Chapter 130: Nami’s resolve. Gate Failure. Enchanting La Paz and Torreón. +18

You work your tongue in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, feeling Nami's thighs tremble against your shoulders. Her hips roll forward seeking more pressure, but you keep the pace languid, teasing.

"Brad," she gasps, her voice breaking. "Please, I need-"

You press your mouth more firmly against her, tongue flattening to provide the friction she's begging for. Her entire body arches in the captain's chair, hands still pinned by Kurumi's gentle grip on her shoulders.

"Master is very thorough," Kurumi purrs near Nami's ear, her heterochromatic eyes watching the navigator's face with interest. "You're trembling so beautifully."

Nami's response dissolves into a keening moan as you slide two fingers inside her, curling them upward while maintaining the steady rhythm with your tongue. Her inner walls clench around your fingers, slick and hot, her arousal coating your hand.

"Fuck, fuck, Brad-" Nami's voice climbs higher, desperate. "I'm going to-"

You increase the pressure, sucking her clit between your lips while your fingers pump faster. She shatters with a sharp cry, her legs locking around your head as her orgasm crashes through her. You keep working her through it, drawing out every wave until she's shaking, oversensitive.

When you finally pull back, her brown eyes are glazed, chest heaving. You rise to your feet, leaning over her to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. She tastes herself on your tongue and moans softly.

"Kurumi, you can let her go once she's ready," you murmur against Nami's lips.

You trail kisses down her throat to her breasts, taking one nipple into your mouth and sucking firmly. Nami's back arches, a fresh whimper escaping her throat, and Kurumi releases her wrists with a knowing smile.

Nami's hands immediately bury in your hair, holding you against her breast as you lavish attention on first one nipple, then the other. After several minutes, her breathing finally begins to steady.

You pull back slightly, your hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her still-sensitive nipples. "Nami, you've already noticed something," you say quietly. "During the night rotations, I clearly treat the virgins differently."

Nami's brown eyes focus on you more sharply, some of her usual sharpness returning despite her satiated state.

"So I'm asking," you continue, your fingers tracing slow circles. "Do you want to stay virgin and enjoy my mouth longer? Or do you want me to claim your virginity now that you're my woman?"

Nami's expression shifts immediately, almost irate. "That's not how this works," she says firmly, her voice carrying her familiar commanding edge despite her nudity. "I'm yours, Brad. You take me whenever you choose. That's what the contract means." Through the telepathy web, her voice comes privately, intense: And I'm still claiming my daily captain's bonus. This didn't count for it.

You blink, slightly shocked by her outright rejection of the choice, but the permission implicit in her words - the reminder that she's given herself completely - sends heat flooding through you.

"Nami," you breathe, then surge forward to kiss her deeply, possessively. She responds immediately, her tongue meeting yours with equal hunger.

When you break the kiss, you're grinning. "Then I'm going to enjoy this mouth of mine on you a little longer."

You sink back between her thighs, and Nami's laugh turns into a moan as you press your tongue against her still-sensitive clit.

You shift your position between Nami's thighs, focusing entirely on her pleasure. Your tongue works in deliberate patterns against her clit, alternating pressure and speed as her breathing accelerates. Her hands tighten in your hair, hips rolling forward to meet your mouth.

"Brad, fuck, I'm-" Her voice breaks into a sharp cry as her second orgasm crashes through her. Her thighs clamp around your head, inner walls pulsing against the fingers you've kept curled inside her. You work her through every wave, drawing it out until she's trembling and oversensitive.

When you finally pull back, her brown eyes are glazed with satisfaction. You rise to your feet, leaning down to kiss her deeply. "Thank you for being mine," you murmur against her lips.

"Always," she breathes, her voice still shaky.

You retrieve her clothing from where it fell earlier, perfectly clean thanks to the ship's Cleanliness enchantment. You dress her slowly, deliberately, savoring the way she watches you through half-lidded eyes. When you slide her top around her shoulders, your hands linger on her breasts, thumbs brushing her still-sensitive nipples. She gasps softly.

"He enjoys his aftercare," Kurumi observes from behind the chair, her heterochromatic eyes gleaming with approval.

Once Nami's fully dressed, you turn to Kurumi, pulling her close and kissing her gently. "Thank you for helping her. That was perfect."

Kurumi's expression softens, genuine warmth beneath her perpetual arousal. "I enjoyed supporting her, Master. Watching you care for your women is... satisfying."

"Come on," you say, taking her hand. "Let's go play with magic on the flight deck for a while."

The two of you make your way through the ship's corridors to the open flight deck. The afternoon sun warms the metal surface, ocean breeze carrying salt spray. You move to a clear area away from parked helicopters and vehicles.

"What are we attempting?" Kurumi asks, standing beside you with interest.

"Gates still," you reply. "There are a number of girls who want to return home, while several have chosen to stay and there are some worlds I bluntly won't risk opening to. The ones who want to return deserve the option."

You extend your hand, focusing your mana into the Gate spell framework. The air shimmers, pressure building as magical energy coalesces-

Nothing.

You frown, adjusting the targeting parameters, trying different imagery based on what you know about the travelers' origins.

Still nothing.

"Interesting," Kurumi murmurs. "The spell structure is forming, but there's no destination anchor. Like trying to open a door when there's no doorframe."

You try again, pouring more mana into the attempt. "Which doesn't make sense, I can open a portal through a picture, so this should be working..." The shimmer intensifies but never stabilizes into an actual portal.

"Master," Albedo's voice comes through the telepathy web. "Robin has made contact with Mexican survivors. Carlos Mendoza from La Paz marina. He's listening to her broadcast now."

You stride back through the corridors with Kurumi at your side, replying through the telepathy web. "That was faster than expected. We'll be right there."

The command center hatch opens to reveal C.C. leaning over Robin's console, her green hair falling forward as she adjusts transmission controls. Violet stands at attention near the communications array, her regenerated fingers steady on the frequency dials. Albedo has returned, standing near the tactical display with her wings folded neatly behind her white gothic dress.

"-confirmación pública de que acepta nuestra asistencia mágica," Robin's voice carries clearly through the speakers, her Spanish fluent and precise.

A male voice responds, rough with emotion and exhaustion. "Sí, sí, por supuesto. Ochocientos veintitrés personas aquí. Combustible para tres días más, tal vez cuatro si racionamos más estricto. Lo que sea que pueda hacer - cualquier cosa - aceptamos. Públicamente. Lo grabaré, lo transmitiré, lo que necesite."

You frown slightly, catching maybe one word in five. Combustible might mean fuel? The rhythm is Spanish, definitely, but Robin's responding in what sounds like perfect English to your ears - except her mouth movements don't quite match the words you're hearing.

C.C.'s gold eyes flick toward you, recognizing your expression. "He's accepting your offer," she says quietly in actual English. "Eight hundred twenty-three survivors. Three to four days of fuel remaining with strict rationing. He'll record public acceptance, broadcast it, whatever you need."

You say, processing. "He's speaking Spanish and I'm hearing... what Robin's saying doesn't sound like English but I understand it perfectly."

"The translation effect," C.C. confirms. "Dimensional travelers hear their native language. You're hearing English because that's your baseline. Carlos Mendoza is speaking Spanish, but Robin hears Japanese, Violet hears her language, and so on."

Kurumi moves beside you, her heterochromatic eyes bright with interest. "Master, this is delightful. He has no idea we're scattered across linguistic origins."

Robin continues speaking - whatever language she's actually using. "Entonces está de acuerdo públicamente en aceptar infraestructura mágica a crédito. Si no recibe los encantamientos, no debe nada. Si los recibe, la deuda es por servicios futuros."

"Sí, completamente de acuerdo," Carlos responds immediately. "Grabaré esto ahora mismo. Transmitiré en todas las frecuencias que tengamos."

You pull up the tactical display, zooming to the satellite view of La Paz. The highway-side gas station resolves clearly - single-story structure, fuel pumps visible, parking lot empty.

"He's recording his public acceptance now," C.C. translates as Carlos's voice shifts to a more formal broadcast tone.

You cast Scrying on the gas station, the spell forming effortlessly. Your vision splits—the command center remains visible peripherally while the gas station manifests in sharp detail. Twenty-three people occupy defensive positions around the building and what looks like a fortified perimeter, most armed with makeshift weapons. Fuel tanker trucks sit empty nearby.

You extend your hand, focusing your mana into Spectral Hand, then immediately teleport it to the gas station location. The invisible magical construct hovers above the building's roof.

Then you begin the enchantment.

Standard package - Interface, Connection, Network Node, Energy Conversion, Refuel, Repair, all the infrastructure elements. You deliberately slow the manifestation, letting the golden glow build gradually across the entire structure. Through Scrying, you watch survivors notice immediately - shouts, pointing fingers, people rushing from defensive positions to stare.

The glow intensifies, crawling across fuel pumps, spreading through the building itself, pulsing in visible waves.

Carlos's voice through the speakers shifts to awed disbelief. "Está... está brillando. Todo el edificio. Las bombas de combustible. Dios mío, es real."

"He sees it," Robin confirms unnecessarily, a smile touching her lips. "The whole building is glowing. The fuel pumps. He's confirming it's real."

The enchantment completes, the golden light fading to leave the structure pristine and fully operational. Through your connection to the Network Node, you check the new addition - La Paz Gas Station, generating mana, Refuel active, ready to provide unlimited fuel.

Carlos is still talking, his voice breaking. "Funciona. Las bombas - registran lleno. Combustible infinito. Esto es... no tengo palabras."

"The pumps are reading increasing," C.C. translates. "Infinite fuel. He's speechless."

You move beside Robin's station, your hand settling gently on her shoulder as you lean down. She glances up just as you press a soft kiss against her temple, and her blue eyes widen slightly before her expression softens.

"Well done," you murmur. "That contact was faster than I expected. Remember to include in your broadcasts that we're offering safety for dimensional travelers."

Robin's lips curve into a small smile, her professional demeanor warming. "Understood. I'll work that into the next transmission."

You straighten, already turning toward the hatch. "Now repeat the same offer for Torreón. Emphasize the Costco as a strategic warehouse location for inland distribution. It's likely empty and barren right now, but with enchantments it becomes a priceless hub."

"Targeting Colonel Vicente Ruiz's transmissions," Robin confirms, her fingers already adjusting frequency controls. "He's been broadcasting inventory updates from the various warehouses. I'll frame it as logistics support."

"Perfect," you say, moving toward the exit with Kurumi falling into step beside you. "Let me know if they accept."

C.C.'s voice follows you from her console, carrying dry amusement. "You're establishing infrastructure faster than they can process what's happening. Carlos is still filling his first tanker truck in La Paz."

Kurumi's heterochromatic eyes gleam as she walks beside you through the hatch. "Master, you've created two Mexican anchor points in twenty minutes. That's impressive political positioning."

"It's what they need," you reply, leading her down the corridor toward the flight deck. "And it establishes the credit-based precedent before anyone can argue about it."

Behind you, Robin's voice shifts into formal Spanish broadcast mode, her words carrying through the open hatch. "Atención, Supervivientes de Torreón. Ofrecemos infraestructura mágica sin costo inicial..."

The hatch closes, muffling her transmission.

Kurumi tilts her head slightly as you walk. "Where are we going, Master?"

"Back to the flight deck," you say. "I want to keep trying Gate attempts, maybe with different targeting approaches. There are people who deserve the option to go home."

You've barely taken three steps onto the flight deck when Robin's voice cuts through the telepathy web, precise and businesslike. "Brad, Colonel Ruiz is accepting. Recording his public statement now."

You stop mid-stride, blinking at the afternoon sunlight, then turn on your heel. Kurumi's laugh carries through, rich with genuine amusement. "Master, they're working faster than you can walk."

"Apparently," you mutter, heading back through the hatch.

The command center greets you with familiar displays and the soft hum of electronics. C.C. glances up from her console, one green eyebrow raised. Robin's fingers dance across controls while Violet monitors frequency channels. Albedo stands near the tactical display, her white gothic dress pristine, wings folded neatly.

"You succeeded too fast," you announce, injecting mock complaint into your tone. "I didn't even make it to the deck."

"Perhaps you should walk slower," C.C. observes dryly.

You move to the main console, pulling up your saved satellite imagery of Torreón. The Costco warehouse resolves clearly, massive rectangular structure, parking lot, loading docks.

"What did he say?" you ask, already focusing on the image.

"That he accepts magical infrastructure assistance on credit," Robin replies without looking away from her station. "He's broadcasting now on multiple frequencies, recording for verification. He emphasized the warehouse's strategic value for regional distribution."

You cast Scrying, your vision splitting between the command center and Torreón. The warehouse appears - fortified perimeter, defensive positions, survivors moving with military discipline. Colonel Ruiz stands near a radio setup, speaking into a microphone with calm authority.

Spectral Hand forms effortlessly, then teleports to hover inside the Costco office, a perfect forgotten screen on the wall.

You begin the enchantments. Interface, Connection, Network Node, Energy Conversion, Refuel, Repair. This time you again slow the manifestation deliberately, letting golden light build gradually across the entire massive structure. Through Scrying, you watch survivors notice - shouting, pointing, rushing to windows.

The glow intensifies, crawling across walls, spreading through loading bays, pulsing in visible waves that make the afternoon sunlight look dim by comparison.

Ruiz stops mid-broadcast, staring. His voice comes faint through your spell's connection, Spanish words thick with emotion. "Está sucediendo. La luz-todo el almacén-"

The enchantment completes. Golden light fades, leaving pristine infrastructure.

Through your Network Node connection, Torreón Costco registers: generating mana, Refuel active, ready to provide unlimited resources.

"He's confirming," C.C. translates quietly. "The light covered everything. The warehouse systems are active. He's..."

She pauses, listening.

"He's thanking God and asking who you are."