"Mme. cybernetica" This is a Pre-quel of sorts to the Moldiver series, taking place three weeks before the Moldiver suit is finished and operates. My sincerest apologies tot eh creators of Moldiver... WARNING: If nudity, Seaxual Situations, or total hedonism is not your style, Don't read further. However, those of hentai minds...enjoy! Tip tip tip... Mirai sneaked around the various stacks of naughty magazines mixed with technichal books, careful to not step on the well used kleenex in her bare feet. Unlike in America, kleenex in Japan was used for "cleaning up evidence of personal physical sexual satisfaction". Mirai groaned. Asleep again on his books. She pulled out a gift one of her student exchange friends bought her back in teh states. It was a device used by fans in football games. It seemed to be a megaphone attached to a can of some sort. Gently she held it up to her brother's ear and pressed the button. HOOOOOOONNNNNNKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "AUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" Hiroshi snapped to attention, eyes so wide he was certain they'd never close again. Mirai laughed mirthfully tears rolling down her cheeks as her brother tried to get over his shock. "Awake for dinner now?" Mirai asked. Hiroshi glowered "Out, Mirai. Now." Mirai beamed sweetly. "Okay. Suit yourself." turning around, she then whipped back and pressed the button on the device again HOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH" Mirai made it out the door before Hiroshi could catch her. Later, Hiroshi was back agian in his secluded room-of-a-workspace. He was trying to work on some part of a new device...a way to improve the human body. At first he wasn't so sure, so unfortunately his work reflected it. He threw down the circut board in disgust after burning himself for the ninth time with a sodering iron. "Blast it!" he growled, sucking on his finger in a sulking manner. He then heard footsteps behind him. Thinking it was his sister, he grabbed the sodering iron and whipped it around like a weapon. He then found himself pointing it at a pair of breasts. He looked up to see the face of a sea green haired woman with matching eyes. Milky streaks of white shimmered like moonstones in her hair, and a transparent gown lay close on her body. Hiroshi could see right through it. "I have DEFINITELY been working too long" he whispered. The woman walked, no...flowed toward the discarded circut board and picked it up. "What is this for?" she asked. "Anoo, well... for improving the body, but I don't know how." He took it from her and nervously began to work on it again, hoping he hadn't gone Mad. The woman pushed his hand away from the circut board and made him stand. "Rest awhile with me," the woman whispered. And then she was gone... And so was he.... Hiroshi found himself in a gilded palace carved out of what seemed smooth coral. It was open to a beautiful scene of the sea in moonlight on one side. The inside was ntoing but silks, cusions, sheets and low slung chairs. The woman glided forward towards some female servants and took their offerings of fine food and a pitcher of wine. "I know you have not eaten well this evening...Please share some with me..." she offered. She then placed the pitcher and the plate next to a seductive pile of cushions near the bay view. Hiroshi thought if he was going crazy, he might as well enjoy it. He went over to the lady as she laid down and curled up beside her. She then introduced herself, saying her name was Mist, and then proceeded to share with him the food she had. Hiroshi then changed his concluson to dying and being in heaven for being mad. After quietly savioring some very exotic wine and food, Mist then sent for her servants and they took away the plates. Hiroshi then smiled sewwtly and began to drift off. But Mist gently shook him. "It is not good that you fall asleep on food," Mist murmured. "Let us sport first." She then disrobed and slid down back on the cushions. Hiroshi instantly woke up. he turned a bright shade of red and whispered, "Do you mean..." And was answered with a kiss and being pushed down on the cushions. She was very quick with her hands, he was disrobed almost instantly and yet his hands were free enough to roam over her body. The feel of her...her scent of lillies... by the Gods... Mist smiled sweetly. "As you have guessed I am not mortal. I am a muse, an inspirational nymph to those who create. I have been sent to help you..." and then she gave the most glorious giggle Hiroshi had ever heard. "and the only way I can..." she went on, "Is to make love to you. Desire fires my intuitions and my powers." Hiroshi could say nothing, as she then kissed him and let his hands keep going over her body. He curved his hands over her breasts, her thighs... turned her over and kissed his way down her body to her lower set of lips, licking her sweetness. Misblushed a gentle pink as she cried in miaas of pleasure. Hiroshi then stopped before her climax and thrust into her. Mist locked her legs around his thighs, feeling all of him ram into her. Witht he force of his thrusts Hiroshi's hair, usually bound tightly, broke free, and his glasses were threatening to fall off. But Mist encourage his abandon with her own body. They kissed, each time a spark leaving her lips made him shiver. It waso good...so very good...he coudn't stop...he kept going further and further hearing her beg gently for his love and his desire untill she could take no more. She came...and Hiroshi did as well, crying out passionately... Hiroshi woke up in the middle of his room. He realized he was naked, but then thought he might had really remove his clothes before falling asleep. Just as he crawles to his bed, a new idea forms in his mind...a power suit. A suit that could save people, could help those in need. Before he finishes the thought, he finds a strand of blue hair mixed with with his own pubic hair. Sea blue hair...with milky moonlight mixed in a wild highlight.