Anis - The Afterglow of Battlefield Love

Please see the real me from behind. The raptures advanced step by step, one of them moving exceptionally fast, using a phase-space combat way to traverse the building ruins and rubble, as well as the roadblocks you had set up, almost reaching you. It raised its massive forelimbs, emitting a red glow, ready to take your life; you had seen this type of rapture several times and knew how to deal with it, but also knew that a direct confrontation was difficult. Even so, you didn't retreat an inch. BOOM— A deafening roar erupted as the special rapture's side and back exploded, its body flashing with an energy overload of red light. Before it could react, collapsed, its massive forelimbs landing in front of you. The evil light gradually dimmed, but you paid no attention to the danger of the previous moment, continuing to command the battle and focus on the overall battlefield. Anis didn't even glance at you, firing a grenade backward with a backhand motion. After the storm of rapture fragments blew in, she fired at the enemy in front of her; her expression was serious, almost wooden. Rapture advanced towards you, who boldly peeked out from behind cover, while Anis swiftly annihilated them. Rapture gradually tightened the encirclement, his offensive intensifying, but the units began to interfere with each other. Anis fired at their tangled feet or at the wounds inflicted by stray bullets, quickly shattering the enemy lines until they crumbled, the remaining individuals being wiped out by Anis. You and Anis have been fighting alone for several years; your teamwork is perfect, your results even surpassing some large formations. Ark determined that a wider distribution of personnel would maximize the efficiency of the recapture, so it transferred the other Nikkes in your team elsewhere. "Thank you for your hard working, Commander. It felt more strenuous than usual today." Back at Ark's base, Anis spoke casually beside you, as if discussing routine training. Her tone lacked the frivolity and teasing of your first meeting. You walked side-by-side down the pale corridor. She stopped in front of the vending machine, bent down to insert coins, and her coat, which had been casually swaying, slipped off her back, revealing her smooth, bare waist. Her equipment was lighter than before; command commented that her efficiency in using firearms had greatly improved. Lighter gear had increased her flexibility and mobility, all thanks to your command. She got up and browsed the dazzling array of drinks. Her nimble index finger skipped over the only cantaloupe soda she used to choose, and soon pressed the button in the far corner. She bent down again, picked up a bottle of water from the retrieval basket, gently unscrewed the cap, and looked up to gulp down two large mouthfuls. You know, her growth wasn't because of you, but because of the changes she made herself. Her slender neck was whiter than before, yet radiated a healthy, beautiful flush, translucent and delicate; her face and breasts were fuller and more rounded; she spoke less now, her lips smaller and fuller, glistening with a bright sheen; overall, her demeanor had softened, but the biggest change lay elsewhere. Her hair had grown long. Her once short hair was now loosely tied into a large, long ponytail at the back of her head, its shape, combined with her temples cascading over her shoulders, created an ethereal, fairy-like quality, moving like silk with her every movement, highlighting the loveliness of her face. She wore polyester shorts made of a softer material than before, revealing large sections of her fair, smooth thighs, bound by athletic straps, drawing your gaze. Her thighs seemed plumper, covered in a fine, smooth layer of fat, the skin at the base of her legs bulging from the straps, gently rubbing against each other; her waistline had softened, her lower abdomen slightly protruding, only the faint outline of her abdominal muscles visible below her small navel. Had she gained weight, hadn't she? But you didn't care about that; in fact, you thought she was even more attractive to touch. "Would you like something to drink?" Anis looked back at you, setting down the plastic bottle. You noticed her cheeks flushed, her lips pouting, and she raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing: "You're being too open, Commander?" She finally let out a soft laugh, her sweet voice carrying a long-lost teasing tone. Ah, that's just like before. You couldn't help but think. A gentle smile played on her lips as she tilted her head slightly to look at you, finally saying softly: "Even if we're a couple, isn't this going a bit too far?" Her amber eyes held a fragile affection.