Chapter 394: Absolute Worst Case Scenario

Roka’s eyes opened in the middle of the night.

It was the fifth night, with only two remaining before reaching Borg.

She rubbed her tired eyes, yawned, and rose to sit upright.

Only the weak, reddish lights on the walls were turned on. Roka could tell it would be a couple more hours before "day" came.

She turned her head to the right, towards Cero’s bed, curious to see how he was sleeping.

It had become a bit of a habit for Roka to check on the sleeping Cero anytime she woke up in the night, ever since they had slept in the same bed.

She would, each time, watch him sleep for a moment, debate whether or not to hop into his bed and sleep alongside him, remember that night on Wor when she had.... And decide that it would be better not to make any moves while he was asleep.

By now, Roka was convinced that Cero wouldn’t mind sleeping next to her. Still.

But this night turned out different.

Despite the reddish lights, Roka could not see his sleeping body or face from her bed. With a slight frown, she extended herself upward and forward to get a better look. No luck.

Roka rose from her bed and walked closer, only to find his bed empty. She asked herself if Cero had gone to the bathroom. That was probably it.

She laid a hand on his bed and found its warmth comforting. If she hopped on and he came back to find her asleep in his bed, would Cero snuggle up next to her, or would he take her empty bed on the other side of the room?

Roka was not sure.

She heard noise coming from outside and, on her tippy-toes, walked up to the door, pressing her ear against it.

Dead silent.

Before Roka knew it, the door was open, and she stepped outside the room.

Thoughts of the previous day resurfaced as she laid eyes on the table at the center of the ship’s main room, of the numerous times Gina and Tina undercut her so they could get closer to Cero... They weren’t subtle about it at all. Their aim was so obvious.

Roka chased those thoughts away and walked to the center of the overly bright room. She even needed to hide her eyes with a hand. The lamp above was shining brighter than Wor’s sun on most days.

Curiously, the bathroom was open, and empty.

Roka then assumed Cero would be in the command room.

Nolan might be asleep, but the crewmates could still walk in there to get a nice view of the space around them, as well as the numerous planets, moons, and asteroids they were passing by.

"I hope he isn’t touching anything..." Roka whispered to herself as she stepped towards the command room’s door.

She was fully aware that Cero had better sense than to mess with the commands that Nolan, the navigator, had purposefully left in carefully chosen and calculated settings. After all, during the trip from Serolia all the way back to Wor, Cero had only messed with the commands once, and Rea was right there to fix them right after. Roka was there to witness it, through the door left ajar, as well as the aftermath... An aftermath she would much sooner forget.

Another sound resonated. A sound just like the one that had called her to the door earlier.

It came from Tina’s room, the one furthest from Cero and Roka’s. Between the two was Gina’s room, dead silent just like the rest of the ship.

Roka couldn’t exactly tell why or when she had veered off course and started walking towards Tina’s room instead of the command room.

The strange sounds grew louder and louder the more Roka walked towards that door, yet she didn’t seem to get any closer to it.

Her heart was about to explode. Various feelings blended, mixed, and wrestled inside her, creating visceral discord that led to her stomach aching and throbbing.

A click resonated, and Roka was inches away from the door.

The click came from the other side of that door, but Roka could tell that someone had laid hands on the door handle.

The door was slowly opened, and Roka was met by a familiar face.

"Wha... What are you doing here...?"

Roka was beyond confused.

What confused her even more than that person’s presence was the expression on their face.

Almost like they felt sorry for her? No, like they were reprimanding her.

It was a scolding look, a scolding expression, accompanied by a single exclamation.

"Uwa."

Roka’s confused eyes slowly drifted towards the rest of the room, and she felt a dozen knives turn their pointed tips at her aching stomach.

"..."

The twins were on the ground. Seated on their knees, their fat asses lying on their heels. Their bodies adorned nothing but thin g-strings.

Gina slowly turned towards Roka.

Her face was covered in sweat... And other things.

"What are you doing here?" Gina asked. Her tone held anger, though she did not raise her voice. There was a hint of disgust in there as well.

Tina, on the other hand, was busy. The sounds were coming from her. She was choking, struggling to keep the entirety of that massive, throbbing cock down her throat.

Roka’s eyes slowly travelled up his body.

"Cero...?" Her whisper was inaudible. Even she couldn’t hear her own voice. She had no voice.

At the same time, he took his eyes off the twins, tightened his grip over Tina’s head, and pushed his hips upward.

"I’m..." He whispered once his gaze met Roka’s. "I’m sorry." He said as he blew a massive load down Tina’s throat.

The knives pierced Roka’s stomach, and she almost screamed.

The pain and fear jolted her into gasping awakefulness.

Roka’s eyes opened. She was inside her room, inside her bed... And she leapt out as quickly as she could, hurrying to Cero’s bed

He was fast asleep, facing the wall with his back towards her.

The sweaty, heavy-breathing Roka wiped her face, pulled on his blanket, and hopped into his bed.

Roka stuck close to Cero’s sleeping body, burying her face into his wide back, and even put an arm around him, so he couldn’t go into either of the twin whores’ rooms without waking her up.