Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

'What the hell is going on?' was the only thought that Castor was capable of.

From one, physical end, he was in heaven.

Alicia's body turned out to be far greater than he ever expected a woman's flesh to be capable of being. She singlehandedly broke out the idea that Catlea was the greatest woman he could ever meet, proving it completely wrong before she even got to take off her uniform.

Not a single one of the defects that Catlea forced Castor to believe to be normal was present on Alice's body.

Her sizeable breasts didn't cause her waist to be the width of her ribs, making it a perfect place for Castor to rest his hands rather than a slime that would potentially swallow his fingers never to let them back.

Her ass was perfectly fine and soft yet it didn't sag down, something Castor was somehow aware to be caused by Catlea's constant sitting and lying around and a complete lack of exercise.

And Alice's technique...

Even without the connection that she established and allowed them to share their experience and thus seek out the greatest pleasure as soon as the other party would form a single desire at the very bottom of their mind, Alice easily proved to be a woman entire leagues above Catlea.

And yet...

Despite how insanely pleasant the encounter was, Castor couldn't completely focus on it, constantly assaulted by the returning memories of his time with his former girlfriend and then a friend.

Having Alice work on him with all her mind surely helped, slowly erasing all the lies that Caltea used for her own convenience.

Yet, just like they shared the pleasure of the encounter, Castor knew Alice's connection made her aware of his state of mind. And this, in turn, made it extremely awkward for him to go through the returning memories of what he could remember and then the contrast of what he learned about those memories from the rapport.

"Shush, it's okay," Alice whispered as soon as a memory of the academy appeared in Castor's mind.

It was a recollection of the time when Castor's project ended up being disqualified from the competition that could change his life by a massive margin. And as if the memory of failing at the greatest opportunity he had in his life wasn't bad enough, Castor was now aware that it wasn't his fault, but the malice-prompted actions of Catlea that led to this result.

"I saw the project that you actually submitted," Alice whispered. "It wouldn't make the cut in the ranks of the fleet... but you weren't in the fleet back then" she muttered, raising up on Castor's his and grabbing his head between her hands.

"Listen," she stated, forcing Castor to look her right in the eyes. "If it was a fleet exam, you would fail by around ten percentage points," she revealed. "And you weren't even a graduate back then!"

'If it's true...' Castor thought, his depression and anguish turning into wrath. And then, it transformed into lethargy as he realized all the opportunities he forever lost because of Catlea's interference.

After all, a fleet exam was something that only fledgling officers of the fleet could take to confirm their status as the managerial body of the army that kept the entire wide universe safe!

"I can't offer you a job right away," Alice said, shaking her hips to and fro while reaching out to the back of the sofa. A dispenser then projected a semi-corporeal glass right into her hand before splurting clean water into it.

The girl then leisurely took a sip, somehow managing to keep the cup stable despite wildly riding Castor down. Then, her movements slowed down to a point of a caress while she helped Castor up and fed him some water as well.

"But your talent is undeniable," she praised right as she threw the cup to the side, allowing it to dematerialize out in the air. Her hands then returned to Castor's chest only for her hips to start moving up and down again. "So once this mission ends," she said, slamming her hips down right when Castor reached his limit.

"Haaa...." Alice then released a long, sweet moan as Castor's dick filled her up to the brim with his sterilized cum. "Once this mission ends, I will recommend you for a special course," she then said, dropping a massive bomb right as Castor's body relaxed in the moment of the height of pleasure.

For how cold it might seem, Alice's actions were all calculated. She did feel some pity and genuine respect for all the things that Castor went through, yet the way she acted...

Wasn't just something she did because she felt like it.

She was a lower officer of the fleet, an existence easily capable of erasing entire planets if she deemed it the best course of action and happened not to have a superior officer oversee her decisions at the moment.

For a being like her, acting out on behalf of her own state of mind was something she couldn't even fathom.

As such, the timing of her praises was aimed at the moment when Castor's memories would return, striking his soul down.

This was also the reason why she established the personal connection from the get-go, all so that she could sense those moments and time her counterattacks.

Yet, for how cold it all sounded, it was actually a well-known therapy for people threatened by SPTSD. A mental sickness that included all the deviations caused by the changes that technology, mana, and divine forces could bring upon one's flesh, mind, and soul.

Rather than just hugging Castor in the worst moments in his life and hoping that her physical and mental support would empower him to fight the scars on his soul on his own, Alice proactively overwrote whatever dragged Castor's heart down with pleasure, praise and reassurance.

And with how not a single of Castor's regrets managed to lodge itself into his soul to become a thorn that would stop his future potential, she was quite good at what she was doing.

"Can we even waste time fucking around like that?" Castor suddenly asked when Alice took a moment to let her body recover from the orgasm by taking a short rest right on top of his chest. "Aren't you on the clock to fix up the mess I made?" he asked.

'Isn't this the main reason why you are here in the first place?' he thought.

"Normally," Alice smiled, prompting herself on her hands and smiling at Castor. "Normally, I would say damn this entire planet and focus all on you," she assured while reaching out and caressing Castor's cheek. "But this planet..." she then bit her lips as she looked at the holoscreen displaying the blue and green ball far below them.

"This planet is something else," she then muttered, lowering herself back on Castor's chest. "This planet is something that even I'm not privy to know everything about," she complained a little only to suddenly pull herself up and place a gentle kiss right on top of Castor's forehead.

"Don't you worry, though," she then cheered, lowering herself a tiny little bit to bring her eyes right to the level of Castor's pupils. "I fixed most of the mess that this whore left," she stated, her voice turning wrathful when she cursed.

In the end, her connection enabled her not only to feel the pressure but all the feelings that Castor now had for his former friend as well.

"As for the permanent fix for the system," she grinned, "I already bought us enough time to take it easy," she informed before lowering her hips and going for yet another round of therapy.