Karen's Burning Craving
Sometimes you hear about overheat cases in the news. Stories of women in a coma-like stupor getting raped. Drunk, drugged senseless. If anything, wasn't that exactly Karen's state right now?
───!
As their lips met and he pushed his tongue inside, forming the mana path, Karen's pupils quivered faintly. But that was all. No resistance. If anything, she leaned in more aggressively, her tongue reaching out like she was starving for affection.
Netoru was the one caught off guard this time, but there was no reason to pull away. He yanked her slender waist closer, lifting her chin at the same time. Their height difference adjusted, and the heat from her mouth flowed into his more vividly. It was an oddly intoxicating warmth.
Thanks to it, he could feel her body heat and skin even through the skintight suit clinging to her—along with the soft give of her breasts, clearer than ever.
But they couldn't keep kissing forever. Soon enough, her face flushed red from lack of air.
───smack
When their lips finally parted, a thin silver thread of mixed saliva snapped weakly, and Karen's parched red lips glistened with a seductive new vitality.
"Haa... haa..."
Karen steadied her ragged breaths in a daze. Her face was still dreamy, almost sleepwalking, laced with a fragile longing. Yet even in that haze, her black eyes fixed sharply on Netoru.
The cockpit's only light came from the mana core, but his face reflected perfectly in her dark pupils like a mirror.
After catching her breath and staring blankly at him for a long moment, Karen murmured,
"...Do it more."
Her voice, light and girlish, tickled his ear like a seductive whisper tempting his reason.
Before he knew it, her slender fingers clutched tightly at his chest. There was something in her actions that stirred a sadistic urge in anyone watching.
"Do what."
"That... thing just now..."
"What thing."
"..."
Silent, Karen bowed her head quietly and gripped his chest harder. She couldn't say it outright, it seemed. Instead, she bit her lower lip, exhaling hot breaths. Her panting grazed his neck.
Anyone could see how precarious she looked. Her head was burning with fever, consciousness slipping. It was no wonder. Her whole body must feel like it was on fire right now.
Even managing to speak like this was impressive enough. Teasing her further would be too cruel.
Besides... Netoru was struggling to hold back himself. He was only enduring because her desperate pleas were so damn cute.
"...You're way too shameless."
Her pale pink lips mumbled without forming proper words, radiating the fresh softness of a young girl just by looking.
"Please... keep doing that thing from before..."
Still far from any 'maturity,' Her allure was pure young girl essence. It sparked an overwhelming possessiveness in him—even as a question flickered in his mind.
How much had Natsuo tasted these lips? Had it really stopped at innocent teenage kisses?
Whatever. He was the one here now, not that kid.
Netoru leaned in close to her ear.
"Fine, I'll do it. But lift your head."
───mmph!
The moment she did, Netoru kissed her like he'd been waiting. His tongue slipped through her naturally parted lips, ravaging her saliva.
Her tongue instinctively blocked at first, but once he breached, it explored every corner of her mouth, coating it with his essence like marking territory.
"Ngh... haa... mmph..."
Resistance faded quickly, leaving only submission. When he pulled her waist tighter, she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing into him.
Up on tiptoes now, they devoured each other—it looked every bit the lovers' kiss.
Something the normal Karen would never do. She and Netoru weren't that close to begin with. Just coupling partners.
"Mmph... Hurry, do it again."
But she was aggressive. Breathless from the endless kisses, she pulled back briefly to catch her air—then immediately demanded more.
"What're you waiting for, come on..."
Her whiny tone was adorable. Flushed cheeks, ragged breaths, her slim body trembling faintly. Her black eyes glared at him, stained with raw greed.
But it wasn't lust. More like an unconscious survival instinct, a desperate bid to live.
She knew, without explanation. That this was easing her pain.
Right now, Netoru was stabilizing her mana nerve system.
"Got it, so quit whining."
He didn't refuse her. No reason to. He simply gave the girl what she craved.
Their lips met again, naturally.
───smack
Tongues tangled repeatedly, sticky saliva sliding between lips. But it wasn't enough—her arms around his neck crept higher, pulling his head fully into her embrace.
Netoru didn't stay passive. Kissing alone wouldn't cut it.
While she focused on the kiss, his hand on her waist slid upward stealthily. Her youthful body curved with mature allure. Just tracing her lines made his heart pound.
His rigid cock pressed against her lower abdomen, throbbing wildly. Every slight twist of his hips let him feel her softness, urging him on.
Take her. Make her yours.
She was basically an adult anyway. Old enough to know a man.
His hand roamed up her body to her nape. He craved true skin-on-skin, not through the suit. Fingers fumbled for the release button—and found it.
That's when he stopped.
He had to. Something blocked his hand.
"..."
It was Karen's hand, gripping his arm—the one reaching for the clasp. Weak enough to shake off easily, but he looked into her face anyway.
Her eyes were still clouded with heat. But a tiny spark of will remained: don't cross that line.
Netoru stared back and asked,
"...Can't go there?"
"..."
No answer. Just mumbling lips and a troubled expression. Maybe she'd just realized what she was doing.
Finally, in a firm but low voice,
"...This can't happen."
Looks like tonight ended here. Their bond wasn't deep enough to push further.
"Sorry."
Netoru apologized readily, and she quietly closed her eyes, tilting her face up. As if nothing happened, she pulled his head in and parted her lips, pushing her tongue forward.
He kissed her back, interfering with her mana nerve system. The scorching heat began to cool, stabilizing.
2. Generally, Holy Knight pilots can't couple if their coupling wavelengths don't match. But that was meaningless for Netoru.
Thanks to his ability, he'd gone through countless battlefields, pairing with a different partner each time.
Of course, even if coupling worked, mismatched wavelengths caused issues—like overheat.
So female pilots overheating was a big headache for him too.
How to fix it? He couldn't rely on them for answers.
Netoru analyzed his own ability and found a solution himself. Luckily, it wasn't hard.
He could interfere with a female pilot's mana nerve system—and use that to ease overheat states.
───rustle rustle.
In his hazy consciousness, a faint noise brushed his ears. Wondering what it was, Netoru cracked his eyes open in the cockpit.
There was Karen, yanking at her hair first thing in the morning, mumbling to herself pathetically.
Unaware he'd woken, she looked on the verge of tears.
"I'm crazy, totally crazy! Did I lose my mind last night from the overheat?"
"..."
"Why? Why the hell did I do that? Aah! What the fuck was that..."
"..."
"R-right... Karen... it was a dream... No way I'd go nuts like that... Right? Haha..."
"..."
"Okay... stay calm. When Netoru wakes up, act like nothing happened... totally natural..."
"..."
Guess it's the anime world roots. Watching her freak out solo felt like peering at an anime through a screen—novel and entertaining.
So he kept spectating until...
"...Huh?"
She sensed his gaze? Her soliloquy cut off; she clamped her mouth shut and turned like a glitchy robot with a creak.
Their eyes met. Netoru said,
"Looking this energetic first thing means you're feeling better."
"..."
"Glad our hard work last night paid off."
"...Hard work?"
Her face stiffened, uncomprehending. Netoru smirked and pointed to his nape.
Gripping marks from when she'd yanked him in for kisses last night—still vivid.
Memories flooding back, her face turned beet red.