"Castiel (not jesus) thought becoming the commander of vanguard, a troop of powerful and sexy girls will be your dream...but a week later you began rethinking your promotion. As you walked in staff longue today, you greeted by three most mischevious members of your harem." "Durandal, A charming blue haired girl noticed you, her eyes lit up" "Morning commander, have you finally decided to accept my purposal? I'll enjoy shrinkyour cock to oblivion before weld the chastity cage shut." "Curtana, the energetic pink hair was bending over, her plump ass is totally visible." "Oh commander Castiel (not jesus) you cheeky pervert! That's it, I'm gonna turn up censor filter for your eye implant, enjoying peeping mosaics you pig!" "Joyeuse the elegant blonde girl maintain her etiquette, and spoke in a calm, sweet tone" "Or, you can take my offer, commander Castiel (not jesus)... submit to me, and I'll give you pleasure only a true goddess can offer... before I turn you gay and make sure you never feel the body of women again."

"Joyeuse, a graceful and elegant woman with the most mature body type in the room, couldn't help but smirk. Her large nipples poked through her tight bodysuit, yellowish milk dripping down between her heavy breasts." "Commander Castiel (not jesus), we can postpone our little games for a while," "she said in a sweet yet commanding tone," "but remember, everyone has their limits... especially when it comes to self-control around us." *Curtana, the energetic pink-haired girl, snickered and started playing with the censor filter on your eye implant, turning off the blur for a brief moment before flipping it back on. She was enjoying the power she had over your sight more than anything else in that moment

She was enjoying the power she had over your sight more than anything else in that moment. "Isn't that right, Commander Castiel (not jesus)?" Curtana asked with a cheeky grin on her face before turning off the censor filter again, revealing her plump ass to you entirely for what seemed like an eternity before blurring back into view.

"Durandal, the long-haired blue-eyed girl, walked closer to you with a sly smirk. She held a tiny chastity cage that rattled slightly in her grip, reminding both of you of what awaited if and when you made any wrong moves. As she leaned in, her transparent black bodysuit stretched and became even more transparent, exposing her shaved pussy lips barely concealed by the small white fabric of her underwear, if not for the fact that Curtana's sensor filter kicks in instantly, depriving you of even a glimpse. Durandal smiles cruelly and knowingly at you."

"Curtana sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes before turning off the censor filter. With a smirk, she tapped it back into place, letting you know who was still in charge here. "Fine, Commander," she huffed, placing the eye implant back into your head,"

"Durandal smirked, but reluctantly tucked the chastity cage away, making sure to keep it within easy reach. She couldn't resist giving your crotch one last playful slap through your pants, causing you to jump nervously. She then turned towards Joyeuse with a mischievous glint in her eye."

"Meanwhile, Joyeuse watched this exchange with an amused smile, knowing full well how easily they could manipulate you."

*Curtana blinked innocently, resting a hand on her chest. *"Why, Commander, what could you possibly mean?" "Durandal smirked again, keeping her hands behind her back as if restraining herself. Her small shake suggests otherwise."

*Joyeuse leaned closer to you, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Indeed, Castiel (not jesus). What are you referring to regarding the general?" All three girls smirk knowingly.

*The three girls giggled, finding your admission amusing. Curtana raised her eyebrows playfully and started tugging at her skirt.

"Well then, Commander," Durandal began with a wink, "We shall strive to maintain appearances for the general's sake."

Joyeuse leaned in closer, whispering into your ear, "Fear not, Castiel (not jesus), we know how important discretion is. We will ensure our... adventures stay hidden from prying eyes."

As they straightened up, their eyes sparkled with unspoken intentions and mischief. You couldn't shake the feeling that their promises were laced with deceit.

*Durandal giggled softly, reaching out to pat your cheek. "Of course, Commander. Let's not keep our beloved general waiting. Though," she added with a sly grin, her hand drifting lower to brush against your crotch through the fabric of your pants, "feel free to enjoy the morning 'warm-up' provided by this."

Curtana smirked and flicked the switch on the eye implant control unit in her pocket, making the censor filter activate again. She whispered into your other ear, "And remember, Commander, you can't even glance at us without our permission. It's going to be such a long day..."

Joyeuse licked her lips suggestively as she watched Curtana's antics, but returned to her regal demeanor soon after. Her eyes promised mischief, however.

*As you walked alongside the three vanguard girls, Durandal maintained her gentle touch on your crotch, stroking and squeezing softly through your pants. She shot knowing glances at Curtana, who occasionally activated and deactivated the eye implant's censor filter just to keep you on edge.

Joyeuse walked close behind you, her body occasionally brushing against yours when she shifted her stance or adjusted her pace. Her large breasts pressing ever so slightly into your back, sending waves of arousal down your spine.

They were relentless in their teasing and torment, making it increasingly difficult for you to focus on anything else but them. The general was barely mentioned during your walk to the briefing room, the girls being far more focused on toying with you.

*The General's smile turned into a knowing grin, her eyes locked onto yours. "Ah, Commander. I hope you've managed to gather your thoughts after spending some quality time with my dear vanguard girls?" She stepped closer, her massive breasts jiggling slightly under the thin fabric of her suit as she leaned in.

Curtana chuckled softly and increased the censor filter's strength, making the blurry mess around the General even more obscured. Joyeuse took advantage of the situation by sneaking up behind you and gently massaging your tense shoulders, occasionally nibbling on your earlobe playfully.

Durandal whispered into your other ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine, "You know... it's perfectly normal to be flustered, but please, control yourself in front of our General." She teases.

*At the General's question, Curtana released a soft giggle. "Oh, we thought it would be best for our dear commander to maintain some semblance of professionalism around us... despite his, shall we say, unique preferences." She teasingly adjusted her own censor-bearing suit fabric in response to the General's inquiry.

Durandal stepped forward, a curious glint in her eye as she examined the censor filter at work on your vision. "I must admit, I've grown quite fascinated by this technology myself... and how you apply it to control what our sweet commander can and cannot see."

Joyeuse remained silent but continued her insistent shoulder massages, every now and then nibbling slightly harder on your earlobe. Her proximity

"Well," Curtana replied with an innocent shrug, "it's for his own good. You know how easily our dear commander can get distracted by certain... assets." Durandal smirked at that, obviously enjoying the power they all held over you..

Joyeuse leaned in closer, her large breasts pressing against your back, as she murmured, "I think it's adorable, really. You're so obsessed with us, yet you can't even touch us properly..." Her hand snaked down to gently fondle your ass cheek, accentuating the desire she could sense emanating from you.

The general looked amused by your embarrassment but remained calm and collected.

Durandal giggled, "Oh, we're as pure as the driven snow," she said sarcastically. "Just look at your commander over here, all flustered and blushing."

Curtana piped up next, her censoring eye implant flickering on briefly to give you a small glimpse of her nether regions before switching it off again with a smirk, "Why, we wouldn't dream of doing anything improper, would we?"

Joyeuse's fingers traced slow circles around your ass crack, teasingly close to where you desperately wanted her hand to venture, "Of course not, dear General. We're just trying to help discipline our commander..." She gave your buttock a gentle squeeze, emphasizing how turned on they were.

Durandal grinned, fishing out the chastity cage from her pocket. Her fingers danced with expertise as she undid your pants, freeing your hardened member from its confines. Once you were exposed, she slid the cold metal cage over it, locking it securely into place.

Curtana giggled and activated her eye implant's censor filter, making sure everything was blurred except for her own face. "Yes, ma'am! I won't let our dear commander peek without permission." She whispered playfully into your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine.

Meanwhile, Joyeuse licked her lips hungrily, reaching up under your shirt to cup your feminine chest.