Altair Guardians: Chapter 2 - Implanted Duty

The day after Rena saved Karin, the two of them saw the crowd of people gathered around the school newspaper posted on the bulletin board after school, so they approached while trying to remain inconspicuous.

Their school was deep in a verdant residential district that had easy access to the city center. Trees surrounded a campus that was much larger than any of those in the city. All the boys and girls who attended there were the best of the best.

But those elite students were little different from the kids at other schools. Some of the boys left their uniform unbuttoned, set their hair with gel, and bragged about their girlfriend and most of the girls had shortened their skirts to halfway up their thighs. Rena and Karin were about the only ones following the school rule about skirt length. Their friends often said they should shorten their skirts since they were so cute, but they always blushed and refused, saying it was too embarrassing.

“Rena, Karin.”

A girl noticed them approaching and called out to them. Before Rena could say anything, the girl excitedly told them the Altair Guardians had made an appearance.

Rena knew it was indecent, but she jumped a few times to get a look at the article past the crowd. Karin was so short that even jumping would not let her see it.

“ ‘Who are the Beautiful Warriors who Fight Evil?’ ”

Rena read the headline for Karin while feeling her ears grow red.

“We’re in there again,” whispered Karin so only Rena could hear with a bitter smile on her lips.

“It’s incredible. The rumor is they’re girls about our age,” said the girl. “But not even guns work on those Hypnos people, right? I wonder how those girls fight. Magic maybe? What do you think, Rena?”
“Don’t ask me,” said Rena with a shrug, but in her head she was recalling what she knew.

Half a year ago, Radiant Knight Luria had given them each an Altair and those radiant garments had been absorbed inside their bodies. The light contained within gave them knowledge every time they drew on its power. It told them the history of a war.

The Dimensional Alliance, to which the radiant warriors belonged, and the Hypnos, to which Velka and the other dark warriors belonged, were fighting a war in an alternate dimension on earth.

The Alliance valued law and order and used the energy at the base of all forms of power to help the world prosper, but the Hypnos used it to fulfill their own desires. The Hypnos did not want to place any restrains on their own pleasures and desires, so they used their dark power as a weapon to fight the Alliance. The Alliance fought back using the light, which was the polar opposite of the darkness. It had looked like the Alliance would win a swift and crushing victory since they had an overwhelming numerical advantage, but they had reached a stalemate when faced with that dark power which wrought violence and doom.

To break free of that stalemate, the Hypnos had set their sights on the key to the power hidden within the earth – the very key found within Rena and Karin. If they stole that power, the Alliance would collapse in the blink of an eye. That was how powerful the energy in question was. The earth was like an undeveloped land for those otherdimensional beings, so conquering it would be like taking candy from a baby for them. The Hypnos had tried to send a conquering force between dimensions to earth. The Alliance had stopped that, but a single unit had breached their defensive line. That unit was led by Dark Knight Velka who excelled in illusions and trickery.

“We still do not know everything Velka is capable of, so be careful,” Luria had told them.

It was unknown how much longer it would take, but the Dimensional Alliance was working to send a rescue force here. Rena and Karin would have to protect the earth until they arrived. Rena clenched her fist as she thought back on all that information.

“Check it out – it’s the Altair Guardians. Damn they’re cute.”

A boy’s voice dragged her mind back to the present.

The students gathered around the newspaper had mostly dispersed at some point and she could hear athletes beginning their practices out on the schoolyard. She and Karin could finally get a good look at the newspaper.

It contained a photo of the transformed heroines fighting in the city. One of the school’s students must have been there when they were fighting the day before, but the photo was blurry and hard to make out. However, that was not the camera’s fault. It was due to a power held by the Altair Guardians and the Hypnos. Rose and Marine’s hair color and eye color were really the only things that changed about their appearance, but the power of light prevented their identities from being discovered or recorded by any earth medium.

“I wonder who they are. They look human.”

“Are they, though? The rumor is the Hypnos are extraterrestrial lifeforms.”

“Who cares? They’re protecting us, so I’m thankful either way.”

The boys’ discussion filled Rena and Karin’s chests with heat. The fighting could be hard, but that kind of appreciation helped motivate them to keep it up.

Then the boys began discussing whether Rose or Marine was better.

“I think I’d go with Altair Rose. She fights with kicks and a whip! Badass.”

“A-a whip? I mean, I guess I do whip with it, but it’s a ribbon.”

Rena grumpily muttered a response under her breath and Karin giggled after overhearing it.

“Rose, huh? I think I’d choose Marine. I can’t say no to a gun when it comes to weapons.”

They appreciated the thanks, but the compliments were embarrassing. The sisters’ cheeks began to flush.

“But as cool as they are…no, cool isn’t even the right word. They’re just plain cute.”

The boys continued their discussion, but they sounded more excited than before.

“Cute? Nah, they’re smoking hot!”
(Ehh!?)
Rena just about expressed her shock aloud. She looked to the side to find Karin was just as stunned.

“I hear they wear these crazy short miniskirts, so you can see their panties all you want while they fight.” “And they’ve got these really hot bodies but they act all ladylike. Yet they’re jumping around and fighting.” “Damn, I wish I could even just hug them!” “Those black stockings make Rose’s thighs a hundred times hotter!!” “What if it turned out they were as horny as their outfits!?”
As the boys got more and more worked up, Rena and Karin blushed out to their ears in embarrassment and held their bodies to hide their large breasts.

“Ugh, they’re not horny,” sighed Karin.

“Those heroines’ costumes are not horny,” agreed Rena with real force in her words. “Those are holy costumes.”

“God, why are boys like this?” “Rena, Karin, let’s get to our clubs.”

The girls began walking to their various clubs or teams and Rena and Karin used that chance to do the same.

The boys had only just noticed those two’s presence, so they began whispering to each other.

“It’s Rena-san and Karin-chan.” “They’re so cute.” “Man, I bet the Altair Guardians are as cute as them.”

The boys meant no harm and were just being teenagers, but it was too much for Rena and Karin right now.

“W-we can hear every word of that,” muttered Karin, her shoulders slumping.

The two of them shrank down even more as they quickly departed.

 

Karin floated in the leisure pool with her eyes narrowed against the bright summer sun. Her sister was swimming in the racing pool next to this one.

“That’s another personal best. Keep up the good work, Rena-san.”

Hearing Shinjou Saya’s voice, she looked over and saw Rena being complimented as she climbed from the pool.

Shinjou was a new teacher who had joined the school this year. She was gentle and kind to everyone and her hint of clumsiness was adorable. She felt more like a somewhat older friend than a teacher, so everyone adored her. The swim team had lacked an advisor, so she had taken that position and used the counselor’s office near the pool.

Karin sighed and then smiled bitterly since this was not like her at all.

Rena trained stoically and could master anything in no time, but Karin barely improved while going through the exact same training. Her worthlessness would always get her down, but she would never sigh. But the thing bothering her now was not the swim team – it was Altair Marine.

Nothing was going well recently.

She had been fighting for half a year now. Through daily training and repelling the attacking Hypnos monsters and grunts, she had grown well beyond where she had started. In technique, in energy, and in spirit.

And yet…

(Why do I keep almost losing to the grunts?)
She was always full of energy and put up a strong-willed fight against the grunts, but she was actually kinder than anyone, timid, fearful, and a crybaby. She emulated her ever-capable big sister to put on a strong-willed mask, but that mask was stripped away so easily when she was shaken. Even now, her timid side was escaping and she had a tendency to go running to her sister and hide behind her back.

She thought back to yesterday’s fight. She had nearly lost to the grunts who she had easily defeated even back when she first started transforming. And if she did lose to them, it would mean being horrifically raped. She and her sister had seen so many women being raped by the Hypnos. None of them had wanted it, but once the Hypnos got to them, they ended up moaning in pleasure.

(Will I…will Marine end up like that too? No, that can’t be.)

She shook her head, but she could not stop recalling the images of the grunts’ hugely swollen crotches when they saw her strangled or suffering.

She had been in so much trouble she allowed the grunts to get aroused.

“That would have happened to me too if they had taken hostages like that,” Rena had insisted, but Karin knew that was wrong in two ways.

First, Rose would have been able to save the hostages with her varied techniques and clever mind. And second, Karin knew she would have ended up like that even without the hostages.

It was true she had fired several energy bullets to rescue the hostages, but she had run out of energy unexpectedly quickly and her trademark swift movements had lacked their usual luster. That was why the grunts had managed to capture her while she was refilling her weapon with energy. Even though she had never before given them that kind of opening when refueling.

It made no sense. She held her breath and sank into the water.

Her costume had not been missing anything. The Altair transformation suit drew out the wearer’s hidden energy, so if she lacked her usual power, it would suggest something wrong with the transformation. But that could not be. For performance that bad, her suit would have to be missing a crucial piece, like the gloves or boots. And since those things were protected by an incredibly strong defensive power, it would take an immense amount of damage to destroy them.

(And I did a “full” transformation yesterday. I removed my panties and everything.)

She was confident of that and, more than that, Rena had confirmed it. Rena had said there was nothing wrong with Karin’s costume. So why had she felt so embarrassed and frozen up?

She floated up and brought her face above water again.

“Karin-san.”

Her heart raced when she heard someone call her name from the poolside.

She looked up to see it was Shinjou-sensei. Rena was with her, so she waved and gave her that special smile she only ever gave Karin. Karin climbed onto the poolside while Rena entered the pool.

<I’ll go get some tea,> said Karin, using Altair Energy to speak directly in Rena’s mind, and she winked.

After training, she could use some telepathy before transformation, albeit not as much as her sister.

<Alone with her again? You’re gonna make me jealous if you keep this up. See you later.>

Rena responded in the same way, so Karin nodded and continued out of the pool, but then she felt a poke at her side and let out a shriek. She looked over to see her sister puffing her cheeks out and looking up at her in a sulky way. Even if that was her sister, she looked breathtakingly cute to Karin.

<Why can’t you be that cute all the time?>
<Because it’s embarrassing.>

Rena grinned, poked at Karin’s side again, and then moved away.

Karin sighed back at her with a smile of her own, climbed out of the pool, and walked to the counselor’s office.

 

“Welcome.”

When Karin entered the counselor’s office and shut the door, she was greeted by Shinjou’s gentle voice.

The chilly wind of the air conditioner carried over a sweet aroma to tickle her nose. Shinjou’s office always smelled that way and the aroma was oddly calming to Karin. All her worries from the pool seemed to grow light as cotton candy and slowly melt away. Her mood brightened and she regained her usual cheerful personality.

“Shinjou-sensei.”

She hopped into the sofa across from Shinjou. Shinjou smiled and offered the bright-eyed girl a cup of light purple tea.

“Thank you, as always.”

“Think nothing of it. I’m happy just hearing that you enjoy my tea.”

“Mmm! It really is good, though. I could drink cup after cup of it.”

“Thank you. I made it a little sweeter today. That should help you relax more.”

Sure enough, the tea tasted a little sweeter than normal, but it was not a cloying sweetness. It felt nice on her tongue and filled her with a warmth that invited drowsiness.

“Did anything fun happen today?”

Once Karin finished her first cup, Shinjou offered her a new one. Karin felt bad doing so, but she accepted that and began drinking it too.

“Well, today…”

She answered Shinjou’s question, feeling like she was basking in the gentle spring sun while floating on a cloud in the sky.

Shinjou Saya was special to Karin, but not in an inappropriate way. She was the key to the confidence Karin needed to fight as Altair Marine.

Shinjou had not seemed all that shocked by it, but she had once been attacked by the Hypnos. Marine had saved her back when she had first started fighting. Karin had been surprised when the woman joined the school as a new teacher, but it made her feel proud all over again for having saved her. Then Shinjou had become the swim team’s advisor and had taken a special interest in the Mizuno Sisters, so Karin felt very close to her.

Karin ended up drinking a third cup of tea too. When passed a fourth cup, she smiled and thanked Shinjou again.

This tea was an original blend made by Shinjou. Shinjou enjoyed teas, aromas, music, and other things that stimulated the senses, so she said she enjoyed coming up with blends that were just to her taste. She had apparently developed that skill to the point of making tea so delicious that Karin would want to drink several cups of it.

“Well? Do you like it?”
Shinjou’s voice seemed to be reaching her from a distance and Karin opened her mouth to respond. The ticking of the clock, the sweet aroma, and the delicious tea all added up to a pleasant time. She was filled with happiness.

She found herself in a strange state where she was so excited she thought her heart would dance in her chest, yet she could barely think straight. An image of the key to her heart being opened faded in and out of her hazy mind.

“I do. Onee-chan says she likes this tea too.”

She had meant to respond to Shinjou’s question right away, but the clock’s seconds hand had made a half rotation of the clock before she did so.

“But Rena-san refuses to open her heart to me,” continued Shinjou.

“Eh? She does?”
Despite her question, Karin’s mind was too hazy for her to really understand what the words meant. But that only applied to the conscious part of her mind. The words themselves soaked deep into her brain like water into parched earth.

“She fights it. But she has gotten better about that recently. She was honestly impressive at first. I was using my probing technique like crazy to no effect. She must really care about you, Karin-chan.”

“Onee-chan fought the probing? Yes, she loves me. And I love her.”

“Yes, I’m very jealous. So I don’t think it will ever work coming from me. You need to do it. Do you think you can finally do that for me today?”

Karin had no idea what Shinjou was talking about, but she still wanted to shake her head and say no. Yet at the same time, she felt like she wanted to do it. She still could not think straight and she felt on the verge of falling asleep.

“M-me?”
“Yes. If you tell her, I’m sure Rena-san will listen. So cast my hypnosis on her, will you?”
Shinjou’s voice sounded even more distant now. Karin’s vision had blurred too much to make out anything. Her mind was fading away. She only felt her head move once, as if nodding.

 

Karin awoke with a start. She felt like she had lost consciousness, but she was not certain. Her head had definitely drooped at some point, so she quickly shook her head. She did not know how much time had passed. The room felt stuffy and hot, so the air conditioning must have stopped. Her swimsuit was soaked with sweat.

(Where’s Shinjou-sensei?)

She could see Shinjou’s legs in front of her, so she quickly looked up.

“S-sorry! I…!?”
She trailed off and her eyes widened because Shinjou was not the only other person in the room. Three grunts surrounded her.

“What!? H-Hypnos!! Sensei!”

The grunts were all smirking. Did they plan to attack Shinjou? Karin frantically reached out to help the woman, but Shinjou stood up as if to move out of reach and began to laugh in a bewitching way very different from that kind teacher.
“Hee hee hee. The stage has been set. Hahhh!!”

“S-Shinjou…-sensei?”
Karin was confused. She could not accept the reality before her eyes. The kind and gentle woman she had saved underwent a dark transformation.

“Hello, Mizuno Karin. Or should I say, Altair Marine-chan? It is I, Velka, Knight of the Hidden Arts. Ah ha ha ha ha!!”

“N-no! What did you do with Shinjou-sensei!?”
The knight gave an exaggerated bow and Karin shouted tearfully at her. This could not possibly be true. That kind teacher could not be Velka.

“Shinjou? No such teacher ever existed. It was always me, from the very beginning. Hee hee. Well? Impressed with my acting talent? The teacher you worked so hard to rescue was in fact your enemy. A true masterpiece.”

The wicked woman’s cruel confession brought tears to Karin’s eyes and lit a flame in her heart.

“Uh, uhhhhhhhhh! Y-you won’t get away this! You won’t!”

“Oh, really? Are you going to fight me? When you can’t even defeat the grunts?”
As Velka continued to provoke her, Karin’s anger reached its peak. She could not let that demon girl get away with using people’s hearts as her plaything.

“This won’t go the way it did yesterday! Change – Altair Marine!!”

Blue light surged from her body. Just like with Rena, her nudity was revealed within the light before the white inner suit and blue and white striped panties appeared on her. Then a blue dress costume appeared above the bodysuit, along with white gloves with blue lines drawn along them.

The one difference in form from Rose’s costume was the legs. Rose had the lines of her plump legs contained in sexy black stockings that allowed the color of her skin to show through, but Marine wore more childish and cutesy black socks. Once the low-heel boots appeared on her feet, her hair and eye color turned blue.

The light burst and the pieces of the costume came together. A blue gun appeared at her hip and the fully-transformed Marine angled her thin eyebrows to glare at the Hypnos.

“The blue light that purifies the darkness – Altair Marine!”

Marine struck a pose on her own and named herself, but without her sister by her side, the line lacked its usual punch and the courage burning in her heart felt less reliable. And yet Velka before her could fight on equal footing with Rose. She hated to admit it, but defeating Velka on her own would be difficult. She tried to draw out some energy to contact her sister.

But the light vanished from her eyes.

(Huh?)
She only managed to hold that doubt in her mind for a split second before her consciousness faded deep inside her while she remained in her post-transformation pose. A voice rang in the back of her mind while she was surrounded by a pleasant warmth. It only lasted a moment and she was not even aware it happened, but her mind had been exposed to that voice for a very long time. The message smoothly and surely transformed itself into something that felt entire natural to her.

“After transforming, you must remove your panties and fight with your pussy exposed. Your transformation is not complete with your panties still on.”

“K-khhhh. I-I’m still not fully transformed!”

She left her pose to rub her thighs together and blush. She bit her lip and held her crotch over her skirt while glaring at the Hypnos.

“What? You still haven’t done it? You took your sweet time yesterday too.”

Velka looked down on her with a confident smirk. The three grunts also made exasperated comments like “Again?” and “Pathetic.”

“I too am a knight, so I wouldn’t want to fight someone who could not draw on their full strength,” said Velka. “I will wait, so complete your transformation.”

Marine bit her lip even tighter.

“You’ll regret letting me do this.”

The transformed girl then did something that should have been shocking. She pulled up her own skirt while blushing bright.

Velka and the grunts’ smiles grew as the lovely heroine exposed her panties to her enemy, slid her white-gloved hands into them, and slowly lowered them.

“D-don’t watch!”

She was painfully aware of the men’s lustful gazes on her crotch. It was embarrassing beyond belief.

(Ahhh, wh-why do I have to remove my panties? Ugh, but I have to or my transformation isn’t complete. Oh, geez, the energy is making them cling to me.)
She lifted her legs to fully remove the thin material. Her own transformation energy caused the panties to cling to her skin so she had to release the power holding the suit to her in order to remove it.

But that was a false truth planted in her mind by Velka’s hypnosis. Removing her panties to complete her transformation was utter nonsense. In fact, removing them only weakened her Altair suit of which the panties were a part. But the innocent heroine had no way of noticing this thanks to the hypnosis.

She held the thin material that contained great power and tears of embarrassment appeared in her blue eyes as Velka and the grunts continued their verbal assault.

“Hee hee hee. What cute panties you wear.”

“But aren’t they a little childish?” “Heh heh. I bet they smell like piss.” “Ha ha. Maybe they’ve got a stain.”

Marine grew red with embarrassment and anger. She trembled and squeezed the panties in her hand before shoving them into the cleavage left exposed by her suit.

“Y-you won’t get away with this! I’ll defeat you in no time! My transformation as Altair Marine is now complete!”

She was trembling in anger, but she had not forgotten her promise with Rena. She used her energy to attempt telepathic communication with her sister who would still be in the pool.

(Kh…why!? Why won’t it work!?)

But just like the day before, the telepathy failed like something was jamming it. Of course, the real reason was that removing her panties weakened all of her various powers, preventing her from penetrating a field so weak Rose could not even sense its presence.

(My transformation is complete, so it isn’t that. Is Velka doing something!?)

“Are you going to attack us or not, Altair Marine? If not, we’re more than willing to get things started!!”

The grunts interrupted her thoughts by attacking.

“Kh…I-I won’t lose! Yahhhh!!”

She gave up on sending a telepathic message to Rena and rolled to dodge the grunts’ attacks. The movement caused her skirt to flip up and expose that embarrassing part of her anatomy to the hot and humid air, so she shrieked and held her skirt down.

“What’s wrong, Marine? Your face is red.”

A grunt teased her and she trembled in humiliation.

“Sh-shut up! It is not!”
(That’s right. I am Altair Marine right now! I can’t let myself be embarrassed! My costume is perfect, so I know I can win!!)

When the grunts rushed at her again, she fought back with renewed resolve.

She swung her body aside to dodge a kick from the first one and used both arms to knock up a punch from the second. She used her boot to block a low kick from the third, which caused her miniskirt to flutter up.

Her hairless mons pubis was exposed. It was already sweaty and glistening from fighting in the sweltering indoor space and the grunts’ eyes immediately moved to it.

“Uhhh.”

Even with renewed resolve, this was still embarrassing and she blushed out to her ears. But she did not stop moving this time. That was how she had gotten captured the day before.

“Marine Kick!”

She made one of her high kicks even though it meant showing off that embarrassing place. The tip of her low-heel boot hit the grunts one after another.

“Aghhhhhhh!” “Sh-she got me!” “She’s too powerful!”
The grunts collapsed after a single attack. Velka’s eyes widened and she bit her lip with a comment of “It can’t be. Not bad!”

“Yay! See, I told you I wouldn’t lose.”

(Thank goodness! My costume really is complete. Now I can fight alongside Rose!!)

The transformed girl smiled in front of the collapsed grunts, but she was so overjoyed she failed to notice the joy hidden in Velka’s eyes or the apparent lack of damage to the grunts.

“You grunts don’t stand a chance against me!”

Feeling confident again, Marine made that triumphant proclamation.

“Is that so? Then what will you do, Marine?” asked Velka.
“You have to ask!? I will-”

Just then, all light vanished from her eyes again. Her mind was again wrapped in darkness and swallowed up by a voice appearing out of nowhere.

“The true battle between the Hypnos and the Dimensional Alliance is not fought by harming their physical bodies with weapons. You cannot defeat your opponent that way. The true battle is fought by sexually arousing your opponent and guiding them to orgasm.”

“Marine? What will you do?”

Marine gasped. The grunts were collapsed at her feet and Velka was glaring at her with arms crossed.

(Why did I just zone out? Kh, I need to stay focused and defeat them!!)

She shook her head, renewed her resolve, and raised her voice.

“You have to ask!? I will m-m-…milk out all of your s-sperm!!”

She straddled one of the collapsed grunts with the serious expression of a heroine. Velka’s sadistic smile grew and she breathed a sweet sigh at the mismatch between the indecent act the girl was preparing to perform and her determination to fulfill her duty to bring peace and protect the earth.

“Kh…what do you plan to do with us?”
The grunts feigned defeat, but they could not keep the smiles off their faces. Nor could they keep their dicks from growing erect. The crotches of their black combat suits swelled out and throbbed. They were plenty aroused already.

(I-I can do this. My costume was designed to pleasure men,) Marine told herself.

The hypnotism affecting her told her the grunts’ bulging crotches were proof that her milking suit’s “attack” was working.

Velka’s hypnotism was for much more than just removing her panties. She had twisted Marine’s position as a heroine into something much more humiliating.

Marine thought the only way to defeat her enemy was to extract their semen – or the sexual fluids released upon climax when the enemy was a woman like Velka. That was her only way to attack and defeat her enemy and her Altair suit existed for that purpose. That smooth and beautiful costume was meant to arouse males, give them erections, and make them ejaculate. The gloves, body suit, socks, and boots were all weapons meant to milk semen. But that was also her weak point. As semen or other filthy male fluids soaked her suit or the suit was “attacked” with sexual stimulation, her body would grow hot and aroused. Same for the beautiful skin visible past the suit. The Altair Energy covering her skin would react to the lewd attacks and her own mind would be affected. And if she climaxed before her enemy, she would lose the power to fight and become a defeated girl wearing a milking suit. If she was defeated enough times, she would cease to be a heroine and instead become a sex slave.

The gun at her hip, her martial arts techniques, and any other physical attacks were only preliminary methods meant to restrain her opponent so she could use her sexual attacks on them. Even if she did defeat them with a weapon, they would be resurrected soon enough.

In truth, they could not at all be resurrected after defeat, her costume meant to bring about justice did not exist to milk semen, and it would not arouse her when it was sexually stimulated. Yet Marine believed all of those absurd things as deeply as 1+1=2.

“T-take this! Yahhhh!!”

Marine tore the grunt’s suit and his wild male spear sprang out and shook wildly before finally standing tall.

“Hyahhhh!!”

Marine could not help but scream. The grunt meat had to be 20cm long and as thick as Marine’s hand.

(It’s so big! And I’m supposed to…no, I can’t chicken out. You can do this. I’ve been training for this for so long!!)

She audibly gulped. The penis must have been aroused by her appearance because it throbbed wildly, like a flopping fish out of water. She finally gathered her resolve and grabbed the giant thing with both hands.

Velka’s hypnosis had taken her memories of desperately trying to keep up with Rose in training and replaced them with sexual training to know how to pleasure a dick with her hands, mouth, or pussy. Her training in controlling energy had been transformed into how to strengthen her milking suit.

“Ohh! Marine’s gloves are so wonderfully smooth. Shit, she only touched me and I nearly came.”

The grunt’s words made Marine blush, but this was a battle. She could not afford to be embarrassed. She was a heroine meant to protect the earth, so she could not let this shake her.

“Of course you did!” she boldly shouted back. She did her best impression of her sister’s dignified heroine voice. “There isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t e-ejaculate from one of Altair Marine’s handjobs!”

Velka had the hardest time not bursting out laughing at that and the grunts could not hide their vulgar smiles. But Marine failed to notice any of it as she began stroking the penis with a determined look on her face.

The blue transformed girl held it in both hands and moved them up and down, producing modest rubbing sounds. The movement was awkward and she was only barely touching it. She had no idea why she could not fight well. She had never actually touched a penis before and she had never actually trained for it, but the hypnotized heroine thought she was always defeating her enemies by making them ejaculate. She failed to notice the contradiction inside her as she continued pleasuring the cock.

(It’s squishy, but also hard…and hot! Um, I-I’m just supposed to stroke it, but…I-I have no idea if this is right. This isn’t hurting him, is it?)

She had to use both hands to reach all the way around the thick dick as she gave it a handjob, but she had no idea how much strength to use. This was her enemy, but she could not hurt him if she wanted to make him ejaculate. That contradiction dulled her movements more and more. And in response, the hot thing in her hands began to lose its hardness.

“Heh heh heh,” laughed the grunt. “Your attacks are too weak, Altair Marine. I’m not going to feel anything from that. It’s a miracle you’ve managed to fight us for so long. My dick is going to go limp at this rate.”

He shook his head in an exasperated way, but her poor technique was to be expected. She had no experience, yet these males were true to their desires and very skilled in sexual techniques. By making Marine think battles were fought by making your opponent orgasm, the power balance had effectively been reversed.

“Wh-what!? You mean you aren’t feeling anything from my h-handjob!?”

(But I was working so hard at it. H-how could he say that?)

She had suppressed her embarrassment for this and now she had to bite her lip in humiliation as he mocked her technique. She had never felt more embarrassed. But she also had no idea what else to do. She supposedly had experience with this yet did not really, so she felt like her brain was broken.

“Heh heh heh. Then why not use your pussy?”
One of the grunts pointed at her crotch.

“H-hmph! I’m not using my special attack on a grunt!!”

She put on the resolute face of a heroine and spoke a silly-sounding line in absolute seriousness. In her mind, using her vagina to make someone ejaculate was a special attack and she thought being a virgin doubled its power. That line aroused the men enough to make their dicks hard all over again. As silly as the situation was, her worried expression and lovely dedication to heroism tickled at their male desire and accelerated their sadism.

She was acting tough to those grunts by calling her pussy a “special attack”, but on the inside, she was freaking out over none of her “attacks” working on that grunt.

But then she noticed how the grunts kept glancing over at her chest and crotch. And her thoughts moved back to what that grunt had said.

She managed to find her calm once more – even if that calm was based on the false information coming from Velka’s hypnosis – and she gave a triumphant snort.

“I can read you like a book. Now I know your weakness.”

She let go of the penis and instead grabbed her breasts from either side. She jiggled them for the grunts to see.

“You want to see these, don’t you? And touch them too?”
More than just jiggle her tits, she also lifted her miniskirt nearly enough to see what lay below before letting it fall back down. The men’s eyes were drawn to the boundary between her thighs and skirt and their penises throbbed.

“C-curses!”
The grunts gave an exaggerated yell and averted their gazes. Marine felt her own pulse racing. Her breathing was heavy and an impatient feeling rose from deep within her chest.

“Ha, you really are just grunts. You let your weakness slip so easily!!”

She got down on her knees and stuck her chest out. It was embarrassing. That feeling had not gone away, but the grunts were shaken. Convinced that she could win this now, she hid the embarrassment behind a mask of determination.

“Y-you can touch them!”

“What!? Really?”
The men got up and their fingers wiggled impatiently.

“But you’ll feel it too,” They warned. “And if you cum first, you lose.”

“I know that. Just get to it! I’m not going to feel a thing from grunts like you. I won’t cum.”

She was on her knees presenting her tits to these men, but she fully believed this was a serious fight. She had no intention of drawing the gun at her hip.

“Heh heh heh. Then don’t mind if I do.”

The two males who had watched Altair Marine’s poor attempt at a handjob tore their own suits to expose their dicks. Both were far too large to fit in Marine’s hand.

“Kyah! Khh…what are you smirking about!? H-hurry up and touch them!! C’mon, I won’t do anything, so touch them all you want and get good and turned on!”

She moved her arms behind her back and feigned confidence, but on the inside…

(A-all three of them are so big. Oh, god, and there’s so much clear liquid dripping from the tip. Oh, no. Th-they’re going to touch me. N-no one’s ever touched me there before. O-Onee-chan.)

She was terribly shaken. In her “memories”, she had always won by attacking the enemy, so this was her first time failing to make even the grunts ejaculate, thus forcing her to offer her body to them. Unlike her sister, who was a little too pure for her age, Marine did masturbate (mainly just rolling her clitoris around through its hood), but she was uncertain she could endure the Hypnos’ attacks. But she tried to calm her mind using the willpower that had allowed the “key of power” to reside within her and allowed her to wield the Altair power. Yet a different feeling filled her and slipped through the gaps of her heroic spirit that was trying to suppress her panic and embarrassment.

(Ahhh…w-wow. What is this? I’m doing sexual stuff with the enemy in my Marine form…ahhhh, and it feels so weird.)

She was painfully aware of just how aroused she was. And once she was aware of it, she linked that desire to the concept of the “sexual battle” that had been planted in her mind, so the hot sexual flames caused her thoughts to sweetly melt away like candy. Her crotch grew hot and wet.

The men stood up while she remained on her knees. In fact, she had trouble doing even that, so she wobbled.

“Ahhh…wh-whuh?”

(I can barely move. Wh-why?)

Marine began slurring her words and drool dripped from her mouth. The three meatsticks swayed in front of the kneeling transformed girl. They must have been aroused by her sexual appearance because they were dripping with precum and had grown even bigger and harder than before.

The girl was dazed, so the grunts made their move. One circled behind her and the other two pushed their penises out toward her. The one behind her reached out his arms and grabbed her short body.

“Hyahhhh! H-hey, let go!!”

She swung her hands around and tried to resist the arms holding her from behind, but she was too weak to prevent him from picking her up with her crotch exposed. The grunt sat down on the ground and forced her into a humiliating pose with her legs spread wide. When his cock pressed against her sweaty butt crack and labia, she let out a moan. She struggled with her gloves and boots in an attempt to escape his grasp, but it only stirred up the men’s sadism.

Delighted to have the role of restraining a heroine from behind, the grunt happily groped her tits. His hot and hard male symbol dug into her labia.

“They’re soft but firm too! And these hard nipples are fun to play with. Rejoice, Altair Marine, your body is so nice I can’t help myself.”

The man’s hands tightly grasped the mounds still contained in her suit. His fingers crawled along them like a spider’s legs to reach the pink fruit at the peak.

“M-my nipples…ahhhn! Not my nipples! Ah, ah…d-don’t tease them so much! Ow, y-you’ll tear them right off, ow, that hurts!”

Those sensitive tips were so erect they showed through the ultra-thin costume. She was so sweaty that their pink color was even faintly visible. The man’s fingers rolled them around, pinched them, and tugged on them. She felt some pain, but the pleasure was even greater.

(I-it’s like he’s touching them d-directly! How embarrassing…I’m still wearing my suit, ahh! I’m still dressed like Marine!!)

She could not reduce the pleasure at all. She had no idea how to bear it. The urge growing inside her was entirely unfamiliar to her.

“Holy shit. My dick’s already soaked. Your pussy is dripping with love juices!”

“I-it is not!! Ahhhhhhhhh! E-enough with my nipples…sob.”

(I-I never knew nipple damage was this incredible! A-and I’m already soaked with sex juices!? I’m going to lose at this rate!! I need to fight back…somehow.)

The hypnotism told her that growing wet meant she was taking damage. The more she was aware of her love juices, the more the false knowledge drained her of the will to fight. She tried to twist her body around so she could fight back. She tried to reach a hand toward the rock-hard erection. She was hoping she could give it a handjob and maybe use her mouth too.

“Heh heh. Playtime is over, Marine,” the grunt whispered in her ear.

One of the hands on her nipples moved down to her crotch.

“Nwuh!? Huh- eek!!”

Her entire body jerked as the grunt’s fingers touched a certain point on her wet and hairless pussy.

(M-my clit! No, not right now!!)

The man’s fingers searched out her most sensitive point that she had developed with her own masturbation. Without any underwear, the only thing protecting the blue heroine’s female erection was the nectar-slick hood. A rubber-like fingertip rubbed it through the hood and she frantically tried to escape his grasp.

“Hey, now. You’re not getting away. Sit there and suck on this.”

“Abh!? Nmhhhhh!!”

But instead of breaking free, she was exposed to a new attack. Rough fingers held her head in place while shoving a dick into her mouth. It filled up her mouth and moved further inside. It easily reached deep down her throat. More than that, the man grabbed her blue hair so he could fuck her face. The final grunt took her hand and had her stroke his penis.

“Ghhh!? Bhh, nhhhh!!”

(I-I can’t breathe! Ah…ahhh! Th-they’re really doing this!!)

Tears fell from her eyes as her throat was penetrated, but the physical enhancements of her transformation allowed her body to handle this treatment without any real issue. Her tear-blurred vision saw the mouths of the man fucking her face and the man correcting her handjob technique. She could also hear the way the man so skillfully teasing her clitoris and nipples was breathing.

The innocent girl realized none of them had been taking this seriously until now.

(N-no! What is this, ahhh!! I’ve never felt anything so good! Wait, a-at this rate…I’m going to cum!)

Her entire body shook and felt on fire. The man did not remove his finger from her clit, but he did stroke her vaginal entrance with his middle finger to scoop up some love juices. He rubbed that on the hood protecting her clit and loosened it up with a circular motion of his index finger.

“Nho! Slurrrrrp! Dhon’h…mhhh!”

(H-he’s going to pull it back! He is!!)

“That’s all loosened up now. You’ve never had your clit teased directly, have you?”
His rough fingertips thoroughly teased the hood while altering the strength and speed of their caress. The sticky love juices soaked the space between hood and clitoris, providing the lubricant needed to bring her precious female bean out into the open.

“Ha ha. Let’s get a look at that thing!”

“Ahh! Ah, ahh…ahhhhhhhhhh!!”

He pulled back the hood, revealing her erect clitoris to the open air. It was so sensitive the air alone was enough to provide pleasure. The one grunt must have wanted to hear her scream because he pulled his cock from her mouth at just the right moment. She gave them exactly the sexual scream they had wanted. By the time the embarrassment and the subsequent perverted masochistic pleasure hit her, the male spear was already down her throat again.

(I’m cumming! I’m cumming!! I’m really cumming! No, I won’t lose, I won’t lose! I refuse to. S-so I won’t cum! Ahhh! But I-I’m so close already.)

The way her body shook clearly changed. The fingers being forced to provide a handjob stiffened, the tips of her boots extended like her legs were just long branches, and small tremors ran through her limbs. Her plump and sweaty thighs trembled to show how sensitive her body was.

“Heh heh. Now this is hot! You’re way better than the other girls we’ve fucked!”

“Yeah, I’m really gonna cum.”

“Same!!”

The men all raised their voices while their penises grew even harder. The stimulation from her mouth, her hand, and her butt and vulva finally brought them all to climax.

(Th-they’re cumming!? B-but so am I!! K-khhhh! I won’t lose! I can’t let these sexual feelings beat me! I’ll fight and make them cum first!)

She was at her limit even more than them. She was only barely holding off the urge that she knew for a fact was orgasm. And she was mere seconds away from losing that fight.

But she opened her eyes wide and desperately fought to remain a heroine even as she nearly lost herself to the pleasure.

“Nmh, nmhhhh!!”

“Whoa, what the fuck!?” “Where’d this come from? Khh!!”

The grunts were astonished because Marine finally began to move her tongue, use both hands, and send her hips in circles to pleasure them. And instead of her awkward earlier attempt, these movements worked to bring them to climax.

“Nh, ahhn! C-cum! Shoot out all your sperm!”

She removed the penis from her mouth to beg them. She drew out all the adorableness of her short body and then some as her pleasure-melted gaze pierced the grunts. Her desperate attempt finally pushed them over the edge.

“Khh! I’m cumming, Marine!” “Prepare to take our attack, Altair Marine!”

The trembling of the penises stopped and they began to swell out before she could even express her surprise. She tensed when she felt it in her mouth, in her hands, and below her pussy.

(If I can outlast this, I win!)

She realized she could make them cum first, but then the one man whispered in her ear.

“You cum too, Marine.”

His fingers squashed her clitoris.

“–––––––––!? Nhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Her brief moment of hope became a critical opening. The mental barrier she had been using to hold back the waves of orgasm finally collapsed. The men’s desire exploded mere moments before her entire body was swallowed up by a crashing wave of pleasure.

“Explode” really was the best way to describe it. Far more semen than she had expected was released from their dicks. Their urethras opened wide and the milkiness erupted out like fountains.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

It was far beyond what she could contain in her small mouth, so she screamed and arched her back. The penis burst from her mouth and splattered cum all over her face. The male juices bursting from the penis she was giving a handjob coated her body suit and the one stimulated by her vulva splattered its stuff all over her thighs and boots.

“Noooooooooooo! No, no, no, noooo!!”

The semen was so hot and smelly that the previous precum paled in comparison. It was like the most effective and toxic aphrodisiac for a girl in the throes of orgasm. The impact of climax was amplified several times – and maybe several dozen times – over, so it felt like she was being crushed below its weight.

“Shout ‘I’m cumming’ when you cum,” rang a voice deep in her mind.

“I’m cumming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Noooo! I-I’m cumming too! I don’t want to! I won! I made you cum!! Ahhhhhhhhh!! But I’m cumming tooooooo!!”

Her entire body tensed and then shook violently like she was releasing all of her built-up pleasure. A clear fluid squirted from her vagina to show just how powerful an orgasm it was.

“Ha ha ha! She fucking came!”

“And squirted too! Not bad!!”

“That’s how you know she’s a real heroine!”

The grunts all teased her, but she did not hear a word of it.

“Noooo! It won’t stop! I’m going to lose! Ahh!! No!”

Marine’s orgasm lasted more than 10 seconds. All the while, she felt frustrated and angry with herself for losing while also swept away by so much pleasure.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahh…ahhh.”

Once it finally ended, she went limp like a marionette with its strings cut. The grunts finally released her. The blue heroine lay face up with semen splattered all over her body and her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“Ah ha ha! You really came, Altair Marine!”

Marine heard Velka laughing loudly, but she could not make out the words. She tried to say something in response, but she could not get anything more than a breath to leave her mouth. Her eyes were open, but her vision was blurry and her consciousness fading.

(M-my strength is draining away. I only came once, but I-I’m already passing out.)

“Ah…hh!”

She slowly raised a cum-soaked glove and reached out into empty space, but it found nothing there and dropped limply back to the ground. All light faded from her eyes as the heroine passed out with her eyes still open.

(B-but I defeated the grunts…)

In that final moment, she tearfully reminded herself it had at least been a draw.

 

“Ha ha. She really did pass out.”

The grunts stood up without issue and put their penises back inside their combat suits. They had ejaculated once, but those things were still rock hard.

“She did. We didn’t actually damage her at all, but she still passed out.”

Velka burst out laughing. Once she was done laughing, she licked her lips and approached collapsed Marine.

“That worked better than I had imagined. You thought pleasuring them was an attack? Heh heh. What nonsense. Life as a heroine must be tough.”

Velka picked up Marine and peered into her empty eyes.

“Now, how much will it take to do the same to her sister – to that loathsome girl.”

Energy surged from Velka’s eyes. Marine’s body jerked once and the defeated heroine woke back up, but there was still no light in her eyes.

“Listen,” whispered Velka. “Give Rena the tea and aroma just like always. And once she relaxes, apply the hypnosis. When she transforms, she needs to remove the panties she wears below those smooth tights. And her win condition is…well, you know.”

“Yes. Making your opponent cum. And any pleasure we feel is damage.”

“Correct. That is how you are meant to fight. If you apply the hypnosis and teach her this, I just know your sister will be delighted.”

“Yes. I want to delight Onee-chan.”

“Of course you do. And forget everything that happened here. Forget Shinjou’s identity and forget that you lost. Until I give you my signal, that is.”

“Yes.”

Marine nodded and then shut her eyes. The powerful hypnosis on top of passing out disturbed the transformation energy she had been subconsciously maintaining, so her costume turned to light and vanished, releasing Karin’s transformation.

When Velka snapped her fingers, all of the semen vanished. The grunts bowed toward the dark warrior and vanished like they had dissolved into mist. Finally, Velka transformed into Shinjou Saya once more.

 

“H-huh? Where am I?”
When Karin awoke, she found herself lying on the sofa in the counselor’s office. She must have fallen asleep at some point.

“Are you okay?”
Shinjou was standing by the window, but she smiled when she noticed Karin had woken up.

“S-sorry. Did I fall asleep?”

“Hee hee. You must have been tired. Swim practice is over already.”

Shinjou opened the curtain to reveal the sunset colors had mostly faded into the dark of night and no one remained in the pool. Except for Mizuno Rena who was standing by the entrance.

“Sorry. And thank you!”

Karin began to rush out of the counselor’s office, but Shinjou called for her to wait.

When Karin looked back, Shinjou held out a bag containing tea and aroma.

“Here. Remember ‘our promise’, okay?”

“Okay.”

She took the bag, rushed from the room, and ran to her sister.