Complexity: The PX-Project

(Ping) 

A notification from his watch, new mail arrived, it's from the president. After reading it he became much more relaxed as one of two requests had been accepted. The official announcement would come tomorrow. 

The denied request was to allow the slaves, or the foreign women in Pierre's care to live in Granitz. Since all of them wanted to stay here. Angela, who grew very close to Elena as both from the same land, begged Pierre. But he could not simply let the foreign, from the enemy's lands, to live on the Granitz without proper permission. The country could not risk foreigners wandering around at the brain of the nation, especially in this critical time. They were afraid of information breach. Though to his opinion, the leaked footage was enough to let the enemies know the current status of Reich's army. 

Though he stated that these women will be in his care and tracking all the time and their knowledge of the enemies could benefit the military, the request was still rejected as he loses some credits after the F01 incident. 

And since originally these women were captured during Granitz's navy patrol. They were considered as military's property as Karl enslaved them and restricted them in the camp. Possibly, for his own desires. Pierre's action to free them was unacceptable. 

The nation asked to hand over these women in care of officials. But there was no guarantee that they would not end up being sold again. The president's credibility meant nothing for Pierre. He knew the president well or at least the one behind. 

That said, he had less power against the officials. But still did not want to follow the order. Plus, Elena would not want to do so as well. 

"Why Elena again?" He laughed with his thoughts. He shook his head off and tried to find a compromising way. 

"I did not want to follow orders, Elena too, but the official wants…" a sudden spark came in. Suddenly, an idea came in.

"The restimulation code" he was holding. 

He could use the restimulation code to open a deal but it was still not enough for the four lives.

"The code may worth for only two lives" 

While laying his back about what he could do, a name popped up in his mind from the news earlier, Erina Umeyama, his senior colleague. Pierre brought an email panel and wrote it down then sent it to her. 

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Dear Erina, 

I am here collecting your debt on my restimulation code. 

I need you to receive 4 foreign patients in your care. I am sure they will benefit you. 

Sincere, 

Pierre

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Pierre attached a summary for the four patients or the women in his care. Not too long, the reply was back, 

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Dear Pierre, 

Your request was more than the debt I owed you! 

Four foreigners were too demanding.

That said, I will welcome two of them, Lea, and Elizabeth, since they had some knowledge about science. I will arrange the document then. 

I will be really glad if you and Elena could come to Jepunia for our small collaboration. I am now a big fan her!!

Your beloved, 

Erina.

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Now he could trade his code for two and Erina demanded two.

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Dear Achter der König, 

I am writing you this email as I would like to negotiate the lives of four slaves under my guard in exchange with the restimulation code. 

I am looking forward for the deal 

Best regards, 

Pierre Therma

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Not too long a reply came. 

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Dear Pierre, 

The deal you proposed was interesting. However, after consulting with my brother, we agreed that the restimulation code is worth for only two lives. No further negotiation possible. 

When you have made a decision, reply the email with names. 

Achter der König. 

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The deal progress as he pleased. He replied the mail with two mails. Angela vanStein, and Sharon Tucker. The request was accepted. And later another mail came not from president but his brother. 

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Dear Pierre, 

Your little scene caught us off guard. Your connection in Jepun request for two remaining slaves in your possessions. We have no choices but to hand them as a gift for treating Karl Feta. 

Sincerely, 

Neuer von König

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Look like his brother knew it was a scene. 

"So we have two left huh?" — Pierre exhaled. 

Now he could trade the code for two lives and the other would go to Jepun. Then the problem was what to do with the remaining two.

They still could not stay on this island. The easiest way was to have the four fly to Jepunia. This would definitely trigger Erina's anger since she had to take care all four. Then Pierre recalled Dora or Susan, who was studying in Itulia. She recently told him and Elena that her pregnancy test was positive. She was so happy to bear his child. Elena was also pleasant. Perhaps sending Angela and Sharon would be helpful as Dora might need more hands later. 

Angela could also study there as well. For Sharon, Pierre stll concerned about her submissive. She was a cadet of the York, captured by Granitz's navy during her first patrol. Her skill was average, but physical body was excellent and knew gymnastics. Her flexibily last night impressed everyone.

Betrayal? A thought came in.

Perhaps after a long stress and a lot of thing his brain became dull, as he forgot his creation, the PX-18

The PX-18 was a substance that aimed for controlling the target recognition unit. The target will fall under his control follow any orders just like how he control Steven Sterben action — to dominate Freja and suicide. Another example was the used on Edwin Weissman. It was a very powerful creation but the target will fall unconscious, and could not live like a normal life. 

To be able to for the target to live a normal life, and remain royal, the target must remain conscious and emotionally tied to him strongly. For now, None of his creations could acheive that level. The closest one was the PX-17 that he had created three years ago. It could cause an emotional bond with him. But not as strong as PX-18.

Pierre opened up his panel from the watch, creating a new file and named it as PX-19. 

"Time for new project" — he murmured, a glimpse of smile with motivating eyes. 

While falling in his thought, many familiar voices calling him, he shut off the panel instantly. As he did not want to reveal his precious creations to anyone. Well, Elena might have known it. The voices from the upstair as the women woke up and walked down in a half-naked with only underwear, 

"You're up early again" (Sharon)

"Have you had good sleep?" (Elena)

"What an energetic man" (Elizabeth) 

"I'm hungry" (Angela)

"What breakfast today?" (Lea) 

Several talks came in. Pierre could not answer all at once so he pressed a button on his watch. 

A buzzing sound of vibrating broke the calm still air, then filled with moan and sweat, as the women knelt down, 

"It's too early mm" (Elena) "Too early for this fire," Elena growled, her voice a husky challenge, dripping with defiance.

"Please…" (Sharon) Sharon rasped, her plea a feral whisper, lips trembling with need.

"M…My legs shaking" (Angela) Angela gasped, her words fracturing, a primal flush searing her skin.

"Stopp plea.." (Elizabeth) Elizabeth snarled softly, her gaze fierce

"Agmm~" (Lea) Lea throaty moan, thick with her Frankish cadence,

Pierre kept the buzz running adjusting its rhythm then walked to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for all of them. Several moans, and wet rhythmuc tap kept coming in,

(Jshh Jshh)

"Oh god Pierre" (Sharon) Sharon called, her voice a sultry snarl, edged with hunger.

"This too much~" (Angela) Angela panted, her words raw, laced with a desperate laugh.

"Feed us" (Lea) Lea demanded

"Feed us please" (Elizabeth) Elizabeth urged, her voice a low, urgent purr.

"We want yours" (Elena) Elena rumbled

"Play with us" (all) they roared in unison, their laughter a wild

after he finished cooking the buzz stop followed by a loud pleasuring moan

(Shhh~~~) 

"Ahh~~" (Elena)

"I'm coming~" (Elizabeth), her voice rough, lips curling wickedly.

"That's it~" (Lea) Lea murmured

"God Pierre~" (Sharon) Sharon groaned, her breath uneven, a spark in her gaze.

"Mmm noo" (Angela) Angela rasped, her skin flushed

"I..i.. cant stop" (Anglea) Angela added, sprawling with a feral grace.

"Aggh~~" (all)

as he called out them, all were scattered on floor sweating, leaking, deepend breath, waist bucklings, cuddling up, eyes filled with pleasure.