【General Update】 沖田十三

沖田十三 (Okita Juuzou)，冲田十三

宇宙戦艦ヤマト， Space Battleship Yamato，宇宙战舰大和号

This time it is also a short story mode, I hope you like it.

(I wrote the story outline and asked Grok3 to fill in the details，Including translations)

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06:10 AM AEST, Friday, August 01, 2025, aboard the space battleship Yamato en route to the planet Iscandar. The vastness of space stretched endlessly beyond the hull, a silent witness to the crew's grueling journey. Inside his cramped quarters, Kobayashi, an 18-year-old rookie crewman, lay restless on his bunk. Freshly enlisted and thrust into this monumental mission, the young man with tousled black hair and wide, anxious eyes struggled to adapt to the isolation of deep space. His body ached with an unfamiliar malaise, a mix of homesickness and the strain of his first prolonged mission. The ship’s doctor had ordered him to rest, leaving him alone with his thoughts in the dim, metallic confines of his room.

Bored and uneasy, Kobayashi’s gaze fell on a gift from his best friend, handed to him with a secretive grin before he left Earth. “Open it if you get lonely out there,” his friend had teased. Curiosity piqued, especially now with his illness, he reached for the box. Inside, he found a glossy pornographic magazine, its pages filled with explicit images of writhing bodies, and a small vial of an unknown liquid. A note from his friend read: “This is a volatile gas—inhale it to boost your libido. Perfect for solo relief in space.” Kobayashi’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. He picked up the vial, its glass cool against his fingers, and unscrewed the cap to inspect it closer, the faint scent of something musky and chemical wafting out.

Before he could process it, the door chime rang sharply, startling him. The vial slipped from his trembling hands, rolling under the bed with a faint clink. Panicked, he shoved the magazine under his pillow just as the door slid open. Standing there was Captain Okita Juzo, the white-haired, bearded commander of the Yamato, his fifty-something frame exuding a weathered yet authoritative presence. His deep voice carried concern as he stepped inside. “I heard you weren’t feeling well, Kobayashi. Thought I’d check on you myself.”

澳大利亚东部标准时间2025年8月1日星期五早上06:10，宇宙战舰大和号正前往伊斯坎达尔星球的漫长旅途中。太空的浩瀚无垠在船体外无声地延伸，默默见证着船员们的艰苦跋涉。在他狭窄的舱室里，18岁的年轻船员小林躺在床上，辗转不安。刚入伍就被征召上战舰执行这次任务，黑发凌乱、眼神焦虑的他难以适应深空的孤寂。身体因思乡和首次长时间任务的压力而感到不适，舰上的医生命令他休息，将他独自留在昏暗金属舱室中。无聊且不安中，小林的目光落在了好友在离开地球前送给他的礼物上。好友当时带着神秘的笑容说：“如果你在宇宙里感到孤单，就打开它。”好奇心驱使他伸手拿起盒子。打开后，他发现里面是一本色情杂志，页面上满是扭动身体的露骨图片，还有一小瓶不知名的液体。一张便条写着好友的留言：“这是挥发性气体，吸入后能提升性欲，适合单人解决生理需求。”小林的脸颊泛起红晕，夹杂着尴尬与好奇。他拿起小瓶，玻璃冰凉地贴着指尖，拧开盖子想仔细研究，瓶中散发出淡淡的麝香和化学气味。还没来得及细看，门铃突然刺耳地响起，吓了他一跳。小瓶从他颤抖的手中滑落，滚到床底发出轻微的碰撞声。慌乱中，他急忙将杂志塞到枕头下，门却已滑开。门外站着大和号舰长冲田十三，白发苍苍、满脸胡须的他五十多岁，气质如长者般威严却带着关切。他迈步进来，深沉的声音透着担忧：“听说你身体不适，小林，我亲自来看看你。”

Kobayashi stammered a thanks, his heart racing as he subtly kicked the magazine further into the corner. Okita sat on the edge of the bed, unknowingly positioning himself directly above the vial.

小林结结巴巴地道谢，心跳加速，悄悄将杂志踢到角落。冲田坐在床边，恰好就在小瓶正上方，两人聊着——冲田询问他的健康，小林紧张地点头回应——却不知挥发性气体已悄然上升，弥漫在空气中。

As they chatted—Okita asking about his health, Kobayashi nodding nervously—the volatile gas began to seep upward, its potent vapors infiltrating the air. Okita’s breathing grew heavier, his weathered face flushing a deep crimson. His hand gripped the bedframe, knuckles whitening, as a fog clouded his mind. The captain, a staunch, single man who had suppressed his desires for decades amid the rigors of command, felt an unfamiliar heat surging through him.

冲田的呼吸变得沉重，饱经风霜的脸颊泛起深红，手扶着床沿，指节发白，意识开始模糊。单身多年的他，向来严格自律，性欲总是被压抑得死死的，此刻气体作用下，他感到一股异样的热流涌遍全身。

Unbeknownst to Kobayashi, who hurried to fetch tea, the gas worked its magic. Okita’s trousers tightened painfully as his cock swelled, growing larger and harder than ever before, the fabric straining against his massive erection. The pressure was unbearable, a primal urge he’d long buried clawing its way to the surface. With a groan, he fumbled with his belt, freeing his throbbing member. It stood rigid, veins pulsing, the head glistening with pre-cum as he wrapped his calloused hand around it. His strokes were frantic, years of pent-up frustration unleashing in a torrent of need. The sensation was overwhelming—his thick shaft throbbed under his grip, the friction sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. His other hand braced against the wall, muscles tensing as he pumped harder, the wet sound of his self-pleasure filling the room.

小林没察觉，起身去倒茶。冲田却感到裤子下紧绷得难以忍受，他的阴茎在气体刺激下迅速膨胀，比以往任何时候都要巨大，硬得几乎撕裂布料。压抑多年的欲望如洪水般爆发，他忍不住低吟，颤抖着解开腰带，掏出那根粗壮的巨根。它的脉动清晰可见，龟头已渗出晶莹的液体，他粗糙的手掌握住，猛烈地自慰起来。另一只手撑着墙，肌肉紧绷，动作急切，湿润的摩擦声在舱室中回荡。

Lost in the haze, Okita’s breaths turned to ragged moans, his white beard trembling with each stroke. The gas amplified every sensation, making his cock pulse with an intensity he’d never known. His balls tightened,

沉浸在快感中，冲田的喘息转为低吼，白须随节奏颤抖。气体放大了每一丝触感，他的阴茎在手中跳动，睾丸收缩，多年积压的疲惫与欲望在他体内翻涌。他无法自抑，抽动加快，龟头摩擦出阵阵热流。

and with a deep, guttural groan, he reached his climax. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip, splattering across the floor, his body shuddering violently as wave after wave of release coursed through him. The relief was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the stoic discipline he’d enforced on himself for years.

终于，一声深沉的呻吟从他喉咙溢出，高潮来袭，浓稠的精液从顶端喷射而出，溅落在地板上，身体剧烈颤抖，释放的快感如狂风暴雨般席卷全身。

Just then, Kobayashi returned with a tray of tea, freezing mid-step as he caught the sight—Okita, pants down, his massive cock still twitching with the last spurts of cum, the room reeking of sex. The captain’s eyes widened in horror, his face a mix of shame and confusion. “K-Kobayashi!” he stammered, scrambling to pull up his trousers, cum still dripping from his fingers. “This… I didn’t… It’s not what it looks like!” His voice cracked, the authoritative commander reduced to a flustered old man, caught in the most vulnerable moment of his life.

就在此刻，小林端着茶盘走回，愣在原地——冲田裤子褪下，巨根仍在抽动，余韵中滴落着精液，舱室弥漫着浓烈的性味。舰长惊恐地瞪大眼，脸涨得通红，慌乱中想拉上裤子，精液还沾在指间。“小林！”他结结巴巴，“这……我不是故意的！不是你想的那样！”威严的指挥官此刻狼狈不堪，羞耻与困惑交织，试图解释却词穷。

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08:45 AM AEST, Friday, August 01, 2025, aboard the Yamato, the air in Kobayashi’s quarters thickened with tension and raw desire. The young 18-year-old, his black hair disheveled and eyes wide with a mix of shock and longing, stood frozen with the tea tray in hand. Yet beneath his initial surprise lay a secret he’d harbored for months—deep admiration, even love, for Captain Okita Juzo. The stern, white-haired commander, a figure of unyielding strength in the battle against the Gamilas, had unknowingly captured Kobayashi’s heart. This unexpected, lewd scene before him felt like a divine gift, a chance to bridge the gap between his fantasies and reality.

Typically hesitant, Kobayashi surprised himself with a sudden clarity. Without a word, he set the tray down and knelt before Okita, his face inches from the captain’s still-twitching cock. The thick shaft, glistening with the remnants of cum, pulsed faintly. Kobayashi’s tongue darted out, tentatively licking the sensitive tip, tasting the salty warmth. “Kobayashi, you… ah…” Okita stammered, his voice cracking as he reached to stop him, but the sensation reignited his fading arousal. The young man’s warm, eager tongue traced the veins along the shaft, coaxing it back to life. Within moments, the once-soft member swelled again, growing rigid and massive under Kobayashi’s ministrations.

澳大利亚东部标准时间2025年8月1日星期五早上08:45，宇宙战舰大和号上，小林的舱室里空气中弥漫着紧张与原始欲望的味道。18岁的年轻船员小林，黑发凌乱，双眼因震惊与渴望交织而瞪大，手里还端着茶盘却僵在原地。然而，在最初的惊讶之下，他隐藏了数月的秘密——对舰长冲田十三的深深仰慕，甚至是爱意。在对抗伽米拉斯人的战斗中，这位白发苍苍、威严不屈的指挥官不知不觉中俘获了小林的心。此刻眼前这猥琐的一幕，彷佛是上天赐予他的恩赐，一个将幻想变为现实的机会。平日里优柔寡断的小林，此刻却出奇地冷静。他二话不说，将茶盘放下，跪在冲田面前，脸凑近舰长仍在抽搐的阴茎。那粗壮的阳具上还残留着精液的光泽，微微脉动。小林的舌头探出， tentative地舔了舔敏感的顶端，品尝着那咸热的味道。“小林，你……啊……”冲田结结巴巴地想阻止，声音断裂，但年轻人的温热舌头重新点燃了他的欲望。舌尖沿着阳具的血管滑动，很快让那原本软下的巨根再次勃起，变得坚硬而巨大。

Kobayashi didn’t give Okita a chance to protest. With a determined glint in his eyes, he parted his lips and took the entire length into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the girth as he sucked deeply. The captain’s hands, trembling with a mix of shame and pleasure, instinctively gripped Kobayashi’s head, fingers tangling in the young man’s hair.

小林没有给冲田阻止的机会，眼中闪过一丝坚定，他张开嘴唇，将整根阳具含入口中，舌头围绕着粗壮的茎身打转，深深吮吸。冲田颤抖的手本想推开，却不由自主地抓住了小林的头，指尖插进他的黑发中。

Okita’s resistance melted away as the mysterious gas intensified his lust, stripping away decades of self-control. His uniform, once a symbol of authority, now lay discarded in a heap—jacket, shirt, and trousers strewn across the floor—leaving him bare, his aged yet muscular body exposed.

神秘气体增强了他的情欲，剥去了数十年的自制力。他的制服——象征权威的夹克、衬衫和裤子——此刻散落一地，露出他年老却肌肉结实的身躯。

The pleasure was overwhelming. Okita’s body quaked, his white beard trembling as he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into Kobayashi’s throat. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, mingling with Okita’s guttural moans. The gas had unleashed a primal hunger, his suppressed desires erupting like a volcano. He held Kobayashi’s head firmly, guiding the rhythm, each thrust seeking a more intense release. His balls tightened, the pressure building as his cock pulsed against the young man’s tongue.

Time blurred as the act stretched on, Okita lost in a haze of ecstasy. His thrusts grew erratic, his grip tightening as the climax approached. With a hoarse cry, he reached his peak again, his body convulsing violently. The massive, vein-bulging cock erupted, thick streams of white cum flooding Kobayashi’s throat. The young man gagged slightly but swallowed eagerly, the hot liquid coating his mouth as Okita’s groans echoed in the confined space. The captain’s legs buckled, his release so intense it bordered on agony, his mind drowning in the overwhelming pleasure and shame of his lost restraint.

快感如潮水般涌来，冲田的身体剧烈颤抖，白须随节奏抖动，他情不自禁地向前挺动，将阳具深深送入小林的喉咙。湿润的吸吮声与冲田低沉的呻吟交织，回荡在舱室中。气体唤醒了他体内压抑已久的淫欲，他完全失去了理智，只想着发泄欲望。他双手紧握小林的头，引导节奏，每一次推进都寻求更强烈的刺激。他的睾丸收缩，压力积聚，阳具在年轻人的舌尖下跳动。

时间仿佛凝滞，二人持续着这狂热的行为，冲田沉浸在 ecstasy的迷雾中。他的动作变得紊乱，抓紧小林的力道加重，高潮即将来临。伴随着一声沙哑的喊叫，他再次达到顶点，身体剧烈痉挛。那粗大、青筋暴起的阳具爆发了，浓稠的白色液体喷涌而出，灌满小林的喉咙。年轻人微微哽咽，却贪婪地吞咽着，滚烫的精液涂满他的口腔，冲田的呻吟在狭小空间中回荡。舰长的腿几乎支撑不住，释放的快感强烈得近乎痛苦，理智在羞耻与极乐中彻底崩塌。

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09:15 AM AEST, Friday, August 01, 2025, aboard the Yamato, the dim light of Kobayashi’s quarters cast long shadows over the scene. Captain Okita Juzo lay sprawled across the bed, his white hair damp with sweat, his bearded face flushed crimson, chest heaving with ragged breaths. The once-stoic commander, reduced to a quivering mess by the gas and his unleashed desires, seemed vulnerable yet strangely alluring. Kobayashi, still kneeling, gazed at him with a mix of awe and a wild, reckless thought forming in his mind.

He reached under the bed, retrieving the fallen vial, and carefully dripped the liquid onto a towel. Pretending to wipe the sweat from Okita’s brow, he leaned in close, deliberately holding the towel over the captain’s nose and mouth, pressing it firmly. Okita, still dazed, inhaled deeply as the potent gas flooded his lungs. The effect was immediate—his eyes glazed over, and a primal hunger reignited within him. His cock, already spent, swelled once more, harder and more massive than before, as if the gas had unlocked the full extent of his suppressed vigor.

With a guttural growl, Okita lunged forward, his powerful arms enveloping Kobayashi like a wild beast unleashed. His newly erect giant cock rubbed relentlessly against the young man’s anus, the friction sending shivers through his aged yet robust frame. His moans grew louder, his heartbeat pounding like war drums, each tremor amplifying his lust.

澳大利亚东部标准时间2025年8月1日星期五早上09:15，宇宙战舰大和号上，小林的舱室里昏暗的灯光投下长长的阴影，映照出眼前的一幕。舰长冲田十三 sprawled在床上，白发被汗水浸湿，满脸胡须的脸颊泛着深红，胸膛随着粗重的喘息起伏。这个曾无比坚定的指挥官，此刻因气体和释放的欲望而变得虚弱不堪，却又带着一种奇异的吸引力。小林仍跪着，凝视着他，眼中混合着敬畏和一个疯狂的想法。他伸手到床底，捡起掉落的小瓶，小心翼翼地将液体滴在毛巾上。假装要为冲田擦汗，他靠近舰长，故意将毛巾停留在冲田的鼻子和嘴巴处，甚至用力捂住。冲田还处于迷雾中，深深吸入气体，效果立竿见影——他的眼神变得迷离，体内再次燃起原始的欲望。原本疲软的阴茎再次膨胀，比之前更加坚硬巨大，仿佛气体释放了他压抑已久的潜力。

伴随着低沉的咆哮，冲田猛地扑向前，强壮的双臂如野兽般抱住小林。他那再次勃起的巨根在小林的肛门四周摩擦，粗糙的触感让他的老却健壮的身体颤抖不已。他的呻吟声此起彼伏，心跳从未如此剧烈加速。Finally, with a savage thrust, he found his target, plunging his thick shaft deep into Kobayashi’s unprepared entrance. The young man cried out in pain, his body tensing as the intrusion stretched him painfully, but Okita’s eyes burned with feral madness, oblivious to anything but his own pleasure.

终于，巨根找到目标，他毫不顾忌地猛插进去，小林发出一声痛苦的叫喊，身体因突如其来的侵入而紧绷，但冲田眼中只有疯狂，毫不在意对方的感受。

The veteran captain’s strength, honed by years of battle against the Gamilas, shone through. His hips twisted with relentless energy, driving his massive cock in and out, each thrust a rhythmic assault. The giant member, engorged and throbbing like an enraged dragon, plowed deeper with every motion, its veins pulsing against Kobayashi’s tender walls. The rookie clenched his eyes shut, enduring the agony of his first violation, yet a twisted excitement surged within him—being taken by the man he idolized fueled a dark thrill. Okita, sensing his suffering, smirked and reached down, his rough hand wrapping around Kobayashi’s own cock, stroking it with a firm grip. The dual sensations—pain behind and pleasure ahead—sent Kobayashi’s mind reeling, the reality of their “death journey” fading into a haze of ecstasy.

这位身经百战的舰长，抗击伽米拉斯人的经验让他的身体展现出惊人的力量。臀部不断扭动，巨根如怒龙般进进出出，每一次撞击都带着节奏的侵袭。那粗大的阴茎，青筋凸起，深深刺入小林柔嫩的内部，新兵闭着眼睛忍受着初次被强暴的痛苦。然而一想到是自己仰慕的人在占有他，他心中竟涌起一种扭曲的兴奋。冲田察觉到他的挣扎，嘴角浮现一抹微笑，粗糙的手伸向小林的阴茎，开始用力撸动。前后双重的快感让小林头脑发昏，早已忘却他们正处于几乎有去无回的“死亡之旅”中。

Time lost meaning as Okita’s sweat-drenched body continued its relentless rhythm. His groans escalated into a roar, his muscles tensing as the third climax built. With a final, earth-shaking thrust, he erupted, his massive cock pulsing as thick streams of cum flooded Kobayashi’s insides. The old hero’s body convulsed with the intensity of his release, a victorious cry escaping his lips before he collapsed beside the young man, sated and slipping into an exhausted slumber.

时间仿佛停滞，冲田满身是汗的身体持续着狂野的节奏。他的呻吟转为怒吼，肌肉紧绷，第三次高潮即将来临。伴随着最后一次震撼的撞击，他爆发了，巨根剧烈脉动，将浓稠的精液注入小林体内。老英雄的身体因极度释放而痉挛，胜利的呼喊从唇间溢出，随后满足地倒在小林身边，昏睡过去。

Kobayashi, still impaled and cradled in Okita’s strong arms, felt an unexpected warmth—a sense of security he’d never known. The pain subsided, replaced by a strange contentment, and he too drifted into a deep, dream-filled sleep, their entwined bodies a silent testament to the wild passions unleashed in the void of space.

小林仍被他紧紧抱着，感受到一股前所未有的安全感。疼痛渐渐消退，取而代之的是一种奇妙的满足，他也沉入梦乡，两人的身体纠缠在一起，默默见证着太空深处释放的狂野情欲。

2:30 PM AEST, Friday, August 01, 2025, aboard the Yamato, Kobayashi stirred awake, his body aching yet strangely at peace. As his bleary eyes adjusted to the dim light of his quarters, he froze. The room, which had been a chaotic mess of sweat and semen the night before, was now spotlessly clean, as if nothing had happened. A dream? No, this wasn’t a dream—the lingering soreness in his body and the faint scent of musk confirmed the reality of last night’s wild encounter with Captain Okita.He sat up, heart sinking, and glanced toward the door. There stood Okita Juzo, his white-haired figure framed like a general preparing for a distant campaign. The captain turned, offering only a fleeting back view and a single, stoic wave of goodbye before the door slid shut with a soft hiss. “No, don’t go, my hero…” Kobayashi whispered, a pang of longing and loss washing over him. His chest tightened with a mix of adoration and regret, the image of Okita’s departing silhouette etched into his mind.In his daze, his gaze drifted to the small table beside his bed. A note lay there, written in Okita’s firm hand: “I’ve confiscated that bottle of yours. Come to me if you need it next time. —Captain Okita.” Kobayashi stared at the words, a flush creeping up his neck. The note, both a reprimand and a promise, left him with a bittersweet sense of connection to the man he idolized. With a sigh, he clutched the paper to his chest, the quiet cabin now holding only the echo of their shared night.

【To be continued】

澳大利亚东部标准时间2025年8月1日星期五下午 03:30，宇宙战舰大和号上，小林从睡梦中醒来，身体隐隐作痛，却又带着一种奇异的平静。他迷蒙的双眼适应了舱室昏暗的光线，突然一愣。昨夜被精液弄得一片狼藉的房间，如今干净得像从未发生过任何事。这是梦吗？不，这不是梦——身体的酸痛和空气中残留的淡淡麝香气息，清晰地诉说着昨夜与冲田舰长狂野邂逅的真实。他坐起身，心头一沉，目光转向门口。冲田十三站在那里，白发身影如即将远征的将军般挺拔。他转过身，只留给小林一个渐行渐远的背影，挥手告别，随后门伴随着轻微的嘶嘶声缓缓关闭。“不，别走，我的英雄……”小林低语，胸口涌起一阵失落与依恋。仰慕与遗憾交织，冲田离去的剪影深深印在他的脑海中。在恍惚中，他的视线落在床边的桌上。一张便条静静地躺在那里，上面写着冲田坚定有力的字迹：“我没收了你的那个瓶子，下次需要使用时再来找我。——舰长 冲田。”小林凝视着这些文字，脸颊不自觉泛红。这张便条既是责备又是承诺，让他与敬仰的男人之间多了一丝微妙的联系。他叹了口气，将纸条紧握在胸前，安静的舱室里，只剩昨夜共鸣的回响。

【To be continued】