What Do You Mean I'm The Captain Of A Yandere Mercenary Company? Chapter 836: I’m Looking For Some Licenses (*R)

I'd declare the plan an outright success.

My ship was shifted to the station's maintenance bay, so I entrusted every last detail to my girls to manage.

Ries took the lead, procuring a massive array of materials from the company by pretending they were for repairing the Verlandi.

Truth be told, she didn't require every item she ordered; several were earmarked for her personal projects and for Renata to consume.

According to Ries, she plans to channel these traded materials into crafting additional weapons down the line.

She tapped the company channels because certain materials prove tough for ordinary folks to acquire, even via black market routes.

I steered clear of the nitty-gritty details, preferring ignorance for solid deniability should questions arise.

With my girls handling that side, I sought my own gain from the deal and headed to rendezvous with Rosalia and Friederike.

"Mnnn... We're profoundly thankful for your kindness, Miss Tera... Slurp~"

"Haa... Haa... Slurp, slurp~ Exactly... They have no clue how fortunate they were..."

Gazing down, I watched the pair shamelessly suck and lick my cock, collaborating eagerly to bring me to release.

No sooner had I entered their lab than they dragged me here, seated me, yanked down my pants, and dove right in.

Aware they aimed to placate me, I simply allowed it, lounging in the chair as the duo lavished oral attention on me.

"I’m gonna cum..." I gasped.

The two seized my cock with their hands, stroking the shaft furiously while Rosalia engulfed the tip with her mouth.

I lost control and unleashed, firing my honey straight into her mouth.

Her cheeks ballooned as she struggled to hold it all, excess honey dribbling from her lips.

Friederike wasted no time, lapping up the overflow from Rosalia’s mouth before whipping around to face me.

"M... Miss Tera? You... You cum honey?"

Oh shit...

Rosalia gulped down my honey, her body convulsing wildly; the bunny futa toppled to the floor, hips thrust skyward, her cum soaking through her pants.

Oh shit, oh shit... I messed up...

Friederike glanced at her climaxing companion and promptly sealed her lips around my cock, sucking voraciously for another helping.

I gasped yet permitted it, deciding to roll with the revelation now out in the open.

She persisted until pressure surged in my balls once more; I bucked my hips, blasting the second load of honey into her mouth.

Like her partner, Friederike swallowed and erupted in orgasm, writhing on the floor so fiercely I feared she might be seizing.

As Friederike wailed her ecstasy on the ground, Rosalia regained composure and approached me with ravenous eyes.

I hastily tugged up my pants to conceal myself, earning a crestfallen pout from the bunny futa.

Clearing my throat, "Apologies, but... business first..."

She sulked, "We can talk while my mouth's wrapped around your cock and you flood my throat with another dose of that yummy cum!"

Raising a finger, "You'll get that plus a solid fuck once we're through. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Fine... Now onto why I came here... Plus, I'll need to inform the girls we might have two new honey junkies eager to buy more from us...

Extra Credits incoming... Still, I can't fathom what's so addictive about my honey that drives folks wild...

"So what do you need, Miss Tera?!" Rosalia pressed, itching to wrap up and resume fellating me. "Issues with the ship repair materials we supplied?"

"Nope... Or not that I know of... Ries hasn't flagged anything.

"Then those scum who tried stealing what's yours causing headaches?"

"Not that either... But I'm wondering what became of those two corpses you gunned down?"

She blinked blankly, as if forgetting the cold-blooded kills, then gasped, "Oh! Them! Well... They got-- Ah... Sorry, can't say... Company rules... You're not full-time staff..."

I arched a brow, "Seriously? What's the big secret? You didn't turn them into zombies or anything, did you?"

Her eyes bulged, "How did you--"

She clapped a hand over her mouth upon realizing her slip, leaving me to stare her down.

So... yeah... I'll just... act like I didn't catch that... And absolutely no desire to learn more...

This universe is utterly twisted.

Clearing my throat once more, "Ahem... Anyway... Right... Oh yeah, the main topic."

Rosalia seized the escape I offered and bobbed her head, "Yes, yes! Exactly! What's up?"

"Ahem... Right... See, I'm after a cooking license..."

"Ah, got it!! Theresa mentioned it! We can set that up!! We partner with a cooking school to supply chefs for our stations! A recommendation letter from us guarantees entry!"

"Actually... Could we skip the school and snag the license directly?"

She winced, "Sorry, Miss Tera... That's beyond my pull... The Organisation of Cooks holds more sway than our company... Even the boss couldn't swing it..."

Huh... Hold on...

"Organisation of Cooks?" I echoed.

She affirmed, "They handle all cooking license issuances."

"I figured schools managed that."

"Schools train them, but Organisation examiners pass or fail for licensing."

Ugh... All I want is official cooking rights and legit gear, not black market junk... Why so damn bureaucratic...

I dismissed with a wave, "Alright... Gimme the letter... I'll hit the school post-mission."

Rosalia nodded, "Smart move... So... that's everything?"

"Not quite... One more favor I need your aid on."

She leaned in, eyes gleaming with intrigue... Or maybe just honey lust...

"Can you hook me up with... a dog license?"

She inhaled sharply, recoiling as if I'd demanded a nuke.

Given what dogs represent here, it might as well be one.

"Why... would you want that?" she whispered.

"Believe it's 'cause I love dogs?"

Her stare screamed disbelief.

Luckily, she dropped it—likely since I'm not looped in on their corpse-to-zombie habit or whatever.

She fished out her terminal, fiddled briefly, then met my gaze.

"I can sort it... But first, you help us with something... Not payment—we'd gift it after the Verlandi work—but it needs clearance from higher-ups you'll have to satisfy..."

I shrugged, "Fine, if it scores the license..."

"I'll place the calls... Anything else?"

"Nah, we're good."

"So umm..."

I sighed, "Yeah, yeah... Have at it..."

I dropped my pants, and she lunged onto my cock, moaning blissfully at the flavor.

Geez, easy there...