Unexpected Guest

I ejaculated without pulling my penis out, keeping it buried deep inside her.

Gloop, gloop.

Hot semen poured into the condom.

"Hnnnng……!"

Seraphina's body trembled. Her inner walls still clamped tightly around my penis and refused to let go. As though mistaking it for something capable of receiving semen, the entrance to her uterus opened and closed, stimulating my glans.

I held Seraphina until the afterglow of ejaculation faded. By the time our ragged breathing had subsided, only the raw scent and heat of sex remained in the room.

I slowly raised my upper body and looked down at her. Her silver hair was damp with sweat and disheveled, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were unfocused.

The dignified figure of my superior, once known as the Ice Witch, had vanished. Only a woman conquered by pleasure lay there.

'Status Analysis.'

[Using the skill 'Status Analysis (Lv.3)' on 'Seraphina von Reinhardt'.]

[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]

[Status: Exhaustion after climax, mana circuits reconstructed and considerably stabilized]

[Emotion: Trust and affection toward Max Jaeger]

'Success.'

Affection.

That was a word I could never have imagined seeing associated with Seraphina until now, yet there it was in the status window.

Then, after a few minutes, the reward I had been waiting for finally arrived.

Ding-

['You have won Seraphina von Reinhardt's heart and formed a deep bond with her through your first sexual relationship.']

[You gain a large amount of experience as a reward.]

[You have reached level 12!]

[You have acquired 1 new skill point.]

The corners of my mouth rose on their own. Physical pleasure, exploiting my superior officer's weakness, and a level-up. Perfect.

I slowly pulled my penis, still buried inside her, out.

"Hngh…."

With a wet squelch, a gap opened between us. The fluid-filled condom slipped out, and clear lubricant streamed down. Seeing the obscene trail running along the insides of her white thighs, Seraphina turned her head away in embarrassment. But she showed no sign of rejection or disgust.

"…Is it over?"

she asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes. The treatment was successful."

I pulled several napkins from the bedside table and carefully wiped between her legs.

"Can you feel it? The change inside your body?"

As she accepted my touch, Seraphina carefully steadied her breathing. Then she closed her eyes and looked inward.

[Hidden Trait: Mana Reflux (Mana Overload) - Unstable internal injury; the mana that had been running wild is being calmly reconstructed.]

[Unstable internal injury]. Although it was still unstable, it was a far better condition than her previous state of [Chronic internal injury].

"……Ah."

A gasp escaped her lips.

"Is this… really my body?"

"Didn't I tell you to trust me?"

"Thank you… truly, thank you, Max."

[Hidden Desire: To stay by Max Jaeger's side and maintain this peace.]

*

A few minutes later.

Having composed herself, Seraphina began putting her clothes back on. Her hands still trembled slightly as she picked up the stockings and skirt scattered across the floor.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her dress. Each of her movements was strangely sensual.

After straightening her clothes, she looked in the mirror and tidied her disheveled hair.

"…I'll be going now."

She said it with a small cough.

"Have a restful night."

I was left alone in the empty room and checked my spoils.

[Skill points held: 1]

The one point I had obtained from winning Seraphina over.

'What should I spend it on?'

I didn't have to deliberate for long. First, I checked what had appeared.

[Acquire a new skill]

1. [Iron Virility]

Details: During sexual interaction with the opposite sex, your physical vitality and stamina increase dramatically. This skill cannot be leveled up.

The first option was the same one I had seen last time. A skill with little use beyond sex. I lowered my gaze immediately.

2. [War Heroes Gallery]

Details: When the skill is activated, you can connect to the 'War Heroes Gallery' and receive assistance. The War Heroes Gallery is a virtual space where Earth's great figures associated with war are active. The higher this skill's level, the greater the number of preset usernames that appear.

'…Huh?'

A gallery? Surely this didn't mean an elegant gallery where I could admire paintings or sculptures. If so, could it be that… blue site from my previous life…?

'Whoa…?'

The description alone was unusual. A virtual space where great figures from Earth were active? If my guess was right, this skill was completely different in purpose from [Iron Virility].

Napoleon, Yi Sun-sin, Hannibal, Zhuge Liang….

'A great military commander and a war hero are clearly different things.'

It meant that famous people associated with war were included, too. In that case… there ought to be an even wider variety of figures.

Politicians and diplomats like Bismarck, scientists like Oppenheimer who had changed the course of war, and even historical dictators like Hitler or Stalin might be pounding away at their keyboards.

'They would help me…?'

I pondered it for a brief moment.

Level up [Bullet Time] VS choose [War Heroes Gallery].

I had confirmed that [Bullet Time] was more than good enough… but the prospect of receiving help from so-called great figures was still more appealing.

[You have selected the skill 'War Heroes Gallery'.]

[Acquiring a new skill!]

A new method of using the skill was engraved into my mind. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took one deep breath and activated it.

'Connect.'

[The skill 'War Heroes Gallery (Lv.1)' is activated.]

Pop-.

What appeared before my eyes was a tacky blue banner and clumsy Gothic lettering. It was unmistakably the interface of that 'blue site.'

[Announcement] Political and religious arguments are prohibited

[Army] Sharing tips on designing trench drainage. Preventing trench foot is essential.

[Navy] My personal thoughts on old-school battleships versus aircraft carriers.

[Logistics] Local requisition has obvious limits. Many people overlook the excellent practice of organizing railway regiments.

"……Hmm."

I slowly browsed the gallery.

'The atmosphere is pretty serious.'

Even in my previous life, the atmosphere varied wildly from gallery to gallery. Some were childish enough for elementary school students, while others could rival experts, depending on the subject.

'Well, it would be strange for a place full of so-called great figures to be frivolous.'

I gathered my thoughts. How exactly was I supposed to use this skill?

'I suppose I need to write a post before anything can happen.'

I carefully clicked the [Write] button.

Pop-.

An input window appeared. There was no keyboard, but letters seemed to appear according to my thoughts. I thought for a moment about what to write. Judging from the atmosphere, the place seemed rather solemn, so I decided to keep it simple and straightforward.

I entered something appropriate and clicked the [Register] button.

Less than a minute after I posted, the comment notification window began to light up.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Comments

Founder of Military Science: Welcome. We've been waiting for you.

Corsican Artillery Officer: So it's true. Are you the owner of the skill? A transmigrator with Harem Mode, too—quite the impressive specs.

Eastern Strategist: Welcome to the War Heroes Gallery.

Khan of the Steppe: You've already got two women with you? I can see you have potential.

"……Huh."

I swallowed a groan.

Were these fellows monitoring my status in real time? They even knew that I was a transmigrator with Harem Mode.

I posted another message.

[Do you know anything about me?]

Comments

Eastern Strategist: It is said that if you know your enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. The system shares your memories and battlefield information like a cloud. We exist to look at that information and offer advice.

What? My memories and information were being shared? I was horrified when I read the comment from [Eastern Strategist].

However, the reply that followed reassured me.

ㄴCorsican Artillery Officer: Of course, sensitive information is filtered out, so don't worry. Privacy is important.

'What a relief.'

This aspect was strangely realistic.

Founder of Military Science: Don't overthink it. It's your skill, after all.

Top Political Lecturer: This skill itself was designed for your sake. It will not do anything harmful to you.

"Aha."

As I communicated with the great figures of war, I gained a rough understanding of the [War Heroes Gallery] skill. In a word, it was no different from a real-time, dedicated strategy guide I could consult whenever I wanted.

'This could be useful.'

[Minimap] let me understand the battlefield, [Status Analysis] told me about specific targets, and [Captivating Speech] let me manipulate people at will based on that information advantage.

The one thing I had lacked was depth and sophistication. Until now, I had been limited to the perspective of Max Jaeger, an officer from the Imperial Central Academy, and a civilian gamer from Seoul.

'Not anymore.'

This skill was the tool that would fill that gap.

*

The next morning.

A week had passed since the battle, and a day since our return to the main force.

The mud had not even dried on the soldiers' boots yet, but the regiment's mood was nothing short of festive. The Ashen Forest was a strategic stronghold on the Western Front. Having seized it, we would dramatically alter the course of the war.

Of course, a single regimental unit could not end the war by itself. But once elite divisions and corps began pouring in afterward, the enemy would be pushed into a corner.

This was all thanks to the 7th Regiment.

"Hey, did you hear? An imperial envoy from Central has come down!"

"Heh heh, maybe I'll get a medal this time too?”

"Could it be that the regimental commander is getting another star? Then maybe some crumbs will fall to us, too?"

The area outside the barracks was in an uproar. I buttoned my uniform in a good mood and looked in the mirror. Word had already spread throughout the unit that a high-ranking officer dispatched from higher command had arrived that morning.

Everyone was expecting rewards. I expected not only a promotion to captain; if I used this opportunity to establish ties with higher command, my future would be secure.

'The regimental commander's grin must be ear to ear.'

Imagining the scene, I headed toward regimental headquarters.

A black luxury vehicle was ostentatiously parked in front of the headquarters building. In a battlefield where dust was always flying, that one vehicle was conspicuously spotless. Until I saw the [Imperial Inspectorate] emblem mounted on the hood, I had thought it was simply an expensive car.

'…Wait. The Inspectorate?'

I came to an abrupt halt.