Four men lifted the large sedan chair to the edge of the “Moonsea Resort” station’s gaseous dome.
Due to the station’s Earth-like gravity ring, the Sigma Series quartet could no longer carry the lunar bus and dropped it to the ground with a bang.
The people inside the vehicle were jostled by the impact as well.
However, the station staff had already been waiting; the lunar bus was soon towed fully into the dome by a tractor meant for emergencies, out of the reach of the solar storm.
Only then was the crisis brought on by this natural disaster truly over.
Everyone who stepped out of the vehicle felt a sense of relief, as if having survived a catastrophe.
“Whew—We made it out alive!!”
Clara was the first to hop off the bus.
Beneath the dome, the sky was bright and clear, a stark contrast to the cold, raging, pitch-black lunar surface outside. Stretching her limbs, Clara felt her tension ease considerably.
This is what it means to have one’s feet on solid ground and feel safe~
“Where are Sista and the others?”
She began looking around.
This time, the four heroes of the Sigma Series hadn’t actually fought, but they had still accomplished a heroic feat—enduring the solar storm to bring everyone safely to the station.
Unfortunately, no drone could film in those conditions, so the footage for the show would have to be cut together from their helmet POVs.
At this moment, they had already removed their gear. With the help of the staff, they’d taken off their stifling extravehicular suits and were sitting in light clothes, resting on the grass nearby.
However, the four of them didn’t look too well.
Not only was their skin flushed red, but they even had nosebleeds—and on their gums too…
Seeing this, Clara hurriedly called out, “Fran, quick, come help them!”
Fran, who looked like a doctor in her white coat, came over to check them. She seemed to have anticipated this and gave only a quick glance before saying, “Spontaneous bleeding, radiation symptoms. It’s nothing serious, but they should get treatment at the infirmary. Everyone else is alright, yes?”
…
Even if nothing seemed wrong, everyone still needed a check-up. But now that the tension had passed, everyone cared more about getting some real rest than their health.
“Lucia, Fran, you two go rest in your guest rooms at the resort. I’ll go to the infirmary with them,” Clara said, showing genuine concern for the heroes—a gesture that surprised Fran a little, though she glanced at the drone filming above and didn’t say anything further…
Showing care for your heroic colleagues was always a good thing, after all, and Clara’s actions were above reproach, so long as she kept a proper distance.
“Right, you should get yourself checked too. You were exposed to radiation before the first wave of the storm hit,” Fran added.
“Got it…”
Clara waved her hand, then turned back to the four before her.
“Heroes, can you stand up? Or do you need a stretcher?”
Sista, clutching his nose, tried to get up. Clara quickly reached out a hand and a tentacle to help him, but his legs gave out and he flopped right onto Clara’s back…
“Sigh, I guess I’ll just carry you then?”
At that moment, Clara felt a strange, familiar sensation on her back.
She suddenly remembered Kamui, reeking of alcohol.
Back when she’d picked Kamui up off the roadside, she’d carried her like this too. It was just that Sista was much taller than Kamui, and his feet nearly dragged on the ground. Thankfully, Clara had enough tentacles to secure him firmly.
What she didn’t expect was that carrying Sista felt almost the same as carrying Kamui.
Just how flat-chested was Kamui, to have a chest indistinguishable from a man’s?
Thanks to her, even Clara herself was flat as a board now…
But her own little sister had a great figure—so maybe there was hope for her in the future as well.
“Thank you, Miss Clara,” Sista said.
Though being carried by a little girl was a bit embarrassing, Sista didn’t seem to mind.
“No need to thank me. You all saved our lives.”
“That was Miss Lucia’s accomplishment.”
“But you all worked hard too, didn’t you? Stop talking and rest now… Oops, your nosebleed!”
Clara’s tentacle blocked Sista’s nose to keep it from staining her clothes.
With a staff member guiding them, Clara and Okada Daruma took the injured to the medical room, while the others went to the guest rooms to rest. BB-0027 was towed to the garage for repairs. As for tomorrow’s plans, they’d gather and discuss after dinner.
The hardships were behind them. Now that they’d reached the resort, it was time to enjoy themselves, wasn’t it?
To create the most authentic tropical island atmosphere, two-thirds of the resort’s area was covered by seawater—no doubt some form of artificial ocean. The remaining third was made up of islands, beaches, and tropical rainforest.
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On the way to the infirmary, Clara kept observing the staff of the resort.
According to President Chexia, the company in charge of developing, building, and running the resort was a subsidiary of Nightmare Corp. While Dream Witch was also a subsidiary, due to the special circumstances of the Undercover Department, they obviously wouldn’t reveal this to the other company’s staff.
So Clara had another secret mission, one even Fran and Lucia didn’t know about.
No, maybe it wasn’t quite a mission.
“Enjoy everything the resort has to offer and find any areas that could be improved. Write up a report for me when you get back~”
That’s what Chexia had told her.
So Clara was eyeing the female staff member who was leading the way.
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The resort’s perpetual summer beach theme meant the uniforms were form-fitting short-sleeved, narrow skirts. But when a woman’s figure was good enough, even an ordinary outfit could look sexy and alluring—this staff member was a perfect example.
…
“No wonder this place is open to the wealthy. Their hiring standards are really high.”
Sista, lying on Clara’s back, suddenly asked, “So, Miss Clara, do you like that kind of figure?”
“Huh? Um?”
Clara had no idea how to answer, or even how to interpret the question.
“Sista, you really are clueless.”
“Sorry, is that an inappropriate question?” Sista seemed to realize his mistake, but didn’t know exactly what he’d done wrong.
“Between friends of the same sex it’s one thing, but you don’t usually ask a little girl something like that, you know?”
“I just want to know more about you, Miss Clara. Among all the people I know, you’re special to me…”
“Eh?!”
Why did that sound so cheesy? The Sigma Series guys must have received special fan-service training.
Clara squinted at him and said, “Hey, don’t say things like that. I’m not one of those women who scream just because they see you guys…”
Actually, she didn’t even count as a woman.
Clara tightened her grip on Sista’s thigh, lifting him a bit higher, and used her tentacles to secure him better.
“And saying you want to know more about me… If you knew what I was really like, you’d definitely hate me.”
Clara mumbled quietly.
Definitely… would hate me.
After all, who could ever like a slippery old squid uncle?
Hey, who you calling old