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The intergalactic beacon had been sent.

To the the planet of warrior women!

Pontius V was a massive planet with a bright purple, swirling surface that made it look like a distant purple star in the Andromeda Galaxy.

The people of this world, known as Pontiachs, were a humanoid race with dark skin and incredible physical abilities—strength, speed, and invulnerability so immense that they seem almost godlike.

Pontius V was ruled by a monarchy dominated entirely by fierce matriarchs. This was because male Pontiachs simply weren't strong enough to defeat their female counterparts in combat—or satisfy them in bed.

The biggest challenge for the males wasn't just their lack of power, but the sheer intensity of the females' sexual energy.

Despite their near-invincible bodies—capable of withstanding punches from starships and blows from mountain-sized extraterrestrial creatures—most males couldn't survive intimacy with a female Pontiach.

Even something as simple as a kiss could cause their heads to explode, give them severe nosebleeds, or leave them with unbearable migraines.

Because of this, female Pontiachs had to find other ways to cope.

Many relied on advanced pleasure technology to keep themselves sane, while others turned to each other for comfort. However, it had drastically reduced the birth rate of new Pontiachs, making it harder for their civilization to thrive for generations to come.

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Pontius V – The Iron Sky

There was a blue streak traveling across the skies at fierce speeds──so much so that it trembled the air.

It was like a razor that cut through anything in its path.

The individual who flew with so much speed, grace and enviable elegance was Ezel──a commanding officer in the higher-ranks of their government.

Her deep blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, locked onto the vast landmass of the compound below.

Black hair, wild and messy, framed her glass-like dark skin—a texture and glow that only the highest of nobilities possessed.

Her body? Perfection.

Slender yet sculpted with raw muscle, accentuated further by wide, commanding hips that looked tempting to hold… perhaps even squeeze, and a sumptuously full chest that made lesser men either weak in the knees or terrified beyond reason.

She wore a form-fitting bodysuit.

It was similar to General Thalvion's, though lacking the grandeur—no elaborate armored plates, no billowing cape of command.

No, Ezel's authority didn't come from ornamentation.

It was simply in her presence.

Instead, a simple white waist cape draped over her massive hips and fluttered gently as she descended like an angel toward the compound.

The sight below was familiar.

Male Pontiachs.

These pathetic, weak, and utterly broken individuals scrubbed the metallic floors like insects and swept debris while the towering female soldiers barked orders at them. Some had already polished sections of the structures until they gleamed, yet they still worked tirelessly, as though their very existence hinged on their obedience.

Ezel's gaze hardened as she spotted one particular scene unfolding near the center of the compound.

A hardened female soldier, clad in the black-and-blue combat gear of the elite enforcers, scowled at a frail, elderly male struggling to keep pace with the others. His hands trembled, his legs wobbled from exhaustion, and his breath came in short, desperate gasps—yet still, he tried.

It wasn't enough.

"Why the hell are you moving so slow?!"

The soldier's voice was sharp and commanding.

It was like pure venom.

The old man flinched and stepped back as if the very air around her words burned his skin.

"N-, No! I swear—I'm not doing it on purpose! I-, I'm just… I'm just really tired because of my old ag—"

His words never finished.

CRACK!

A skull-shattering punch slammed into his wrinkled face with bone-crunching force and sent him rocketing backward like a human projectile. Blood sprayed through the air, along with several of his teeth, before his frail body slammed into a nearby building with a sickening thud.

A miserable groan escaped his lips, muffled by the pool of blood gushing from his mouth.

The other male Pontiachs froze.

For a moment, they stopped working—just a moment.

Then, almost in unison, they threw their gazes downward and scrubbed faster, harder.

Like rats fearing the wrath of a starving beast.

The female soldier stalked toward the broken old man as her eyes blazed with unforgiving dominance.

She stood over him, sneering at his fragile, shaking, pitifully bloodstained body.

"How dare you lie there like some useless lump of meat?"

She hissed.

"That was a merciful punch. If I wanted, I could've sent you straight into your grave with my boot alone."

The old man's body convulsed in terror.

The soldier lifted her foot, placing it inches from his face.

"You broke my damn building, you pathetic worm."

She pressed her heel forward, making the old man shudder in an oddly perverted way.

The man enjoyed the sight of the thick, chocolate thigh of the female soldier before him──it made an old man like him hard in ways that he couldn't explain and it got so much, he placed a hand over his crotch and gritted his teeth in pain.

『Please… spit on me…』

There were words he could only say in his thoughts.

More than anything, he wanted this woman to spit on him in the nastiest way possible and call him the most horrible names she could muster from her vocabulary. It was something he'd grown used to… and unfortunately addicted to.

Beating. Insults. He wanted it all.

"So, you lazy old man, I want you to lick this boot clean, then start rebuilding what you destroyed with that weak little body of yours."

There was no hesitation.

The old man instantly crawled forward on all fours—like a beaten dog—and began licking the woman's boot with an almost desperate eagerness. His tongue scraped against the dirt-caked sole as his saliva mixed with the filth, yet he lapped at it as if he were drinking sacred water from an oasis after days in the desert.

The female soldier watched in amusement and her lips curled into a smug, satisfied smile.

"That's right… good little mutt."

The old man nodded frantically.

"Yes—yes! I am nothing but dirt before the great women of our planet!"

CRACK!

A sharp whip cracked through the air and lashed against the old man's thin, bony backside.

"Did you enjoy that?"

The soldier asked, tilting her head.

The old man shivered as his breath ragged.

"Yes… Yes, I love it!"

Ezel watched from above.

Her face was completely unreadable.

This? It was nothing new.

She had seen worse.

She gently flew back to a higher altitude.

Then, without a word, she surged forward like a beam of light for the massive command citadel ahead.

Next—

DOOOOOOOOM!

A thunderous impact split the silence of the command citadel's landing zone.

Ezel landed on one knee as her right fist drove into the ground with such force that the very metal-plated platform shuddered under the weight of her arrival. A controlled yet devastating tremor rippled outward, sending dust and loose debris into the air before it all settled into eerie stillness.

She didn't flinch.

Didn't waver. Didn't even breathe heavily.

Slowly, she rose to her feet and lifted her head toward the vast observatory chamber before her.

There, standing with the silent authority of an iron-willed monarch, was General Thalvion.

The tall, beautiful woman's arms were crossed over her armored chest as her piercing blue eyes trained outward to gaze upon the empty expanse of the Andromeda Galaxy through the colossal, reinforced glass wall.

She didn't turn to greet Ezel.

She didn't need to. She already knew.

Without looking, she spoke──her cold and measured voice came out with an elegance that made it clear she was above mortal concerns.

"You already know your objectives, Ezel."

No pleasantries. No wasted words.

Only purpose.

Ezel stood straight, awaiting her superior's command.

Thalvion's gaze remained locked onto the infinite abyss of space and her expression remained blank as she continued to speak in her usual intrigue-edged tone.

"We've received an intergalactic beacon."

A single statement. A simple truth.

But the weight of those words? Colossal.

"With the vibrational energies we've concentrated, we'll be able to drill a hole through time-space and reach the location of its origin. But there's a limit."

Now, finally, she turned her head slightly, side-eyeing Ezel with a look so sharp, it could carve through steel.

"Only one person can pass through the rift at a time."

Her golden eyes narrowed.

"Do you have what it takes?"

The challenge stayed vacant in the air for a short while.

Ezel did not hesitate.

She lowered her head in deep reverence, then placed a fist to her chiseled chest.

"Trust me, General."

Her voice was plain.

There was no shred of unnecessary emotion in it.

"I will go. And I will not only secure a suitable mate for myself… but for many more of our sisters."

Her deep blue eyes glimmered.

"Beyond that, I will acquire the source of the beacon and forge a gateway for us. So that our sisters may join me… to reap the rewards of the men of this planet."

Spoken without a trace of hesitation.

Spoken as absolute truth.

Her mind was not clouded. Her soul was not burdened.

Her will was her own.

General Thalvion watched her in silence.

The stillness in the air stretched.

Then, with a single nod, the General accepted her words.

"Good."

She clasped her hands elegantly behind her back.

It added to her already imposing posture.

"There's no guarantee the men of this backwater planet called Terra are sexually reliable."

Her voice was level. Calculating.

"But the fact that a Dravek beacon is there…"

Her eyes darkened.

"Means there's a Dravek."

There was a sharp spark of uncertainty that crossed Ezel's face for the first time.

"The Draveks? I thought they died off long ago."

There was an edge of disbelief in her tone.

"That their technology still exists is already a miracle. But a pure-blooded Dravek? That's… impossible."

Thalvion descended.

Not in haste. Not with fanfare. Just absolute grace.

Yet, despite now standing at Ezel's level, she remained above her.

Because rank was not dictated by height.

It was dictated by power.

"We must exercise faith."

Her blue gaze bore into Ezel's very being.

"Few of us remember the taste of a real man. Fewer still have experienced what it means to be claimed by one. Our sex holes have hungered long enough and I can find myself going crazy at the thought of having a man dominate me in bed… more and more, I find myself soaked."

She turned, her tone growing colder.

"If we do not offload this energy soon…"

She exhaled.

"It will consume us. It will consume this planet. And we will be forced to conquer another."

Her hands, still elegantly folded behind her back, tightened slightly.

A warning. Maybe… a prophecy.

Ezel bowed deeper.

"Understood, General. I will not fail."

Thalvion's gaze narrowed further.

"You better not."

Then—

Without another word, Ezel twisted the high-tech bracelet around her left wrist.

The moment she did, the air screamed.

A unique, pulsating soundwave burst forth and generated a violent distortion in space-time.

The very fabric of reality shuddered.

A spiraling rift tore open before her.

And without a second's pause—

She disappeared into it.

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Metro City – Midnight

The streets were quiet.

Only a handful of cars rumbled through the darkened roads as their headlights flashed against the towering skyline.

Down in the shadowed alleyways of West District, there was a well-dressed man leaning against a streetlamp with his phone pressed to his ear.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the stocks are crashing. I'm not a flipping wanker, my guy. Which is exactly why it's the perfect time for the pump and dump, idiot."

He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated.

"Just hype it, sell it, and get us that damn profit before we both end up bankrupt—"

Click.

His phone switched off.

The streetlights around him flickered.

His annoyance shifted to confusion.

"Huh? What the hell──?"

He tapped the screen. Nothing.

He pressed the power button. No response.

He grit his teeth.

"Hello? HELLO?! You better have heard me, 'cause I'm not repeating myself!"

Then──a spark.

A faint, flickering blue glow in the darkness.

It pulsed.

Rhythmic. Hypnotic.

The man's breath hitched.

Something about it felt… wrong.

Unnatural.

Then—the glow flared.

And the night was swallowed whole.

Ezel had arrived on Earth.

The businessman—well-dressed, arrogant, and thoroughly pleased with himself just moments ago—now found himself walking deeper into the shadowed alley, drawn in by an almost magnetic force.

The flickering streetlights buzzed like angry insects.

The pavement under his expensive shoes felt cold.

Unusually cold.

Then, he saw her.

A figure standing at the very end of the alley, bathed in the faint neon glow of a distant sign.

She wasn't just a woman. No, that word was too small, too weak to contain what he was looking at.

She was built.

Like a warrior goddess molded from steel and raw power.

Her body was sheer perfection—muscles defined yet elegant, thick thighs that could crush a man whole, a core so sculpted that even under her form-fitting combat attire, the ridges of her abs stood proud. The way her body curved, the way her posture radiated authority—it made something in his chest tighten, and something much lower… stir.

His mouth went dry.

His tongue flicked out instinctively, wetting his lips.

"Oh my… what I would do just to get a lick of those juicy, salty thighs…"

His voice came out low, husky, as if spoken on impulse.

He swallowed hard.

How could they be so thick? So… strong?

His mind swam with images he didn't dare put into words, but the devilish smirk curling his lips screamed out the pure depravity bubbling beneath the surface.

A little more thought, and he just might've started rubbing his hands like some cartoon villain.

Then—she moved.

Not fast. Not aggressive.

Just a single, deliberate step forward.

And when she did… she smiled.

It wasn't just a smile. It was a statement.

It was seduction and certainty wrapped in one devastating curve of her lips.

His chest tightened again. His breath came in shallow.

And suddenly—he felt a craving unlike any he had ever known.

"I sensed your Dravekian beacon…" s

Her voice was smooth but edged with heavy maturity.

"I came here as fast as I could."

Her blue eyes gleamed in the darkness, locking onto him like a predator analyzing its prey.

The businessman chuckled, stepping closer. His hands moved to his belt and his fingers unbuckled it without hesitation.

"I dunno about some Dravekian beacon shit…"

He murmured as his grin widened.

"But I got a beacon in my pants, and I think it should have your mouth on it."

She watched him. Calm. Unmoved.

Then, she took another step.

"I am Ezel…"

She spoke with absolute authority.

"High-ranking officer of Pontius V, of the Gelmis Quadrant."

Her voice. That voice. It had an effect on him.

His mind barely processed what she was saying—he couldn't stop staring at her thighs, at the sheer power they held, at the things he wanted them to do to him.

"Yeah, sure… whatever…"

He was now staring at her breasts.

Then, without warning, her hand was on his cheek.

The warmth of her palm sent a jolt through his body.

A shudder.

His smirk deepened as he glanced down.

Something poked at his expensive trousers.

"Wow…"

He exhaled, shaking his head.

"This is the first time I'm getting hard just from a touch. I should be ashamed."

Ezel's lips curled upward once more.

"There's no need for shame…"

Her voice was very silky and seductive.

It made him even harder.

"As long as you can satisfy me in bed… and give birth to Pontiach halfbreeds."

His head snapped up. His pupils shrank.

"Wait… what?"

She didn't blink. Didn't flinch.

"You will breed…"

She stated matter-of-factly.

"Raw. There is no other way."

His smirk twitched. Then, it widened.

"Hah. You want me to do it raw?"

He let out a low laugh.

"Lady, I can—"

Then—

"Ah──?! AH?!"

His body seized.

Pain—unbearable, incomprehensible—exploded through his core.

His hands shot to his crotch, gripping himself tightly as his face twisted into something grotesque.

His knees buckled. His breath came in strangled gasps.

"H-, HOLY SHIT! MY—MY D—"

Ezel's brow furrowed.

"Are Terrans truly this weak?"

She mused, tilting her head slightly.

"I haven't even done anything yet, and you're already facing repercussions."

She took a step back and watched his convulsions with dispassionate curiosity.

"You're no Dravek."

Her blue eyes squeezed with mild irritation.

"You're just a liar."

The businessman's screams rose to a fever pitch.

His body trembled violently.

His vision blurred.

And then—

POP.

A wet, gruesome sound split the air.

His penis got so hard it exploded.

His body jerked one final time.

Then, silence.

Ezel exhaled through her nose.

Her eyes, devoid of pity, turned away from the lifeless husk at her feet.

The night was still again.

Her gaze lifted toward the darkened skyline of this primitive world.

She spoke to no one. But her words were fierce.

"Don't worry…" she murmured.

Her lips curled ever so slightly.

"I'll find him."