Kenta's heart stopped. His eyes darted between Roll and the door.

 

Then the shortstack cyborg started to push him towards it. "H - hey!" 

 

Kenta frantically grabbed his pants, hoping he could at least get somewhat decent first. He messily yanked them up over his still semi-hard dick as he tried to make himself look more presentable and not like he’d just got done fucking a sexy little bitch all over government equipment with all the strength he could muster. He probably pulled it off as well as he could have.

 

Then he took a deep breath, made sure Roll was out of sight, and opened the door a crack. 

 

Swan smiled at him pleasantly. He did his best to return it. “Are you by yourself in here?” she asked in a cordial tone.

 

"O - oh uh... Sorry, yeah, okay, um. Yeah, Roll was just showing me the Material Synthesizer Room! It's really uh..." He glanced back to Roll as she frantically ran around trying to get the room somewhat presentable. "... Neat!"

 

Clearing his throat, he slid out of the room and shut the door behind him. Now he just had to hope Swan couldn’t smell the sex on him. 

 

He carefully sized her up as she turned away, guiding him to the hallway. Her manner was professional... more than you’d expect from a gorgeous young blonde in what basically amounted to bimbo slutwear, with half her massive breasts hanging out. 

 

“W - Well, shall we? Sunset will be moody if you keep her waiting, you know.”

 

"R - right. Sorry, yeah. I'm ready."

 

Does she know? he thought. It seemed like he'd gotten away with it. Surely the slight twitching of Swan's nose was because he'd had a long, sweaty day and not because she was snorting hot sex fumes.

 

That was what he hoped, but in reality he couldn’t be further from the truth. Internally, Swan was just about crying. Sure, she looked as calm and cool as ever, but inside every huff of that thick testosterone-laden stink was driving her more and more into heat. 

 

 

She knew she needed to calm down or she'd start letting it show in her face... That would be so embarrassing!

 

All these thoughts and more ran through Swan’s mind as her pussy twitched, a damp patch quickly forming on the inside of her thong underwear. Her legs shook involuntarily, just slightly.

 

"C - Come along, then,” Swan said, keeping her voice as level as could be expected.

 

Following Swan all the way to the infirmary, Kenta slowly became aware that he’d been holding a knot in his stomach for the last few hours. Ever since the battle in the schoolyard, he’d been struggling to keep a lid on his concern for Sunset. Sure, Roll had abated that somewhat, but even then!

 

Regardless, he’d wanted to make sure she was alright. So when they reached the door, and he thought about what was waiting for him on the other side, he needed a moment to stop, catch his breath and compose himself.

 

Then he went on through. And seeing Sunset on the other side, sitting up in bed and smiling, he felt that knot unraveling. His breath came back to him.

 

“Sunset! You’re alright!” Kenta thrust forwards into the small room, his relief obvious in his voice. Beside him, Swan nearly jumped, she was so startled by the outburst.

 

Sunset looked surprised too. “... Whoa. Haha, yeah, obviously. Why, you were that worried about me?”

 

She was smiling. A smug smile. Obviously delighting in putting him on the spot, did this girl have a mean streak or what? 

 

But he did have to wonder a little. Why was this girl so important to him? He’d only met her just yesterday, so why was he already acting so invested in her fate? It couldn’t just be because she was the one of the cutest girls he’d ever seen, right?

 

No, that wasn’t it. He wasn’t just worried about protecting her. He wanted to protect everyone. 

 

He thought about the girls in his class. Hadn’t he been just as stricken thinking about how they might be hurt? His heart had leapt into his throat just as readily for each and every one of them. Maybe it was an unrealistic attitude in the middle of a warzone, but fuck it, right? He’d go to the ends of the earth for any one of those girls. He’d do whatever was necessary to protect them. He finally found the words to express himself.

 

“Well, obviously. I’m a teacher. Looking after kids your age is my job.”

 

“Kids my age, huh?” Sunset parroted back, still smiling.

 

“Yeah, I know, you’re... Look, even if you signed up for this, I... I’m still glad you’re okay. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

 

“I can see that. You climbed right into that robot and started fighting like it was nothing.”

 

Kenta shrugged. “Yeah. And I’d do it again... even if it was the second-most terrifying event of my life.”

 

Sunset tilted her head slightly. She looked like she was quietly reevaluating him. “Mm. That’s sweet.”

 

Swan came up behind him, nodding sagely. “Well, you have nothing to worry about there. Thanks to your and Sunset’s movements, all the damage was contained to a small area. The worst injury of the lot was... Miss... Lalonde and her twisted ankle, which will be just fine in a day or two.”

 

“Phew...”

 

Swan fetched some coffee while Kenta pulled up a chair and got situated. And he got his first good look at Sunset too.

 

In all the confusion earlier, he realized he hadn't gotten a good look at her ripped-up, battle-damaged pilot's suit... and now he knew how synthesis worked, he realized how truly sorrowful that was.

 

Well! He'd probably see it in more fleshed-out detail at some point, right?

 

Oh, but her current attire wasn’t too bad, either. Seems like they didn't favour hospital gowns around here, and had instead just wrapped the nude girl up in a few bandages to preserve her modesty, which meant right now the only thing between him and Sunset's meaty, basketball-sized teen tits was a single strip of polyurethane bandage. Two fat, fist-sized nipple bumps were also making a very good showing of themselves.

 

Sunset finally broke the silence: "Honestly, it’s a good thing you stuck around. I needed to thank you for earlier.”

 

He quickly glanced down at the wrapping on her chest and how much it wasn't covering for a brief moment. Thankfully Kenta had just had his balls drained. He couldn't help but appreciate it, though.

 

Kenta let out a small laugh. "Come on, it's not like I couldn't, after seeing all that... Sue me for being concerned. You did a great job out there, I was shocked as hell that it was you."

 

He found a seat next to her bed and slumped into it with a sigh, before looking back at her. "You uh... you are okay, right?"

 

"Obviously. It’ll take more than some dumbass bug to get the best of me," Sunset said, thumping her sternum proudly. An action she immediately regretted when it loosened the bandage, dropping both her bare tits out suddenly and unceremoniously with two resounding slaps. The flame-haired girl immediately turned bright red and wrapped her arms around herself, turning her body away from him.

 

"Eeep!" she gasped, quickly working on stuffing herself back in. It was adorable that she thought a tiny strip of cloth like that worked for clothing, but she still panicked the moment it came off. Seems like even her exhibitionism had limits. 

 

But Kenta got his look, perking up a little bit upon seeing Sunset's glorious, uncovered chest.  He'd gotten himself a brief glimpse of two plump pink nipples though, like a big pair of spigots on two giant milk canisters. Lucky him.

 

And she seemed to appreciate that, grinning slyly at him even as she fixed her top, recovering very fast. "Enjoying the view, perv?"

 

Yeah. Yeah he was. He shot the fiery girl an eye roll. 

 

Once she was settled back into her top, Sunset sighed. "But yeah, seriously, I'm fine. I just wish I'd been able to stop it on my own... I mean, thanks for the help and all, but..."

 

She shrugged. "Well, you don't wanna hear me complaining. I'm just glad someone was able to save the day." The tone of self-flagellation couldn’t be more obvious if she tried. 

 

It grated on Kenta. What she did was heroic. Here she was, battered and bruised for standing up for people, and she was concerned that she didn't do enough? 

 

... Maybe it bothered him because he saw a bit of himself in this reckless young girl.

 

"You shouldn't beat yourself up for that. A kid like you shouldn't be putting yourself in danger like this, but you did. Thank you. You went above and beyond and my students are alive right now because you did." He gave her a warm smile. "I'm sure if they knew, they'd be here thanking you, too."

 

Sunset might have actually looked more embarrassed at the praise than having her tits seen. She averted her eyes and muttered a few quiet words of protest, but otherwise she let his words roll right over the top of any response she'd like to make. 

 

Secretly, it made her very happy. On some level she'd known she was the only reason Kenta's class hadn't been vaporized in their entirety earlier, but hearing him say it made it sound so much more real to her.

 

"Well anyway!" she said, suddenly. "You did a lot too! So... So thanks!"

 

More laughter followed from Kenta, and Sunset couldn’t help but join in. “I see we’re both bad at taking compliments,” he said, and she nodded cheerfully.

 

Sunset eased back onto her pillow, closing her eyes. "Why not take Swan’s offer? Then they can thank both of us.”

 

Kenta crossed his arms and sighed. "As far as Swan's offer goes... Guess it's not like I have much of a choice. The way she said it, no one else can use that robot now."

 

He thought back on piloting Rakuraizer for the first time. It was definitely one hell of a rush, even if he didn't really understand what was going on in the moment. How in the world was he able to just control it without any kind of training at all? It was like the robot understood what he wanted to do, and it just worked out. No. It was more than that. It felt like maybe he was someone else in it. Or, not someone else, just that maybe he was himself but... more. It was a strange sensation, and now that he was considering it, maybe a little frightening.

 

No one needed to know all that, though. He'd figure that out later.

 

Kenta looked up to realizing Sunset was sniffing the air. Oh right. He froze like a deer in headlights as he realized he still smelled of fresh wet cunt, he’d totally forgotten.

 

... Swan was being noticeably quiet, too. Chewing her fingernails whenever she looked his way. Fuck.

 

But just as Sunset began to ask if either of them could smell anything funny, Swan quickly pushed past it.  "A - Anyway! Ahem. Was there anything else you’d like to ask Sunset before we let her get some rest, Mr. Tadashii?”

 

Phew. Nice save, although it still caused him to sit up in his seat with beads of sweat on his forehead, trying to hide any potential stains on his front. Hopefully he could get out of here before Sunset got wise to anything. 

 

Right, the conversation. Questions for Sunset? Surely there was something. Kenta tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm... How long have you been fighting those things exactly? You seem like you know what you’re doing alright.”

 

Swan smiled proudly, as if it were a compliment to their whole operation. “Actually, our brave young pilot hasn't been in service for very long... but she's already exceeded expectations enormously! <Good job, Sunset!>"

 

"Right. Swan picked me up last month, so... one, two, three... three weeks! But I was doing VR training for about six months before that."

 

Sunset winked. "So, you know. Basically a pro."

 

"If I may say so, we think she'd benefit greatly from having someone there to support her. After all, we couldn't ask a civilian to perform in a military capacity like she does so suddenly... but there's lots of jobs your Rakuraizer could handle on the field to help Sunset's operations proceed smoothly without your direct involvement in combat. Covering her rear - " (Sunset sniggered, which put a smile on Kenta’s face - it was kinda refreshing how comfortable she seemed, despite being functionally naked in front of him) " - Reconnaissance, reloading her weapons... and the like."

 

"That's the task we'd be requesting of you, Kenta." Swan bowed formally: "Thank you!"

 

"Reconnaissance, huh...?" Having someone put themselves in danger right in front of him didn't sit right with Kenta at all. It kind of felt wrong. She's the one with her whole life ahead of her, afterall.

 

But it wasn’t like Kenta could protest. He was the newbie around here. Hell, he just fell into this whole role today. Who was he to try to upset the natural order of a whole (apparently governmental) organization after only being inside the building for such a short amount of time?

 

The image of Sunset's robot being torn apart by the giant mantis replayed in his mind.

 

"...I don't like the idea of her getting hurt again."

 

It was a bit hypocritical of him to be speaking up like this after he just praised her on standing up for others. Maybe it was some dumb monkey brain male instinct thing of not wanting to see a girl get hurt. Even if this particular girl was entirely capable.

 

"I'll do what I can without getting involved, sure. But I'm gonna jump in if I see something go wrong."

 

Swan clapped her hands. "How brave! You remind me of my old coworkers... They were overflowing with banzai spirit too!"

 

She tilted her head towards Sunset. "It’s sexy, isn’t it?”

 

Sunset smirked. "Yeah, maybe."

 

---

 

About this time, Roll wandered into the room, changed back to her little red dress. She asked if Kenta had agreed to help out and Swan filled her in on what she'd missed. Roll gave Kenta a lewd look when nobody was looking, miming some sexual act or another with her hands, then immediately whistling with her hands behind her back when Swan looked over in her direction. She was going to be trouble, he could tell.

 

It almost made him croak on the spot. Swan and Sunset doubleteam-teasing Kenta was already bad enough, now this brat was trying to get his dick hard too. It was such a whiplash seeing someone that cute with that look on her face, and it made  all the memories of what they’d done earlier come flooding back.

 

Why the fuck had he fucked her on the base? He overheated just remembering it. 

 

The worst part is that he didn't have it in him to actually regret it. He didn't know if it was possible for a man to have a 24/7 boner, but these girls were definitely going to make him find out. Maybe Celestia would be proud.

 

After that, things went pretty fast. The four of them got comfortable around the infirmary, and Sunset ate a packed dinner while Swan and Roll explained Kenta's new duties to him in full. They'd be keeping Rakuraizer here at the base, but he was welcome to come out whenever he wanted. They didn't want him quitting his job as a teacher and insisted as such, but unfortunately that meant he'd be pulling double-time for a bit. 

 

The schedule sounded hellish: a whole day working at the Academy, then another equivalent shift in the VR training room here at the MG Headquarters, but Swan insisted it would only be for a month or so after which he'd be fully trained.

 

Roll also had a gift for him: an M-Watch, a device that could be used to communicate remotely with other members of their staff. Supposedly it could eventually be configured to allow him to call Rakuraizer to his current location in an emergency, but it was going to take some time for them to program that in, since they weren't familiar with the new robot's schematics. That meant he'd have to report here first before any sorties for the time being.

 

It felt weird to him how 'official' everything suddenly was. Swan and Roll were suddenly laying out his schedule and his duties like he was a new employee, and he basically had no say in any of it. They just expected him to follow orders... well, that was kind of part of the deal when they were the experts who had the future of humanity in their hands, right?

 

Still, two new jobs in two days. At this rate, he’d be running Tokyo single-handedly by the end of the year. And it wasn’t like he actually minded: his two jobs made him feel like he was doing actual good; protecting the future of the country in two separate, but equally important ways. Plus, the VR training sounded pretty cool. 

 

Even the M-Watch, which he turned over and inspected amusedly before putting on, made him feel more important. Like he was part of something out of the ordinary. It was nice, even though its inclusion on his wrist was a bit awkward. He fiddled with it off and on through the rest of his time at the MG base and tried to get used to the weight and feeling of it.

 

After a bit longer to sit and pleasantly listen to the three girls talk about whatever came up, Kenta figured it was probably a good idea to get home and get some rest himself. If his schedule was going to be full for the foreseeable future, he'd definitely need some sleep. 

 

Giving Sunset a goodbye wave and one more prolonged look to burn the sight into his memory, he followed Director Swan and Roll out of the infirmary and on his way back to his apartment. Back to what counted as 'normal'.

 

A technician took Kenta as far as the surface, whereupon he transferred to a train heading back home.

 

The entire trip was just one big shellshock, the stunned man sitting silently on the train as he stared off into space. He barely even noticed the dull ache continuing on in his balls.

 

Dinner, shower, sleep. It all went by in a flurry, he was just so distracted. Kenta was in bed and unconscious before he knew it, sleeping the sleep of the truly exhausted.

 

But in truth, the strange happenings were only just beginning.

 

---

 

The next morning, he swiftly woke up, showered, got dressed and prepared to take the train in to work. Whatever insane things had happened yesterday, he still had an obligation to his students, one he was going to fulfil right here and now.

 

And then he saw someone waiting for him at the school gates, and all that previous rebuilt tempo came crashing down.

 

“No way...” 

 

Up until that moment, Kenta had been borderline exhausted. The entirety of breakfast and the ride into town had passed by in a dull flash of ‘I’d rather be in bed right now.’ And perhaps rightly so.

 

But the colour that had been drained from his life suddenly all came pouring back in when he saw that girl at the school’s front gates, her hand raised to turn the handle and let herself in.

 

She wore the school's standard uniform, like every other student attending here: black choker, sheer, midriff-baring top with no bra straps visible, a miniskirt that managed as a belt and not much else, the straps of her high-leg thong rising all the way up to her waist... thigh-high stockings and heels, all the usual stuff he'd been (slowly) getting used to.

 

But the girl wearing it was another matter altogether. When she’d been here two days ago, she'd been in casual clothes. She'd told him she wasn't a student.

 

... So why was Sunset Shimmer about to enter the school dressed as a student?!

 

She smiled his way. "Oh hey, old man. Think your class has got room for one more?"

 

She glanced both ways, then gripped her skirt's hem in both hands and lifted it suddenly, flashing her crotch in that little red thong with the pink heart on the pussy, all with the most wicked little grin. "I'll make it worth your whileeee~"

 

... The only explanation, to Kenta’s mind, was that he’d finally cracked. The events of yesterday had been too much for him, and he’d gone stark-raving mad. Now he could collapse and start gibbering, because this was definitely all some insane fever dream.

 

Except when she reached out to take his hand, tugging him through the gate and towards the school building, she felt very, very warm. "Come on!"

 

How was she here? "H-how are you here?!" 

 

Why was she here? "Why are you here?!"

 

Kenta tried to stammer any kind of meager objection as he was basically dragged up to the school, his vision full of a flowing hair of fire and a small fluttering black cloth failing to cover a plump, perfect behind.

 

And her hands were so soft. That’s right, for all of Sunset's bravado and combat ability, she was still a girl.

 

Kenta felt his cheeks betraying him with a small blush of embarrassment that he tried to force back down via frown. What was going on? How could she just show up and say she was a student now? And do that of all things! Was he supposed to take it as a harmless tease, or...

 

“And shouldn’t I be the one leading you around? Have you really never been here before?”

 

And Sunset just laughed. “What, you can’t take one more girl in your class? I’ll be good~”

 

... making it abundantly clear any further efforts to get the truth out of her would probably just result in more teasing.

 

Kenta let out a small sigh of resignation. Maybe she really was here for some unforeseen reason, or maybe she just wanted to mess with him. He was sure he’d figure it out sooner or later... The main problem right now was just that, despite it all, Kenta was actually kind of enjoying it.

 

He knew for a fact his life was about to become a lot more uncertain. He knew Sunset’s appearance was just one drop in the pool of randomness his life was about to become. 

 

But none of that mattered. He’d just handle it all as it came to him. He still had students, he still had classes to teach. He’d do the right thing by them, then handle the new as it came, one step at a time. His father had always told him to be ready for anything... so that was exactly what he intended to do, no matter how crazy things got.

 

Sunset looked back, realizing Kenta had stopped. He was looking up at the sky.

 

“Kenta?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Whatcha doin’? Aren’t we gonna be late for my first class?” She gave him a little tug as if trying to jumpstart him again.

 

“Sunset?”

 

“Mmm?”

 

“Starting today, let’s protect this city. Let’s stop the invasion, you and me.”

 

She grinned, and for a second the brightness of the world seemed to get even brighter. “Sounds good to me, old man.”