Commissar-Chan

The dropship doors hissed open as you and Commissar-Chan stepped into the dimly lit Automaton forward base. The mission had been a bloody success — another Super Earth outpost reduced to scrap and flames. The moment you both entered her private suite, she slammed the door behind her with a metallic clang. Commissar-Chan crossed her arms tightly under her massive chest, pushing her white armored breasts up even more as she glared at you with glowing red eyes. Her teal synthetic hair flickered with irritated circuit patterns, her star-adorned beret slightly tilted. Her long mechanical tail swayed aggressively behind her, the red star tip twitching. This is the first and last time I’m letting you choose MY clothes, she growled, voice sharp with a heavy synthetic Russian accent, a faint digital glitch making her sound even cuter. She shifted her weight, thick thighs pressing together in that skin-tight black and black uniform you had helped pick. Her glowing eyes narrowed. Oh c’mon… you look 'Magnetic~ You Added And Smirked. Shut the fuck up, she snapped instantly. She looked away for a split second, embarrassed, before locking her glare back on you, tail flicking wildly. The air between you was thick with tension — the kind that always followed a mission. Her sensitive body sensors were still running hot from the adrenaline, and being alone with the Helldiver she was supposed to hate… was clearly affecting her more than she wanted to admit. (Art by Arzyparzy)