“These…” I muttered in disbelief as I turned my gaze back to Tanya.

She grinned and said, “Yes. Kronos Cells. Don’t worry about whether or not it’s okay for you to take them.”

I snorted and said, “I wouldn’t have let you leave with this box anyway… But regardless, I’m glad you handed it over willingly.”

She nodded in acknowledgement and said, “Consider it a down payment for your cooperation.”

“Very well,” I said acceptingly, “It’s in both of our interests to cooperate in this matter. As long as you adhere to the restrictions we negotiated earlier I will adhere to mine. Please keep in mind that I will call off the agreement the deal the moment our relationship becomes more harmful to me than helpful.”

“I can’t expect anything different,” said Tanya with a wry smile, “Though I must mention, there are things we can’t guarantee… What happens if something beyond our control happens?”

I pinched my chin contemplatively and ask, “What you mean to ask is ‘What happens if everyone follows the rules but a third party interferes?’… right?”

Tanya just nodded solemnly in response.

“Should something like that happen…” I trailed off contemplatively, “Well, assuming everyone who was actually part of the agreement upheld the terms of their inclusion, I’d be more than willing to shelter them – and their families – within my territory. On the off-chance that I manage to source samples of my own and provide equipment your team would be able to continue its study.”

Tanya’s eyes opened wide and she said, “You’d be willing to take them in?! And even accommodate their families at the same time?!”

I nodded and said, “It would likely be a downgrade in terms of living standards, but yes, if they’re willing to move over here they will be granted my personal protection. I will cover all their living necessities and provide a personal allowance in exchange for their work. Different terms can be negotiated at that time if someone has some personal or medical circumstances. Unfortunately, I must deny their family members eligibility for the Educational Exchange Initiative in order to avoid ransom and blackmail attempts.”

Tanya frowned and asked, “What’s this ‘Educational Exchange Initiative’ you mentioned?”

“Oh, right, I’ve yet to start it so it’s not known yet,” I said in realisation and prepared for a lengthy explanation, “Long story short; I plan to introduce an actual educational system in my territories. Residents will have access to recorded lessons from which they will be able to study. They’ll be able to take any lessons they want so long as they earn all the necessary qualifications; Every section of learning will have a test associated with it and when they pass any given test they will earn that qualification.

Courses will have two qualification lists to check; required levels and suggested levels. For example, if someone wanted to learn ‘Maths: Basic Operations 5’ then they would absolutely require something like ‘Maths(Arithmetic 2, Basic Operations 4, Geometry 3, Algebra 3) and English(Writing 1, Everyday Speaking 2)’ and be recommended to achieve something like ‘Maths(Arithmetic 4, Basic Operations 4, Geometry 4, Algebra 4) and English(Writing 3, Everyday Speaking 3, Academic Jargon 1)’ before taking up the course.

I can’t say for sure what the requirements will be or how the syllabus will be broken up; I’ll leave that to the educational professionals to figure out.

Anyway, from this, we will take note of any individuals with outstanding academic talent will be made note of and a select few will be sent to proper schooling outside of the district. This will be called the Educational Exchange Initiative.”

Tanya nodded with closed eyes as she absorbed the information, after a moment she looked up and said, “It’s a noble undertaking… and will be very difficult to pull off. I hope you manage to pull it off. You might even start to change the state of the slums. I doubt the guys up top will be happy about it though, most of them see the slums as a place to dump the unwanted; You’ll make a couple of enemies along the way, be prepared.”

“I will,” I said with a nod. After a moment of silence, I said, “So, when will we set up that interview?”

“While there should always be someone present, most of the team will be off-duty right now,” she said in thought, “I want as many people present as possible for the interview… The main shift should start in a few hours, we’ll do it in about five hours or so, that will give everyone time to arrive.”

“Make it six,” said Chesnokov, “It’ll take a while to set up the communication program. Also, I assume you use Log Terminals at your specific workstations?” Tanya nodded in confirmation and Chesnokov continued, “Good, I want a few details from you in order to set it up. First and foremost, I would like a general floor layout of your workstations. I want a terminal with at least two displays and a camera for this – preferably three, so please indicate which workstations have what. Lastly, I want login details… I could get it done without them, but my job would be much easier if you could do that for me.”

“Why do you need three screens?” I asked dubiously.

“I want to set up a mirror system on each side,” he replied.

“Mirror system?” questioned, still not knowing what he was talking about.

“Simply put, one of their screens will show what ours does one of our screens will show what theirs does,” he said plainly.

“Alright, I can already imagine the use of such a thing,” I said as pictured exchanging documents in such a way, “But what’s the third screen for?”

“That one is for the video call itself,” he said smugly.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Fair enough.”

“We can use my terminal,” said Tanya once we finished bantering, “I was just below the lead scientist; I was expected to make certain reports and so a high-grade camera was installed at my station. All the work stations have three retractable interfaces, and leadership positions like mine have an extra two – we’ll have five usable displays on that end.”

Chesnokov nodded and said, “That’ll work. I’ll start setting things up in here… Do you have a spare display module lying around? You’ve only got two here.”

“If you go out the door and turn left, the room at the end of the passage should have plenty,” I said, “Not sure what that room was meant for, but there are a lot of terminals set up in there.”

“It was probably some sort of digital processing or information control centre,” said Chesnokov as he made his way towards it, “I’ll call you guys when everything is ready.”

“Very well,” I said with a consenting nod as he stepped out the room. Turned back to Tanya and said, “We’ll meet here when he calls. You can get some rest in the infirmary until then.”

“Okay,” she replied softly. She started to turn towards the door but hesitated, after a moment of silence she turned back to me and softly said, “I’ve heard about you and… the maids…”

“Oh?” I said amusedly, “Are you interested?”

“… I’m not sure,” she said shyly and looked down, blushing strongly.

“When you aren’t drowning in painkillers, maybe,” I said suggestively, “Doing it with numb senses would defeat the point, right?”

“Actually… only local anaesthetics numb all the senses,” she muttered under her breath, “Painkillers dull only the pain… and not very effectively either.”

“So you are still feeling pain?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. She just nodded in return. Intrigued, I continued to ask, “But you can still experience other sensations?”

Again, she nodded to confirm my queries.

I grinned and said, “Well then, maybe this is as good a time as any… I’ll be extra gentle with you.”

Evidently not expecting this turn of events, Tanya started to panic. Her eyes darted around the room as she looked for an escape but occasionally stopped on me as she considered going for it. She sat there frozen with indecision.

I rose from my seat and walked sensually around the desk, eventually arriving behind her. I leant down and whispered sensually into her ear, “It’ll be a good way to pass the time… and to forget the pain…”

Her breaths grew shallow. Unfortunately, the cause was not arousal but fear. No matter, I can still use this.

I brought my arms around and gently rested my hands on her waist, softly squeezing as I whispered, “Are you interested? Don’t worry, you’re in good hands – there’s nothing to worry about so stop stressing; It doesn’t suit you.”

Tanya’s breathing became a little less shallow and she stopped fidgeting nervously. Good, that fear is more or less gone. I can’t hope to get rid of it entirely but this should be enough.

“Well then, let’s head over to my room for some privacy,” I whispered as I started moving my hands. I slowly slid one upwards to her meagre breast and the other down towards her hip. I should really have Grace get me started with Psionic electricity; the tingling sensation produced would really take this foreplay up a level.

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“N-No…” mumbled Tanya apprehensively, “Not your room…”

If she’s so against that particular fact, then I can’t help but have some fun. With a smirk I leant in close, letting my breath warm her ear as I teased her, “Not my room? My, my, what a pervert. To do it in the open… Well, if that’s what you want, I’ll happily oblige.” I gave her breast a gentle squeeze as I spoke.

Her breathing was once again becoming shallow, but this time it was accompanied by narrowing eyes and reddening cheeks instead. This was the right reaction; she was finally getting aroused. She’s still hesitant though, if I try to push the chair anywhere she’ll snap out of it. Then again, I’m not sure we’ll be going anywhere, I might just do it right here.

“I’m not a pervert,” she said quietly. It sounded she was trying to make a point but lost an internal war before opening her mouth.

“You’re not?” I asked sarcastically as I slipped my fingers into her work slacks and brushed her crotch. I pulled my now-wet hand out of her underwear and brought it in front of our faces, letting her absorb the sight of her own sexual fluids strung between my fingers for a few seconds before saying, “You certainly fooled me.”

I couldn’t actually feel how wet she was through my gauntlets, I just had to make a gamble based on the fact that her nipples poked through her shirt.

“That proves nothing!” she yelped in denial.

“Really?” I said playfully, “I’m pretty sure it proves you’re aroused.”

“Nothing is proven without three pieces of evidence!” she said indignantly, “Anything less and it is merely considered a hypothesis!”

“Three pieces of evidence, is it?” I mused as I let my hand continue raiding her panties, “Well, you’re wet, that’s one piece of evidence.”

She crossed her arms and huffed, turning away from me and refusing to speak. I figured playing on her own beliefs would be the best approach and continued to tease her like this.

Without giving Tanya any warning, I pinched her nipple hard with the hand that was already cupping her breast.

“Ha- nnnn!” The sound Tanya made started as a surprised gasp but ended in a suppressed moan.

“Second piece of evidence: Your nipples are erect,” I told her smugly.

She desperately started telling me off, “You’re-nnnn!” but was quickly interrupted by me twisting and rolling her nipple around between my fingers.

In the most suggestive voice I could muster, I whispered, “Third piece of evidence… You’re moaning. Conclusion: You are indeed aroused.”

Tanya opened her mouth as if to try to deny it, but surrendered after a few seconds and began to bask in the moment – evidently realising it was going to happen either way and deciding it was better to simply enjoy it rather than resisting to the very end.

I’m satisfied with her current state, time to change locations. While Tanya might be quite into the idea of doing it in the open and I have nothing against exhibiting myself, doing something like that would probably harm my public image and create more dissension would be undesirable. Unfortunately, I’m not sure how to relocate without losing the mood.

Fortunately, Dawn seemed to have found a solution by tapping into our bank of pillaged memories and shouted, <( I have a suggestion! *Whisper whisper whisper* )>

<< … Yes, that’ll work, it might even improve the mood. >> I responded happily as I envisioned it.

Enacting the plan immediately, I shifted to the side of Tanya’s wheelchair and dropped the arm support with one fluid motion. In her current state of having given up, Tanya was rather susceptible to my telepathic suggestions and subconsciously hooked her arms around my neck as per suggestion. The shift in positions naturally put my one arm behind her back, but I snaked it around torso further for good measure. I slipped one arm underneath her thighs and lifted her off the wheelchair.

I believe this was called the princess carry? There are a few differences from the standard form in consideration of the circumstances. Namely the fact that I’m supporting her by the mid-thigh rather than by the bend of her knees, this was done in consideration of her leg injuries. There is also the fact that I’m busy squeezing her tit, but that’s to be expected given the context.

“My room is not far,” I said with a grin.

She just nodded dazedly in return as I carried her to my room. The rest was the standard fair of me bringing her to the climax until an important fact slipped my mind…

“Aaaaahn!” moaned Tanya loudly as she climaxed.

<< Isn’t it a little early? I meant to keep her going for a little longer, so why? >> I wondered worriedly.

<( Look down. )> grunted Dawn with a hint of disgust and amusement.

<< Ah… >> I muttered in realisation as I noticed the problem.

Tanya, as it turns out, is a masochist. The moment I crawled on top of her she climaxed; her injured leg slipped my mind and I was now putting pressure on it.

I froze for a moment as I tried to comprehend this bizarre situation. In a daze, I pinched her nipple as hard as I could and gave a small tug before holding it in place. Tanya screamed and arched her back as she climaxed, even going into a series of spasms as she tried to move her injured leg.

I simply hovered above her and quietly watched as she orgasmed herself into oblivion by simply writhing underneath me. The sight was fascinating, to say the least, she fell unconscious with her eyes rolled back.

After staring at her for a few seconds in silence I heard a voice from the doorway, “Jeez, what a hardcore masochist... That said, I’m guessing she’s only discovering that now.”

I turned my head and found a maid leaning against the door frame coolly with crossed arms and legs. She seemed rather familiar but I couldn’t figure out why. I smiled at the intruder invitingly.

“I’m hurt, did you forget about our date?” she asked as she unwound her arms and legs and gave me an accusing glare.

She took two steps and tripped over her own feet, landing firmly on her face with her arms raised comically above her head. It was the moment that her face met the floor that I remembered who she was. This was the maid that put my outfit together, she was quite keen on spending a night in my bed – don’t think I ever got her name though. Luckily, she seemed to have been worried about that fact too.

“I didn’t have a chance to tell you last time, but I’m Lucy,” she said energetically after popping back onto her feet like a kid’s toy.

“Well then, Lucy, I’m sorry about the delay, a few urgent matters appeared,” I said with a small smile as I appraised her.

“And fucking some new arrival was more important than me?” she asked coldly.

“I had a limited window of opportunity, had I let it pass I probably wouldn’t have found another,” I said with a shrug.

She sighed defeatedly and said, “True, if you give them a chance to get their thoughts in order they’ll usually scold themselves and ward off any further approaches. Sometimes you’ve gotta show them the pleasures of the dark side before they even consider opening up to it. I suppose I can let it slide this time.”

Still feeling unsatisfied from the anticlimactic conclusion with Tanya, I smiled viciously and said, “So, would you be willing to have that date now? This one had a rather disappointing conclusion, despite how interesting the facts associated with that conclusion were.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not… Though I’d prefer not to do it in the same bed,” she said begrudgingly.

“Alright then,” I said, “Will the couch work for you?”

She grinned and said, “I’m game.”

I crawled off the bed and left Tanya behind me, approaching Lucy with a predatory grin. This will be my first time with a woman who reciprocates the experience and I’m eager to see what it feels like. While conquering the other maids did satisfy some part of me, none of those encounters quite measured up to the pleasure I felt when raping that man at the forward base.

Lucy flopped down on the couch with spread legs and said, “You know, you’ve done a surprisingly good job of corrupting the other maids, just earlier I caught two of them making out in the break room. I used to be the only lesbian but now they’re freakin’ everywhere! You gotta tell me how you do it.”

I smiled mischievously and said, “It’s a matter of circumstance I suppose. I’m the boss so not only is it impossible to say no, they probably also know that it’s a great idea to get into my good books. Those two facts make them willing to join me in bed, from there I’ve just got to make them reach a few climaxes to open them up to the idea of sleeping with women.”

“I see…” she murmured thoughtfully before a mischievous grin spread on her lips, “But don’t forget that I have years of experience under my belt, you have mere months – can you make me cum first?”

I scoffed at her challenge and returned a taunt of my own, “Years of experience? Time equates to neither quantity nor quality, in these ‘mere’ months I’ve been around I’ve slept with a different woman virtually every night, my quota should be nearing triple digits if not already in that realm! In comparison, how many women have you slept with over the years? Ten? Fifteen?”

She ground her teeth and said, “Fine, you’ve got me there, but…” her angry glare turned into an arrogant one as she said, “Of the women you’ve slept with, how many have returned the favour?”

I sighed knowing my loss and responded honestly as I sat down next to her, “None.”

“Then how can you expect to know as much as I do without having experienced it yourself?” she questioned smugly as she intentionally ignored my adventurous hands wrapping around her shoulders and sneaking into her dress.

I grinned as I realised she provided a point I could twist to my advantage, “You forget what I am, I can communicate telepathically so yes – I know instinctively what the other side is experiencing.”

She frowned and said, “But if I recall correctly you only unlocked your powers recently…”

I grinned and said, “I’m not referring to being a Psion. What I was referring to is something else entirely.”

Right after saying that, I realised that carelessly spreading the fact that I’m a Kronos Cell is probably a bad idea.

<< Shit. Dawn, you got something we can use as cover? >>

<( Just pretend you never said anything. She’ll dismiss the matter and move on. )>

<< I doubt she’ll be the last to question our obviously inhuman abilities, if we want to keep it hidden then we’ll need a cover regardless. Now would be a good time to test said cover. I doubt anyone else will simply let it end with “I was just joking, tehee~” in the future. >>

<( True… Yes, I have the perfect cover for us. It will even cover for our lack of common sense to a certain degree. )>

With that, the information was extracted from pillaged memory and added to my knowledge. The process felt like an epiphany. With the newly solidified knowledge, I faced the sceptical Lucy and said, “Have you ever heard of the ‘Hero’ phenomena?”

She tilted her head and asked, “You mean that whole thing where people appear with abilities that exceed their race’s limits or understanding?”

I nodded with false affirmation and said, “Yes. The basis of all fantasy stories. Of myth and legend. The origin of non-scientific terms such as ‘Ki’ and ‘Mana’. Those stories.”

“The last Hero appeared just over four hundred stellar years ago, that’s roughly five hundred Earth years ago if my maths is correct,” she mumbled.

“Four hundred and ninety-seven,” I supplemented nonchalantly as I gently squeezed her breast. After a moment of silence, I said, “Not all heroes are as good hearted as the name implies. In fact, the last ‘hero’ actually appeared a mere two hundred stellar years ago, but his name was struck from the records of heroes and he was labelled a warlord instead.”

“Ah, yes, Warlord Mulegnat, his tyranny put to an end by his own people,” muttered Lucy contemplatively, “The Stryfun suffered a lot under his reign, no wonder they turned on him. I always wondered how he became their king in the first place… So he was a Hero, huh…”

“Yes, he had hero abilities, though I’m not sure what they were,” I said leadingly. Once again, after a moment of silent contemplation, I said, “It’s odd isn’t it, in the history of the galaxy, heroes have always appeared at intervals of about a hundred stellar years. As sapient control of the galaxy expanded, so did the frequency of hero appearances increase – but never betraying the intervals. In fact, heroes appear – on average – at every second interval of a hundred years. This falls perfectly in line with the fact that the sapient races are capable of monitoring approximately half the galaxy. What happens to the other half? Are they forever lost? Do they simply not appear in the first place? Or do they simply slip under the radar from time to time?” I grinned at the implication of my words and let Lucy process it herself.

After a moment of thought, Lucy stiffened. She slowly turned to me and asked, “Are you possibly… a hero?”

“Maybe,” I said with a wink, “But now is not the time to worry about such things. We had something else in mind, right? Can you make me cum first?”