle to charge to defense to war story without punctuation or pause.

Not wanting to be outdone, the others tried to chip in some of there own story's with mixed success as Tris really dominated the show in story quantity, quality and enthusiasm. The others story´s to often had sad connotations and red flags of untreated ptsd in them.

The Shark woman´s enthusiasm was so unstoppable that she ended up following Karl-Heinz around again as he went over to turning some of the rail-guns back into the tools they were before his conversion. He did manage to see that the inventory had increased yet again after the battle and promptly turned the surplus uniforms into pillows and blankets, the color patterns were a bit rag tag mixed, but they were all perfectly free of blood and people pieces thanks to his clean cheat skill.

During his current crafting exploits to make life more livable, Karl-Heinz manages to pick out how the battle last night had gone, even though the telling of that tale was not very chronological.

The Battle was just a skirmish of more deserters it seems, a few random wanderers saw the bunker and were trying to get there own group to overpower the current occupants for the much saver seeming home. The battle was fast as they all tried to mass charge a laser immune land shark twice or trice there height with only laser weapons and bayonets.

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Desperation let most of them hold on to there moral long enough for non of them to be able to flee, or so Sarsa seems to believe from what Tris was saying, while the rest were either quickly gored or are now captured and sitting outside in the rain.

It really took a while until the nugget of information that they now had prisoners outside, wiggle it´s way deeper into Karl´s distracted mind, but once it finally managed to penetrate he dropped what he was doing, namely being half finished with another patchwork of fabrics blanked. Then he rushed deeper into the bunker and hastily set up prison cells, being a bit skilled by now with his cheat ability, he dug out and reinforced 10 holding-cells in record time.

Trying to present his newest addition of rooms to Tris, he realizes that Tris walked away and now Laka is laying in a corner and watching him instead. “Oh … no boom no fun to watch it seems, no she most likely got better stuff to do than watch me all day” he mumbles to himself.

“Oh hubby don´t be that defeated, we all got things we need to do and as a Cannidor she got to make sure we are well defended and supplied.” Laka said whilst walking over to him and giving him a hug and quick kiss.

“Also Sarsa asked, if you could set up a proper storage room and workshop so that stuff could go somewhere better than the entry hall.” She continues and gently holds him close still.

In a half defeated, half submitting tone Karl answers “Yeah that makes sens.”

They both then walk into on of the first day mine-shafts and Karl starts to work away again, his mood doesn´t improve but it also doesn´t worsen. He lets himself get sucked into his work and over commits to the polish and perfection he wants from his task.

He gets interrupted from a wife informing him that supper is ready, whilst he was busy to try and construct a simplistic mil, he already had succeeded in making a drill a lathe lots of hand tools and massive storage spaces that could hold all forms of stuff in big pallet boxes or just on shelf's. He tried to make ice boxes but didn´t find a way to cool them. He also hadn´t managed to create electric motors, so the machines weren´t of much use yet.

Not being too engaged this time into his current activity, Karl manages to reach the table as it is being set instead of like last time when everything was just sorta waiting for him. The feeling of lust and longing aimed at him wasn´t any lesser still, he was the only dick in this Harem game he had seen so far, he is the player and he is getting a bit overwhelmed from the constant social interactions.

Karl-Heinz up until his relocation was a lonely and secluded man, and now he didn´t have a moment to himself for half a week straight since he went to sleep in Sarsa´s room after the battle, every other moment since then he was surrounded or submerged by his or random other women, all eager for his attention and seemingly even more eager for his joystick.

Not even on the loo he was left alone, the loo he had made was mostly a hole in a rock with a septic tank below, but still the watchdog on duty was waiting outside the door, often trying to get some small talk out of him.

The constant stress of trying to avoid his own issues, trying to be the best possible and deliver flawless work, the social stress of not truly knowing what the ones around him think and just going on random impulses, impulses that in the past have earned him many slaps to the face by being socially bad taste, was getting to him, really overflowing the damn. The damn he erected and reinforced in his mind over a decade now, to keep his mind in check, his emotions bottled up and his fingers to work away to get the paychecks flowing in.

The life just had to go onwards into the next year, the next month, the next week, the next day, the next hour. Slowly walk forward until the sweet hope of eventual happiness could be obtained or the bliss of dreamless nights reset his mood to a better position.

The flurry of women chatting and getting there lives organized, into more than just a childish short lived temperament in a tree house shack, until mommy or daddy army came to slap them back into line, at gun point as example for the other front line boots, came to a halt when they noticed Karl-Heinz, there sole reason for doing all this, to start crying steady slow rivers down his face. He was still moving as if he was perfectly fine, but the tears and expression betrayed the internal breakdown happening.

Karl wasn´t breaking down for the first time just now, the first time was a complete shit show when he was in school and a young kid, now though he had the required numbness and experience to soldier on even though his mind was self destructing and imploding. He knew his rational was now more pessimistic than what was survivable with a gun in reach, but he had no such weapon nor state of mind to create one at hand. As long as no one around him notices his shit show he can later go and get that happiness boost from having fun time with the next closest sex toy or woman near by.

´Yeah a sex toy would be a good idea, but fuuuuck I got no porn to fap with! I need porn to get hard and do it on my own in such a situation, so I did need to fuck with one of them again, at least they all got my taste of sexy body … unrealistic big, hehe. Why is life so shit again, Why can´t I just be left alone ?´ was Karl-Heinz thought process as mama Lopen did her job.

Laka walked up behind Karl and hugged the side of him with one arm, gently petting his head with the other hand, gently cooing and trying to make soothing noises and calming sweet nothing sayings. The rest of the women understood that this seemed to relax him and aid his rampaging affliction.

Half of the ones present suspected he got ptsd of some kind, most of the troops and themselves had that affliction, but his symptoms triggered at random and he was way to calm when he moved to still try and eat whilst half of his mouth was covered from a side hug. Non of them had any idea but they saw Laka take action and were now following her lead.

Soon all the woman who could engage in body contact were doing so, again restraining Karl-Heinz, but this time without him trying to break free, this time he was just relaxed to a point that there hugging was even keeping him from sagging down onto the floor and lay there as a sack of potato misery.

At this point Karl-Heinz just shut down completely. He gave up his self control and his quiet crying turned into full on audible sobbing. His mind went blank as his active thoughts escape his grasp, now was the moment of perfect meditation as his mind was empty and he could feel the deeper layers of himself. The deeper layers of depression, suppressed emotions and mental hell´s of his own making.

The rest of that day was a blur for Karl, he got carried of to the fuck room, which someone had granted with an inscription on the door, laid to bed on Laka and then he was covered in two of the smaller women, the Kohb and the Gohb, together with one of his newly made blankets. Then he was gently eased into sleep as the gentle dotting eased his flow of emotions down enough for exhaustion to take him to sleep.