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- I don't know..., - the first mate seemed to come to his senses, but remained lying on me, raising his head.

The icicles of his blue eyes from under his flaxen-colored thick eyebrows stared intently at my face, excited by what was happening.

- This is really an obsession... some kind of... It's driving me crazy.

- Stop this madness! Get off me immediately! - I indignantly begged, pressed to the sofa by his weight, fidgeting under his tight trousers with strong thighs... deciding that the role of a prude would help me somehow avoid very close contact.

- Miru ... This has really gone too far! Get out of here! And anyway, I'm your boss!

- Taen... forgive me... but I myself don't understand why I'm here... but I don't want to leave... I just don't want to... Don't drive me away!

He pulled my face to his lips, cupping it in his palms, as if devouring me like his favorite delicacy... But this defies any explanation! This Miru is simply a crazy idiot! After all, this lustful bastard has passed through his hands an unthinkable number of women... I don't even doubt it... with such an appearance. I look much simpler - a thin athletic build, shorter than him... my face is just ordinary, nothing special... but now I am lying under a massive man, like a woman... fuck! This is truly humiliating! But... ha-hai! How hot it is at the same time... I practically melted from his passionate caresses... I was overcome with excitement... and what will happen next?

Suddenly, the side of the starship abruptly rocked from an external blow... and the howl of alarm deafened our hearing.

Holy shit! Someone in space attacked us... Could it be because of the drone that we destroyed during the day?

We, cursing, jumped up in a hurry and rushed in whatever clothes we could to the captain's bridge, where the duty shift, their faces as pale as death, were staring at the screens of the external surveillance cameras.

- Out of here! - I screamed in rage, realizing that the alien ship of unknown classification hanging overboard was not going to hesitate with the next blow.

We managed to grab the handrails on the walls, when the crazy speed jerked our ship forward in an unknown direction.

- It seems they are not pursuing... What course... Commander?

- Base... Rex! - this place came to my mind as it should be according to the instructions in such emergency cases.

The personnel excitedly discussed our unexpected adventure:

- They just shot at us... scared us... Commander...

- We had to respond...

- But how? Such a huge ship!

- Who are you anyway?

— Because of the destroyed drone... most likely!

— That's too much!

— They'll figure it out at the base... — I muttered gloomily, realizing that the Coalition may have an enemy, very advanced in technology.

… And that's a problem... especially for our crew...

A massive starship of such a level didn't chase us and probably sent a spy after us, and wow... how quickly they discovered our actions with their drone. Will the admiralty punish me for this?

General Darto came on the line when we were hanging in front of the airlock of the Rex base, hidden in the depths of a small lifeless planet.

On the screen, the sharp black-eyed gaze of a slim middle-aged brunette seemed to cling to my face.

— You acted correctly, Commander... with your equipment, you would not have survived... This is an unexpected attack from a civilization unknown to us... Who are they and why did they shoot... we have to find out.

— We have a psychic on board... She is quite capable of finding out what kind of civilization this is.

— She? — those dark-colored eyes suddenly flashed eerily, and the thin lips stretched into a frighteningly even line. — Bring her to me immediately!

…And why did I say this? Many times later I regretted that I mentioned Ahala... after all, she was immediately taken to the elevator when we were let inside the underground base.

She did not return for many hours and I, worried by bad suspicions, hurried to find out from the staff where my guest was placed.

— She is still downstairs...

— What are they doing with her there?

— ... she is being interrogated, — the base employee who approached answered. — Don't worry, your crew will be transferred to another ship so that you are no longer persecuted...

— But... what about our psychic?

— Ahala? The agency will take her without your participation.