As I make my way down the featureless NERV hallways, my knotted stomach feels like I'll need a visit from Alexander the Great.
While I originally joined NERV to “fight” the angels (if you can call operating a glorified forklift fighting), the true reason is a much more perverted one, and that reason is Misato Katsuragi.
During the course of my training, I couldn't keep my eyes off that beautiful purple-haired siren, with her curvaceous body tempting me at every waking moment.
Many a night I've fantasized about her, where she's totally devoted to me and praises me for my mastery of fighting, my superb weapon usage, and my “big” cock (hey, I did say it was a fantasy!)
Now, out of the blue, I've been ordered to report directly to Misato's office...
I sure hope Dr. Ritsuko Akagi didn't report what happened last week to Misato; it was an honest mistake, really, anyone could walk into the women's bathroom like that! Or, perhaps worse, did Misato find out of my spying on her in the locker room? But I was so careful; how could she know?
My hand can't stop trembling as I open the door to her office. I'm so excited, yet so scared.
There she is, Miss Misato, standing before me in that sexy red jacket. Stay calm, Van.
“Heh, hey, Van,” Misato greets, a wide grin plastered on her perfect face. Oh my god, she actually knows my name!
“H-hello, Major.” I reply, attempting to maintain professionalism, despite my nerves.
Misato slowly approaches with a raised manila folder in her hand, waving it like a fan.
“Weell, I was just checking a few things before I checked out for the night when Dr. Ritsuko gave me a call.”
My heart skips a beat as the words hit me. “...O-oh, really?”
Misato taps the spine of the folder against my shoulder. “Yep, she told me that you've somehow slipped by without having a physical evaluation done.” She's right; I always found the perfect excuse to avoid having it done; hell, I've never even showered in front of the guys before.
My “condition” has always had me terrified of being exposed in front of other people; now Misato is going to... “Oh, really?” I reply. “That's odd, but I'll make sure I get it done first thing tomorrow, Major.”
Misato puts her hand on her hips and gets a devilish look in her eyes. “Oh no, I'm afraid it's mandatory that all NERV staff have a physical, Van. You wouldn't want to get kicked out, would you?”
I shake my head. “N-no, Major, I wouldn't want that at all.”
She lets out a little cackle. “I knew you wouldn't; I have all the necessary equipment ready to go.” Misato points to an impromptu doctor's table set up in the corner of her office. “Just get yourself over there and take off your clothing.” Misato's eyes followed me to the corner, her smile never once faltering.
I fidget with the top buttons of my NERV uniform with a clear look of unease. “U-um, isn't it usual to have a privacy screen for this kind of thing?”
“Oh no, why would we ever need that kind of thing? This is just a simple routine thing, no big deal.”
No “big” deal is right, but I know I can't get out of this now. Though I suppose if I have to show it to someone; Misato is who I want to see it. Besides, she's such a caring person; she'll be respectful, right?
I take off my jacket, shirt, belt, shoes, and even my socks. Keeping my boxers for last.
Misato looks me over like a piece of pasty sushi, before she speaks up again.
“Those still need to go. Come on now, I don't want to be here all night now!”
Misato's hands grip my boxer's elastic and pull them down; I can do nothing but let out a meek yelp as she does.