Mechanically Attractive 2 - or 'There's a need for pipe-cleaning that goes beyond the tanks' (Girls Und Panzer, Tank Mechanic!MC)
Nishizumi Maho was quite tired.
The unnecessary length and extension of the training session this month had been far too grueling for her tastes- it got to the point that she filed a report to be more lax in that regard. As much as a student shouldn't usually push like that against the administration, a brief exchange of emails with her mother had confirmed that she had been in the right to do so.
There were plans to ease up on the unfair treatment, but the 'damage' was done. Her whole body was drained of most of its energy and she wasn't the only one to be like this. Her team was formidable, but they could go so far before it became a bit of an issue to keep going.
Hence why, out of dutiful command, Maho personally took care of having their tank repaired. The trip was brief and she had been looking forward to seeing this 'miraculous mechanic' that had been behind some rapid and effective patchworks for some of the school's tanks.
He was not a permanent fixer to Kuromorimine Academy, but he was bound to stay roughly a month. He has been 'preferred' by many of the students using tanks in recent times, but it was mostly due to his 'godly touch'.
Maho's curiosity was rewarded by quite the refreshing sight. Having grown up as the daughter of an excellent practitioner of the Sensha-dou, Maho had been around tanks for as long as she could remember.
Her mother was prideful of showing those she owned to her daughters, the sight of the vehicles always feeling so wonderful to Maho. She always thought and dreamed to learn on how those worked inwardly, and she was granted books on their use and their mechanical practice from the moment she could read and write.
Maho loved those and she loved seeing someone dedicated to the job doing a fine effort to fix things up. And the Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiger I Ausf. E that she drove to see repaired was just an excellent piece to see slightly-dismantled and patched up due to its 'unique nature' as a powerful but reliable tank.
It made her smile, it made her feel like she was, for the time being, away from her mother's shadow. It wasn't like she hated her mother, Nishizumi Shiho just wanted the best for her daughters, but the woman tended to be so frustrating with her stubborn view of the sport.
It was, by the end of the day, a game. It was meant to be fun- the very emotion that propelled Shiho to become a championess. But now? She had lost herself in the duty of refining her success in a sharp doctrine that wouldn't accept 'heresies'.
So, you either follow it or you are bound to lose harshly against your opponent.
Maho's attention was, however, directed to a phone that was laying by the bench she took a seat to. It was right beside the bag the mechanic owned, which made it clear the device was his and…
…
Maho usually didn't seek to pursue gossip and rumors, but the 'bing' noises coming from the phone made her see a familiar 'name' sending it.
Chiyomi Anzai- Anchovy. The boisterous but fairly cute girl from Anzio… why is she sending messages to the mechanic?
Sure, there was no doubt that the man had worked at Anzio, but how come a student would seek reason to contact them while they were employed elsewhere. Maho was tired, and bored.
A closer glance gave her an answer she found hard to swallow: in one of the messages sent was an attached file. A picture. She could see the preview for a moment and… that was clearly a nude pic.
Anchovy's petite frame was shown to her, with as much as her cute pubes over her clit.
…
And it was enough to draw a strong blush out of Maho. While sexuality was not something she indulged to learn about, Maho knew when a lewd picture was being employed. It was also a matter of her odd sense of promiscuity on the topic.
Maho liked boys… and girls. More girls, actually.
It wasn't like she was a full 'lesbian' as some of the students would call it, but Maho was familiar with the concept of 'kinship among classmates' that tends to happen among tank-mates. It never happened in her tanks, but she heard rumors of her mother partaking in some 'unique' celebrations in her youth.
That wholesome peace of mind she once held during this stay vanished as a turbulent storm of unease and perplexity took traction over her mind. There was a brief moment of lucidity as she glanced at the distracted mechanic.
Did he force himself onto Anchovy? The messages may show some 'intimacy', but the fire that she knew Anchovy was capable of seemed untainted. In fact, it looked like it was burning brighter in the cheeky messages she sent. What was going on between these two and… why couldn't she stop rubbing her legs together?
The last question was within her brain the moment she pondered over it- Maho was intrigued. After all, it was no secret that many renowned championesses using tanks would marry mechanics and other workers that were quite capable with the vehicles.
It was to 'keep the bloodlines pure but not too intertwined'. It worked excellently- her own father had been a mechanic too, which was why her mother found it easy for her business to continue with a loyal subordinate husband that respected and loved her… entirety.
This, however, didn't look like a relationship as subservient as the one the Nishizumi household was familiar with. And Maho's panic vanished into mere curiosity. Why would Anchovy seek this man to do naughty things with him?
A closer inspection upon the mechanic gave the brunette a clue- the man removed his shirt since the depot was warming up due to the sun. She was fine due to her relatively modest outfit, but the man was reasonably heating up due to the weather. And his sweaty flesh, toned and muscular, drew a deep respect out of Maho.
That was the physique of a man that knew how to handle a tank. And surely a girl. After all, from her own mother's words, a man that can understand a tank, is a man that could easily understand its driver.
This advice had been mostly ignored as it was applied wrongfully with someone that came close to becoming her fiance by arranged accords. Luckily for her, the boy had been an utter fool around vehicles and messed up badly, thus earning her mother's ire and condemnation.
Yet, at the moment, Maho could only ponder the 'good side' of those words. This mechanic was good at it, and he definitely had a way to seduce women. She had to see just how and her curiosity should have been sated.
…Right?
Once the work was done, around early afternoon, Maho sought to 'push' her advantage with a praise and then a 'jab', or a question on the topic of Anchovy 'speaking highly of him'.
That approach born through a bit of deceit yielded some results for her to prod upon.
Maho frowned deeply. "You mean to tell me that Anchovy… just offered? She was the one that initiated?"
"Well, she sounded a bit flustered at first. And- and then she told me that she was told by a subordinate that it was easy to 'repay physically' for good work compared to paying monetarily. The thing is I didn't even ask for money since I get paid by the academy to do a good job."
Yes, that made some sense and… yet not.
"So, she just gave you her body and you took it? What if she were to remain pregnant? Have you two lost your minds?"
It was such a ludicrous circumstance, but the ensuing words put her at ease and… wonder.
"H-Hold up, we didn't do any irresponsible sex. She had taken the pill and we have been using condoms from time to time, so there was no way for her to remain pregnant."
…
"What's 'the pill'? And why would it guarantee protection like these… condoms?"
Being given a theoretical explanation on contraceptive methods to prevent pregnancies during pre-marital sex was NOT how Maho had thought this day would have turned out to be, but she was nonetheless intrigued by the concept itself: sex without commitment was a thing…?
"Yes and no. I mean, would it be right to say you never had… you know."
"I have not. Is this… a problem?"
"Considering your background… not really," The young man explained. "Like, many girls tend to be less strict about who they lose their virginity with, but it's still an important step compared to post-virginal sex. After all, that's the kind of thing you can't get back after you let go of it."
That made so much sense to Maho, and she nodded in agreement. But then, she realized one thing.
"Wait, wasn't Anchovy a virgin too?"
…
"She was not?!"
"She mentioned having a boyfriend for a while and that… he wasn't that pleasant after they started to get serious. He was too narcissistic and she dumped him."
That was awkward. Having sex with someone that you don't love fully… so bad.
Still, that was a thought that cemented an idea- she could do something like Anchovy did but… not as extensive.
"I will treat you sexually then," Nishizumi Maho proclaimed. "But only with my mouth."
By word, that sounded quite feasible. But that notion faltered when she was brought to a 'storage room' near the depot, asked to kneel down and… handle such a meaty thing that was now so close to her reddening face.
It was reasonable to expect a woman to be submissive to a man by servicing his groin, the tool which allows babies to be born from. It was humiliating, but it was just the two of them and she demanded anonymity AND secrecy to prevent any blackmail to be produced about it.
Despite her unease, the mechanic- John, that was his name, was quite helpful in giving her steps to follow. She was slow, nervous, but the smell of sweat coming from the half-flaccid thing drove her to sniff it and then lick it. It didn't take too long for it to stand in a thicker and hardened form. Enough for the 'sucking' to begin.
Maho wasn't sure why it was called a Blowjob, but it was clear to her that 'Suckjob' felt a bit too open to interpretation. She was slow, but learning from each 'bit' of the texture. Such a massive thing was meant to penetrate and steal a girl's purity, to claim her and make her submissive to its owner.
She wasn't touching herself, but she could feel her panties dampening with the juices oozed by her slit. It was… was her body into this? She wasn't truly sure of it- she didn't hate it, but was her body showing appreciation for it?
She wasn't sure at all. And her philosophical dilemma wasn't answered in time as an end to this payment came. It came quite hard in her waiting throat~. Soon, the white release filled her cheeks and taste buds. It was not sweet, but the flavor was 'acceptable'.
Something in her mind converted the odd taste into a 'necessary one'. Like a medicine, but less relevant as one and more… bearable with. She didn't let go of that penis until she was sure she had cleaned up. It would be horrendous for her to be known to have been so inexperienced about it. Maho just couldn't bear with that thought and…
"W-What do you mean return the favor?"
Maho thought that her action's purpose was clear, but the mechanic spoke of 'settling the score even'. She was unsure on what he meant, but while she was unsure of what he wanted by having her skirt and panties removed, the girl soon came to know what was known as the 'blowjob for women'- the cunnilingus.
His tongue treated her to a wonderful world beyond mere fingering. Her lower body was hurled into a pleasant hell she couldn't pull away from- it wasn't like she even wanted to do so. Maho had thought herself devoid of the same depraved thoughts of some foolish girls her age, but it was clear those existed- she just never had the chance to feel those until now.
She was squirting a few times, going beyond the usual 'one round, all drained' rule she would follow in masturbation. Maho felt her legs twitch while she held her hands pressing against her slutty mouth.
Such a shameful display for the Nishizumi Heiress, she thought in wanton depravity while her unruly snatch was duly dominated by the mechanic's tongue. While this was not sex, and her disappointment in going through with this task remained, the comforting feeling of her cunt getting 'eaten' and satisfied in such a manner managed to keep her lust at bay and even… beat it back.
By the time she was done, by the time she was at her utmost weakest where she could be 'preyed upon', the mechanic carried her back to the depot, gave her his jacket, and even went to pick up a few water bottles for them to drink from.
"After that much, I think you need some rest and water."
Maho could only nod, cheeks reddish as she sipped from her bottle and would ensue so even through the remainder of the day. Some would notice, but no one would ask- even Erika looked stunned by this sight but she decided against pressing on it.
Night came, and Maho couldn't sleep. She was checking her own phone, the screen fixed on the message board she had with John. She eyes the last message:
It was fun! I hope you are doing well, Maho.
So unruly, not even using proper honorifics… but it felt nice.
It wasn't 'Nishizumi-san' or 'Maho-sama', it was… Maho. It made her chest burn up a bit, her cheeks flared some more and a tiny smile crept on her pretty face.
I think I will look into obtaining this 'pill' he spoke of~.
