A.N. - Edited to include NSFW. Readers are advised.


Right after I've left the field I've sequestered myself in Camelot's assigned hangar to do maintenance on Valiant Vanguard, see how different systems and parts performed during what's the closest to live combat Infinite Stratos can experience at the current era. My first true IS hasn't been really shot at before, not even at the final testing stages due to having to keep it as hidden as possible from anyone (cough, Tabane, cough) with an interest in my company. So as I dismounted the Vanguard now secured in its rack, I gave orders to the team of technicians assigned to my armoured IS to start the post-battle maintenance check.

That's right, my technicians. It wasn't really that hard to unofficially gain ownership of a no-name IS development company stuck in a rut, give it a new name and propel it to new heights. Over the years resources and expensive components purchased from black markets were delivered to Camelot Arms facilities via middlemen very good at keeping their mouths shut, officials bribed or blackmailed to look the other way for certain less-conspicuous actions, and making deals with... certain... people in the British Armed Forces had helped do away with plenty of red tape in the military-industrial complex. Turns out, not a lot of people are satisfied with the current status quo with the advent of Infinite Stratos, more specifically the rising power of women over men. Who would have thought?

It also helps that someone in the Royal Family's got my back.

Of course, as I tsk-ed over some nearly overloaded wires in the shield emitters, I thought over my actions from earlier, and the consequences that'd follow. Hmm... I'll get more support and backers for one, as I'd made good with my promises. Maybe overdone it in the eyes of a few, but I'd have never settled for just code breaking IS cores to let men become pilots too. No no, like with everything IS related I've laid my hands on, it has to be better, much better than anything else before it.

Shields? Developed the Avalon series for that, leaving my competitors scrambling to catch up. Armour? Took inspiration from the Armored Core series to invent a new alloy that provides a near-similar level of protection while remaining light-weight, named it Mithril, then raked in a lot of profit from selling it. Partnered with British Steel for that, they have the facilities to mass-produce them unlike us. Though I've ensured certain steps vital to making it hard enough to stop a tank's AP round with only a dent remains our responsibility. A lot of IS development companies refuse to utilise my new alloy though, for some weird reason.

"Hydraulics in the shoulders and upper arms need improvement." I spoke aloud, automatic systems noting it down for me, as auto-arms pulled off sections of armour. "Stress marks and warping on the metals still showing up. Though, it was the Vanguard's first time duelling another IS with no holds barred so it could be just that, but I'd rather make sure."

Then Vanguard's head was next, armour removed so I can take a closer look on the head. Hm, it looks like my idea to put most of the Vigilance-02A Hyper Sensor system performed as expected. The radiators installed worked wonders to cool down the processing units as the third eye went into overdrive, letting me see through walls in the duel with Beth. Iteration-9 radar worked wonders in helping me guide my Comet missiles (meant to name them Starstreak, but it was already taken) so precisely.

"Sir Bennett." At the mention of my name I turned away from the holo-screen relaying the growing report. My helmed visage must be a bit unnerving, as the older man stuttered as he spoke again. "I-Its the CTO, she wants you to see her right away."

"Alright, I'll be there." I nodded, leaving the terminal to be on my way. When the CTO calls, its better to be quick or she'll be more irritated, especially after the stunt I pulled earlier. Armoured doors slid open as I left the hangar, the two guards on either side startling to alertness, and as I passed them by I didn't fail to notice the respect in the way they now looked at me. It became a common theme as I went through Camelot's section of the stadium, my people making way for me as I walked, looking my way with awe. Some though looked at me nervously, a few even with resentment, and all off those that did were women. I paid their feelings with nothing but satisfaction, as this change is what I wanted. Sure the core of my motivation to build my own IS is to fly in miniature mechas, but as I grew and witnessed how my fellow men were becoming increasingly subservient to women I became determined to reinforce gender equality in humanity. I'd rather live to the point where men's rights are stripped from us in the future, and seeing more and more feminists ranting their views to everyone grated on me a lot.

An elevator ride and a short walk later I made it to the offices of Camelot's executive board. Most of them were out there wining and schmoozing with fellow businessmen and government reps, though the CTO looked to have returned earlier than the rest. I'd wonder why, but I had the feeling I already knew what she wanted. So wasting no time I reached the door with her name on it, knocked once and walked right in.

"There you are." And there she is, Everly Rose. Chief Technology Officer of Camelot Arms, the brunette woman was dressed in light grey business wear that complimented her ample figure without hugging too tight. She was seated behind her desk, on a leather chair with her white coat draped over it. Behind a simple pair of glasses pale green eyes glared my way, a face many would easily describe as attractive looking at me with great vexation. "And take off your helmet, I don't want to keep glaring at the steel you like to hide behind."

"I've no reason to hide from you." I responded in an easygoing manner, a single bead of sweat going down my forehead betraying the nervousness I felt as my helm came off. "Everything's gone well, had it not?"

"...Yes." It looked like it took a bit for her to say it. She took off her glasses to rub a hand on her brow before she continued. "By the high number of messages and calls still flooding my phone, too well."

"That's good then." I answered back, sauntering over to one of the two chairs in front of her desk, wherein I sat myself down while she gathered herself. "Certainly better than if I'd revealed myself in the closing ceremony later instead, yes? The way I did it should make accusations of Camelot switching pilots more far-fetched."

"Yes, well." Putting her glasses back on, she tapped a finger on the empty table top, which activated the holographic system built into it. The panels that popped up displayed the many reactions to my reveal, from social media sites to forums, comments from news anchors and reporters talking about the exhibition, and some livestreamers screaming to themselves and their chat about it. A new era of Infinite Stratos development many were saying, demolishing the barrier between men and women that formed in the advent of that weapon of war. And prominent amongst the torrent of news are groups of people crying hoax, feminists the lot of them, shouting to anyone who'd listen that what I did wasn't real, that it was all an act. As if everything I'd worked for throughout the years amounted to only a very fancy circus act-!

"Calm, Arthur." My thoughts were drawn out from that negative spiral by Everly's voice. I felt a warmth on my hand, and saw that she'd wrapped her own over mine which had curled into a fist. Looking back at her, gone was her annoyance, replaced by concern and care for me that warmed me up inside. "Their opinions don't matter, remember? Because you did it."

"...I did, yeah." I muttered back, letting out a sigh. It seems that I haven't yet grown past a certain incident huh? Giving Evelyn a heartfelt smile, I unclenched my fist and held her hand with both of my own. "Hah, what can I do without my minder, hm?"

"We've become more than that for some time now." She told me with a comforting smile, the holographic panels being dismissed with a swipe of her other hand. Then her smile shifted, turning more... eager as she leaned towards me. "Perhaps... you need a reminder of that bond."

"Perhaps I do." I lowly replied, leaning forward as well until our noses nearly touched. "It has been some time since we last did."

"Too long." She breathed out, closing her eyes as we closed the final distance between us. Our lips met, and it was an explosion of sensation—a passionate one as we finally had a private moment to ourselves. The taste of her, a sweet intoxication, was something that I've yearned for the last couple of frantic weeks leading up to the exhibition. We were so busy getting everything ready... but now we're truly alone again.

Her response was eager, a reciprocal hunger that mirrored my own that she'd dragged from where I've locked it away. At that moment, time seemed to stretch and contract. Many times we separated to get our breaths back, then we got back into it, not wanting to be apart for too long.


Lemons~ begin...


In that haze we found ourselves on the couch, her below me and I on top. My armoured flight suit lay discarded on the floor, leaving me in the black sleeveless shirt and shorts I wore beneath. My state of undress let my hands trace all of Evelyn's curves as she herself had discarded her blazer and her shirt was mostly unbuttoned, an exploration that heightened the intensity of our actions. Her breasts I caressed, feeling her hardened nipples beneath her bra as my hands roamed across her creamy white skin. She in turn had a hand gripping tight on the back of my head to keep me close, and the other went beneath my shirt to feel my chest, my abs and lower still. The rhythmic exchange of breaths, the feeling of our hearts beating as one, all leading up to a more intimate stage.

When we finally broke away, a shared gaze lingered—a silent acknowledgment of the yearning we felt for each other's touch not yet satisfied. The taste of her lingered on my lips, we were both breathless, and ready to continue. There was a moment of hesitation, wariness of being caught in such a public place rearing itself. Then Evelyn smirked.

"No cameras here, room sweeped and clean of bugs, and the door is locked." She spoke, arms wrapping around the back of my neck to pull herself up to me, her soft breasts pressing against my now bare chest as she whispered into my ear. "I'm stressed, you're stressed. Therefore, we both need some very thorough stress relief."

Well, there went all of my hesitation. Smiling I leaned in and captured her lips with mine, Evelyn eagerly returning the favour as our tongues wrestled the other. I've tugged loose the front strap of the bra, her breasts bouncing slightly now fully free for me to fondle and knead though I carefully avoided her nipples for now. In return Evelyn was straight up fondling my manhood as she reached in beneath my clothes, moving to stroke my stiffened cock.

We separated again, I to pull down her panties and her to drag down my shorts and boxers, and then I was leaning over her with my cock hovering right before her wet pussy. Our eyes locked onto each others, her lidded gaze conveying all of her love and trust in me, warming me further inside. And so I gently pushed myself inside her, delighting in her pleasured gasps and panting, her grip on my shoulders tightening the deeper I went. Her wetness made the motion smooth, though her walls sought to squeeze me for all I'm worth, and then I was fully inside, the two of us taking the moment to bask in each other's warmth. Then I began to move.

"Ah...!" Her panting breaths were in tune with my thrusts, her breasts bouncing softly in a hypnotic motion with her every movement. A hand held me up over her, my other busy caressing her breasts while still avoiding her nipple, something that evidently drove her mad when she grit her teeth and looked at me with annoyance. "S-Stop that. Touch me-haaa!... There already!"

"As you wish, Evelyn." With a smile my fingers lightly brushed over the hardened nub, something she very much liked as she arched her back to raise her heaving chest up to me. And then I pinched it, not too hard, but it had Evelyn letting out a loud cry of ecstasy at the sensation. Leaning down again I laid kisses on her neck and shoulders, feeling her shiver and squirm in pleasure as I thrusted in and out and played with her body. Her hands were either feeling the toned physique, rubbing her clit or my balls as I thrusted in and out, or gripping hard on my shoulder or the couch as my thrusts in her intensified. All around it was a blissful experience, the two of us losing ourselves to the pleasure and the love between us everytime our lips met and our tongues fought for dominance. Even with her mind near-drowning in our shared lust, my Evelyn refused to simply surrender herself completely to me. That core trait of hers that had drawn me to her in the first place, those halcyon days when she was first assigned to one young genius determined to make his dream a reality.

Large age gap? So what if she was twenty two and I physically fifteen? Her emotional maturity appealed to me, a reincarnator who'd never really felt any attraction to girls my physical age for it'd have been... wrong somehow. Avoiding most of the awkwardness and fights that young inexperienced couples had in their relationships, their emotions and hormones running rampant was a great relief. Evelyn herself had shared with me her surprise when I didn't act with the brashness and youthful attitude expected of my age.

"A-Arthur!" Crying my name, she moved her hands to cup my face, looking at me with love and eager need. "I'm... hah, hah... close nggh!"

"So am I, Evelyn!" Our lips locked together again and I thrust my hips harder, faster, pounding into her feeling the sopping wet walls of her pussy squeeze tightly on my cock. It felt so insanely good that it took a lot from me to hold my climax back, to extend this moment of intense lovemaking with my Evelyn. She mewled and moaned against my mouth, our breaths and hearts in sync in that final moment before...

Evelyn let out a final cry and climaxed, her nails digging into my back as her body shook from the mind-blowing pleasure flooding washed over her being. With her legs she'd locked them over my lower back and pulled me deeper against her, the walls of her pussy contracting so hard around my cock as her cum flooded out. It was too much for me to hold back now, so with a grunt I let go and filled her insides with my own cum, blasting out in several shots.

We were left panting by the end, left out of breath by our exertions. Pulling out, I lifted myself up from her with my arms to behold the wonderful sight of her heaving chest glistening with our mixed sweat, her arms laying listless on the couch with slight tremors from her earlier orgasm. Her brown hair was splayed out around her head, eyes closed and open mouth sucking in lungfuls of air, a bit of drool dripping out from the corners that detracted none of her allure. A moment passed until she finally opened her eyes, a shade of green I lost myself in many times behind her slightly fogged up glasses. She smiled at me, I chuckled, and then we kissed again. Gently, unhurried this time, only relaxing in the pleasant afterglow after the deed.

We separated at last, eyes closed and foreheads touching, our breaths finally evening out as we recovered.


Lemons~ have ended


A while later, the pair were left lying on the couch, breathless and barely clothed with only a blanket to cover them.

"Well..." She started, her voice a lowly whisper that only I could hear. "That was... very good."

"Hah." I chuckled again, feeling utterly at ease and content. "Fulfilling a lifelong dream and having had a wonderful time with my sexy secretary girlfriend. Very good."

She chuckled with me, giving my chest a very light slap. "You more than earned it love... More than earned it. And I needed a break from the flood of demands for Camelot's latest creation."

I wouldn't be leaving her side for a while after that, whispering sweet nothings and faux grumblings in each other's ears. There wasn't anything else important to do for the rest of the event, besides cheering on my big sis in a couple of hours as she takes her turn to run the course. I can trust the Everlyn's father, official CEO of Camelot Arms and the other members of the board to handle the initial flood of very impressed and/or outraged people in the massive special suite where rich businessmen, investors and representatives watched the show.

Though I absentmindedly upped the digital defences of the company and my private networks as my Watcher system alerted me of an incoming wave of viruses, malware and breacher programs heading our way. I had seen this problem coming a long time ago so all my preparations can deal with it quite easily, but ensuring 100% protection and beyond will help my peace of mind.

Besides, the real threat of the Caerbannog Rabbit hadn't made her move yet beyond trying to gain control of my Vanguard Valiant.


A.N. - There's a section missing here... I wonder why...

Let me know if you guys will be willing/be fine with Lemons in this story. Then that Lemon~ section will be filled.

Reviews and thoughts are welcomed for further improvement.