Long story short, the hugs filled up the Love Energy meter. At last, the Rentaro Robot was able to proceed.
“Geh heh heh!”
“That’s enough, Vice Principal!”
The vice principal was still sucking the menfolk of the town into her hair when the Rentaro Robot appeared, blocking her way.
“Oh yeah.” A thought occurred to Kusuri. “Why’s vice principal still got clothes on?”
“Maybe she wasn’t willing to give up her last bit of respectability as a human being,” said Karane.
“I suspect that the clothes remained intact after biggification as a reference to some form of media,” said Nano.
“Wow, Kusuri-senpai. That sure was convenient,” said Hakari. “Were you always able to make drugs like that?”
“With current scientific prowess, Kusuri’s drugs can’t make clothes stretch like a Saiyan’s!” Kusuri responded with palpable frustration.
“I feel like that’s a lower bar than turning people into giants,” Kurumi pointed out with a straight face.
Hahari glanced at Mei, who nodded and launched into an explanation. “There is a reason why the honored vice principal’s vestments can stretch so considerably. Given that she has a tendency to engage in intense physical activity, Hahari-sama helped fund and develop Saiyan-type clothing for the vice principal out of the benevolence of her heart.”
“That’s even less plausible!” shouted Kurumi.
That was about as much plot-hole-filling exposition the topic of the vice principal’s lack of nudity deserved, so they wrapped up the discussion there.
Just then, however…
“Ooh, I spy with my big eye a male specimen of the species! And a decently sized one at that!” The giant vice principal jumped at the Rentaro Robot standing in her way. “Take this! My French kiss!”
No sooner did she say that than she smothered the Rentaro Robot’s lips—which was where the main camera was installed.
The robot’s occupants shuddered as the vice principal’s tongue slithered across the monitor. “This is cursed!”
“Mother, why did you put the camera in the mouth?!” Hakari demanded.
“Don’t blame me. I didn’t think that this would happen! Besides, putting cameras in both eyes would have made it hard to sync up the footage in real time, and we didn’t have the processing space. Putting it in just one eye would have been unintuitive as well. Having the camera differ too much from how human beings normally perceive things would have come with risks, so the lips were the best option!”
“What’s with all the weirdly realistic limitations?” Karane moaned.
“Given the circumstances, it would have been logical to put the camera in the middle of the forehead,” said Nano.
“A Rentaro-chan in any form with a mole on his forehead would definitely be cute,” said Hahari, “but he wouldn’t be the same Rentaro-chan!”
‹At the point of mechanization.› ‹Rentaro-kun.› ‹Was no more.›
As the girls bantered, however…
“Urk! I can’t shake her off!” Rentaro had been earnestly grappling with the controls for a while now.
Unfortunately, the machine merely groaned noisily under the vice principal’s vice-like grip. He was unable to move it any farther. In fact, the vice principal succeeded in pushing him to the ground.
“I heard a male voice… Is there a boy inside, hmm?” She seemed to have detected Rentaro’s voice by touching the robot directly. She pressed her ears against the robot’s chest, right where the cockpit was located. “Come on out, my pretty!”
Just when it seemed like she was pulling her face away, a mysterious liquid squirted from her mouth and onto the Rentaro Robot’s body—and to make matters worse, it started to melt the robot’s armor.
“Kusuri-senpai, wasn’t the medicine only supposed to make her big?!” Hakari asked shrilly.
“K-Kusuri’s got no clue…” Kusuri was aghast. “This evolution is beyond all comprehension!”
“A human’s gastric acid has a pH of one, which is an extremely high coefficient. It is possible that her enlarged body has subsequently strengthened the acid secreted in her stomach,” said Nano.
“She’s puking on us?! Gross!” said Kusuri.
“Who cares what that liquid is?! We’re kind of in a bind here!” said Hakari.
“Either way, I don’t wanna swim in something that came out of a person’s mouth,” said Kurumi.
Hahari wore a grave expression. “This is bad,” she said, turning to Mei.
“This cockpit is constructed out of materials that break down easily in acid,” Mei explained.
“Okay, first off, why’d you use material like that?” Karane demanded.
“There is a high possibility the acid will swiftly melt through the armor and gush into the cockpit,” Mei continued.
“In that case,” said Hahari, “we are all…toast.”
“Is it too much to ask for a little tension?! What’s with the casual explanation?!” Karane’s eyes were practically popping out of her head.
“Urk! I’ll soak up all the acid with my body if it comes to it!” Rentaro was determined to quite literally put his life on the line.
‹Rentaro-kun.› ‹I cannot simply leave you to perish!› Shizuka showed equal willingness to put herself in the line of fire.
“I will protect Hahari-sama’s body with my life.” Mei was likewise determined to shield Hahari.
Nano’s cold retort stopped all three in their tracks. “There is insufficient surface area for you to absorb everything.”
“Today of all days, Kusuri only has acidic drugs!” Kusuri clenched her fist and groaned. “Might have neutralized it if had alkaline drugs, but alas…”
“Even if you were prepared, one or two test tubes wouldn’t be enough to fix this.” Hakari sighed. “It doesn’t have to be alkaline. A large amount of any liquid should be enough to neutralize it, I think…”
Hahari’s eyes widened in surprise at her daughter’s words. It was as if a lightbulb had switched on in her head. “Rentaro-chan! Could you shift your position a bit so that the vice principal’s mouth is on the Rentaro-chan Robot’s crotch instead?!”
“Huh? Uh, okay, I’ll give it a shot… Hey, is this gonna be all right?! You know, from an artistic perspective!”
“It’s our only option!”
Despite not knowing the reason for any of this—or even whether this was in any way tasteful—Rentaro responded to the firm will in Hahari’s eyes. “Okay!” He swiftly adjusted the controls. “Aaaaaaaargh!”
He was still firmly within the vice principal’s grasp, yet by wriggling and squirming with all of his might, he was able to shift his position ever so slightly. The vice principal didn’t seem perturbed. If anything, she looked more excited.
As the acid continued to rain down upon the robot, Rentaro kept maneuvering this way and that. Eventually, the vice principal’s mouth ended up planted on the Rentaro Robot’s crotch. A hissing noise could be heard, and the acid started to melt the armor covering that particular area. Rentaro felt a slight shudder down his own corresponding body part as well.
“Press the white button, now!” Hahari commanded, not providing any explanation once again.
“Okay!” Rentaro identified the white button among the numerous colored buttons on the control panel and pressed it without any hesitation whatsoever. With a terrific gushing noise, a transparent liquid burst from the Rentaro Robot’s crotch and started pushing back against the vice principal’s fluids. “Whoa?!”
“Rentaro-chan! Set the output to maximum!”
“Roger that!”
Rentaro pushed the lever at his side as far as it could go, causing the liquid jet to intensify.
“Ugh?!”
Unable to fend against the torrent of water any longer, the vice principal backed away a step.
“Phew, we got out of that pinch!” said Rentaro. “Thank you so much, Hahari-san!”
“Yes, we’ve been saved, b-but why does it have the ability to shoot liquid from down there?!” Hakari puckered up her face as if she was experiencing a migraine. Even as the torrent died down, the Rentaro Robot’s crotch was still trickling. “It’s almost as if—!”
“It’s the peeing function!” Hahari declared stridently.
“You just went ahead and said it!” Hakari’s scowl deepened.
“Not to worry, it’s just water!”
“At least you had enough sense not to give it some other kind of purpose,” Rentaro commented, ever the optimist.