This chapter has smutty situations.
Yeah...I mean technically I shouldn't give Kululu this much screen time, but this is the otp chapter so screw that idea.
Kurumois this chapter.
Kululu was thrown into a large metal room. It was the size of a normal bedroom but it didn't look anything like it. It looked more like a storage room.
Even her room isn't normal. Isn't natural. Kululu shuddered. He turned to the door desperately as it was locked shut. "LET ME OUT!" He screamed pathetically banging at the doors. He stopped, having hurt his side with the injury.
He didn't hear a sound behind him. He wondered if the Angol was in the room. He slowly tried to will his head to move to turn to see if she was there.
As if like a marionette she was sleeping, wires hooked onto her skin to keep her standing up as she slept as she desperately slept.
It was creepy to see her towering over him, but he felt a bit relieved that she was asleep. At least she didn't see him. His frightened sobs that he couldn't help woke her up though.
Her eyes fluttered open and she glanced at him. A moment of surprise flickered on her face to see him there.
Kululu tried to crawl backwards, holding his side. The pain was numbing down from Aki's torture. He hated to admit it, but the pekoponians did a good job of patching him up. His fingers were mostly healed along with his hands and the only thing that was still injured was his internal organs from the Angol's attack.
But that wasn't an injury anyone could see.
The angol struggled for a moment, trying to unhook herself from her strings.
"D-don't...Don't come any closer..." Kululu begged. The angol stopped trying to unhook herself.
She went back to sleep. Kululu sighed.
She...She listened. Maybe she was a replica of an angolian. It didn't make sense for a real angolian to be on this planet helping the pekoponians. Maybe she was a robot.
It definitely felt like she was programmed to follow a strict code of ethics that the pekoponians had ordered into her. Kululu tried to keep himself sane.
But instead he watched her, knowing that if he closed his eyes she might kill him.
That wasn't the only reason Kululu couldn't sleep. Another reason that Kululu hadn't slept was because the pekoponians had tried to torture him at least a little bit. They had put a cuff around his leg and plugged it into the wall that shocked him every so often with a strong electrical surge to keep him awake. Although Kululu was fine with electricity, even his body couldn't take it all the time. And his body was supposed to be healing.
It had been 20 hours. The Angol girl hadn't stirred in front of him and his mind was beginning to ebb away from the lack of sleep.
"Is she alive?" Kululu wondered. Maybe she was dead. He tried to get up. His leg was feeling much better.
He tried to have enough courage to poke her.
The angolian awoke. She unhooked herself from the strings. Kululu fled to the other side of the room and hid behind some boxes.
The angol opened her mouth for a moment. She looked confused.
Wait...Is she going to speak to me? Kululu wondered. He had never heard her talk. Did she have a will of her own?
The angol tried to muster up some words, struggling to speak. Her hand flew to her throat and she desperately got a few words out. "Hello. My name is Angol Mois."
It seemed to be a scripted speech. It didn't seem like a genuine thing to do, to introduce herself after almost killing him.
Maybe this is for the best. Naming one's fear makes it less abstract. Kululu decided. "Sergeant Major Kululu of the Keroro Platoon." Kululu finally spoke back. "We've met before as you already know." He sounded bitter. "Ku, ku, ku." He reminded himself to add his creepy laughter.
He waited for something else like an apology, but she was just quiet. She sat down slowly and looked at him.
"My primary mission is to protect Pekopon, and the Pekoponians here. My goal was to eliminate you." She finally spoke.
Pekopon, huh? So she still speaks like an alien. She's not fully one of the locals. Kululu decided. "Well you failed." Kululu tried to pretend that he wasn't afraid. To act like his normal jerk self.
At least she was talking now. He crossed his arms and glared.
"Angols don't have a pulse. I would never have known if you played dead..." She said quietly. She grabbed her throat as if she was in physical pain and coughed for several minutes. She then looked away and went to do another task, as if bored by Kululu.
Kululu was about to say something back, once he realized what she was saying. Wait a minute...Is she saying there was a way for me to survive that encounter? Why did she try to kill me if she didn't want to hurt me? Kululu was confused. He suddenly remembered how she had tried to force his eyes closed, as if she was trying to clue him in on what to do.
Kululu didn't trust her. Maybe she was trying to appear nice to her knew roommate. She didn't even ask why he was there. "Aren't you going to ask why I'm here?" Kululu asked.
"I can already guess. They need something from you, don't they?" Angol Mois frowned.
Kululu didn't confirm this. "Stay on that side of the room. I don't want you near me." He hissed. He knew threatening her might end his life, but he did it anyway.
Mois obliged.
Every time he closed his eyes flashes of Mois attacking him resumed in his mind. He knew he couldn't drop his guard. She hadn't talked for hours, going back to her hollow self. It frightened him.
Eventually there was a knock on the door. And a tray of food was brought in. The man who had it put it in front of Mois. It was Mois's meal of rice and some other things. But it was clear it was only rations for one.
Ku, ku, ku. So they're trying to starve me, huh? Kululu realized. He wasn't much of a fan of that torture tactic, after all he needed calories to heal his body.
Mois glanced at him. She slid the tray over.
"I don't want your pity." Kululu hissed. He didn't know if she was giving him pity. She didn't reply for a few moments.
"I...I don't have any orders against not eating." It was a statement, as if she was trying to say something. She turned around, not even looking at the food. It was as if she was saying 'It won't be my fault if you eat it'
Kululu ate despite himself. I won't accept her pity or half-hearted apology. I'm not going to be some happy roommate to her of all people. But he was hungry so he ate.
He slid the tray back after wards. "This doesn't make me forgive you or hate you less."
"I know." Mois responded, "I'm not trying to make you hate me less."
Kululu was confused. What was she doing then?
The only benefit besides trying to win me over as an ally for the pekoponians I suppose would be that I survive. But that doesn't benefit her in the least bit. He glanced at her realizing that the shaking had finally stopped.
It was replaced by confusion. They had been together for two days and she hadn't tried to hurt him once.
She looked over and crossed the line that he had made between them so he could have half of the room.
"Get back! I don't care if I die, I'll bite you or something if you get too close!" Kululu started shaking. Here was what he was expecting, an attack.
Instead she bent down to his leg, the one she hadn't crushed. She saw that it was shaking.
"N-no...Not the other one..." Kululu shook his head. "P-please. I haven't done anything wrong today! I didn't attack a school."
She slipped the cuff off that was shocking him.
Kululu's shaking ended. "They'll realize it isn't shocking anyone. I know how those things work." He finally said, "Someone monitors the shocks and the level of electricity from a control room. If they think I've taken it off they'll make it worse." He was confused why she had helped him. She didn't look like she was touching him now.
She nodded and strapped it onto her leg. "I've had enough of these to last a lifetime. I should be more used to them than you."
Kululu had no words. What's going on? Is she trying to make me drop my guard? That scared him even more. He didn't want to hope that he would survive this.
But he wasn't feeling in physical pain. He collapsed from lack of sleep while she was still there, his head falling in her lap.
She didn't touch him as he asked, but she let him sleep. For some reason it felt calming. She had never had a roommate before. You poor thing. I'm sorry they got to you too.
For once Kululu didn't have any nightmares as he slept on the lap of his greatest fear. If death came for him at least he would have a moment of peace.
When he woke up Mois was looking at him calmly.
"Ku!" Kululu was startled and backed away, desperately pressing himself up against the wall. After a few minutes he steadied his breathing.
He didn't need to be scared right now. He was better at this. He needed to know what Mois wanted from him. His captor.
"W-why are you helping me? Do you feel bad for me?" Kululu asked. "Why do you keep trying to make me feel better?"
"My programming doesn't have any order to kill you right now." Mois replied as if it was scripted.
Programming? So she is a robot. Kululu decided. "Wait...Right now? So if you have an order to kill me..." He gulped.
She would. She still wasn't his ally. She could end him at any time.
Mois didn't deny this. Instead she nodded.
Kululu felt calmer as if he knew how she worked. It made him feel secure to know how things worked in the world. She would kill him the moment she had an order. But right now she was safe. She was just a willless person who followed whatever the pekoponians told her.
The fear had run for so long that he was just cold and numb. His eyes wandered along his companions body as if trying to figure out which place might be easiest to attack if he needed to end her. His eyes rested on the cell phone melded into her chest.
Mois let him look. She was used to people looking at the odd cell phone melted into her chest.
"You have an old model. On Keron, our cell phones are better looking." Kululu finally decided.
Mois bit her lip as if she wanted to say something and deny that. "I don't care. This phone has brought me more trouble than it's worth."
Kululu could see that some of her skin was organic. But the source of her programming and technology seemed to be her cell phone.
He was quiet for a moment, for once Mois looked actually annoyed and hurt as she touched her phone.
Kululu clicked open his headphones. "I have some tech melded to my body too." He admitted. He didn't know why he was trying to find something in common with her, but for some reason that hurt expression wasn't something he was used to seeing.
He let her move a little closer to see the wires.
"Who did that?" She finally asked. She wasn't much of a person who asked questions.
"I did. I had a little too much fun and tried to modify my brain. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu bragged, "But...It's similar in a way, isn't it? You're connected to a cell phone and I've got these headphones."
Mois smiled for once. It was a small sad smile. But she nodded. "It is similar." Her eyes seemed to scream the word 'thank you' as if she was happy that someone had cheered her up.
There. I've paid back the favor of the food and shock cuff. I can go back to being frightened. Kululu decided.
She was still frightening. Lifeless sometimes, especially when the pekoponians came in with orders. She would leave to go kill some alien and be completely lifeless, then she would return and hang herself on the wall like a doll.
Kululu knew that his new companion could turn on him at any moment. He didn't trust her like he trusted Saburo. But she still intrigued him a bit.
Unlike what he had first assumed, she did have emotions, it was just difficult for her to show him. It was as if she was trying to struggle against some sort of programming to see if she was allowed to respond to some things. Sometimes she would be quiet and sometimes she would finally give a response.
One of the things Kululu noticed was that he wasn't the only one frightened. He noticed her shake and turn ghostly pale when he was working with a screwdriver on some technology- he had told the pekoponians it was a spaceship but it was really a new communication device. He needed to escape. Angol Mois might have interested him a bit, but his life was more important.
She shook and looked quite nervous when he was working on some sort of technology, just as frightened of her as he had been. But she didn't dare tear her eyes off of him.
"Is...Is it a phone...?" Mois correctly deciphered that Kululu was making a communications device.
"Space ship." Kululu lied as he continued tinkering. "I gave into the pekoponians."
Mois looked down at her own chest. She looked so nervous, so frightened.
She's probably not here willingly. Same as me. Kululu realized. He was smart enough to know that nobody would willingly meld a cell phone to their chest and that looked like her lucifer spear which she couldn't be without. I...I hate to admit it, but I can tell that it wasn't really her at fault for trying to kill me. She had been ordered too and there seemed to be two Angol Mois's. The one following orders as if brainwashed and the one who tried to help him and talk to him through loopholes of her orders.
He wanted desperately to hate her, to fear her. If there was one person he wanted to blame for all his problems it wasn't something that he couldn't beat like Pekopon. He wanted it to be one person and that person was Angol Mois. But he was smart enough to know she wasn't at fault. She was just the face of his fears about dying that he had realized.
She kept on watching him work. She just kept staring at him, quietly sometimes offering him little pieces of things that had rolled over to her side of the room. She was much too kind for her own good.
I don't think I like her watching me. It made him nervous. Her watching him didn't seem to always be out of fear. Instead she looked almost interested in what he was building. He was sure if she could say anything it would be 'I might be afraid of technology, but I'm not scared of you. I trust you' which was the opposite of anything he felt for her.
Maybe being stabbed in the gut by her is better. At least physical pain is measurable. But...But her staring is even more frightening. Kululu decided. He didn't know what was scary about that, but it was. His life wasn't even at risk, but there was this overwhelming feeling of safety that he didn't know how to deal with and weird fluffiness, joy.
He didn't want to have feelings and he especially didn't want to for his fear. "Quit it." He ordered, "Stop watching me. It's terrifying."
Angol Mois nodded. She turned away to look at the wall.
I won't thank you for giving me privacy and boundaries and trying to help me through my trauma and helping me! Kululu insisted. I don't care how kind you really are, and sweet, and pretty, you're still working with my enemies! She barely talked to him on some days, she just seemed lifeless. Why would you be working with the pekoponians?
He quickly threw out his fear about brainwashing after all she didn't act like a brainwash victim. He wanted her so badly to be his enemy.
"...Kululu?" Mois finally asked.
It always startled him when she said his name. She said it was just joy, such feeling and emotion, like a name was so important.
"What do the pekoponians plan on doing to you here?" She finally asked.
"Torture, kill me when they're done with me, use me to invade the universe, perhaps genetically splice me with someone else. Maybe they'll switch my brain with a goat. Ku, ku, ku. The list goes on and on, but they're going to make me pay for what I've done to them." Kululu answered, quickly.
Mois was silent. "Do you plan to escape?"
"You offering to help me?" Kululu teased.
She shook her head, "I'm kind of like your guard here. My orders about you are very clear and strict. I am not allowed to let you leave at any cost. If you escape I'll have to stop you." Mois told him.
Kululu nodded. Knew she wasn't my friend. She was just trying to play nice. "So what you're saying is I'm stuck with you forever."
"Yeah." Mois nodded, "It's not the worst thing in the world the pekoponians could do to you." She looked almost happy to have the company.
"Oh, I think it's the worst." Kululu rolled his eyes. He'd much rather turn into a goat. He was learning too much about his enemy and his fear was being replaced with more different fears about her kindness. She was a weirdo and he would have much rather never met her.
Mois looked hurt but didn't respond.
Eventually Mois fell asleep, hanging herself up like a coat to dry. Kululu's communication device was finally finished and it was better than the standard model.
He pressed something that would force the communication device to get through the radio waves of one of Giroro's grenades. Giroro was his only hope now.
"Giroro. Giroro, are you there? It's Kululu." Kululu said desperately. He heard the sound of someone picking up.
"Kululu? You're alive?" Giroro sounded shocked, "Are you living in luxury like Keroro and Tamama are too?"
Kululu felt himself feel pure anger. So they were doing fine. Ku, ku, ku. I knew I was the only one suffering. "No. Because I'm not an idiot. I'm an invader. So of course I would be suffering on an alien planet that's out to destroy all aliens. Ku, ku, ku!"
Giroro sighed, "That's good that one of us hasn't lost his moral code." Kululu hoped Giroro was talking about Keroro and Tamama and not himself.
"Where are you?" Kululu asked, "I hate to say it, but I'm in a real pinch here. I know we've never got along but you're a lot better than Keroro and Tamama. I need you to get me out of this." Kululu said desperately.
"Can't." Giroro said quickly. "I...I'm in a tight spot myself." He wasn't very specific.
Kululu wondered if he just didn't want to come and save him.
"Where are you? What's going on?" Giroro asked.
"Well, hmmm...Let's see...I tried to invade a school. Was mostly successful until a freakin angolian tried to kill me!" Kululu frowned.
"An angolian? What is one of them doing here?" Giroro asked confused.
Kululu didn't answer, he hadn't finished his story, "Then I was captured by a pekoponian, made some bad decisions, was sold out, tried looking for you, got caught and tortured and now I'm imprisoned by the government. They've been trying to torture me for weeks and I've been cooped up with the angolian who's standing guard over me. So I really, really need you to bail me out. She's tougher than me and I don't have any plans on dying today." Kululu hissed.
"Wow...W-wow...It sounds like things have been terrible." Giroro was shocked. "Um...But I can't save you. I'm actually imprisoned too."
Kululu slammed his head against the wall. "Do you have any tips to get me out then? Because I've tried everything I can think of. And the Angolian is frightening."
"Um...I don't know...Is she cute?" Giroro asked.
"What? What relevance does this have to the conversation?" Kululu asked impatiently.
"Is she hot?" Giroro asked again.
"She's got a cell phone jutting out of her chest. And no I am not making that up." Kululu growled, "Also she's tried to kill me. And she stares at me a lot. Ku, ku, ku. But I guess if you ignore that she's pretty attractive. I don't know! I haven't had much time to check her out. I have priorities, man." Kululu was very angry.
He glanced over to the sleeping Mois. When she was talking he supposed she could be classified as cute. He hadn't had much time to sexily dream about her or anything though. He was too stressed from being tortured. What kind of person was horny in situations like that?
"Don't get angry. I was just asking because I think I have an idea. I...I don't think you've ever had to do this before because well, to be honest I doubt it works with your face." Giroro hushed him, "But have you ever heard about the technique of flirting with the troll guard?"
"I thought mostly girl soldiers did that." Kululu glared.
"That's sexist." Giroro scolded him. "Anyway, sometimes soldiers have to push down their pride and seduce their way out of a situation. Flirt with her a bit, seduce her, I don't care, sleep with her if you need to, but once she's distracted use that intellect of yours to figure out an escape route. If she's not guarding you and distracted you should be free."
Kululu wanted to tell Giroro that was a terrible idea. But he stopped himself. He didn't have many other ideas. And maybe Mois had a key to unlock the door that he could weasel off of her.
He remained unaware that Giroro was currently a sex slave and that was why he was giving terrible advice that had to do with sex.
"Fine...I'll try it." Kululu swallowed, glancing over at the sleeping Mois. He clicked off his communicator and gulped.
He had to keep himself from being nervous. Maybe Giroro's advice isn't just bullcrap. Kululu decided. He had heard of that tactic before to get people to stop suspecting that there would be an escape.
If Mois thought he cared about her she wouldn't be worried about carrying out her orders. She'd just be seduced.
His eyes roamed across her body, trying to figure out if he could mentally do this. But she's so innocent! Wait, did I just call her innocent? She had tried to kill him, but she was the most innocent thing he had seen.
He couldn't do that to her. He couldn't use her. He felt something unfamiliar to him boil in his stomach- guilt and disgust at himself of what he was going to have to do.
Why did he care about Mois's feelings? She was his enemy.
Why is she working with the pekoponians? Kululu wondered, Maybe this won't work. Maybe she's already together with one of them. He didn't know if the one called Haru and Mois were a thing or if she was a thing with that Fuyuki fellow. Maybe that's why she followed their every order.
He looked at her with dread. He could at least try. There was no reason to not try. It was his only plan to go on after all. Maybe she had a key or something like that.
But he had to. For his life. He had to just stop caring about Mois's feelings, her innocence.
He had to do this for himself. For the mission.
I'm...I'm going to screw Mois for the mission. He had never felt more nervous in his life. He had never signed up for this on Pekopon.
But it was his only chance of freedom.
Kululu waited for Mois to awaken from her slumber. He grit his teeth when she woke up and tried to be as suave as possible. Which was extremely difficult for him.
"You're...Looking rather nice today." He didn't know how to flirt.
Mois looked at him oddly as she unhooked herself from her strings. She didn't even try to respond to that.
Crap. How do I seduce the enemy? Kululu realized. Maybe he just had to try to be nice. Maybe kindness? That's how she kind of got me to like her more. She had seduced him at least a little bit. So kindness should work in his benefit as well.
Kululu got up and stepped over to her side of the room. "I think we're...Close enough to not need to divide the room. I mean it's our home together, right? Ku, ku, ku."
Mois looked around at the room. Slowly she managed to squeak out a nod. "I never saw it as your home."
Wow, rude. I'm a prisoner here but I guess it was just your job to keep me here. Kululu kept his anger away.
"Well it's my home now. So you might as well give me some sort of tour or something." He grabbed her hand.
Mois looked almost startled at the touch for a moment. But slowly he could see some sort of emotion he had never seen on her before- she was starting to relax.
"So tour?" Kululu asked. If she shows me around I should be able to figure out an exit route. He thought to himself. "I would love to have you tell me about everything your pretty little mind thinks about this place."
Mois dragged him around pointing out bland features that had no point in the room but she valued. They were considerably unremarkable, like a smudge on the wall. But Kululu did notice the ventilation shaft at the ceiling.
That seemed like the best bet for escape. He had found his route.
Now all he needed was to distract her.
After the tour he sat down and started making some more things. He didn't need to make a communications device again, but he did try to make something small that was just a trinket. Maybe a small music box that Mois would like.
Mois watched him all the while.
"If you're going to stare at me," Kululu snapped irritated, "You might as well help me. Come over here." He requested.
She did as he wished and he grabbed her hands yet again.
"Let me teach you how to put these things together. I'm sure you can get the hang of tinkering as well." Kululu smiled. Teaching someone and trying to get in their head was an easy seduction method and Mois had responded at least somewhat to him holding her hands. His fingers 'accidentally' stroked hers, almost entwining them.
He watched her expression change all the while from emotionless to startled and almost frazzled and embarrassed. He didn't think he had ever seen her blush before.
"And then you move your fingers like this..." Kululu said slowly, moving her hands slowly against the parts of his little machine. "You have to focus on the texture and how everything just sort of fits together. In case you ever can't look at what you're building."
Mois gulped. "I...I can feel it."
"Good." Kululu whispered. "Can you feel me too? Like my hands on you?"
Mois nodded slowly. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening here but Kululu was talking in this low slow voice. It gathered her full attention, more so than the little machine. "K-kululu..."
Kululu grinned. His seduction was working. Ku. She's a nerd. Pity that we didn't meet in better circumstances or else this would almost be fun. He had to keep picturing her as the enemy.
"I'm sorry." She choked out the thing he least expected. She looked like the words had boiled in her stomach for a while as if she was trying to say them, "For almost killing you."
Kululu stopped stroking her hands for a second at the words. She had never given him an apology before. But it was still a big deal. She had almost killed him after all.
"It's nothing between friends." He finally said, lying between his teeth. It was something to him. Why did she apologize? If it was really that big of a deal she should have simply not done it. Kululu thought to himself.
Mois looked a little relieved. She glanced back at the invention and wrapped her hands tightly around Kululu's.
He kept himself from blushing out of sheer willpower. He didn't need to think she was sweet. Instead he kept feeling up her hands, slowly touching her.
He'd eventually win her over. Ideas about them touching were at least in her head now. She blushed the entire time.
Kululu enjoyed that part best. He didn't need to deny that.
Mois was gone yet again, on a work assignment. Whenever she left, Kululu would have to have the shock cuff on again so that they wouldn't recalibrate it, so escape wasn't an option.
He waited for her to return from whatever murder spree the pekoponians had asked her to do.
Tonight. Tonight I'll screw her. Tomorrow I'll be gone. He had been flirting with her, possibly badly the entire week. And she was quite frazzled by the entire thing. He would keep touching her slowly and then always say it was an accident. She would give the only pure and genuine expressions that he had seen out of her during his flirtations.
She eventually came back and Kululu tried to push down how terrifying she was in his mind. She was terrifying on two levels, because she was powerful and could kill him and because she was very cute. And that was two reasons to fear her that Kululu didn't want.
Mois looked as emotionless as usual when she returned. But when she saw him she almost smiled.
"Welcome back." Kululu told her, pulling her down quickly to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.
It wiped off that emotionless hallow expression of hers almost immediately as she blushed. Kululu had never kissed her before.
"Okay, that's it. I have to know. What's going on? Why are you acting so weird when you communicate with me lately?" Mois finally asked.
Kululu grinned. So we're going the blunt route. I suppose I can say what I want to do to her then. "Weird? I'm not acting weird?" He smirked, "I'm just trying to flirt with a hot alien babe."
Mois looked surprised. "Kululu. We're imprisoned together. Why would you take this opportunity to flirt with me of all things?" It didn't make sense.
Tch. She saw through my plan. Kululu realized with dread. She was onto him. She was suspicious. She saw that it didn't make any sense. He neglected to think about her confession that they were imprisoned together, that she was just as much a prisoner as him.
After all why would she get to leave if she was a prisoner?
He had to continue though. She was the only guard he had. The only guard he had to defeat.
"You're not a pekoponian. There's no reason not to flirt with you. I'm just doing what I want." Kululu shrugged, "I said it before, you're cute. I just want to do things to you and with you."
He stared at her blankly after his line hoping that she wouldn't see through his very bad and obvious attempt at seduction. He tried not to sweat in nervousness. I hope she doesn't see through.
She stared at him for a moment as if trying to see through him. But after thinking it over and looking like she was thinking about something very deeply, she threw her arms around him and roughly kissed him.
Kululu tried not to let his jaw open in shock. I...I honestly didn't expect seduction to go this quickly. He tried to keep focused as she kissed him, not focus on the pain in his body. She was quite an awkward kisser, trying to find a good position that wouldn't hurt him too badly from his injuries, but at the moment he was pressed up against the wall and it was very uncomfortable.
She obviously wasn't experienced in the least bit with this sort of thing. That much was clear with the way she was desperately trying to keep Kululu from falling down because of his size, but at the same time her kisses were extremely enthusiastic, they displayed a joy that she herself never showed.
It almost felt like Kululu was drowning in them, maybe because she was so close that it was very hard to breathe. He realized quickly that he didn't much care how rough the kiss was, how desperate it seemed, how much her teeth scraped against his lips as if she was trying to devour him. All he cared about was the heat between their bodies.
Focus. I did not expect her to be so passionate. What the hell is going on? Kululu was just in complete shock, but made no effort to push her off. If things were going well he should continue that.
A small sliver of a thought passed his head that she might be trying to seduce him into staying. But he quickly dismissed it. I won't stay. Even if she is seductive.
"I'm just so happy." Mois finally admitted between kisses as her tongue finally went out of Kululu's mouth. She started kissing along his shoulders.
"Uh-huh." Kululu tried to listen. It was extremely difficult to think while he was getting kissed like this. Darn my easily seduced body. Now I want to screw her.
"There's no programming involving this! They never thought someone would flirt with me!" Mois chirrped.
Programming? Kululu thought briefly.
"I can be completely myself. And I don't care what's going on. It's just so nice to be with you! It feels so much less lonely. Mmm...I should stop talking." She went back to kissing him.
Kululu's head was blank at the words. Was she aware he was seducing her for a goal? Or was she completely conned?
Maybe she means programming my her orders from the pekoponians. They never gave her any commands about what to do if someone flirted with her so she's able to finally speak without needing to hold anything back. Kululu knew it was a struggle to get her to talk.
He didn't understand why anyone would listen to someone they regarded had programmed them. Was Mois brainwashed or something? But brainwashing didn't have moments of knowing their real self.
Kululu stopped thinking about Mois. Instead his eyes drifted up to the ventilation shaft that he would use to escape once she was completely tired and distracted.
She'll trust me completely after we screw. She'll never think that I've left and escaped and she'll have to deal with the aftermath of her pekoponian friends. Kululu thought to himself. He tried to figure out how to distance himself from the encounter of what he was about to do to Mois.
After all he was quickly learning that his body had its own hormones and desires, and it was very hard to keep focused when he was screaming to complete a different goal. He quickly pulled away so he could mentally undress Mois with his mind and figure out what to do.
Naked imaginary Angol Mois looked pretty hot.
"K-kululu?" Mois asked. She didn't really understand what he was looking at. She reached out wanting to continue kissing.
"Can I do more?" Kululu asked. He finally figured out how he would seduce her. I don't have to use my body in the least bit unless it's necessary. I could finger her until she's distracted and tired out. That should keep myself away from this encounter mentally and make sure I can focus.
Mois nodded and outstretched her arms. The cell phone in her chest glistened again.
Kululu quietly pulled off her shirt and she twitched, patiently waiting and watching whatever he did.
"That's okay, right?" He dropped the shirt to the ground.
"Do whatever you want." Mois nodded, "I'm just happy to be with you."
Kululu moved her more to the side so he wouldn't be jammed up against the wall. He started kissing along her breasts and Mois let out some small moans. She wasn't very exclamatory of what he was doing that was good, and her moans she tried to desperately quiet down but Kululu would continue listening to her body and doing whatever it seemed to ask.
His hand roamed down until it slipped under her bloomers and her underwear. She opened her legs a bit more to grant him better access as he stroked and rubbed her clitoris.
"I...K-kululu..." She couldn't really say much while he was touching her, which was exactly what Kululu wanted. She just pulled him closer until he was on her lap, the only thing separating their bodies was his hand slowly giving her a hard rub.
Kululu looked up at her and grinned. She was much gentler when she was shaking, completely enjoying herself. She was trembling in arousal as she heavily breathed and tried to keep herself sitting up.
At first he liked looking at her face best, not because of anything for his plan but because her expressions of enjoyment were cute. He honestly found it quite arousing to see how red she was and how dazed she looked as she tried to quiet herself, sometimes slipping up and murmuring out his name.
It didn't really have anything to do with his plan to look at her face and her tightly shut eyes. He liked it best when she would lean down and try to kiss him to hush herself. Her kisses were much more slow and especially passionate during that.
Eventually his eyes roamed down to her chest, just to check her out. He kind of wanted to start kissing her breasts. He stopped for a moment seeing the horrifying cell phone that was now clearly covered in vein sort of things and iron, melded in there, pulsing blood.
Scars were all over her body as well. Dark purple bruises that had never healed.
He took his finger out of her vagina briefly. She hissed in disappointment so he put it back in and used his other hand to graze his hand against the scars. It was a gift that he could focus his hands on two different tasks.
"What are these from?" He asked.
Mois didn't answer. "It was before they learned how to program me." She said simply.
Kululu kissed along the bruises, not in a seductive sort of way, but in a more affectionate way as if to heal them.
There's that word again...Program. He thought to himself. He didn't really want to think about it, but it was becoming more and more likely that Mois was a prisoner same as him.
Maybe she had come to the planet to complete her own goals, but the pekoponians had gotten a hold of her. They had tortured her like they had him and she hadn't given in, but then they had managed to force her.
She said it herself. We're imprisoned together...She's...Not my enemy is she? It isn't really her fault, any of this. He realized with guilt.
His fingers slowed down their pace as he lost interest in seducing her. Seducing her wouldn't do any good. She wasn't willingly his guard. He continued slowly kissing her though, almost lovingly in a way.
He wanted to make it up to her, to comfort the poor girl who was so lonely and so happy to just find something, anything that didn't trigger any sort of programming that she was willing to have sex with him just for a moment to be herself.
"Kululu..." Mois frowned, noticing his fingers slowly trailing out of her. It didn't seem to be in a teasing way either.
"Do you want to stop?" Kululu asked giving her the option of something the pekoponians might never have given her- a choice.
Mois shook her head. "I want to continue." She said with great confidence.
Kululu nodded and hurriedly added another finger. He could do at least this for her, trying to quicken his pace so that she could look happy once again.
His other hand caressed the rest of her body, almost in the way of a lover, as he kissed along her sides. Mois would sigh every now and then blissfully as his kisses got slower and more attentive, with greater care and more gentle.
If I escape she'll be all alone. She might not even be able to stop her orders from going after me and killing me. Kululu felt terrible that he had even listened to Giroro's advice and tried to seduce her. Now he couldn't stop.
He crawled off of her. He didn't want her to feel how much he was shaking with guilt as he regretted this decision. He added his other hand under her bloomers so he could give some attention to her clitoris now that he was able to have a better view of her stretched out legs.
"...You sure you don't want me to stop?" He asked again, just to make sure. Sure his fingers were already inside of her and she had started desperately bucking against him to get more contact, but he knew this encounter wasn't going anywhere. It only gave Mois a temporary fix and it probably wouldn't solve his problems and let him escape.
"This is the first time my programming has nothing to do with something." Mois said again, touching her cell phone.
That must have been the place that she had gotten programmed.
Cell phones are easy to hack into. Reprogram with data. But I don't know about angolian tech. Kululu thought to himself.
"I want to be myself for once before they reprogram me and never let me do this again." Mois blissfully admitted.
Kululu gave a small squeak and a nod. Her answer was so sad. So desperate. He continued fingering her and shaking.
She was so close, he could tell that she was moments away from orgasming.
"P-please don't stop...Please." Her beg was such a beautiful moan and a real request as she pulled Kululu closer yet again to hold him. She didn't notice how badly he was shaking as he felt incredibly guilty.
He couldn't go through with it. Not just because his hands were cramping up but because he couldn't continue touching Mois. This is wrong. I'm using her. I can't...I can't let her get hurt like this. He felt selfish to pull away at the last moment but his hands left her body.
Mois frowned at him in a sort of irritation and pain that she hadn't ever experienced before. She was aching.
"I can't." He said finally.
Mois's frown faded and was quickly replaced with immediate concern for him. "Are you okay? Is your stomach hurting?"
She touched his stomach where his organs that she had stabbed lay. He pulled away since it was even more uncomfortable due to how hard and aroused he was. He was glad people couldn't see how hard keronians were unless they pulled out their penises.
"N-no." Kululu shook his head, "It's just...I was seducing you because I thought distracting you might give me a chance to escape. But you're programming would make you go after me anyway. So this is all pointless." He finally admitted, "And...I can't get that thought out of my mind." I used you just like the pekoponians do.
Mois looked shocked and hurt for a moment a flicker of betrayal covering her face. She pulled away. "I...I had no idea you were seducing me to distract me." She admitted. She could kind of see it now. So...I was only a job.
"Mois...I'm sorry- I...I didn't know you were doing all this against your will-" Kululu tried to apologize.
Mois moved to her side of the room and quickly put her shirt back on. "It must have been hard for you." She sympathized, "Doing that with someone you don't really care about. But don't worry, I won't push you. I understand boundaries and will respect them."
She's on her side again even though I stopped that. Kululu realized with dread. She was hurt.
"I...I didn't mean to hurt you! All I wanted was my freedom!" Kululu tried to make her understand, "I...I don't want to die on this miserable planet." His stomach tightened up, remembering and recalling the feeling and fear of almost dying. "You're just their puppet though so you can't do anything and you couldn't help me-"
Mois was shaking. Kululu wondered if it was because she was mad. She was heaving and coughing as if it was hard to breathe. She stood up tall and jumped up to the vent hatch, breaking it open and letting it clatter on the ground.
Kululu looked shocked. She was trying desperately to move and betray her programming.
It looked like every cell in her body was fighting against her as she made her movements.
"I...I don't want to be a puppet, Kululu..." Mois admitted. She tried not to collapse on the ground. Pointing she pointed to the vent. "Go."
"But..." Kululu was shocked. She was trying to fight off her programming for him? Even though he had hurt her.
She grabbed him and flung him up to the vent. "It might take 10 minutes to realize you're gone, but you have to go! Forget me and get off this miserable planet!" She begged, her voice was desperate a sliver of hope was in her eyes.
She couldn't go. She would always be their prisoner, but Kululu had a chance and she would try to fight off every bit of her programming to give it to him.
Kululu looked at her shocked, but nodded. "Mois, come with-"
Mois shook her head, "We probably won't ever see each other again." She scowled as she continued trying to stand, she was probably going to be tortured and the scientists would figure out how to give her better programming if she had broke it for a moment just once, "But that's okay. I'm...I'm sorry Kululu for pushing you into something weird. I just wanted to feel like I had control for once."
Kululu nodded and hurried into hiding in the vent. "I'll come back for you-" He tried to promise, "It won't be the last I've seen of you." He knew it was a false promise, he couldn't even protect his own life how could he protect Mois too?
Mois shook her head, her eyes becoming dizzy with pain. "It's too late for me." She gasped. "I...I really liked you, Kululu, because even in a bad situation like this one you tried to see things through and be strong. But...I can't."
Kululu looked at her sadly. She was never really my enemy. Always just another victim. An angolian was the pekoponian prisoners. It was a sad tale.
He knew he might never see her again. He didn't want to leave her. He bent down for a moment as if to kiss her one last time, but he stopped himself.
They didn't really have that relationship, but he wondered if he should give her one last loving farewell kiss.
She pushed him away so he could get gone. She was something to be forgotten about, nothing.
Kululu hoped he could forget about her, but he knew likely he couldn't. She was his ally, his fear and someone he had slowly started to care about. But he hurried off.
Ten minutes later he heard her loud screams as the pekoponians discovered he was gone. And that sound of Mois's pitiful screams from whatever torture they were inflicting on her was a worse ringing in Kululu's ears than anything else.
It hurt more than any other torture he had experienced on pekopon. And for that he deeply regretted his time as her room mate and his prisoner.
Yet another torture was inflicted on him. And Mois's voice would never be out of his mind.
Please review. Next chapter...Next chapter will finally be Dororo. I think.