What Do You Mean I'm The Captain Of A Yandere Mercenary Company? Chapter 837: The Thieves’ Punishment

From those two, I snagged several valuable items, especially a contact we can dial up to secure that dog license.

Or... To be more precise... It’s known as the ’Bio-Weapon license’.

Evidently, certain folks out there domesticate alien beasts for... Various purposes...

I mention that since folks acquire these beings for all sorts of uses, such as pets, guards, combat units, and... Um... For intimate encounters...

Yeah... I wasn’t keen on learning that either, but... When I browsed the GalaNet to check which creatures qualify under this license...

One entry featured an alien entity shaped like a human female, but with gray skin and apparent breasts on its torso. It had no facial details except for full, red lips and hair resembling tendrils. Its bio-weapon status stemmed from resistance to small arms and claws capable of shredding steel.

And yes... It possesses a vagina... And it can reproduce...

Encountering such a being... I suppose it’s clear why some seek these creatures for sexual purposes.

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I kinda want one myself now...

Ahem... Moving on... Obtaining that license requires either major influence and military connections... Or performing military tasks that necessitate it.

For our group, we’ll pursue the second route.

As the leading producer of Exo-Knights, the firm naturally maintains strong military links and secures defense contracts.

Though they can’t leverage that to grant me a private license, Rosalia and Freiderike possess military contacts able to line up assignments for me that result in getting the license.

The upside is the military covers the steep license costs, which are exorbitant otherwise.

I’m uncertain about the missions they’ll assign, but they guaranteed nothing beyond our capabilities.

Indeed, witnessing our handling of the two prior incidents, they were certain we’d excel spectacularly.

Moreover, with three Psionics in my crew, they noted no task would overwhelm us regardless.

Tough to dispute that...

We agreed to contact the military liaison for the job once the Verlandi repairs finish, expected in a week or two.

While away, we’ll also deliver the turtle we’re concealing aboard our vessel.

Regarding that turtle... It devours meat exclusively and accepts the current feeding regimen without issue, easing our care.

Renata oversees it, though her evident fascination raises slight concerns, yet I chose to let her proceed. Especially as she’s the sole one safe from any aggressive bites.

Post-that day, our routines shifted somewhat.

Ries devoted herself entirely to Verlandi repairs, assigning the thieves to assist her, though I question their utility.

My other girls continued as test pilots, conducting Exo-Knight trials for the company.

For myself... I shifted to serving as Rosalia’s and Freiderike’s dedicated tester.

Given the rarity of Psionic test pilots, they optimized my team’s involvement maximally.

Naturally, they concealed my Psionic nature from others, framing me as their personal tester to compensate for my ship’s damage via special privileges.

I had no gripes with the setup, as it advanced their promised custom Exo-Knights for us.

Naturally, post-test debriefs in their lab—leaving us all utterly nude—served as an added bonus.

Three days post-ship theft, I faced an idle day since the researchers tackled another project.

Thus, I opted to visit Ries and inspect the Verlandi’s progress.

The maintenance hangar lay nearby, and I spotted my ship amid a crowd of spectators.

Unlike prior open access, now they viewed from afar, owing to ongoing fixes and the recent theft.

As I navigated onlookers, one sighed, “They steal the ship and then get to be up close and personal with it while we have to stay this far from it? It’s unfair, I say...”

Another chuckled, “I wouldn’t say that... They aren’t exactly having a good time right now after all...”

“Ha! If that’s all you needed to endure just to be close to an original Verlandi, I’d take their place any day!”

Curious about their chatter, I passed security who waved me through wordlessly, my identity known here.

Nearing the ship, pained groans echoed from its opposite side, drawing me around to investigate.

A peculiar scene unfolded before me.

Aligned in a row stood the thieves under Ries’s watch, each half-squatting while gripping a box.

Err... What?

“Boss! You’re here!” Ries’s voice rang from the ramp.

I pivoted to watch my Maochatte bound off the ramp, leaping into my arms as I braced to catch her mid-air.

“Nyaaa~ Bossss~” She purred, nuzzling my chest.

I stroked her head before eyeing the still-crouched thieves.

“What are they doing?”

Ries peeked from my cleavage, “Hmm? They’re helping me hold the materials of course. If they drop it, then I whip them~”

I blinked, unsure if I heard right.

“What’s... What’s the point of them doing that?”

“Hmm? To suffer of course~ What else?”

Ok... Fair enough... That’s the essence of this, I suppose... But...

“I mean... Aren’t they here to help you fix the ship? I don’t think they’re helping much if they’re just out here doing this...”

“Ehehe~ You don’t need to worry, Boss! I do put them to work as well, like helping me clean and do simple work that I know they can’t screw up~ Like right now!”

She bounded off to face them, “Alright! All of you can stop now~”

The group eased their boxes down gently before slumping onto haunches, gasping from prolonged strain.

Ries allowed brief recovery before huffing, “Alright. I want all of you to start cleaning the exterior of the ship! Every single inch of it has to be squeaky clean without a speck of dust! If any of you even puts a scratch on it, I will be smashing your face into the floor! You got that?!”

Groans rose, yet no rebellion emerged; they surprisingly obeyed, shuffling to tasks.

As I pondered Ries’s command over them, a familiar voice sounded behind.

“Mi... Miss Tera?”

I turned to find Theresa, anxious with tail swishing.

“Oh, hello Theresa. Is there something wrong?”

She glanced at the cleaners—including her boyfriend—before facing me.

“Could I... Talk to you in private for a moment?”

I glanced at Ries, who shrugged approval.

I nodded to the dragon girl, gesturing to the Verlandi, “Sure... Let’s go to my ship then.”

“Thank you.”

Hmm... I wonder what’s this about?