When the smoke finally settled, Haruno slowly opened his eyes—only to realize he was enveloped in something... soft. Warm. Dangerously soft. His face was completely buried in plush heaven, and it took him a second too long to realize what exactly that "heaven" was.
"Hmm~ you're awake already?" came a sexy voice above him.
Haruno blinked and looked up. Ryouko smirked down at him, her cheeks faintly pink, but her eyes glinting with wicked amusement. She didn't move. In fact, she pressed him in closer, just enough for Haruno's brain to fully overheat.
"I-I—Ryouko-sensei?! This position is…!" he stammered.
"My, my~ Haruno-kun, I didn't know you were such a bold one," she teased, blowing a small puff of air against his ear. "But if you wanted to rest your head there, you could've just asked~"
Haruno squeaked, flailing as he tried to escape, only to trip on his own overpowered augmented suit and tumble back into her arms again.
Ryouko giggled. "Ufufu, be careful. If you keep crashing into me like that, I might have to start charging a fee."
Even though she was clearly enjoying the moment, it had actually been Ryouko who hugged Haruno first—right after she threw the weapon. She hadn't wanted anything bad to happen to him if the device malfunctioned. But now, seeing his flustered reaction and the way his face burned red, she couldn't help herself. The urge to tease him a little was just too tempting.
Haruno, now redder than any alien laser, screams internally.
Meanwhile, Ryouko just hummed, "Well… I guess my boobs are a good shield after all." she said with a teasing grin, thoroughly enjoying the stunned look still frozen on Haruno's face.
Before he could recover, he blurted out, "If you had that crazy-strong weapon, why didn't you just use it from the start?"
Ryouko gave him a dry look and shrugged. "Because I only have one, and it costs more than your entire school's annual budget. It's a last-resort kind of thing, sweetie," she added, already scanning the wreckage to make sure all the enemies were dealt with.
But just as she turned her back—schlop.
A mass of dark, viscous ooze suddenly poured down from above, silently slinking out from a crack in the ruined ceiling. It splattered onto her back and shoulders, moving unnaturally fast as it wrapped around her. The goo began clinging tightly to her curves, pulling her down as if trying to swallow her whole.
"Wha—!?" she gasped, struggling as the slime began engulfing her like living tar.
Haruno's eyes widened in panic. "Ryouko-sensei!"
Without thinking, Haruno lunged forward and grabbed at the slime, trying to tear it away from Ryouko's body. But even with the boost from the augmented suit, the sludge clung to her like living cement, refusing to budge. The more he pulled, the more it tightened, dragging Ryouko's knees to the ground with a strained grunt.
"Guueee... This is way harder than I thought! Are you okay, Ryouko?!" Haruno gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his temple as he kept pulling with all his might.
"Uuugggh... I look okay to you!?" Ryouko hissed through clenched teeth, her voice trembling under the pressure of the slime crushing around her. "Don't be an idiot—just run!"
"There's no way I'm leaving you behind!" Haruno shouted back, determination flashing in his eyes.
Even as his muscles screamed in protest and the servos of his augmented suit whined under the pressure, Haruno pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch. The suit amplified his strength, but it didn't erase the pain—it only pushed his body closer to its limit. He gritted his teeth, reaching out until his fingers finally brushed against Ryouko's waist. The cold, slimy texture burned through his gloves, but he didn't let go. That thing wasn't going to take her. Not now. Not after everything they'd been through.
However, in his desperation to free Ryouko, Haruno left himself wide open. A tendril of slime—dense and whip-like—lashed out from the alien mass and struck him hard across the chest.
"Wha—!?" was all he could get out before his body was launched several meters into the air.
He barely had time to process the fact that he was airborne before the suit kicked in, softening his landing with a mechanical hiss and a thud.
"Ugh… That still hurts…" Haruno groaned, clutching his side. Despite the pain, he immediately tried to push himself up. "Wait, Ryouko—I'm coming!"
But as he turned his gaze back toward her, his breath caught in his throat.
The slime had changed.
It wasn't just restraining her anymore—it was coiling around her with deliberate, almost teasing precision. The goo wrapped around Ryouko's curves like it had read every page of a certain type of manga. Haruno's eyes widened as the slime began to dissolve her clothing bit by bit, starting with her white coat and continuing like it had an indecent plan of its own.
"H-Hey! That's... that's not battlefield-appropriate at all!" Haruno stammered, his face now a brilliant shade of crimson.
The tight black bra underneath was barely holding together as her generous breasts bounced with each subtle movement. Her skirt? Practically gone—replaced by tendrils that clung to her thighs just enough to draw the eye to dangerously exposed skin. Even the outline of her panties was becoming far too clear.
It was like something straight out of To-Love-Ru—only this wasn't a page Haruno could just flip past.
"Wh-Why is this happening now of all times!?" he shouted, trying to convince himself to look away… and failing miserably.
For the first time in his life, Haruno was witnessing a scene he'd only ever seen in ecchi manga—or, if he was being honest, the more mature kind of material that he may or may not have browsed in secret. Ryouko, the cool and confident adult doctor, was now helplessly wrapped in writhing slime, her outfit melted down to an enticing black brassiere and a few clinging remnants of fabric that barely passed for decency. Her long legs were completely exposed, and the sensual way the goo pulsed around her curves made Haruno's heart skip several beats… for very complicated reasons.
"Ah, geez… What am I even thinking right now!?" he scolded himself, snapping his head away and shaking it rapidly. "Focus, Haruno! This isn't the time to be… emotionally confused!"
He gritted his teeth. His suit's internal systems were blinking red—definitely overheating from earlier overuse. The servos lagged, his strength reduced. Still, he stood up again.
Just as he made another move toward Ryouko, the slime lashed out once more—same attack as before, a high-speed whip of semi-solid mass. But this time, Haruno anticipated it. He braced himself, taking the hit across his side and sliding back several meters—but not falling. Not this time.
"It feels… different this time," Haruno muttered, eyes widening behind his visor. "The suit—it's actually working better. No, not just better… I feel stronger. Lighter. Like my whole body's in sync with it."
He could still see warning signs flashing in his HUD—the suit was clearly still overheating—but something had changed. It wasn't like the first time he wore it. There was an odd warmth in his chest, not from heat, but… emotion?
Haruno's gaze snapped to Ryouko again. Her clothing had been nearly erased by the slime, strips of her lab coat barely clinging on, revealing more of her pale, smooth skin with every passing second. Her breathing was shallow, her face twisted in discomfort—not pain, but the overwhelming pressure of being trapped in a too-tight, living goo blanket. It was like something ripped straight out of a cursed ecchi manga.
"I-Is this really happening…?" Haruno swallowed. A part of him wanted to look away, but the rest of him was remembering the kiss Ryouko gave him in the mansion. The soft sensation of her breasts when he'd face planted into them. The scent of her perfume. Her teasing voice.
Then it hit him. Could that be it?
The suit pulsed. His body surged with power.
"Don't tell me… Is this—am I really getting stronger from that kind of stuff!?"
His foot slammed into the ground as he dashed forward again, faster, stronger, like Love-fueled adrenaline still surged through Haruno's body as he dodged another whip of slime, barely avoiding being knocked sky-high again. His movements were sharper, faster, but not enough. He could evade—but not win.
"Tch… I need more power!" he gritted his teeth, then glanced at Ryouko, still half-wrapped in goo, her skin flushed, breathing shallow. That… sight alone made his heart pound.
Then an idea hit him. A very Haruno idea.
"Ryouko-sensei!!" he shouted, leaping back to avoid another attack. "If I save you, can I ask for something!?"
From inside the slime, she groaned, "What are you saying!? Just run away—!"
"A kiss! Can I ask for a kiss!?"
There was a beat of silence. Then—
"What!?!" Ryouko yelped, but even through the goo, her blush was undeniable. "W-Well… If you really can save me, I'll kiss you a lot! So hurry up, hero!"
Haruno's heart practically exploded. His body felt even lighter, the suit pulsing in response like it understood his very soul.
Inside the goo, Ryouko blinked. Wait... is he really powering up from that? Is he actually turning into that kind of protagonist…?
A teasing smile crept to her lips. Well then… you better come claim that reward.
"Oooh… I can feel some excitement for a change to get kissing for Ryouko-sensei." Haruno commented as he could feel an overwhelming power that he understood did not come entirely from the suit he was using. However, it was something she could not have gotten without this suit. In other words, in the end the most important thing was that he got the power up, and this suit was heating up because of that.
"Here we go…!" Haruno muttered, his eyes locked on the writhing slime mass.
With newfound speed, he darted forward, weaving through the flailing slime-whips like a seasoned anime protagonist. In one clean motion, he clenched his fist, drawing from every ounce of love-charged energy pulsing through him—and delivered a massive punch straight into the core of the alien slime.
For a brief moment, everything went still.
Then—BOOM!
A shockwave rippled outward as the slime exploded into fragments, splattering everywhere like jelly under pressure. When the smoke cleared, Ryouko stood there—alive, but an absolute mess. Her clothes clung in scraps, her hair dripping with goo, and her expression somewhere between stunned and flustered.
"You okay, Ryouko-sensei?" Haruno panted, taking a step forward to help her—
POP!
With a hiss and a comedic puff of smoke, the overworked suit finally gave out, shattering like overcooked popcorn. Haruno's pants disintegrated with it.
Ryouko's eyes dropped. "Ah."
Haruno blinked. "Oh."
Now there they were—one nearly naked woman, one completely naked guy, both standing in the aftermath of a battle like a scene pulled straight out of an ecchi manga.
"…This really is a To-Love-Ru world, huh," Haruno muttered with such a deep sigh, trying to cover himself with what was left of his dignity.
Author Note
Ah, slow pace... Fanfic. I guess...
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