After trying his best to settle the room down, the guy introduces himself.

''Good day, everyone. I am Z, the operation commander for the raid on gate B-95.'' Z begins. ''Right away, let's get to what we found after scouting the dimension beyond B-95.''

Following that, the screen turns on, displaying a scene seemingly from a post-apocalyptic world of a fiction work. Buildings are destroyed, plants take over the environment, and no human life can be seen.

''Based on current information, this world is a carbon copy of our world, but in the state of post-destruction.'' Z continues. ''Our scouts have only been able to find small, hostile specimens, but we believe they are just at the bottom of the food chain.''

On the screen, the previous video is replaced by images of what look like horribly mutated animals. Dark purple skin, red eyes, disturbingly misplaced body parts... No, they don't even bear any resemblance to an animal. Not even close.

Z then clarifies a bit more about the gate's environment before getting to the actual plan.

''We believe it would be best to establish a chain of bases growing from the gate to further solidify our defense over time, as well as create solid and sustainable resting places for hunters.''

Of course, no idiot would oppose this obviously effective plan. With the scale of the gate being so massive, it could take literal years to find the boss and defeat it. Z then talks some more about the plan, and after that is the questioning phase.

''Please keep it short, as any second now is very precious.''

Immediately, a woman raises her hand.

''I have a question.''

''Yes, Miss Jade Hawk.'' Z turns to her.

The woman points straight at our group. ''Those four newcomers I could understand, but why are we allowing those two milk-snorting kids in such an important operation?''

'Four newcomers' likely refers to me, Liana, Anna, and Sariel, and the other two are obviously Emy and Tina. Now, let's see... That's a valid concern, I suppose.

Although it doesn't seem like it, as I get pinned down and brutally bred every week, I am this group's leader. And as the group leader, I naturally speak up.

''They are strong enough to qualify. Simple as that.''

''And how do we know that?'' The woman frowns. ''In the first place, I don't trust elves with their trifling bows.''

''That's a you problem. Bows are valid if one knows how to utilize them.''

I don't use bows because I have guns, and I can't use them due to physical limitations anyway. The bowstring will slice off half of my boobs before I get to hit my target. That's just the sad reality of having huge honkers.

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As the woman keeps annoyingly targeting us, I eventually run out of patience.

''Could you shut the fuck up?'' I glare at her. ''Come fight me if you have a problem.''

That immediately shuts her up, and with no further questions arising, we can finally go into the gate. Moving from the HQ to the gate is easy enough because they are not far away, and most groups of hunters have some kind of mobility boost skill going on anyway.

Standing before B-95, we once again marvel at its ridiculous size.

It is quite exciting to have something I can test my babies on, but I do hope we can have some real privacy in there for our intimate times. They can get real wild and loud at times, so.

But I guess we can get back anytime, duh.

Upon moving into the giant gate with a few hundred hunters, we are immediately greeted with a rather fresh breath of air. And looking around...

I especially love gates after getting to know them, and one big reason is the environments they offer. I'm a total sucker for dicks, music, stories, and scenery. Gates offer a wide variety of the last one, so.

Back to the topic. This scene is straight out of a manga or something; I love it.

Now, I see they've already built a contemporary shelter nearby, so according to the plan, some will remain to help upgrade it, and others will form groups to clear out the surrounding areas. They have already given us each a communicator, so it should be safer.

''I'm going to make a kitchen space.'' Emy speaks up.

''Oh, okay.'' I reply. ''Bring someone with you, then. Just to be sure.''

''I'll go with her.'' Liana says.

''Alright. We'll go scouting, then.''

I'm quite surprised Liana doesn't want to go fight monsters with us. Maybe she just wants to spend time with Emy, in which case I welcome it, or maybe she isn't interested in those small fries they showed.

Nevertheless, we, together with many others, begin to roam the city.

''Oh, there it is.''

BANG—!!

With a simple .50 caliber bullet to its head, the dog-sized creature that just creeped out of the nearby building is promptly blown back, dead.

I'm trying to get back to the basics here, using the desert eagle instead of bigger guns.

Things like this one do pop up from time to time, but considering the large area, I think they're quite scarce. I wonder what happened here in the first place.

''Right, Sylvia.''

Suddenly, Anna speaks up.

''Hm?''

''When would you make me the Barrett again?''

Crap. I forgot about it for a while.

''Sorry, I've been busy with other things... Can't we just have the government give you one? I'll make you a real one once we get outside.''

In response to that, Anna's cheeks inflate, her tail wagging side to side annoyedly.

''But I want you to make it for me...'' She says

''Alright, alright.'' I hurriedly reply and grab her hand. ''I'll make it a priority, and I'll even compensate you with some... Really, really special things soon, hm?''

When I whisper the last part into her ear, Anna gets extremely excited.

That's right, you should be excited, Anna... Because we're going beyond a normal NTR play next time~!

Looking to the side, I see Tina laughing softly. A glint of insidiousness can be seen in her eyes. Even Sariel, the master of NTR, who basically cucked all of my fiancés, seems quite amused by this.

I remember when I asked her just how many fetishes she saw in her long sex life, and she listed a bunch of the more obscure ones that even I, the hentai master, had never heard of. Among those, she said NTR, whether the cucking or being cucked, was rather prevalent.

I think there are actual terms for them from Japan, but do they have a term or explanation for my kind of NTR, then? Cause I love seeing Anna getting all desperate because others steal me from her—quite a lot, really.

...Is it just a cheating tendency? Am I becoming a scumbag...?

With such profound questions punching at my brain, I, along with my loves and one lizard, continue on my way when suddenly, someone from the communicator reports an anomaly.