Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 72 - Deep Space Voyage

Chapter 72 - Deep Space Voyage

This is my first time wearing a white-and-blue space bodysuit, and the moment I slip into it, I feel how snugly it clings to my body. The soft cyber fabric molds itself to every contour, wrapping around me like a second skin. Though it looks sleek and form-fitting, the material is surprisingly comfortable, allowing me to move freely. 

Embedded in the back are padded compartments, housing a deployable jetpack that hums faintly with potential energy. Completing the ensemble is a sleek helmet, its aerodynamic design reminiscent of a high-tech motorcycle visor, its tinted glass reflecting the bright lights of the KAWAII fitting room.

Stepping out, my eyes immediately lock onto Myrrh, who stands confidently in her own version of the space suit—though hers is even more revealing. Designed like a futuristic one-piece, the suit leaves her long, slender white legs bare, exposing her toned shoulders and smooth underarms. 

She wears detached gloves that reach above her elbows, and her boots, which extend past her knees, gleam with a cybernetic sheen. The design accentuates her figure in a way that seems almost intentional, the fabric sculpting around her ample curves with an almost artistic precision.

"For some reason, this fits better than my school bodysuit," Myrrh muses, stretching her arms before placing a hand on her hip. "But it's a lot more revealing. Not that I mind, though. It's a good way to display my perfect body."

She speaks to Agent Feena, who stands nearby in the same bodysuit—though hers is a white-and-pink variation. The uniform hugs Feena's slim figure just as snugly, and though she has a different body type, the effect is just as alluring. Her natural grace, combined with the suit's bold design, gives her an undeniable charm, one that borders on dangerously seductive.

Whoever designed these suits is a pervert. A genius pervert. They definitely deserve a raise.

"Wow, you really are sexy in that suit," Agent Feena remarks with an approving smile before shifting her gaze to me. "Oh, you too, Zaft!"

When Myrrh turned to look at me, her lips parted slightly, eyes widening in what I could only describe as stunned silence. She gave me a slow, deliberate once-over, her gaze sweeping from my head to my toes like a fashion critic sizing up a runway model. I braced myself for a snide remark—something sharp and teasing—but instead, she just stood there, quiet.

"How do you feel about our KAWAII space suit?" Agent Feena asked, breaking the silence.

I flexed my arms slightly, feeling the suit's tight embrace. "Rubbery," I muttered. "It fits perfectly, sure, but I don't think it's breathable. My buttcheeks are already sweating because it's so airtight."

Agent Feena let out a light laugh. "Don't worry about that, Zaft. The vacuum of space is freezing, and this cyber fiber suit is designed to retain body heat. You'll be fine."

I sighed, adjusting my stance. "Now I know what WAIFU feels like in those ridiculously tight bodysuits," I muttered with a forced smile.

"Damn right you do." Myrrh finally broke her silence, her tone laced with sass.

Agent Feena clapped her hands. "Anyway, we need to board our KAWAII spaceship. Let's go." She turned, leading the way to the hangar.

As we walked, I noticed something odd—Myrrh was deliberately keeping pace just behind me, her footsteps light but constant. I glanced back at her, catching the slight curve of her lips—a smirk, mischievous and knowing.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at her, scrunching my face in suspicion.

"Nice ass," Myrrh scoffed, her voice dripping with smug amusement.