Last Chapter Recap: "Well... if you do a good job," Brody said quietly, "you'll earn the captain's trust too."
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Crew Deck
"No way," Adam muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. "Both the captain and commander seem to have a low opinion of my work."
"If it were true, the captain never would've let you anywhere near the crew deck," Brody said, his tone reassuring. "Don't take their words too personally, Ensign. The captain is demanding, but she's sensible."
"Ha ha ha..." Adam chuckled bitterly, shaking his head.
"Of course," Brody said, his tone turning serious. "If you have malicious intentions…"
Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine. Lt. Brody's face, usually harmless and friendly, for a second turned into a cold stare…
"Please, Lt.," Adam said, his voice tense. "Last time someone accused me of being a double agent, he raised the mutiny himself."
"Yes... that reminds me, I should check on the captain," Brody said, his tone shifting. "Your duty is finished as well, right? Take care, Ensign."
….
It's fortunate lt. Brody seems to somehow trust me… like lt. Laura, he strikes me as an honest person. Too honest for his own good, heh.
And speaking of lt. Laura… I should probably make her my nest target. Now that everyone is busy with the database and lt. Chand, I might be able to slip her into the machine.
I need to talk with Ivanna about this… heh heh.
Medical Bay
"Doctor?" Adam called.
To my surprise, I find medical bay empty, my beloved slave nowhere in sight. That's rare.
"I doubt it's a toilet break..." Adam muttered.
"Huh? Ensign?" Laura said, her tone curious and slightly puzzled.
Now that's a stroke of luck. Titties herself spared me trouble of looking for her. No, I bet Ivanna scheduled this appointment for my leisure… heh.
"Hello, lieutenant," Adam said, his tone tinged with a bit of dry humour. "If you're looking for the doctor, then unfortunately, she seems to be absent at the moment."
"Yes, I know," Laura said, her voice steady. "The captain called her for a check-up."
"Captain? Check-up?" Adam echoed, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"So, it seems..." Laura said, her voice trailing off. "But she'll be back soon... I think…"
Upon closer examination, lt. Laura is acting a bit strange… her face is flushed, and her hips are rubbing- ah!
The aphrodisiac! Good goddamn work, Ivanna!
"Are you all right, Lieutenant?" Adam asked, his tone laced with concern.
"Ha ha ha..." Laura said, her laugh a little forced. "I feel a little under the weather..."
"There's no weather in space," Adam said, his tone tinged with skepticism. "Did you catch some kind of infection on the lower deck?"
"M-maybe..." Laura said, her voice hesitant. "That's why I wanted to see the doctor…"
"You don't need a prescription to take cold medicine," Adam said with a sly smile. "You know, Lieutenant? It's in the cabinet up here."
"Ha ha ha..." Laura said, her smile tinged with amusement. "You're right, Ensign."
It's funny watching her squirm around, trying to hide her 'cold' from my gaze.
"Uh..." Laura said, her voice trailing off as she hesitated.
While she rummages through doctor's cabinet, I take a conveniently prepared syringe out of the doctor's desk. What a glorious opportunity.
"Ah!" Laura said, her voice brightening. "Found it—"
"H-huh...?" Laura muttered, her voice tinged with confusion or surprise.
Without hesitation, I stab lieutenant's neck with the sedative Ivanna prepared for me. Her gaze freezes, unable to process what just happened, and then… she falls.
"Heh heh..." Adam chuckled, his smile mischievous.
Finally, those tits are mine…!!!
Unable to control myself, I grab two perky things of an unconscious Laura and fondle them for a few seconds, satisfying my primal urge.
What firmness, what size… you're a work of art, girl!
However, my reason soon overpowers raging male instincts. There will soon come a time when those tits will truly belong and serve me. For now, though, it's time for some weight-lifting.
Secret Room
"Huff..." Adam breathed out.
Compared to Aurora or Natasha, lt. Laura certainly is a heavy-weight… those delicious boobs do weight a little. However, now… kukukukuku!
I connect lt. Tits with the machine, which begins it's usual humming rituals. All of this while I stare at two magnificent knockers.
Of course, breast modification is a stuff for later stages… even perfection can be made better. For now however, let's stick to the basics.
On my command, ultrawaves began assaulting the lieutenant's brain, rewriting her memories and thought processes.
Fortunately, because of her already aroused state, she's hyper-receptive to more… sexual alterations.
Be default, the system molds the subject's personality and fetishes to suit my tastes… however, her own innate kinks are reinforced as a side effect.