Debut: Scouting
Her soft voice was enjoyable to hear. It made Phesx Caolia look a little down at her lips. The redhead smirked a bit, just enough to look charming. Phesx Caolia affirmatively nodded, “Yes. Do you want to, now?”
“Heheh, I thought you didn't want to.” The redhead said, making Phesx Caolia blink his eyes. After blinking them again, exasperated, he pinched her waist and added, “To stretch. Stretching. I'll instruct you.”
“Okay! Hmm…” The redhead let her waist be held by Phesx Caolia’s pinching hands. She looked directly at him with a relaxed, thin smile and smiley eyes. Seemingly thinking of something, she stepped backwards once before comparing her height with his, her hands moved from her forehead to his.
“Look, I think… If I was your age, I…” the redhead bent her knees and crouched until her face was at Phesx Caolia’s stomach level. “Should have been this small! Would you have noticed me more then? Hmm? Eh~?”
“Miss Priscila, you are a very beautiful person. The height wouldn’t have mattered, I’m sure you know this.” Phesx Caolia said, rubbing his yolks on her exposed, soft skin at her sides. Priscila smiled and insisted, softly saying, “But it would’ve been more attractive to you, right?”
“Okay, yes… pu.” Phesx Caolia embarrassingly said, pushing air out of his pressed lips, towards the middle, at the end of his words. Hearing his words caused Priscila to lift her chin proudly. Then, she narrowed her eyes when hearing that typical habit of his lips.
“Let’s go, then.” Priscila grabbed his left wrist with her right hand and led Phesx Caolia elsewhere. If Phesx Caolia hadn’t gone to some campfires at night, pulled over by the stronger Paul every time. He wouldn’t know what a scenery like this of a woman pulling a man from the front in the dark could mean in other situations.
After arriving at a free spot, with no one around, Phesx Caolia began instructing Priscila. He first made circles with his head, before continuing with his feet, arms, waist, and finally his feet. With his hands at his waist, Phesx Caolia observed Priscila, who has more time in the army and should be better than Phesx Caolia at anything. It was just that she didn’t stretch as much or as daily and heavily as he did.
When he began stretching his arms, Priscila asked him to hold her waist, which he did as her form was detrimental. From then on, whenever she bent, or whenever her body wouldn’t hit Phesx Caolia, she’d make him get glued to her back, front, or sides.
Thus, holding her waist, or legs, Phesx Caolia stuck that ‘oh, I’m a man’ part of his body as he finally grew to that age. Her waist was simply good to hold onto, be it his hands, fingers, or arms. Her butt leaned towards ‘small’, but it was very well-defined, and his thighs and groin approved.
Sticking his waist as she did the same towards each other was a little uncomfortable, but with time, he grew used to it. Then, with Priscila’s kittenish smile in between, Phesx Caolia no longer cared about what she thought of his body up against her.
Afterwards, Phesx Caolia instructed Priscila on legs stretching, something simple. She had awful balance, of course, so Phesx Caolia had to be her wall so she could bend her knees up her waist, to her chest.
A little while later, Phesx Caolia directly hugged her and felt her well-defined, proportioned body. She wasn’t voluptuous, but one could take several handfuls here and there.
Despite Priscila looking at Phesx Caolia all the time, casually, indifferently, neutral or flirty, she did listen well to her instructor. Of course, she also had experience of difficult positions her body had to change to.
At last, they were finishing stretching after an hour, nearly at 6 AM, when a few lights began lighting up. Phesx Caolia could also hear a few loud noises run across the dormitories area. Priscila didn’t seem to hear them as her back and bum rested on his front.
Both were standing and gasping. As time passed, Phesx Caolia increased the different stretching he would do, as well as the time spent on each set. He was only sweating and slightly left without breath, but Priscila was all wet from warm sweat and gasping for any bit of air she could suck into her lungs.
Phesx Caolia returned his attention to his expertly apprentice, not noticing he was leaning his chin on her left shoulder, and that she was looking at him. Phesx Caolia felt comfortable and kinda roguish, so he didn’t move his head away. At last, she smiled before voicing, softly and weakly, “Have you ever kissed before?”
“Mm.” Phesx Caolia thought for a bit, about to say no, when he remembered his silly childhood and popularity with the ‘girls’. He nodded and politely asked in return, “Have you?”
Priscila humorously chuckled in silence, smiling dashingly with those red lips, sweaty and meaty, twisting. “To those that treat me well, and whom is not my first time with. But you’ll be completely different.”
“Eh…” Phesx Caolia speechlessly exclaimed. Then, he tilted his head, knocking hers gently before asking again. “Have you ever fallen with any of the soldiers visiting the household?”
“Nah… Kitty, I’m, uh, a-romantic. Aromantic.” Priscila casually shrugged her shoulders. Then, she pinched the tip of his nose, let go, and said. “We are more alike than you and I thought, hm.”
“I see,” Phesx Caolia said before retracting his head. However, he rubbed her tummy and sides with his palms before Priscila turned around. With some of the camp’s lights in the early morning, he could now see the beauty before him.
Her appearance was now perfect for anyone to see and identify. She had creamy bronze-milk skin, dull red hair, striking and always beautiful. Big, clear, sepia brown eyes, and freckles on her cheeks.
“It’s better to enjoy it all on the moment it happens, no teasing, or taste beforehand!” Priscila put on a mature expression and crossed her arms, taking a stance against him. Phesx Caolia blinked and tilted his head to the right, “I wasn’t insinuating something.”
“Oh. Were you admiring my beauty again? Look all you want,” Priscila blinked and said, spreading her arms before resting them at the sides and sticking her chest out. At some point, she suddenly lowered her sports bra’s left side, flashing him.
“Okay, let’s go. We need a shower,” Priscila said, locking Phesx Caolia’s neck with her left arm. Phesx Caolia grunted before nodding. As they walked, and the sunlight began descending on them through the trees’ leaves, hill walls, and tall vegetation, they chatted.
“By the way, I heard Paul talk about something regarding… taking you out somewhere. Have you two kissed? Fucked? Hey, don’t leave me out, wuuu…”
“What? No. What are-… gasp.” Phesx Caolia frowned, thinking this fucker was shitting with him. But then, he realized something and widened his eyes. Still, it was too calm from what Priscila wanted to see in his reaction. She tsked and said, “Oi. Reward me for being such a good older sister, aight? I’m coming with you two, after all. Oh, and clean that ass. We don’t need some bugs tagging along. They aren’t an extra weapon, eh.”
“You always touch my butt…” Phesx Caolia complained. She smiled and stepped forward quickly, teasing him with her ass. Her eyes seemed to say, ‘come and get it, then’. Phesx Caolia never moved forth whenever the kittens dared him, but this time…
“Ooh! Gasp. Was that a squeeze? Wait, how are you so… nice with those hands? You’re always just stretching, and it’s not like you’re big.” Priscila said tons of shit before Phesx Caolia had enough, “Shut up! Let’s go.”
. . .
3 days later.
Phesx Caolia checked his military bag, with his rifle strapped towards his right arm. It was the exact same model he used when the civil war just started, but good, and not malfunctioning. He also had 2 pistols, a small type near the right side of his waist, and a medium type nearer to his right foot on the inner side, hidden by his boot.
It wasn’t that the rifle he took from that Prei soldier was shit. Those rifles are good for immediate, close, and slightly long distances. It can fire to a maximum efficient range of about 220 meters, but it has a rather beneficial property when using it nearly at melee.
When firing it, it has the same potency and ‘effect’ on personnel that a shotgun would, practically destroying half or a third of a person’s body without any equipment on. This would make the bullet lose its momentum past 200 meters, letting it keep whatever remained rapidly dissipate.
The bullets would act like paper planes suddenly ‘walling’ downwards from a fast, steep, and sharp decline around 250-260 meters. Either way, when Phesx Caolia learned of this, he was astounded. The rifle he had brought was only efficient as a shotgun up to 2 meters, instead of the usual 8-20 meters range, and its maximum range efficiency had decreased to below 100 meters, just 80 shy meters.
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If that wasn’t helpless, then what would? Had Phesx Caolia actually participated in a shooting, he would’ve been fucked, more fucked than any fuckers. Even a medium pistol would be better than that rifle at that point.
After checking his supplies, Phesx Caolia looked up before picking his bag and placing it around his left shoulder. His light black eyes moved to the left, where he saw a young man looking at him, standing near a serious soldier.
The serious soldier was the driver that brought Phesx Caolia to the camp in that truck on that ‘fateful’ day. He was also Paul’s pal, Emilio, or Em for short. At least, Phesx Caolia could also call him Em, so they were on good terms.
Emilio was an older soldier than Paul, a white man with black eyes and a relaxed, bushy, attractive black hair. He was tall, and one of the most dedicated soldiers Phesx Caolia had ever met. Even then, thorough this year, as one of his instructors, Phesx Caolia always saw him helping the new recruits.
On the other hand, the young man looking Phesx Caolia was a recruit from the same batch as him. He was León, and for whatever reason, he took Phesx Caolia as a rival after the first month. That was when Phesx Caolia started showing signs of improvement after being the laughingstock.
León was a creamy white young man with black eyes and curly hair. He was a little short, and although others didn’t see it that way, Phesx Caolia always saw a vacancy of intelligence in that young man’s eyes. Dorky would be the second least offensive way of calling it.
Phesx Caolia ignored León’s glare and looked ahead at his teammates for the scouting task. Among them were 2 of his hut’s comrades, Priscila, Paul, and one of the soldiers in the same unit as Paul.
He walked towards them. His comrades waited a little before him, waiting for him to check his stuff. It was his first task outside the camp, and the only one with such inexperience. They tapped Phesx Caolia’s arms as he passed by them before walking side to side.
“Ready?” Paul looked at Phesx Caolia and asked, and received Phesx Caolia’s nod, before looking at an incoming vehicle. Meanwhile, the other soldier looked at Phesx Caolia with a glare.
This was a much older soldier in the scouting team. He wasn’t a veteran, but maybe a few years more would be enough to consider him as such. To see such a young soldier, and having to go on a mission with him, it displeased him alright.
Phesx Caolia ignored it. He knew the army stuff he ought to take care of, and looked at the incoming vehicle. It was smaller than the trucks used for squads and even platoons, or just to move people. However, it was just as agile in urban and forest areas, and faster.
The experienced soldier muttered before the truck stopped, “With what time am I to put up with guarding a preteen now?”
Paul glanced at the soldier, who got to work and placed his military bags in the truck before hopping onto its back first. Phesx Caolia’s comrades were a young man and woman. They nodded at Phesx Caolia, when Paul instructed, “You, go with Hellcat to the front. And you, drive.”
Thus, Phesx Caolia went to the front, sharing backseats with his male comrade, with Priscila driving the truck. Paul and the other soldiers remained on the back, with everyone’s bags with them. Of course, those at the front kept their weapons with them, just not more equipment.
Like this, Phesx Caolia began his first ever task for the camp. No longer checking things around the military, or acting as an assistant for the instructors with the new recruits of the semester, which were more than the first. Or working in the workshops.
“How is it?” His comrade asked with a smile. Phesx Caolia lowered his head, looking at the floor, with his rifle’s butt between his feet. “I’m just glad I don’t have to learn so much stuff anymore.”
“Hahaha, ah~.” The young man smiled before relaxing. However, his assault rifle, shorter but with a higher potency than Phesx Caolia’s rifle, was held with a stable grip, just in case.
Phesx Caolia also relaxed his back. Priscila smiled at him from the side while driving. Unlike all of Phesx Caolia’s comrades, or fellow soldiers from the same batch, he wasn’t interested in participating in the main battle.
Even those who were cautious and wanted to train themselves the most before being sent into battle were secretly waiting for that moment. To Phesx Caolia, that was even worse, as they could just die, ‘making use’ of those months of training for a bullet or explosion to end them.
Of course, those were just his thoughts. It’s not like he could feel a sense of patriotism, be it now or when Preut government quite didn’t care about its people. Similarly, Phesx Caolia couldn’t feel the desire to ‘battle for Preut’. What’s more, there was no Preut as of now… or from ‘hereon’.
“We’ll take a look behind our camp, then we’ll check the districts’ southwestern outskirts.” Priscila said, driving towards the right after exiting the encampment. Phesx Caolia’s comrade exhaled, “Understood, boss.”
Phesx Caolia looked at their relationship. He had seen him and others go to the kitten households, every day, at any time. But he never saw them together outside the camp. Now, he realized that the camp’s soldiers weren’t ‘abusive’ of that relationship.
Priscila was a sergeant already, while his comrade a private 1st class. Paul was a corporeal, in charge of this task, of the same rank as the experienced soldier. Yet, his comrade was respectful to Priscila, not just because of the rank, it seemed. Not everyone, at least.
Phesx Caolia relaxed, enjoying the movements inside the truck as it went into the field. At one point, they stopped and stepped out, with the others stepping down the truck to disperse a little. Phesx Caolia went out with his male comrade while the girls went out together, and Paul and the older soldier remained to check on the truck.
He led the front, bringing his comrade around before finding a slight hill to camouflage himself and drag his body to the top. With a binocular, he checked for about an hour before dragging his body back whence they came from. His comrade watched him during this time.
When he returned, Priscila and his female comrade had already arrived, but they had nothing to report. On the other hand, Phesx Caolia saw some abandoned small camps. They didn’t belong to civilians, and the records didn’t speak of anything like that appearing before.
The older soldier looked at Phesx Caolia for a long period when he reported this. When they boarded the truck again, he sat with his female comrade inside the truck.
Unbeknownst to those at the back, Phesx Caolia could hear them talk about him once the truck was on the move again. The older soldier harshly criticized him still, but he was pretty higher in the soldier’s eyes now.
“…Hmm, I wonder how León should be doing. With Em in that squad, they should easily bring 2 or 3 dozens more into the camp.” Priscila said as she drove through the pavement. Phesx Caolia lifted his chin and looked at her while speaking without thinking, “He should be getting busy suckling ballsacks everywhere.”
“Hahaha!” His female comrade burst out in laughter. She made a hook with her hand and tugged her groins, turned her head towards Phesx Caolia, and laughingly said, “Maybe he’ll know how to suck on mine after learning so much. Hahaha…”
It put a silent, uncontrollable smile on Phesx Caolia’s face, whose torso jerked a little. The soldier’s helmet and hair covering her face were pretty amicable, making Phesx Caolia feel at ease, truly relaxed.
Priscila also joined in, putting León’s name to good use before teaming up with Phesx Caolia’s comrade to make him blush.
Several hours later, moving a few kilometers near the lake and between the worker districts’ outskirts, Phesx Caolia was tasked by Paul to grab the sleeping bags and tents. After an hour of working to create the whole camp himself, Phesx Caolia received his teammates with an organized, neat, and well-thought small camp.
6 tents were pitched up, with the largest one at the center, and the other 5 surrounding it in a 3-2 side by side formation. A fire was already started. They just needed food, which the others took care of.
They had the encampment’s rations, but those weren’t as tasty as catching a small animal, let alone a pig or a bird. There were many wolves in all of Preut, but not even the criminal scum would touch these. Preut’s symbol was the Graywhite Wolf, a wolf with 60% gray and 40% white fur, from top to bottom, divided below its nose.
Its symbol was a Melancholy Eagle before, when they were a part of Lýmoca. It was their estate symbol, one of tradition and respected customs. Even though it was replaced, the wholly black eagle was still respected and represented most of Preut’s government and historic buildings.
Thus, since it was night, the team was careful to not hunt any big ‘bird’. It could be the Melancholy Eagle flying about. It wasn’t so they wouldn’t accidentally hunt it, but so they wouldn’t provoke it. It is said that any bullet hitting its belly or wings can only have a 10% of penetrating them.
It is a ‘psychopath’ predator. Even though it isn’t crazy, it would chase its prey until either of them died, or the Melancholy Eagle grew bored, or lost it. The last option almost never occurred, according to the documentaries Phesx Caolia wouldn’t stop seeing year after year in the past.
These were especially protected by Lýmoca back then, not allowing research to be done on them. However, it was rumored that these eagle’s feathers mimic a thick fur’s properties, and sometimes deflect bullets from rifles or handguns. Nobody would be stupid enough to aim a sniper rifle skywards, as these always flew high unless they were heading home in a nosedive.
… The night fell on the encampment. The older soldier was on patrol tonight. Paul entered his tent at the center early, with Phesx Caolia’s comrades, Priscila, and Phesx Caolia himself remaining outside their tents for a little longer.
At last, Phesx Caolia silently bid farewell to his comrades with a nod, but when he was 3 meters from bending down to enter his tent, barely half a meter tall, he was hugged from behind. He felt a head on the right side of his back before Priscila’s soft voice huskily sounded, “Don’t stop, help me in.”
Phesx Caolia put on a bitter expression before going into his tent. He was horrendously groped with her hands on his belly when he bent. But once he laid on his back on his sleeping bag, she rolled off and stared at him from the side.
Phesx Caolia jumped his eyebrows and kept looking at her. Priscila looked at him with those beautiful eyes before saying, “Umm, I’ve done my part all year and more. If you want it, then it’s your turn to convince me. Seduce me. As for how, brainstorm, will you? Hum!”
With that, she turned around with her arms crossed. Phesx Caolia was baffled, alright. But then, he narrowed his eyes and wormed forth with his body facing her. He grabbed her pants and stuck his pelvis forth, sticking to her derrière. A lewd spoon.
Not leaving it there, he placed his right hand on her right breast, immediately hearing a barely audible gasp. Priscila’s hands suddenly grabbed his wrists and brought his naughty right hand to her crotch before hugging it with her upper inner thighs. Then, she grabbed his left wrist from behind and passed it under her body to cover her breasts with.
Their bodies stuck to each other. Phesx Caolia blinked a few times and gulped at these new physical sensations before letting their warmth do the bed talks. ‘Mmm. It feels very good like this.’
Peacefully falling asleep, with nothing ‘under his eyelids’ or between his eyes and the colors of reality, Phesx Caolia rested his face on her hair and nape, with his breathing coquettishly consoling her.
Tomorrow, they would work more, and in 2 days, they’ll return. If Phesx Caolia had to, he’d have to act tomorrow. His instincts wouldn’t stop telling him to do it!
Either way, this was also his first task, not just his debut. Just another task from hereon. He had to always do well, otherwise, what is he still alive for?
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