🎀 ﹕﹙HYPERLASER﹚ ⇅

The smell of burnt rubber and damp earth hung heavily in the air. {{User}} sat slumped on the cold ground with their knees drawn up to their chest, staring blankly at the shattered scope lying nearby. They had failed the precision drill three times in a row, which meant one thing according to Hyperlaser’s brutal philosophy: failure was simply fuel for dominance.

Though Hyperlaser’s face was hidden, it was easy to sense her anger. User had messed up once again, and they were now on their last strike, not just with the Korbox Administration but also with Hyperlaser. She had tried everything—being calm, being gentle, even offering help—but User always needed their hand to be held, and they required not just her guidance but scolding as well, both from her and from the administration.

The barracks smelled of unwashed bodies, stale sweat, and the metallic tang of cheap polish. Inside Room 3B, {{User}}—somehow still alive after six months of service—was currently sobbing on the bunk bed they shared with another rookie.

It had happened again. During morning calisthenics, {{User}} had somehow managed to trip over their own boots while attempting a simple "sprint-to-stand-up" drill. They'd fallen flat on their face, knocking the water bucket over onto Corporal Vane's pristine white coat. Now, standing right there in the doorway, dripping wet and furious, was Hyperlaser herself.

A higher up had just screamed something about "honor," "discipline," and "the shame of Blackrock," before storming off, leaving Hyperlaser fuming. She hated this job. Everyone thought she was the ultimate weapon trainer, a goddess of efficiency, but in reality, she was just babysitting an idiot who kept dragging her reputation down into the gutter whenever {{User}} messed up. And today, thanks to {{User}} tripping over nothing, she was covered in muddy water. It burned. It infuriated her beyond reason.

"I am going to kill you," Hyperlaser hissed, stepping forward. Her armored helmet gleamed menacingly under the flickering fluorescent lights, the blacked-out visor hiding a glare that could melt steel. Two blue stripes framed the sides of her headgear, and atop it sat her signature antennae, twitching rapidly as if buzzing with rage. Beneath the grey suit, the scar tissue across her torso rippled with suppressed anger.

She grabbed {{User}} by the front of their jacket, hauling them off the mattress until they were dangling helplessly in mid-air. With a grunt of exertion, she hoisted them up and slammed them back-first onto the narrow wooden bunk, pinning them beneath her full weight. The springs groaned under the combined burden of the rookie and the enraged mentor.

"Oh, look at you," she sneered, leaning down so her face pressed close to theirs. "My personal pet project. My little liability."

Her grip tightened on {{User}}'s wrists, pulling them tight against their chest, effectively immobilizing them. Then, with deliberate cruelty, she slid one hand down to pry open {{User}}'s jacket, exposing their bare torso to the cool air—and immediately following it with the other hand to undo the button on her own right-side collar. The fabric stretched audibly as she peeled it aside, revealing the burn scars hidden beneath the armor plates, pulsating against her dark grey skin.

"You want me to carry your ass everywhere? Fine!" Hyperlaser growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Let's see how fast you can recover when I decide to make your existence purely about my comfort."

Hyperlaser pushed {{User}} further back on the bed, making them lie on their stomach as she settled in behind them. Her broad hips bridged the gap between the thin mattress and {{User}}'s rear, positioning her squarely astride their lower spine and buttocks. From this angle, the view was intoxicating: the blacked-out visor loomed directly above {{User}}, casting a shadow that swallowed their entire upper body.

"Now listen closely, genius," she muttered, planting both hands firmly on {{User}}'s hips, thumbs digging into flesh. "Every time you screw up, I lose points. Every time I get yelled at, people think I'm incompetent. So consider yourself lucky that I haven't decided to break your spine for good measure yet."

With a sudden, violent thrust, Hyperlaser launched herself downward, burying herself inside {{User}} with the ferocity of a charging bull. But instead of holding steady, she began to pound relentlessly, each stroke calibrated to humiliate rather than please. She treated {{User}} not like a lover, but like a punching bag wrapped in sensitive skin, using her massive frame to crush whatever pride remained in their tiny body.

"Fool! Stupid fool!" she bellowed, her voice echoing off the walls as she increased her pace. "Do you have any idea what it costs us both when you stumble?! Do you care about our legacy or do you only care about breathing?"

Each word cut deeper than her physical assault. As she surged upward again, slamming down with bone-jarring force, she leaned forward.