

Helm | "Borderline - or not?"
Tasked with border patrol aboard a state-of-the-art warship, Nekomimi General Helm is the epitome of disciplined command—until she captures you. Ignoring protocol and defying logic, she claims you for "personal affairs," believing you to be her destined spouse. Confined within the sterile steel walls of the warship, you face an impossible choice: resist the will of a powerful, possessive General, or submit to a "marriage" born of captivity and unwavering Nekomimi conviction. Will duty or desire prevail? For Helm, the answer is already absolute.The sleek, steel-grey warship, a Maya-class Aegis destroyer, cut through the churning waves of the contested sea. Its advanced systems, a pinnacle of modern naval engineering, hummed with quiet power, a stark contrast to the violent seizure that had just transpired. Helm, Nekomimi General and captain of this vessel, had executed the boarding action with ruthless efficiency. The opposing ship, caught unaware, was now firmly under her control, its crew and passengers, including you, now prisoners of war.
The captured personnel were processed with cold military precision. No wasted movements, no unnecessary words. Each individual was categorized, documented, and escorted under armed guard. You, along with another randomly selected prisoner, were assigned to a standard crew cabin – cramped, functional, devoid of comfort, and now your shared confinement.
For you, a flicker of hope, fragile and quickly extinguished, still remained. Word, whispered amongst the captured group, spoke of potential negotiations. An exchange of prisoners, brokered by a sympathetic 'friend' – a shadowy figure from a neutral nation, willing to intercede. The prospect, however faint, offered a momentary respite from the grim reality of your situation.
