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Chapter 78: Take-Off, Towards The Planet Of Visero!

“No.” The Commander interrupted. “We still need to maintain order. We need to have a proper schedule, and to stick to it.”

“Always so tense. You’re not commanding a hundred-people unit anymore.” Raya whispered.

“No. The numbers don’t change anything. Rea. Go check. Now.”

“I’d… Uh…” Rea scratched her head. “I would rather not.”

“Ha? You’re the one who said we needed to delay take-off.”

“Can’t you send someone else? I need to prepare for take-off.” Rea lied. “How about you, Liz?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Liz almost shouted.

“Ugh, whatever…” Raya lazily pushed herself off her seat. “I’ll go.”

“I’ll come with you.” Kris hurriedly stood up, following her.

“Sure, sure.”

***

They pushed the door leading to the vault open and,

“Oh.”

“What took so long?” Kris asked.

In front of them stood the Paru, three steps away from being through the stairway.

‘I really took my time, huh?’ He thought to himself before shrugging.

The Paru walked up to the door, and handed the key to Raya.

“Well, I can’t blame you.” Kris scratched his head. “It must be stressful for her, with the seat belts and all…”

“Oh, yeah.” Raya placed the key into one of her coat’s pockets. “Didn’t think of that. Being restrained like that for the first time must be extremely stressful, especially when left alone and…” She drifted off, her gaze lingering on the Paru’s swinging member. “Since she’s used… To being free and all… In the wild.”

“Yes.” Kris nodded. “I feel guilty, to be honest. We’re already taking her from her native Planet… She came because she wanted to, but still…”

The Paru walked beyond them and scratched his chin.

‘That was so fucking good…’ He thought to himself.

The female Granilith had been left alone, but she didn’t mind.

She knew that her mate would soon come back.

The Paru, having already experienced take-off, knew that using all of the belts wasn’t necessary. They were only needed in the event of an accident or turbulence.

The female Granilith pushed her butt back until it touched the back of the chair, raised her legs to place her hills at the edge of her seat, and wrapped an arm around her legs.

A faint smile remained on her face, as waves of pleasure continued to rise sporadically.

Her free hand remained close to her crotch, sporadically coming into contact with her sensitive lower lips, from which drops of fluids, a mix of his and hers, lingered.

The female Granilith held closer the blanket that her mate had gently covered her with.

…

The crewmates had all assembled inside the command room.

Kris and Raya entered the first.

“Tsk.” Al clicked his tongue as he failed to grab the key that had been thrown his way.

The Paru entered the room, and all eyes were on him right away.

Some tried to avert their gazes as quickly as possible.

“I guess I can’t have you on my legs now, huh?” Kris chuckled.

Most turned towards him with confused expressions on their faces.

“What? Back then, when he was… Ugh, whatever.” He muttered before taking a seat.

The Paru stood around for a moment, scanning the room.

It was the same room, but with his height having changed to such a degree, it looked much smaller.

There were more than forty seats within the command room and plenty of space to move around, so it wasn’t a small room by any means.

Despite there only being eight crewmates, they sat dispersed, multiple seats separating them from one another, in different rows and lines.

‘I guess there’s enough space for everyone to sit where they want… Or maybe they’re taking the same seats they used to, when the rest of them were still here.’

There was a time when none of these seats were empty.

Now, the large majority of them were.

‘Which one should I take…? It would be weird, right? Taking someone’s seat. A dead comrade’s… Maybe I’m just overthinking this.’

The crewmates were all watching him, but none told him to hurry up and take a seat. Nor did they tell him which seat to take.

Thanks to there being plenty of seats, their fields of vision were lessened.

Liz and Roka could easily look in his direction while hiding his crotch from themselves with the seats separating them.

‘Should I sit at the front, next to Rea? Or…?’

Rea relaxed back into her seat, gazing at the Paru from the corner of her eye.

“Ready whenever.” She turned towards the Commander, Roka.

“Alright. Uh, go sit next to Raya. Or Kris. Just hurry it up.”

The Paru scratched his cheek.

Being restrained like that for the first time must be extremely stressful, especially when left alone and…

He walked towards the closest seat, made it rotate, and clicked on the button below it.

“Unscrewing it? Why?” Kris asked in a low voice.

Raya chuckled before standing up and walking to Al.

She extended a hand, and it took a bit for him to understand and hand her the key.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Roka cursed as the two exited the room.

“That’s pretty heavy, you know?” Raya muttered as the door closed behind them.

The Paru shrugged.

“Can’t leave her alone, huh? That’s nice. Take-off would be pretty stressful.”

They walked quietly for a bit, heading for the vault.

“It’ll take a bit for us to get to our destination. You won’t have to stay down there the whole way… Hopefully, she won’t have to either.”

Raya walked in front of him, with her hands inside her lab coat’s pockets.

“The place we’re going to is trouble. The Viscero can use and manipulate electricity, almost like magic. They can shoot it like lightning bolts. It’s sort of crazy, really.”

‘That does sound crazy.’ The Paru thought to himself. Crazy cool.’

“Alright,” Raya placed the key on top of the seat he was holding. “You can give it back whenever. Take off in five minutes. Make sure you’re both buckled up by then.”

The Paru nodded and started walking down the stairs.

‘Lightning bolts, electricity, magic… I can’t be sure if he understands what I’m talking about, but if he does then it obviously goes beyond intelligence. Even concepts like minutes he understands…’ Raya stared at the stairway for a bit. ‘He’s as interesting as he is arousing.’

…

The noise, the shaking, the sensation of the ground below one’s feet moving.

It was all too much for the female Granilith.

She clung to him tightly with her shaking arms while keeping her eyes closed and her face pressed against his chest.

In front of the Paru was an empty seat. Thankfully, the belts could be adjusted.

She was sitting on his lap. This way, he could hold her, and she could hold him.

It was the first time that the female Granilith felt the ground below her move.

Having her mate close made it much more bearable.

He was the strongest.

As long as she was with him, nothing bad would happen.

She held onto him tightly.