Complexity: The PX-Project

Two days after the incident, Admiral Karl Feta was still in the ICU, unconscious. He was admitted to Granitz Hospital. Freja, worried about her son, could not go back to work. The doctor told her that his condition was worrying: multiple wounds, broken ribs, cracked spinal cord, cracked skull, slight internal brain bleeding, a tongue cut from biting himself, and shattered leg and arm bones. Even with the advanced suit, Karl was still in bad condition. For now, the doctor tried to prolong his life, but the current Reich medical technology could not immediately rescue him. "I am sorry, Miss Feta. This is all we can do," the doctor said to her.

Freja, in the nearby visitor room, watched her unconscious son with several tubes and medical treatments. Even though her son's victory over the monster she created, the damage was too much. The Reich's proud military was crushed by Frankenstein's beast, or Freja's beast, F01. The nation's hero risked his life to protect the island. This sounded wonderful, unless it was her arrogance and ambition that caused this chaos. "I will do everything to save you, Karl," she said through the window in the visitor room while watching her son. That said, she still could not find any way to save her son's life. However, only one name came to her mind: Pierre. Pierre's figure came to her mind. "He must know a way," she murmured. Then she grabbed her phone and called Pierre.

"Hello, it's me," she toned her voice down, softer.

"Can you come to my house for dinner?" she asked him softly, with a sweet voice.

"What time?"

Pierre agreed to her invitation. She then arranged the schedule and called the manor to prepare Pierre's favorite dishes and other special orientations for him. She tried to use all the knowledge about him that she'd learned while collaborating with him as much as possible. After ordering everything, she turned back to her son, her eyes filled with tears, grieved, and guilty.

"I have no choice, my dear."

"This is all to save you."

Freja walked out of the visitor room and went back to her house.

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In the meantime, at Elena's apartment, Pierre visited Elena's house on the two days off. The FRI required some minor reconstructions and maintenance after the incident, and today was a holiday. The two decided to spend time together in the living room, sitting on a sofa, updating news, and watching sci-fi movies.

"The news said Karl beat that F01 monster," Elena, in her unbuttoned blouse baring her seductive cleavage supported by a finely chosen violet bra, said while looking at the news on the panel.

"Well, it is true; he did defeat the monster," Pierre replied to her firmly, while Elena sat on his lap, and his right hand explored beneath her pink skirt. Elena stopped her lips from kissing him, expressing her jealousy.

"Mmmm, there," a small moan came from Elena.

"You could become a hero, you know, if the public knew it was you," Elena said. She licked and bit his neck, her hand moving over his torso and slowly down to his pants.

"I only did 1%, Elena." Pierre's hand moved in and out under her skirt, while he observed Elena's facial expression.

"Mmmm, Pete…" Elena moaned again. She could not concentrate on the news anymore as Pierre increased his pace and pressure. Elena's hands roamed over his torso; bites and marks were left behind. Her waist moved by instinct, synchronizing with his hand movements.

"Pete, faster, faster…"

A sudden call from Freja came in, destroying the mood.

(Freja calls)

"Who's that?"

"Freja. She's inviting me for dinner," Pierre replied.

"And you are going?"

"Yes." Elena expressed her displeasure, glared at him, her eyebrows knitting closer, showing her jealousy.

"Pete… Do you like me?" Elena asked, her voice trembling, unable to hide her jealousy. Pierre did not reply to her directly.

"You are my best partner, Elena." Elena was not pleased with the answer; she glared at Pierre.

"Then bring me with you tonight."

"I can't, Elena," Pierre softly rejected her. He kissed her gently. Elena remained unpleasant.

"Then, I guess we should stop what we are doing?" Elena began to resist Pierre, grabbing Pierre's hand out of her skirt.

"Can you do that?" Pierre challenged her. Then he kissed her with more passion. His tongue triggered Elena's oral sensitive spot precisely. Like a spark shot through her brain, Elena could not resist his stimulation. She released her hand from him, and Pierre then moved his hand under her skirt through her string lingerie again.

"Pete… mmm," Elena tried to speak while he was kissing her. She could not resist Pierre anymore, as her whole body was under his control. Every touch and word triggered her arousal. The jealous feeling remained, but was overtaken by another stronger feeling that Pierre gave her.

It was about dinner time. Pierre dressed up: shirt, pants. He looked back at the sofa, where Elena's strengthless body, covered in sweat and a fluid mixture, lay sleeping after the flood of hormones.

Pierre called an automated car, a service from NRE. Not long after, the car came to pick him up. Elena regained her stamina, wearing only tiny lingerie, and walked to send him off at the door, kissing him.