Swan met Kenta at the door in one of the most beautiful lingerie sets he'd ever id eyes on in his life. He hadn’t been sure what to expect when the door opened, but it certainly wasn't this. She wore a white, ce-trimmed bra and panties that covered as little of her middle as possible, with even the bra taking more of a swimsuit-style approach by strapping her breasts down, rather than providing anything silly and unnecessary like support. Of course it came with a matching set of elbow gloves, garters and stockings... and a slinky pair of high heels. She’d seen fit to drape a see-through robe over the top of it all as a nod to having a male guest over, but even then it just added to the lovely view of a blonde bimbo wonderfully presenting herself. Typical bedwear for a girl who lived on her own. Totally. Well, in Swan’s case, that was probably the truth actually. She was like a living barbie doll in more ways than one. But still! Swan's body! He couldn't have anticipated her loveliness, and how inviting she looked with just a few bits and pieces hanging off her trim, toned, supermodel curves. Her bust was definitely in the upper end of all the girls he’d had, springy, hefty, gravity-defying, mashable, squeezable tits like proper melons should be, and all held up by a tiny waist on massive hips and legs that just went on and on, thick thighs tapering down to a ballet dancer's calves and feet. Someone must have been dreaming of an ideal when they came up with such a pornographic, athletic, sex-bomb body. There was little any clothing could do to hide or restrain a woman's buxom figure if it really wanted to be seen, and these traffic-stopping curves were practically begging for eyes on them at all times. So he had some idea what he was getting into. Swan gazed at him innocently, wide-eyed and doll-like, lips pursed, finger thoughtfully resting on her chin. Her other hand was busy adjusting all the outfit's numerous straps, where the battle between bulging female flesh and constraining outfit had turned more one-sided than she'd pnned for. "So... What is it you wanted to discuss?" Obviously he didn’t reply at first, needing a moment just to collect himself. Director Swan was a treat for the eyes in every situation, but it was like everything good about her was being magnified. All of that white made her look like she was on her wedding night, too, which just made him think about all the things that a couple would be doing on that particur occasion. But right now he needed to wipe all that from his mind. There was a way more important reason he was here, and things like that could come ter. It didn't stop him from looking her over once again, though. "T-thanks for having me." Kenta graciously stepped into the fancy apartment as he tried to get his bearings. Taking a deep inhale to steady himself, he found the smell of fresh coffee making him salivate almost instantly, and quickly started edging towards the kitchen. He realized he hadn’t eaten since basically this afternoon. “Can I just... Yeah, okay. Yeah. Great. Thankyou.” Cup of coffee now firmly in hands, and with a muffin to go with it, Kenta spent a second just taking care of the fatigue flowing over him... He sat down at her kitchen table, a little amazed at just how soft the seat was. He figured everything of Swan's must be like this. A few bites ter he was able to focus on why he’d come here in the first pce. Able to talk to the titty-goddess currently dabbing the crumbs on his chin with a handkerchief. He figured he should just come right out and say it. "... ATHENA talked to me." "Oh... Oh my!" Swan gasped, pcing her hand on her cheek, staring at him wide-eyed. Swan took Kenta's hands in hers, wrapping him up in fingers all soft and girly and milky-white. She squeezed him comfortingly, seemingly instantly aware of how disturbed his encounter had left him. “Tell me all about it.” “Alright...” As she kept the coffee coming, and opened a fresh pack of cigarettes, she encouraged him to expin what had happened. Staring down into the bck liquid, Kenta tried his best to collect his thoughts. This was probably going to be rough to get out. "ATHENA expined to me..." Where in the world could he begin? The beginning was probably the best idea, but "...That in order to save the world from the Geomorphs, the pilot of the Rakuraizer would have to end their life." He looked back up at the Director, eyes trailing back up her body. Maybe he was trying to procrastinate saying everything because it could sound accusatory. Maybe he just wanted to steal another peek at her. "ATHENA also showed me what it actually was. And told me how that happened." With a sigh, Kenta shook his head. "I'm not exactly sure how much you already know, so I don't know how much I should be expining, but it. Uh. She? She told me about how the students of Bakunyuu were going to be used. It makes me that much more gd that I was the one who fell in instead of one of the girls" Swan looked taken aback. She didn't seem to understand what Kenta was referring to. When he expined, she looked even more shocked. It must be hard to accept someone would think she was willingly sending those girls to such an unpleasant fate. "No! Kenta, you must believe me, I know nothing about... such a pn. ATHENA must have decided this on her own." "It is true that we feared Rakuraizer could become a vector for giving the Geomorphs access to our mainframe, but... our pn has always been to fight the Geomorphs with conventional weapons, like G-Corona. That is why we gathered the girls! To be pilots...! Not for some... grisly other purpose." She set her jaw firmly, peering at him over the top of her coffee cup. "I do not give you permission to sacrifice yourself in this way. Mighty Guard is much stronger now than it was then. We will defeat the Geomorphs fairly and nobly." "This is too much risk, Kenta!" She looked visibly shaken, most likely worried his trust in her had been damaged. And Kenta felt relieved to see it. So she hadn’t known about a pn to sacrifice the students either... "ATHENA is wise...” she said, “But she doesn't truly understand how far we've come since ten years ago." Kenta continued: "The way ATHENA expined it, there's only about a month. What did she call it... agh..." Kenta wracked his brain trying to remember the term. "Geomorph Consciousness. It's what they use to control their crystals and make those monsters, like some kind of shared psychic thing, and now it's finished repairing. So it could be a repeat of what happened ten years ago." Taking a quick drink of the bitter coffee, he let it warm him up and then calm him down. "Thing is, these past ten years, ATHENA has been deciphering Geomorph communications in order to predict things like attacks. The reason she hasn't been talking much is because after using all of herself on that, she's kinda breaking down..." Kenta looked back down at her coffee. "She says she has a virus that can wipe that Consciousness thing out for good. But it’s extremely harmful to Geomorphs... and since she’s part Geomorph...” “Yes...” she said with a long, weary sigh. Kenta looked back up at Swan. "I'm not about to sit back and let ATHENA die, either. Maybe..." he moved his hands as if to stir up his own thoughts. "Maybe there's a way. She said that she's been trying to find a way to make herself a new body." He took a drag on his cigarette, and leaned back. He’d just say it: “This is our best shot at winning this war. And it’s not that big a deal if I take the girl’s pce, is it? Someone has to do this.” Swan rose to her feet, driving her chair back. Her coffee and the ashtray both cttered, very nearly making a mess. "No! As long as I am the Mighty Guard's Director, I will not order anyone to their deaths! You, the girls, ATHENA, or anyone else!" Kenta jumped in his seat at Swan's sudden outburst. It was surprising to him to see how adamant she was, but he figured that if it was anyone else in his pce, he would probably have the same reaction as she was having. Any of his students. Anyone from MG. Sunset. He thought about Sunset. If Kenta died, what would that do to her? That bloodied gi popped up in his mind again, and a strange feeling bubbled up deep within him. Swan sighed, shoulders sagging a little. Her robe had slipped and she spent a moment adjusting it. She lit another cigarette (the ashtray was quite full now) and took a few slow drags to calm her nerves slightly. "Kenta. Please listen.” She took a deep breath. “If... If there is no other choice, we will save it as a back-up pn. I know sometimes sacrifices are necessary to win a war." "But until I give that order... we will fight with everything we have to not use this virus. If my direct actions cause the destruction of ATHENA, Rakuraizer, or a loss of human life... any number of human lives... that is not acceptable to me." Slowly, she walked around the table, pcing her hands on Kenta's shoulders and giving them a firm squeeze. He felt her fingers trembling when they brushed the bare skin of his neck. "Your life is too valuable to sacrifice, Kenta... Please let us find another solution." The feeling of Swan's shaky hands on his shoulders brought him back to reality. “You’re right... I don’t know what I was thinking. Here I am just casually about to throw my life away... when there’s people like you who think I’m important.” He smiled ruefully. “Whether you’re right or not, you shouldn’t be here trying to talk some sense into me when you’re the one torn up about the whole thing in the first pce. I’m sorry for putting you through that.” Pcing his own hands on top of Swan's in order to stop them from trembling, Kenta stood up himself. Without a word, he brought the blonde girl in for a hug, wrapping his arms around her waist to comfort her. He never meant to upset anyone, it had just seemed so logical and matter-of-fact at the time. Hopefully this worked as an apology. Swan returned the hug fiercely, folding her arms together around Kenta, bringing her wrists together and locking them at his back under her clenched fists. He’d been caught in the way on the way here and now the warmth of her body came as a shock, suffusing through him and diving beneath his skin. "Kenta... Oh Kenta..." She sniffled in his ear and clung to him even tighter. "Don't value your own life so lightly... If you go... Sunset will miss you. I'll miss you." She slowly moved a hand upwards to support the back of his head, feeling how wet his hair was. It nearly brought a sob up from the woman's belly, and she hugged him even tighter until it felt like no more space existed between them. "This is not just an official order from the director of Mighty Guard... You have to see how important you are to everyone around you." She leaned back, eyebrows furrowed, lips set thinly in a little angry pout. Then, she seemed to resolve herself to something. "If you won't believe it even after I say it... then I have no choice but to show you." Swan moved her face closer to his. She gulped. Nobody loved being a submissive girly-girl more than this svelte, busty blonde, so the fact she was forcing herself to take charge for Kenta’s sake spoke volumes. Kenta's eyes widened when he realized just what it was that Swan was doing, mumbling out a small "... You don't have to - ” but she kept right on coming. It wasn’t easy and she went slowly. It was far from a sudden dive for a kiss like you’d expect in this sort of situation. She had never taken charge with a man once in her entire life and didn’t know the first thing about it. But the fact she was pushing herself so hard to move forward even a little just drove home how determined she was. So she inched forwards towards the spellbound Kenta, little by little, until her pink-painted lips suddenly brushed his. Until she tasted his saliva. She squeaked, looked like she was having second thoughts, then finally plunged forwards, pcing a hand on his cheek and pushing her lips completely against his own. "Mmmh!" It was a bit of an awkward experience for Kenta. Here he was trying to apologize for making Swan feel like that, and it ended up with her trying her best to do the same for him. It was obvious as hell from the way she tried to force his lips open that she had no idea what she was doing, but this fantastically innocent bimbo beauty was trying like crazy anyway. Was he really worth all of this trouble? Well... if Swan thought so and if Sunset thought so, maybe he was. After the initial shock of the connection, he returned Swan's kiss with one of his own, soft and tender as he held her in his arms. It wouldn't do to be ravenous and overwhelming, so instead he just worked on returning what she was giving him. She squeaked, surprised, but happy, and a moment ter they were both hungrily going for each other’s mouths. It fshed into Kenta’s head for a second that the fresh rain still dripping from him was probably getting into her beautiful silk nightclothes, but he just shrugged it off. He wasn’t about to let the moment end until Swan wanted it to, so he instead traced a hand up and down her lower back, trying to massage her worries and frustration away. Tracing his fingers up the back of her neck, he leaned back into her, hoping to take away some of the burden Swan must have been feeling in her initial push forward. The fact that he was embracing the Director crossed his mind, and it was surprising just how different that this was from being with his other boss. Celestia was ravenous and unquenchable. It was good, of course, but just a lot different. Swan was warm and lovely. It was hard to want to leave with how gentle and caring she was being. She brought out the desire to be a man. His grip around Swan's waist tightened a bit as he finally broke free to come up for air. "Director..." That was all he was able to get out before he dived back in for another taste of her, this time to be a proper initiator, like she so obviously preferred. And sure enough, the second he pressed himself against her so fiercely, cinching a hand tight around that barbie-doll waist, the blonde's whole body nguage changed. She just about went limp in his arms, clinging to him, heat rising inside of her. One of her legs shot up behind her as if spring-loaded, high heel dangling half-off her stocking-cd foot. "Kenta... Kenta..." The two lovers tasted each other over and over, the chaste kiss quickly becoming raunchy, tongues ensnaring each other at length. Swan's eyes closed as she fully lost herself in the moment, gripping his clothes tightly, earnestly pulling him closer. And then before Kenta even knew what was going on, his adorable young Director was sliding his jacket off his shoulders. Next she unbuttoned his shirt, then flung it off like she was opening the curtains to the morning sun. Her hands immediately rushed to mold the hard contours of his chest, squeezing, scratching, caressing. The feeling of Swan's warm body on Kenta's cold, bare chest and her breath on his neck sent a bit of a shiver up his spine. When she broke the kiss, she was shuddering, still digging hard against him. "Don't go home... Stay here. The rain... It's so dreary outside..." She buried her head in his nape, still holding tightly to him. The warmth of Swan's warm body on Kenta's chest and her breath on his neck sent a shiver up his spine. "On a night like this, you should be with someone who cares about you... Please, stay the night. " In her rush to get him undressed, Swan had barely paid any attention to her own outfit... but it looked like her ce robe's sash had come undone entirely on its own, slipping off her shoulders, hanging off her arms and framing that big, all-American chest rather comfortingly. Hard to say no to~ The feeling of Swan's warm body on Kenta's cold, bare chest and her breath on his neck sent a bit of a shiver up his spine. "Direc - " Kenta shook his head, stopping himself as he looked down at the beauty pressing her rge, lovely chest against his. She wasn't being his superior right now. She wasn't his boss right now. She was a person just looking for a bit of stability and happiness, same as him. It wouldn't do to accept her feelings while putting her on a higher pedestal like that. His face set with a determined look. "... Swan." Kenta lifted Swan up into his strong arms and sat her down heavily on the kitchen table with a ctter of cups. With lips csped together, his hand on her cheek, Kenta guided his porcein-skinned sweetheart down onto the tablecloth. His rge frame alighted atop her, spreading out, pushing her down firmly. Her bright, golden hair spread out to either side, framing the white of her nightclothes and the white of her skin. He moved his lips from hers to trail down her neck and over her colr, peppering small, gentle kisses into the girl's skin. With his mouth occupied, his fingers swiftly uncsped her cy-white bra, flinging it to the side without much thought. Swan's bare, pale breasts were quickly covered by Kenta's palms as he groped her softly and sweetly, taking care not to blemish the vision below him. But Swan was writhing, shivering, kicking her long legs... staring at him pleadingly. Her eyes begged him to go further, to not linger in one pce for too long. “Kenta... Please keep going...” A rugged groan slipped from Kenta’s lips. He nodded and moved lower. Next came her bare chest - he stopped to taste her perky pink nubs, giving a nip and a tug with his teeth while pulling on the other with his fingers. And when he was finally done vishing praise on her perfect melons he let the breast free with a pop, continuing his trail down Swan's thin, toned midsection, kissing over her bellybutton as he sunk lower. Kenta's hands drifted down her sides, fingers pressing into her as they roved over the top of her thighs, hooking them into her tiny panties. Crouching slightly, he tugged her cy thong down along with him. “Kyaa!” gasped Swan. Kenta paused, looking at her in surprise. “Do you not - ?” he began to say. Realizing she’d startled him, she turned bright red. “No, don’t stop! Please keep going!” He left the pure-white garment dangling from her ankle. Dipping his hands inward, Kenta spread Swan’s legs. He pressed his lips against her inner thigh and worked his way inwards, leaving a small trail behind. The rough skin of his fingers massaged above where her garters ended, pressing into her firmly as his lips finally touched her mound. Her pussy was adorable, with a big peach-like mound, and sticky, vibrant-pink insides. Seeing Swan on dispy like this was doing things to Kenta's cock he couldn’t deal with. Being this close to her was intoxicating, her perfume mixed in with her natural scent made him want to just dive right in. But this limbre creature before him still needed plenty more warming up... so instead he peppered her loveliness with yet more kisses, working his way up over her bia to press into her clitoris. Finally he dove his mouth over it, pressing his tongue against her just like when he kissed her just a few moments ago. She tasted sweet and responded with immediate pleasure, raising her legs and dragging a high heel down his back, settling her arms on his shoulders. She still had her cigarette in her hand and giggled when she noticed she'd nearly burned him, taking one st deep drag before energetically stubbing it out. "Oooh... " If Kenta noticed almost being burned, he didn't say anything about it. He was much too busy being engrossed in everything that was Swan. His lips on her pussy, his tongue thrashing about on the bright pink nub above, as if he were putting his best into apologizing for ‘ruining’ her night. And judging by her response, she very, very much appreciated it. The table cttered again and again with Swan's movements, each raise of her hips accompanied by her thudding back down. It overshadowed the husky whisper of her voice as she duskily moaned his name again and again. “Kenta! Kenta! I can’t wait any longer!” She put her hands down between her legs, tangling her fingers in her hunk's wild hair. His first time seeing her out of her uniform... and it had turned out like this. The problem was that Kenta kind of just didn't really know what he was doing down there. He circled his tongue around Swan's clit, flicking it in his mouth a few times before giving a long, hard suck, then dove down, prying open her folds to p up the essence from her bubblegum-colored insides. Eventually he pushed his tongue inside, french-kissing her second pair of lips with abandon. Before getting the job at Bakunyuu, Kenta hadn't had much experience with women aside from a few brief girlfriends here and there. The amount of effort required to please a woman suddenly made itself much clearer when he was trying to do something that wasn't just ramming his cock into a hole. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on making her feel good. How did he...? No. He wasn't going to let something like this beat him. Not now. This was just another battle, and he just needed to find the right weak spots. Kenta dug his fingers into Swan's inner thighs, his eyes set with determination. He pushed, prodded and pped at Swan's insides, searching for the spots and areas that made the American beauty coo and gasp the most before attacking them like he was trying to take down a Geomorph. Whenever her thighs clenched down out of reflex, he pushed into her harder, pressing his hands down to keep her perfect, milky legs apart, rubbing and massaging all over every part of her he could reach. It was probably messy. It was probably juvenile, but Kenta tried his best... because Swan deserved that much. And it looked like, despite his ck of experience, he was doing something right. Swan's body moved as if electrified, her wails rising and falling in pitch but never quite silencing... this girl was clearly turning out to be quite a firecracker. Soon, the athletic blonde Director had her long, slinky legs wrapped around the back of his head, her fingers practically cwing at the table. She made one sweet "Oooh!" after another, chest fluttering, body trembling... before finally surrendering and submitting to the pleasure he was teasing out of her. She thrust her hips upwards, voice rising to a crescendo, before a long vibrating movement seized her whole lower body as her orgasm pulsed through her. "Kyaaaaa! Hyaaaaaahhhh!" It wasn't quick. Swan went on for some time, the luscious little nymphette's sinful satisfaction painted clearly on her face and in her movements... That body built for pleasure gave in to the luxury of being a man's tormented pything. Kenta finally breathed a sigh of relief... only to be startled by Swan's hand shooting up to grip his shoulder. Her pink-painted fingernails wrapped around him and sunk into him. She was purring, still moaning, fighting just to form words, but she breathlessly pointed to the bedroom, trying to get up, trying to guide him. Another kiss was shared on the table, then another in the doorway (which she also used as an opportunity to get his jeans off), then her eyes drifted over to the bedroom... and nothing more needed to be said. --- "Kyaaa!" Swan’s ass hit the bedsheets, and then Kenta was there for her. Her bedroom, like the rest of her apartment, was very pink, and very red. Pink sheets crushed beneath her ample body, the woman more than ever like a happy, blushing bride as she y back, spreading her legs, pulling Kenta on top of her. And there he was, on top of a high-css, sophisticated blonde bombshell. Between her spread legs, with that naughty, come-hither look on her face and a primal hunger smoldering deep inside. "How silly of me, Kenta... You've been... working so hard to protect the people of Tokyo, it's worn you down... Nobody, oooh, rewarded your hard work..." She kissed him again, leaving lipstick marks as she hungrily chewed his bottom lip. Even if Swan was probably pying it up, having her body underneath Kenta certainly did feel like a reward. Watching her chest move up and down with her heavy breathing was mesmerizing, and if his cock wasn't already begging him to thrust in, he probably would have just been content just watching her. Though from the look on her face, she probably wouldn't have been very happy with that outcome at all, and neither would he. A suspicion confirmed as she reached between their legs, grasping his member firmly, and guided him forwards. His tip spread her folds with a slippery wet sound and then he entered Swan's dripping, tight, hot little pussy, immediately immersing him in searing heat. Swan's pussy tched onto him as soon as the tip of his dick made contact, and held onto him tightly even as he moved in closer to pce a hand on her bountiful chest. It wouldn't do to sit there in contemption as she was requesting such nice things like that, so, slowly, he began to slide his thick rod into her. She fluttered her eyeshes and angled her hips a little better to give him more direct entry. The invitation couldn't be more explicit at this point if she tried... but she did anyway. "Please, enjoy your reward thoroughly... You've earned it, so..." A note of whining entered her voice, betraying her 'altruistic' intent and showing she wanted this even more than he did, "Please... give this yummy fat cock to me~? ?" He reached down, kissing her once again as his hips began to pump, driving his cock in. Her insides hugged him tightly while his hips moved, the head of his dick pressing at her cervix to say hello while he pyed his tongue inside of her mouth. The whole thing felt like he was trying his best to be as connected to Swan as he could possibly be. "Ngh-god, your whole body is just - " Kenta tried to form words through ragged breaths, ughing a bit. "Fuck, is this what American girls are like?" Kenta wasn't the best at pillow talk but his joke worked rather nicely, alleviating the tension hanging over the mood-soaked room. Swan giggled cutely, clinging to him through her ughter, looking even more like an angel despite being full of that big, naughty cock. When her ughter was immediately stifled by another moan, causing her to tighten her grip again, it just looked even more adorable. He brought one of his hands down, running it over Swan's thigh as he continued to pump in and out, grasping onto one of her legs to lift it upwards. The added leverage let him press downward, beginning to fuck her in earnest. In the dark, quiet room, with the rain still pouring down outside, the two figures - one deliciously masculine, the other decadently feminine - moved together in search of mutual pleasure, kissing, clinging to each other, messing the sheets as they seamlessly shifted through one position after another, trying every angle they could think of to help him scratch the itch deep inside. Swan's voice rose in a tense squeal over and over, the blonde beauty losing control of her body over and over, defenselessly thrusting herself against Kenta, baring everything she had for him. She shuddered through climax after climax, her insides left scorching hot and aching after being scraped and scratched and fed by that stud's meaty cock so many times. And finally Kenta had a release of his own, holding Swan by her tiny waist and pinning her down to the sheets, kissing her deeply as he grunted and tensed and his big balls churned, pouring out all the seed he'd made for her, firing deep and directly into this sweet, tender girl's womb while she twined her arms and legs around him and rode out her very st orgasm for the night. When his head finally stopped spinning, he found Swan down between his legs, diligently sucking up the st of the cum in his cock, whatever hadn't already made its way inside of her. He caught a brief glimpse of his submissive doe's pussy, red and raw and looking like it ached, a big pearly glob of cum half-in half-out of her, oozing down her thighs with the slightest movements. The stinging sensations of her well-fucked body just seemed to inspire even more devotion in her somehow, as if she hadn't given him enough of that already! And then... a quick shower, and falling asleep in each other's arms, and waking like that the next morning~