IS and Sekire Brave New World: Rewrite

by Kerlongsj Evert Orlejov

An idea that I got from a Discord Server and that I couldn't let go. Let's see how far this goes and what we'll get ourselves into. It's the same story as the original. When Ichika gets sent to the ISA, a message from an old friend rekindles an old friendship, and the paths of different pasts, lead to a brighter future. But the present is going to be one rocky ride.

9. Wasted Years AI

I have been quiet this week while working through the chapter. I wanted to use a computer with a mouse, but that is something for the weekend.

I also needed to improve on finishing one particular piece of fiction, which I did yesterday. So, for this weekend, I hunker down again and put CHAT GTP through this whole thing.

Thank you all for your support so far. I would love more reviews, but that's what it is.

This will be a singular chapter, with just one chapter getting worked over.

This was also one of the first chapters when I started to write down begin and end dates.

There is also a lot of stuff from the requester, which he wrote back when we were in the original chapter. I kept that in without putting it through CHAT GTP.

Started: 19/01/2020

Ended: 09/02/2020

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So understand

Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,

Face up...make your stand,

And realize you're living in the golden years

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Ichika was sure that life couldn't get crazier or hit him harder. He was wrong.

His life was written out like a frigging idiot who got jack shit good ideas for a story, decided to throw in some tits, and waited for it to become a masterpiece. Or at least something that would have a lasting impact on a few people, even decades after the last bit of entertainment.

He was itching to speak with that idiot because, as of now, his life had veered into even crazier territory.

Waking up to find himself trapped by none other than Laura Bodewig was certainly not on his agenda. "I really gotta invest in locks," he muttered as Laura clung to him with all her limbs.

She was snuggled up close, making him reconsider the space between them.

Throwing the blankets over her, he took a moment to observe the silver-haired soldier. Despite her attempts to end him in the past weeks, Laura looked surprisingly cute when she wasn't on the offensive.

"Is it already morning?"

"That's the first thing you say? What the hell are you even doing in my room, for Pete's sake?" Ichika exclaimed, only to realize Laura was as naked as the day she was born, with a curious pouch attached to her leg.

"Isn't it normal for a husband to sleep with his wife?" Laura asked a question that made Ichika blink several times as he tried to get his brain to act.

"So many things are wrong with that sentence. And you've skipped so many steps," Ichika shouted back at her.

"Well, you are my wife now. I have decided that you are my wife," Laura stated matter-of-factly, only to be met with a glare from Ichika as he stood up.

"I'm going to take a shower. By the time I'm out, I want you out of my room and dressed. And if you're not, I'm going to see my sister. Because I don't think she'd approve," Ichika informed Laura sternly.

He made it to the shower in time. As he closed the door behind him, he heard the door to his room open. Locking the bathroom door, he soon realized a shouting match was unfolding between Houki and Laura.

Dodged a bullet. Or a sword, for that matter.

While drafting a note for Chifuyu, he managed to shower. He had plans to meet Charlotte to go swimwear shopping later. Additionally, he intended to send a message to Minato, to whom he owed a significant thank you.

Upon exiting the shower, he found the room deserted.

His sister had fucked up admirers.

At the very least, Laura no longer harbored intentions to harm him. Before leaving, he checked his computer. He also planned to purchase a superior smartphone at the mall, enhancing his ability to communicate with Minato via email.

However, before he could fully organize his plans, an unexpected email from Minato arrived. This was an additional message, supplementing the one he had received shortly after Laura's unexpected kiss in the classroom.

He realized he needed to respond to this latest message as well.

Hey, little brother.

I read your last one when I got home. Seriously, you begin to wonder what is wrong with your life.

Ichika agreed with Minato.

But that isn't why I am sending you a message. You're learning to become better at dodging bullets. But we're not out of the woods just yet. There is more where the mess came from, either way, brother.

I got some bad news for you. Because Tokyo U has some repairs to do, classes are postponed for two weeks. My problem is that Uzume and Chiho want to make a trip. And if you're wondering. I'm going back to my roots.

Ichika wondered why those students had so much time off.

We're going to Hokkaido. We are visiting hot springs to soak in. And Uzume has rubbed me off because I will be soaking in a lot more.

Ichika looked forward to meeting this Uzume. She sounded like much fun. He certainly would get along with the Veiled Sekirei. Minato described her as a girl with an infectious grin. That could do. Especially with how much of a sourpuss the Infinite Stratos girls could be.

Anyway, I promised my girls that I would spend time with them. I apologize for not being able to help you out. I am leaving tomorrow, and I'll be back in three days. I will not be able to chat, but I hope that you'll spare Matsu and Kazehana. The last time was dang rough on them, Ichika.

But I am not going to jinx us. Call me if you need my help, but my phone will be off.

Those are the ways that unpleasant things happen.

Ichika had a clear understanding of what was implied. In the recesses of his mind, he began to ponder. The Infinite Stratos girls were undeniably attractive. Despite his own biases, he could acknowledge that each possessed a unique charm.

He sighed, contemplating their complexities. They weren't without their flaws. Ichika had learned from Minato that even the Sekirei were imperfect.

Yet, their imperfections didn't justify their shortcomings. He mused that they would genuinely shine if they could embrace and enhance their virtues.

Reflecting further, he acknowledged the girls' current shortcomings but also considered their potential:

Houki, though often aggressive and rigid, displayed unwavering loyalty and could engage deeply on specific topics.

With her yandere tendencies and erratic behavior, Rin was entertaining to observe.

Cecilia, the epitome of a haughty princess, could be genuinely charming if she acknowledged her imperfections.

Laura had transitioned from wanting to end his life to kissing him within a week.

Among them, Charlotte stood out as the sole figure who was consistently friendly and cheerful — a thought interrupted as he returned his attention to his emails.

Ichika, the girls have been a pain so far, but things might calm down now with the trip. One big thing. Despite it all, all those girls have something for you. What that is, I am still trying to figure it out. But one last thing about Charlotte.

Matsu did a check on her. She had been a child of a mistress and lived with her father. That relationship is no better than with my blood father. Heck, I think that even Seo makes a better one.

But that is beside the point. Ichika, you might or may not like the idea, but Charlotte is most likely also in love with you.

Ichika couldn't help but smile at the thought. Honestly, Charlotte had been nothing but sweet and kind towards him. He felt a genuine connection with her, convinced she would be an exceptional life partner.

She transformed his surroundings into something more than bearable. She made it feel like home. While entertaining the notion of evolving their relationship into something more intimate, Ichika appreciated the joy of having Charlotte in his life.

However, he recognized the importance of being upfront with her, understanding that romance was not his priority.

I can tell you Matsu is brilliant, not just with hacking and other stuff. She can read other people and their psyches with her talents based on stories and what you tell us. She checked on all the girls, which is for later, but it is like this for Charlotte.

Charlotte sees you as a kind man who has treated and maybe loved her ever since her mom died. While you might see her as a kind soul, Ichika, the idea of rejecting or even postponing the plan, she might take that badly.

It is the same for me in my harem. Tsukiumi and Kusano get mad every so often; even Kagari does. But Kazehana and Musubi, who I know so far, have never been angry at me. Or at any of my girls. They are exasperated, yes. They are annoyed, sure. They are tired, well, every so often.

But when my grandmother shouted and cussed, Kazehana ripped her a new one. And even writing that now sends shivers down my spine. Be on your guard, Ichika.

I don't think you want to make Charlotte mad at all. But when you do. Prepare yourself. Make your answers clear.

You will need that. I'll chat with you later.

Ichika glanced at the clock. It was time to go. He resolved to catch up with Minato upon his return, but first, he had to go shopping.

Seated on the shuttle away from the ISA, his battleground, Ichika, couldn't help but grumble, "What a horrible way to start this morning," to no one in particular.

Charlotte, sitting beside him, seemed embarrassed, stirring his curiosity. He wondered why she had opted for such a short skirt today. She usually looked great in her standard attire.

"Why did you invite only me?" Charlotte inquired, her face flushing, prompting Ichika to turn towards her.

"Because you're the only pilot I consider sane," he replied in a deadpan tone, eliciting a snort from Charlotte.

"And since you were disguised as a boy, you don't have any beachwear. So, I thought of you when I realized I needed to shop for myself. Why not?"

Charlotte's expression faltered, "I should have guessed."

"Well, Charlotte, that's really all there is to it. I hope you're not upset," he said as she sighed in response.

"Now? Playing with a girl's heart. That's the worst," she retorted, half-joking.

Ichika smirked. "You're trying to read too much into it. We guys tend to mean what we say. Minato always says honesty is his policy. Just say what you mean without any hidden messages."

"Minato? Oh, you mean Minato Sahashi. I still can't believe you're friends with him," Charlotte looked skeptical.

Ichika shrugged. "I'm surprised you never asked. Minato's been one of my closest friends for years. Though we hadn't seen each other in a long time, he didn't hesitate to offer his help. And given his... experience with women, he's got a knack for understanding them."

Ichika was sure that when Minato got kids, he would be a godfather to one of them.

"Still, I imagine he is one huge pervert." Ichika laughed at Charlotte as she looked puzzled.

"He got a sexual drive, that I know. But from what I get, the girls around him can even be pervier. There is nothing wrong with that. If you know when to be serious and when you can be playful, there is nothing wrong with that. Or don't tell me you don't have happy thoughts when you see me in my suit."

Charlotte got one blush on her face. She glared at him. "Ichika, you're a pervert."

"I think you are one." The guy said back to her. Not that he minded it. Girls also had a sex drive, and right now, he knew that the ISA had one big problem. They had no way to get rid of their sexual tension.

Currently, Ichika enjoys Charlotte's company as they navigate through the mall. He was eager to show her around, familiar with the place as if he were guiding a family member through a familiar locale.

He enjoyed it immensely, especially since Charlotte showed a genuine interest in his homeland. As they moved together, the crowd thickened, prompting Ichika to glance at Charlotte with a protective gaze. The thought of leaving her alone in such a bustling environment was unthinkable.

Acting on instinct, he did what seemed most logical. Extending his hand towards the French girl, he offered, "It's getting crowded here. How about you take my hand? We wouldn't want you getting lost. It might be tough finding our way back home."

Charlotte sighed at the gesture, and as Ichika waited for her response, his mind wandered. He knew he had to have a serious conversation with her soon.

While he deeply valued her presence and acknowledged that she was the closest to becoming his girlfriend, he also wanted to clarify that he wasn't pursuing love.

To Ichika, having Charlotte by his side was a measure to keep himself grounded amidst the chaos of the mall, which could become a significant headache, especially considering the unexpected appearance of two relentless pursuers.

Rin and Cecilia, with expressions as vacant as the night sky, fixed their gaze on Ichika and Charlotte. Their voices, devoid of any warmth, broke the silence.

"Hey?" Rin's inquiry cut through the air, her attention fixed on the duo, while Cecilia, seemingly in a trance, barely acknowledged her surroundings.

"What is it?" Cecilia responded, her curiosity piqued.

"Are they holding hands?" Rin's question, laden with suspicion, directed both their attentions sharply towards Ichika and Charlotte.

"I think they are, indeed," Cecilia confirmed, her tone laced with disbelief. Feeling a mix of betrayal and anger, Rin contemplated summoning her Infinite Stratos to confront Ichika directly for his apparent infidelity.

However, an unlikely protector averted the potential for disaster. Laura, with her silver hair shining, arrived, piquing Rin's and Cecilia's interest with her unexpected entrance.

"This looks like fun. I will join in," Laura declared, causing Rin and Cecilia to regard her with wariness and distrust. Rin was poised for confrontation, but Laura diffused the tension with a sigh.

"Easy now. I'm not here to cause trouble," Laura attempted to reassure them, with Cecilia responding with a skeptical glare.

Charlotte and Ichika, sensing the escalating tension, tried to slip away unnoticed, but Laura stepped forward with a proposition that caught everyone's attention. "I'm going to join in with them. Which is what I would do," she stated, blurring the lines between friend and foe.

Rin, always strategic, emphasized the importance of surveillance. "First, you must gather information when facing an unknown adversary."

"That's true. You have a point. So, what's our plan?" Laura inquired, genuinely interested in Rin's tactics.

"We'll tail them. That way, we can discern the nature of their relationship," Cecilia proposed, her determination evident.

This forged a temporary alliance among the three, each driven by their motives to uncover the dynamics between Ichika and Charlotte.

As they meandered through the mall, which resembled any typical shopping center with its circular layout and diverse crowd of couples, families, and solo visitors, Ichika held Charlotte's hand, a smile gracing his face.

"Looks like we can buy our swimsuits here. Should we look around this area?" he suggested, turning towards Charlotte.

Charlotte's cheeks flushed with color as she met his gaze. "Ichika, um, do you... want to see me in a swimsuit?" she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Ichika pondered her question for a moment. "Well, we'll be at the beach, so I'll see you in one there anyway. But I think you might prefer to pick one out by yourself," he reasoned, trying to be considerate of her feelings.

Charlotte nodded in agreement before browsing herself, leaving Ichika to contemplate his next moves. As the day progressed, he realized he had other shopping to do.

"I need to do some shopping on my own. Let's meet back here in thirty minutes," Ichika proposed, and with a wave, they parted ways. Meanwhile, the three girls, covertly observing Ichika and Charlotte, couldn't help but sigh in unison.

"Just being friendly, as always," one of them remarked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"No date here," another concluded as they all faced the reality of the situation. Laura, in particular, realized she, too, needed a swimsuit.

After completing his shopping and securing everything he needed, Ichika began his return to their agreed meeting point.

As Ichika navigated through the mall, two familiar voices suddenly captured his attention. Approaching with a resigned sigh, he found himself face to face with the Gotanda siblings.

"I won't forgive you if you drop any of them," he warned, eyeing many shopping bags.

"Aren't you going a bit overboard with the shopping?" Dan inquired with a mix of amusement and concern.

Ran, undeterred, enthusiastically listed her acquisitions. "I need a swimsuit for the pool, one for the beach, one for the real deal, one for the true real deal, and one for the super true real deal." Ichika suspected the progression of swimsuits implied increasingly daring choices involving him.

"I have to be prepared for every possibility," she declared.

"And what's the real reason behind all these purchases?" Ichika probed, watching as Ran's confident demeanor faltered under his gaze.

"Ichika, it's always a relief to see you," she finally admitted, the tension dissolving into a warm smile, echoed by Dan's friendly grin.

"You've got quite the collection there. Are they all swimsuits?" Dan teased while Ran began to look visibly nervous under their scrutiny.

"Yep. And don't ask me why because even I'm not sure," Dan added, his expression conveying more than his words.

"So, what brings you here?" Ichika shifted the conversation, attempting to ease the awkwardness.

Ran, seizing the opportunity, shared her news with a mix of excitement and anxiety. "Ichika, did you know I'm going to ISA next year too?"

Ichika's heart sank, hoping his dismay wasn't apparent. "You're joining ISA as well?" he managed, as Ran nodded enthusiastically and Dan sighed in resignation.

'Next year, she's your problem, not mine. Sorry, buddy,' Dan's look seemed to say.

'One more will make little difference. ' Ichika thought to himself, bracing for the future.

As Ichika prepared to continue his mall excursion, Charlotte approached him with a request. "Ichika, can you help me? There's something I need to ask," she said, her tone indicating the importance of her appeal.

Ichika nodded, understanding the urgency. He quickly excused himself from the Gotanda siblings. Ran watched the woman who had approached Ichika with a keen eye.

"You seem to have chosen well," Ran commented, nodding towards Charlotte. "There's plenty of competition, but that keeps things interesting, or so I've heard."

Dan, unable to hide his amusement, smirked as he handed the shopping bags to his sister, leaving her momentarily stunned by the weight of his words.

"I've got some shopping to do as well. Catch you later, sis," he said, his smirk widening.

The idea of his sister possibly winning over his best friend was intriguing, though he knew any potential relationship developments were a story for another time. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but think Charlotte looked cute. Ichika ought to share her name with him.

"So, Charlotte, what's the issue?" Ichika inquired as they stepped aside, noticing the blush creeping over Charlotte's face.

"Well, I haven't had the chance to pick out a swimsuit yet, and I was hoping you could help me choose one," she admitted, slightly embarrassed.

Ichika saw no harm in her request. Thanks to the rigorous shopping drills under Chifuyu's watchful eye, Ichika had become quite adept at navigating retail landscapes.

As they sifted through various swimsuits, Charlotte's thoughts raced. 'Should I opt for something traditional or more daring and sexy?'

The prospect of choosing a swimsuit bold enough to make a statement yet remain tasteful left her indecisive. 'I want to pick something he'll like,' she thought, her resolve firming.

Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted through the air, causing Charlotte to pause. 'Cecilia's perfume. That means they're nearby and likely to disrupt our shopping.' In a moment of quick thinking, Charlotte grasped Ichika's hand, pulling him towards a changing room to avoid their impending interference.

Once inside, Ichika's confusion was palpable. "Char, what's happening?" he asked, his annoyance beginning to show.

"I wanted you to see my swimsuit," Charlotte explained, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

"I can do that without being in the changing room with you," Ichika responded, slightly opening the door to gauge the situation outside. That's when he understood her urgency — their three familiar foes lurked nearby.

"I get it now. But what do we do?" Ichika turned back to Charlotte, seeking a plan. Meanwhile, Charlotte, still flushed with embarrassment, started to pick out her swimsuit. With the door firmly shut, Ichika was left in an awkward predicament, standing close to Charlotte as she changed.

The proximity to her was new and entirely unexpected, especially under these circumstances.

It didn't help that a beautiful girl was hanging beside him.

Ichika might have considered himself lucky to be in such a unique position, but deep down, he knew this situation would likely lead to complications later on. Ichika conscientiously diverted his gaze as Charlotte began stripping, attempting not to let his imagination run wild. After an agonizing few minutes, he was finally told he could look.

And he had to admit, the sight took his breath away. Charlotte stood before him in an orange bikini top that teased the imagination, complemented by a striped undershirt adorned with a tiger motif. Her natural boyish charm, combined with her daring choice of swimwear, made her look stunning.

"Do I look weird?" Charlotte asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Ichika, captivated by her appearance, quickly reassured her. "Not at all. You look really good. It suits you," he said, genuinely impressed.

Hoping to leave the dressing room debacle behind, Ichika stepped outside, only to be met by the disapproving stares of Maya and Chifuyu. His heart sank as he faced his older sister's scrutiny.

"What are you doing, idiot?" Chifuyu demanded, her tone leaving no room for excuses.

"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't in there by my own choice?" Ichika tried to explain, but his sister's skeptical look told him all he needed to know.

"I wouldn't believe it either," he retorted as Maya began to chime in with her concerns.

"I understand you were shopping for a swimsuit, but you know it's inappropriate to be in the changing room together, right? That's not acceptable," Maya lectured, her disappointment clear.

Ichika could only groan inwardly, realizing the misunderstanding had only deepened their predicament.

"Ms. Orimura, what brings you here?" Ichika inquired, his curiosity piqued as he noticed Maya's presence.

"We're here to buy swimsuits as well," Maya replied, sparking Ichika's fleeting, whimsical thought about the prospect of seeing his teacher in swimwear—an idea he quickly dismissed as inappropriate yet amusing.

Suddenly, the other three girls appeared, drawn out by Maya's presence. "What are you all doing here?" she asked, puzzled.

Rin and Cecilia hastily began fabricating excuses, causing Ichika to groan inwardly at the unfolding chaos. However, Maya, ever the problem-solver, devised a plan that Ichika silently applauded.

"I've forgotten to buy something. Could you three assist me with my shopping?" she asked, corralling the girls and giving Ichika and Chifuyu a moment of respite.

Turning to his sister with a relieved smile, Ichika couldn't help but express his newfound appreciation. "I'm really starting to love your assistant. But anyway, thanks," he said, earning a rare smile from Chifuyu.

"You're an idiot," she teased her affectionate insult, a familiar endearment between them.

"Guilty as charged. So, sis, need any help from your idiot brother?" Ichika offered, trying to navigate the awkwardness of the situation.

Chifuyu pondered her choices of swimsuits, considering her following words carefully. "Ichika, I actually have a favor to ask," she began her request hanging in the air, leaving Ichika apprehensive about what might come next, especially given their current, unusual context.

"What is it, sis?" he asked, bracing himself for her request.

The thought of advising his sister on swimsuit choices—or worse, envisioning her in one—was not something Ichika was keen on. After all, Chifuyu was his sister, and any complexities beyond familial bonds were unnecessary and unwelcome in his mind.

Ichika pondered over the selection of swimsuits, imagining one that matched his sister's hair color. He couldn't help but think that Chifuyu would undoubtedly draw a lot of attention in such a swimsuit, possibly even from someone like Minato.

The resemblance between Chifuyu and someone as captivating as Kazehana, with their mature allure, was undeniable.

However, Ichika found the thought of his sister attracting undue attention unsettling. "I would recommend the white one," he said, diverting his gaze.

Chifuyu, with a knowing smirk, teased, "So, the black one then?"

Were they really playing this game? "No, I meant the white one," Ichika insisted.

Chifuyu's smirk widened, catching Ichika's hesitant glances. "Liar. You were staring quite intently at the black one. Seems like you have a preference," she observed, enjoying the moment.

With a sigh, Ichika realized he needed better strategies for dealing with his sister. "You shouldn't worry too much about me. It's not like I'm the type to attract a lot of female attention. Though, I appreciate your concern," Chifuyu reassured him.

"What do you mean by that, Chifuyu?" Ichika pressed, seeking clarity.

Chifuyu sighed and explained the situation: "Some bright minds have decided to mix ISA students with others from prestigious institutions, like the Japanese Ministry of Defense. It's bound to be a spectacle."

"So, we're expecting an influx of snobbish males at the beach? And let me guess, the higher-ups are completely oblivious to the impending disaster?" Ichika concluded, his frustration evident.

Chifuyu ruffled his hair affectionately. "You get used to these kinds of decisions in my position. But yes, it's shaping up to be a disaster. That's precisely why I'm choosing this swimsuit. Let them look. They won't know what hit them."

Ichika sighed, offering a different perspective. "Maybe this is an opportunity for you to meet someone decent. Just promise to let me vet him first."

Chifuyu chuckled, her confidence unshaken as she browsed through more clothes. "Look who's talking. Maybe you should focus on finding a girlfriend yourself."

Ichika looked skyward, lamenting, "That's the issue. You set such a high bar, Chifuyu. Finding a guy who matches up to you is next to impossible. If such a person exists, I'd be intrigued to meet him."

In a parallel universe, namely the Stories told universe.

Kerlongsj found himself in a moment of rare tranquility despite the sudden sneezes disrupting the silence. Seated beside the bed, his gaze shifted tenderly towards Chifuyu. "Catching a cold, my dear?" he inquired, concern lacing his voice.

The Hacker Devil, however, dismissed the concern with a shake of his head, sealing his reassurance with a gentle kiss on Chifuyu's lips. "Not at all. Feels more like someone's speaking of me somewhere," he mused, his eyes then softening as he admired the bundles of joy nestled in her lap.

Despite the overwhelming tiredness and exhaustion that clung to his bones, the sight of their newborns filled him with an indescribable relief.

His attention, however, was soon drawn to another presence in the room—Reiri. "I haven't forgotten about you, Reiri," he stated, his voice carrying a mix of warmth and weariness.

Reiri Hida and Chifuyu Orimura exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of their complex relationship and shared history. "This is so typical of us," Reiri remarked a hint of amusement in her tone.

Kerlongsj looked down at the peaceful scene in Chifuyu's lap again. "Yes, but would you have it any other way?" he asked, his query hanging in the air between them.

Reiri's response was immediate and firm. "Never."

Back to the Brave New World universe

"But you set the bar incredibly high, which I think intimidates a lot of guys. As for me, being the first male pilot puts me in a unique position. Girls from all over the globe show interest, but that's not exactly fulfilling. Choosing one would spell disaster for me,"

Ichika confessed, laying bare the complexities of his situation.

Chifuyu couldn't help but acknowledge his point. "So, you're suggesting I'm on my way to becoming a 'Christmas cake' then? Perhaps if I weren't burdened with a certain needy brother, I might have better luck finding someone," she teased, sparking a playful banter between them.

Ichika massaged the bridge of his nose, releasing an exasperated sigh that caught Chifuyu's attention. "Chifuyu-nee, the whole Christmas cake analogy is absurd. You're not on a deadline until your 25th birthday. In today's world, you've got until you're 35. By then, I'll be 26, and who knows if I'll still be living with you, given the state of housing. But by that time, you should be able to find someone," he argued, trying to offer a more modern perspective on her love life.

Chifuyu had to concede to his logic. "True, but there's no use dwelling on it. Anyway, Ichika, just be careful out there. Things might start getting even more chaotic," she warned. Her protective instincts were always at the forefront.

With a brief farewell to his sister, Ichika ventured back home, his thoughts swirling. Amidst the complexities of their conversation, he realized he had overlooked one particular girl in his life, adding another layer to the intricate web of his relationships.

Houki meandered through the bustling mall, the echo of last night's phone call still bouncing around in her mind. She was determined—today, she would capture Ichika's attention with an outfit that was bound to turn heads. Dressed in a black dress over a white shirt designed to accentuate her figure and reveal just the right amount of cleavage, she was a picture of calculated allure.

Yet, beneath her carefully chosen attire, Houki harbored uncertainty. 'If only I could choose the right one,' she thought, her confidence wavering at the crucial moment. It was then that an unexpected offer of assistance came her way. "Hey, miss. Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for a swimsuit," Houki responded, her voice betraying a hint of her inner turmoil.

The woman who approached her, with a knowing smirk, quickly took charge. "Leave it to me. I'll find the perfect swimsuit to complement your stunning figure," she promised, her confidence reassuring.

Unaccustomed to such overt displays of femininity, Houki found herself both taken aback and oddly comforted by the stranger's enthusiasm. However, when she stepped out in a simple white bikini, doubts crept in. "Well, isn't this a bit too daring?" she inquired, her embarrassment palpable.

The saleswoman's smirk deepened. "Listen. This highlights your assets beautifully. It's the kind of look that would make any guy eager to be by your side. Your figure is showcased perfectly, and I doubt there's a man alive who could resist you," she explained, her words imbued with a mix of encouragement and mischief.

Buoyed by the saleswoman's persuasive charm, Houki felt a surge of boldness. Perhaps this was precisely what she needed to stand out to Ichika, to show him she was more than just a childhood friend. With her resolve strengthened and her fears momentarily quelled, Houki decided to take the plunge.

And with that, everyone prepared to return to school, Houki included, her heart beating with anticipation for the reactions her new look would elicit.

The onset of summer brought with it a sense of readiness, but for Ichika, any excitement was overshadowed by sheer exhaustion as he trudged home.

The day he had unfolded in a manner far from what he had anticipated, leaving him drained and seeking solace in the quiet of his room. There was, however, one task he couldn't push to the next day—reaching out to Minato.

Weary yet determined, Ichika powered on his computer, the events of the past few hours weighing heavily on his mind.

Calling it a disaster would be an understatement. The day he had spiraled into a nightmare he hadn't seen coming.

Now, finally free from the day's tumultuous events, he focused on composing an email to Minato, hoping to find some semblance of peace in sharing his experiences or seeking advice from his friend.

As the computer screen flickered to life, Ichika gathered his thoughts, ready to recount the day's ordeal and express his current state of mind.

Despite the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him, the prospect of connecting with Minato, even through a digital medium, offered a glimmer of comfort in the chaos that had enveloped his day.

Hey, Minato. I am going to reply to both of your emails now if you don't mind.

I'm glad to hear that Matsu is okay now. That fight nearly killed me indeed, brother. Besides that, yes. Cecilia changed her views after she met me. Not that she is now even more insufferable than before, but she at least doesn't have her superiority complex. Why did you ask?

Chifuyu and I didn't really talk. We had more of a shouting match, during which our feelings spilled over. I demanded to know why Laura wanted me dead and what it all meant. She pretty much declared that she can't play favorites, which I see differently as knowing that she cares about me.

If Laura had killed me (now that is something funny as I am getting death threats left and right), she would have killed her. That is something to know.

Eventually, we came clean about our feelings, but Minato, you're more help cause her hands are tied.

With Laura, I don't know where she got the ideas, but someone feeds them to her. I think she has a really messed up view of Japan.

And for your mail this morning, there is a lot wrong with my life; as for dodging bullets, it's not that great. But with Uzume and Chiho, I hope you'll have a lot of fun. I am staying there until at least the ninth of July. Have fun soaking in the hot springs, but spare me the details.

The girls are pretty here, but they are insane. I'll be sure to keep that in mind. I'll chat with you later, but don't hold your breath. Something tells me that the cherry on the top is going to drop soon.

Chat with you later.

Signed, Ichika Orimura. Your brother in everything but blood.

After sending off the email, Ichika secured his door, bracing himself for what he anticipated to be another tumultuous day. Despite his expectations, he was grateful to have no direct involvement in the impending chaos.

The following morning, as the bus journeyed towards its destination, Ichika found himself drifting in and out of sleep, his sister's words from the previous day echoing in his mind.

The announcement that their beach outing would include male students from prestigious schools had undoubtedly caused a stir among the Infinite Stratos girls. Their reactions varied, mirroring the uncertainty of fish exploring unfamiliar waters.

Surveying the scene, Ichika noticed the diverse mix of students. The girls, radiant as ever, were mingling with the boys, some of whom carried an air of confidence that matched their status.

A few of the boys made gestures of acknowledgment towards Ichika, though most seemed indifferent to his presence.

However, what caught Ichika's attention was the natural flow of conversation between the genders, with groups forming organically, laughter and chatter filling the air.

Amidst the crowd, even the girls not equipped with special units shone with an undeniable beauty, a fact Ichika couldn't overlook. He acknowledged to himself that among the males, some matched the girls in attractiveness, himself included.

A smile crossed his face as he observed Honne engaging in conversation with a boy donned in long, brown ears—a scene reminiscent of Pikachu finding her Eevee. Around them, other pairs engaged in light-hearted banter.

Yet, not all interactions led to budding connections. Ichika's gaze wandered, taking in the variety of interactions, noting how each group navigated the new dynamic.

His eyes eventually settled on the girls again, each radiating a unique blend of allure and charm. Among them, one in particular captured his full attention, standing out even in the diverse crowd.

As Ichika scanned the crowd, his gaze inevitably fell on his sister, Chifuyu. The sight left him momentarily speechless.

Dressed in a simple yet striking black bikini, she effortlessly showcased her figure, exuding an air of sophistication and allure.

The ensemble was understated, with a subtle enhancement around her legs that, to Ichika, seemed entirely superfluous yet undeniably captivating. A faint blush tinged his cheeks as he admired her from afar.

'Wow, she really knows how to carry herself. Did I somehow forget that my sister possesses such undeniable sex appeal?' Ichika mused, slightly taken aback by his realization.

The bikini's design, particularly the tied bottoms and the unnecessary yet intriguing stocking on her left leg, highlighted her attributes in a way that drew everyone's attention.

The girls nearby couldn't help but stare, some with envy, others with admiration, treating Chifuyu as though she were a model walking down an invisible runway. Ichika couldn't shake the feeling that she could easily grace the pages of fashion magazines if she wished.

The long-awaited beach day had finally dawned, bringing every student of the IS Academy, including its sole male participant, to the shoreline, bubbling with excitement.

"It's eleven o'clock right now, everyone! You're free to enjoy yourselves until sunset," Maya announced, her voice carrying over the sound of the waves. Dressed in a yellow bikini underneath a white coat, she reminded everyone to return to the guesthouse in time for dinner. "Just make sure to be back in time, okay?"

With Maya's words as their cue, the students dispersed, each engaging in various beach activities. Cecilia and Lingyin wasted no time in seeking Ichika's attention, oblivious to the interest they and the other girls from Ichika's circle were garnering from the boys on the beach.

These glances from unfamiliar faces hinted at potential complications amidst the day's leisurely pursuits.

"Hey, Orimu, do you want to join us for volleyball? It'll be fun!" Honne called out to Ichika, her enthusiasm infectious as she stood there in her distinctive yellow pajamas, surrounded by other girls from his homeroom class.

"Volleyball's awesome," chimed in Tanimoto, adding her encouragement to the mix.

"Um… sure, sounds fun!" Ichika replied, his tone friendly and open. The invitation from Honne and the others was a welcome change from the often intense interactions he had with Houki and the rest of the cadets. Their straightforward enjoyment of the beach day was refreshing.

As they prepared to start the game, Cecilia happened to walk by, drawing immediate attention.

Four boys nearby couldn't help but express their admiration, letting out appreciative whoops at the sight of the IS British Representative in her striking blue swimsuit. Their exclaims filled the air, a testament to Cecilia's undeniable presence and the effect her appearance had on those around her.

"Whoa. Who's that blonde hottie over there?" One beach boy said. "It is I, Izumi. I would love to have a shot at this babe."

"Didn't notice, Kevin? That's one of the girls from ISA," Another guy claimed.

"Really, Hiroki? This chick came from ISA?!" the now-appointed Kevin, shocked in surprise.

"I think I'm in love," Another guy said in a seductive tone. "I'm Tomomi, and I will not let this beauty slip away from my fingertips."

"No way, dude. I called dibs on her!" Hiroki claimed.

"I saw her first," Izumi claimed.

"Good luck trying to catch a fish," Tomomi replied. 'Once those three men's plan backfires, I will ask out on a summer date.'

'My swimsuit was surely made to attract Ichika, but…' Cecilia thought, with a confident smile on her face, but she managed to get some unwanted attention from some boys other than Ichika. '…but I never expected it to be like this. Why does this happen to me?'

"Yo! Babe! Maybe we can hang out sometime," Izumi asked. "You know when we are back."

When push came to shove, the British IS Cadet wasted no time refusing the first dude's offer because she wanted to have summer fun with Ichika.

"You're not my type. You look way too gross, and you don't look like you can get a good job. You are too young, and you're not rugged enough for my taste. And I don't approve of your hair either." Cecilia disapproved.

"Hey, wait for a sec...ah, great," Izumi groaned, with Tomomi chuckling behind his back for his failure.

'It seems like Cecilia is having her hands full with these boys over there. I can use it to my advantage,' Lingyin thought, as she could take advantage of one of her love rivals' situations to get closer to her childhood friend. But little did she know that another boy was also after her, charmed by her beauty.

"Hey, cutie. That's a pretty swimsuit you got on. Do you come here more often?" The young dude asked

"Do I know you?" Lingyin barked back in an annoyed tone, determined not to let anything stand in her way of achieving her goal.

"You may not know me yet," The young dude replied. "The name is Ren. I came from I heard that you came from a prestigious school. Do you have a boyfriend? I've taken quite an interest in you."

"Let me put it this way. I'm not interested in you!" Lingyin answered.

"Oh, come on. I know you don't mean that. What do we say? We can go out and have some…" Ren was about to finish, but the Chinese IS Cadet cut him off before he could.

"Not interested," Lingyin continued to resist.

"It will be just the two of us. No one else can come between…" Ren's persistence got him nowhere, as Lingyin witnessed Ichika surrounded by girls in his class other than her love rivals. She won't let it stop her from having him with her childhood friend.

"I told you before. I'm not interested in chumps like you!" Lingyin yelled as she summoned one partial of her IS Shenlong upon one of her arms and then gave Ren a punch of his lifetime.

"Whoa!" Ren screamed as if he got punched away into the ocean. Feeling cold and traumatized by Lingyin Huang and her Shenlong. "What was that all about?!"

"Get lost!" Lingyin finished. She panned as she took some breaths. She was having a hard time dealing with the beach boy, Ren, who had become a pain in the neck. With the pest gone, the Chinese Cadet could continue to go forward to Ichika as if she had jumped on his back.

"Hey, hot stuff. Looking good in that bathing suit," Kevin flirted. "What do we say that you and I can have some fun together?"

"Forget him. You do really want to go out with a guy like me. I can hope you unload your stuff," Hiroki exclaimed. Then, the first two started to fight over her.

Just like that, Cecilia ignored the two boys as she headed to the one boy with whom the British IS pilot was in love. That, in turn, caused Izumi, Kevin, and Hiroki to glare at Ichika in a jealous rage. Like those three, Tomoki also gave Ichika a glare in the more mature matter because he doesn't like it when the one male in the world who can control the IS gets the blonde's attention.

"Why does he get all the luck?" Izumi asked in an angry tone as if he were referring to Ichika.

"What does this chump get what I haven't got?" Kevin joined.

"I don't understand how in the world this dude had gotten closer to the hot-looking babe," Hiroki angered at the fact that this hot babe was getting near her classmate cleanse his fist. "I'll show him."

Not long after four of the jealous beach boys who drooled at the sight of Cecilia declared war on the young man they'd envy, the Chinese IS cadet also wanted to have some fun with Ichika.

Lingyin, perched high atop Ichika's shoulders, couldn't contain her excitement as she surveyed the vast expanse of the ocean. "Wow, I'm up so high. I can see really far," she exclaimed, her voice brimming with delight.

"What are you doing? Do you think you're some kind of cat?!" Ichika protested his tone, a mix of bewilderment and annoyance.

Honne was caught up in the moment's fun and couldn't help but express her eagerness to join in. "Oh, that looks like fun," she squealed. When you're done with her, I wanna ride you next, okay?"

"And it's my turn next," chimed in another female classmate, eager for her chance to climb aboard the one male IS pilot they all knew and adored.

Their excitement was momentarily paused as Cecilia approached, gracefully navigating through the crowd with her umbrella and beach essentials, having skillfully evaded her own set of admirers.

"I'm not an observation deck! Get off of me already, please!" Ichika pleaded that his request for liberation be disregarded.

Cecilia, arriving at the scene, couldn't hide her irritation. "Say, what's the devil is going on here?" she inquired, her tone far from pleased.

"I think it's obvious. He's my lookout tower," Lingyin quipped, unabashedly enjoying her elevated position atop Ichika, even as she inadvertently obstructed his view with her arms.

"Oh, Ichika! Surely you haven't already forgotten the promise you made on the bus?" Cecilia interjected, determined to remind him of his earlier commitment and ensure that no one interfered with her plans for him.

Without wasting another moment, the British IS cadet began setting up her beachside station. She unfurled her umbrella, arranged the towel, and prepared the sun oil, signaling her expectation for Ichika to assist with applying it to her back.

"All right, Ichika. Please proceed," Cecilia beckoned with a tone that brooked no argument, anticipating the task Ichika had ahead.

"And what exactly is he supposed to be 'getting on' with?!" Lingyin interjected, jumping off Ichika and eyeing her British romantic rival with suspicion.

"As you can clearly see, he's going to apply suntan oil to my skin," Cecilia explained with a hint of satisfaction. "A gentleman would never go back on a promise made to a lady, now would he?"

"All right then, if I must," Ichika conceded with a resigned sigh, signaling his acceptance of the task at hand.

Ichika cautiously took the suntan oil, his hands trembling slightly as he prepared to fulfill his promise. Lingyin watched with a mix of annoyance and jealousy as Cecilia effortlessly commanded Ichika's attention.

As he made the first contact, Cecilia let out a soft moan, startling Ichika and betraying his nervousness with a yelp.

"My goodness, Ichika. Could you warm your hands a bit before starting?" Cecilia chided gently, prompting him to adjust his approach.

"I'm sorry, this is actually my first time doing something like this," Ichika admitted, his confidence waning.

"You mean I'm your first?" Cecilia mused, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and delight. "Well, that's to be expected, I suppose."

"Said the hungry spider to the fly," Lingyin muttered under her breath, her jealousy barely concealed.

Despite the tension, Ichika continued with the task, carefully rubbing the suntan oil into Cecilia's back. Her audible signs of comfort and pleasure made it clear she was thoroughly enjoying the experience, something she had seemingly craved since their first duel.

"That looks like it feels amazing," Honne couldn't help but remark, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and envy.

"E-Even, my heart is starting to race," another girl confessed, caught up in the moment.

"Cecilia, could you pass me the suntan oil when you're done?" Tanimoto requested, eager to experience what Cecilia was enjoying.

Cecilia, now visibly relaxed and breathing deeply, seemed lost in the sensation. "You just need me to do your back, right?" Ichika confirmed with a nervous smile, his question hanging in the air as he navigated this unexpected turn of events on the beach.

"No, there are several areas I can't reach by myself," Cecilia replied, seizing the opportunity with Ichika at her side. "So, I'd like you to help me cover all of them."

"All of them?!" Ichika repeated, his discomfort evident as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple.

"Yes, please!" Cecilia insisted, her voice a mix of embarrassment and allure. "My legs, my thighs, and even my buttocks."

Ichika's apprehension spiked at the thought of fulfilling Cecilia's request to apply suntan oil over her entire body. However, before he could process the situation fully, Lingyin intervened with a mischievous grin, suntan oil in hand.

"Hey there, I'll do that for ya!" she offered eagerly, taking over the task with zeal. "Here, here, here! And don't forget this spot! Okie-Dokie! Let's make sure we've got everything covered. Oh, and 'oops,' seems I missed a spot right there!"

Cecilia, initially amused by Lingyin's antics, quickly grew frustrated as her plan to have a moment alone with Ichika was thwarted. "Dammit, Rin! That is quite enough!" she exclaimed, rising from her towel in a huff.

As she did, her top shifted, momentarily exposing more than intended to those around her, including Ichika. In a panic, she lashed out, accidentally striking Ichika in the face with her IS-enhanced fist.

From the sidelines, Tomoki watched the scene unfold with a mischievous grin, musing about Cecilia's obvious displeasure and Ichika's notorious density. 'Could that be the infamous Ichika Orimura? His reputation for obliviousness might work in my favor,' he thought, plotting to exploit the situation.

After Cecilia hastily adjusted her top, covering herself once more, she found herself the center of unwanted attention as Tomoki approached, smoothly inserting himself into the situation. "That was quite unexpected. He definitely had it coming," Tomoki commented, introducing himself with a flourish.

"My name is Tomoki. I'm at your service. I'm here to offer a proper sun massage, the way a real gentleman would—unlike that poor excuse of a man over there."

At that moment, Tomoki's words cause Cecilia to be disgusted by his trash talk, like comparing himself to Ichika. She suspected this guy was taking advantage of the situation she had right now to further this seducer's own benefit. But she won't let it have it that easily.

"Now, if you just let me do the favor, I can put some suntan oil on your back. And then we…" Just as Tomoki was about to give Cecilia a message, a laser came out of nowhere, forcing him to back off and exclaim in fear a little. "Yikes! Where did that come from?"

It came from one of Cecilia's BT drones that first aimed at the seducer.

"I will not let anyone get away with insulting Ichika!" Cecilia yelled in anger. She made Tomoki cower in fear bit by bit, but he was not giving up that easily. And if that seducer wasn't bad enough, three boys who drooled at her came back.

"Ha! It looks like the seducer got rejected," Izumi taunted. Watch how the real charmer handles this situation properly." Before he could try his luck on her one more time, Cecilia shot him and Kevin with two of her drones. "Owwww…." Thus, the latter dude fainted.

"Run, you lowly man. And don't ever set foot near me, Cecilia Alcott, again." Declared Cecilia. "Only one man is allowed to this beautiful body, namely Ichika..."

"I don't get it. What does he have that I don't have?" Tomoki asked in a seductive tone. He was referring to the sole male who can pilot an IS. He doesn't look like anything special. He probably won't notice you. His obliviousness is apparent. I, on the other hand, will make your trip worthwhile. Then he doesn't deserve someone beautiful like you, Cecilia. You deserve better. Starting by yours truly."

"Okay, he might be a blockhead and unrefined, not to mention rude and annoying. But he is also handsome, strong, and brave," Cecilia answered.

"Oh, I see. So, you're into the guy's bravery, strength, and good looks. That's what you are interested in him," Tomoki replied. "You don't need to worry. I have the strength, good looks, and no fear without any of the negative traits you mentioned earlier. Of course, I can be better than those. Why won't you just dump this piece of trash and move on with me? I am the gentleman that can fulfill your standards."

"Wherefore? You have just met me, and you're talking trash about Ichika, who I have already known and loved for months, Cecilia said. "Plus, he doesn't have impure intentions.

The seducer was still not getting him anywhere.

"You recalled earlier that this "Ichika" character is thickheaded, annoying, rude, and flaky. I agree with you about how utterly worthless this guy can be. What I can offer you is what I can make you..." Before Tomoki could finish, another beam from one of Cecilia's BT drones came out again. He barely dodged the laser, exclaiming in fear.

"I don't have to waste any more time on your nonsense. I want to spend my summer days with my Ichika," Cecilia claimed in her fierce tone. "Unless you want more punishment, I suggest you and your kind leave now and never to return."

With the Blue Tears on the horizon, the seductive Tomoki will have no choice. But to listen to Cecilia's advice. Izumi and Hiroki also witnessed the wrath of Cecilia's IS.

"I think I gotta go. Later, guys. I'm out of here!" Tomoki proceeded to make his exit as he ran.

Ren emerged from the ocean and came back to the shore. And yet, he was experiencing the horror of another woman who operated an IS as well. "Yeah, me too!"

"Don't leave without us!" Realized that they're buying more than they'd bargained for, they've lost their interest in Cecilia Alcott. Izumi and Hiroki also made their speedy exit from the beach while carrying the unconscious Kevin. "We don't wanna be roasted by a woman like that! Wait for us!"

"Good riddance to these ruffians. I've never seen such arrogant, haughty, vulgar, conceited, snobbish men in all of my life," Cecilia said. Now that her pursuers are out of the picture, she can focus on grabbing Ichika's attention. "Matter the fact that those rapscallions are even worse than Ichika." Sighed over her time with him alone on the beach, she was cut short thanks to Lingyin.

After the unsettling incident, Ichika sought refuge in the ocean's embrace, swimming away from the shore to soothe his bruised ego and the literal bruise from Cecilia's IS-enhanced punch. "Dammit, I didn't do anything wrong. Why did she have to hit me like that?" he groaned, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and confusion over the water.

"Ichika, let's race to that buoy over there. If you lose, you owe me some shaved ice!" Lingyin declared, her voice full of challenge and mischief. Without waiting for a response or considering fairness, she propelled herself forward with vigorous strokes.

"What?! Where do you get off-? Hey, hang on! That's not fair!" Ichika called out, thrown off by her sudden departure.

Internally, Lingyin justified her actions, but her competitive spirit was flaring. "Okay, that was a horrible thing I did to Cecilia, but I needed her out of the way. I couldn't stand the thought of losing to her or Laura!"

However, her plans were abruptly thwarted as she felt a sharp pain in her leg, halting her progress. "My leg!" she gasped, struggling against the pull of the ocean, her efforts to reach the surface in vain. "My leg is—"

As Lingyin began to sink, Ichika, sensing her distress, didn't hesitate. "Rin!" he exclaimed, diving in to rescue her from the treacherous depths. Grasping Lingyin securely, he made his way back to the safety of the shore.

"Ichika... So, this is what it feels like to be in Ichika's arms. Thank goodness," Lingyin mused silently, a flicker of happiness amidst the panic.

Once on solid ground, Ichika's concern was palpable. "Can you breathe? Are you okay?!" he inquired urgently, scanning her for signs of distress.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Lingyin assured him, albeit a bit sheepishly.

"That was quite catastrophic, Rin," Cecilia chimed in, her tone laced with genuine concern despite their earlier altercation. "I should escort you back to the guest house immediately."

"Huh? No, wait, maybe Ichika can—" Lingyin began, hoping to monopolize Ichika's attention a bit longer, but she was cut short.

"Excuse me, Takatsuki, could you assist us here?" Cecilia turned to enlist the help of a short, blue-haired girl in an aqua bikini who had been observing the scene with quiet interest.

"Sure, I'm happy to help," Takatsuki replied warmly, stepping forward to aid in Lingyin's care.

As Cecilia and Takatsuki began to lead Lingyin away from the beach, a lively exchange ensued among the three, their voices blending into the ambient sounds of the seaside.

Before long, another boy was drooling at the sight of the IS girl. This time, it was Laura Bodewig in her black bikini. "Oh, mama! Look at that. Some fresh meat. I would love to eat it."

Just as he was about to make his move, the IS German Cadet wasted no time catching him in the eye through such intimidation. Thus, it caused him to tremble in fear a little for now.

"Are you trying to harass me sexually?" Laura asked the boy in a cold tone.

"Uh…no. It's not like that at all! I was checking you out in your swimsuit, that's all." He answered while sweating. "By the way, are you from around here? My name is Yamato. I must say that you got my interest. Say, would you like to go out with me sometime?"

"Nein," Laura answered Yamato's question.

"Ah, why not? I can show you around the beach. And…" Before Yamato can finish, Laura brings out the knife toward his neck. Thus making him feel scared.

"For your information, I'm already married," Laura said. "Therefore, I won't go anywhere with you. Nor would I ever will. If you come near me again, I will end you."

With one life-threatening acknowledgment from her, Yamato began to lose interest in Laura as he, too, made his speedy exit from the beach.

Charlotte sighed when the girls got hit on. Before she could even think about more, she found a hand on her waist. Blushing, not of her own volition, she turned to see an overweight guy standing over her, a grin that made her skin crawl, leering over her.

Never forgetting her manners, Charlotte turned to the guy. "Oh, hello."

"Hey, there, cutie. Who might you be?" The French girl was not liking this guy at all. Besides just looking at her like she was a piece of meat, she found the actions that he just did were close to sexual assault.

"Charlotte, Charlotte Dunois, and you are?" the guy draped over her, his arm around her waist, ignoring Charlotte's reaction to that sudden point of contact.

"Well, I am known by many names. My admirers came up with them. But you can call me Tomiichi." The guy wasn't just well built; he looked like a pig—overweight and unfit for anything.

Charlotte began not to like the idea of being touched by him. "Hello then, Tomiichi. I suppose that you have found it an enjoyable day here." Charlotte hoped she didn't have to resort to violence. Not that she wouldn't do that, in case.

This guy was pretty forward to her, not to mention that his hands were touching places—not the one on her waist, but the other on her thigh.

She tensed up as he began to crawl closer.

"I just look at them, and I am shaking my head in dismay. Those idiots. They have no idea how to treat a young lady." Charlotte had to agree with him.

"Yes, you could say that." Moving closer, Charlotte felt her skin crawl even further. The fact that his gaze lingered on her tits made it even worse. While a guy could look at it, some guys just looked away. This Tomiichi was actually sizing her up.

"Idiots, the lot of them. I can tell you that Charlotte. Why don't we go somewhere more private? Perhaps some undisclosed location where we can…" The guy shut up as Charlotte's hand moved to his crotch. Gripping it close, she smiled at him.

It was not her usual soft girl smile that made her adorable, but the scary Angel smile. Not even Ichika had seen it yet. The guy gulped as she looked at her.

"I rather don't. I mean, I'm the Representative Candidate of France, and my country wouldn't like a scandal. Perhaps you could remove yourself from my presence before I make you do that. I can think of several ways to do that."

As a girl, she had studied for boys. The crotch was one way to get a guy moving. Not that she would use it on Ichika, but when she increased it, she had an idea that this guy wanted to use the thing down there. Power increasing, Tomiichi began to look pale.

"Yes, ma'am. Please, can you let that go? It hurts." With a particularly vicious yank, Tomiichi ran off, and Charlotte plowed her head back on the sand. She had to think again about calling Ichika a pervert. That guy was ten times worse.

As soon as Chifuyu made her entrance in her black bathing suit, five more boys started to woo her as they were drooling over her. Just as her younger brother had pictured it before during the shopping district, the males are attracted by Chifuyu's black swimsuit. The identities that are shown on the top of the men's heads, like on the subbed version of the TV show, are Kanju, Jirou, Ryouta, Runno, and Oku. They'd showed up in the pursuit of this sexy model.

"I knew this would happen," Ichika sighed in thought.

Chifuyu didn't want to believe it. But, it seemed that the disaster was on the horizon. This caused Ichika to worry. In the brunhilde's first case, there's only one thing to do. And that is for her to do something that she'd thought long ago. Chifuyu decided to give the boys who were looking at her a quick death glare.

With that, five boys who were drooling over her were sweating in cowardice.

"Um… I think I made a mistake," Kanju said. "Didn't mean to bother you, ma'am."

"You don't think this hottie is…" Ryouta has begun to guess the identity of this beautiful woman in her twenties. "…um…oh, god! It's Chifuyu Orimura!"

"Holy crap!" Jirou answered in realization. "She'd kill us all!"

"I'm not going to be slaughtered by a woman like that!" Runno panicked as he made his speedy exit out of the beach, hoping she would miss him. And so did the rest of them who had previously been attracted to her.

"Save yourselves!" Like the fellow beach boys, Oku decided to retreat from the beach, hoping he'd never see Chifuyu again.

Charlotte sat around while Ichika joined her again.

"What a disaster. And this should be our holiday. Yet, those guys mess things up." They looked at the collective destruction of egos.

Charlotte eyed Ichika with a mix of curiosity and accusation. "Even with your big sister. But I see why you were captivated by her," she remarked, a hint of challenge in her voice.

Ichika rolled his eyes, a mixture of exasperation and disbelief coloring his response. "Do you seriously think I have a thing for my big sister? Sure, she looked great, but she's my big sister," he retorted, his tone underscored by the obviousness of his sentiment. Charlotte's glare, intended to be stern, only made her look endearingly cute to him.

"Well, in that case, Ichika. If Ms. Orimura isn't your type, then what is?" Charlotte probed, her question hanging in the air between them.

Ichika paused, considering her question. The truth was, he hadn't given much thought to his 'type.'

Sure, Honne and her friends were cute, but none had sparked a more profound interest. "I'm not sure. Romance is somewhat foreign to me. It's ironic, considering I'm friends with an Ashikabi, yet I'm clueless about love," he admitted with a hint of self-deprecation.

Charlotte seized the moment to inch closer. "Really now? Would you say I'm your type?" she asked, her presence suddenly more pronounced, her attire accentuating her appeal.

Charlotte had always been kind and supportive towards him, her nurturing nature complemented by undeniable attractiveness. Ichika found himself wrestling with an unfamiliar sensation.

She stirred something within him, a protective instinct he cherished.

"Charlotte, I don't want to sound rude, but I'm not sure. You're definitely cute, even hot. But whether you're my type, I need time to figure that out," Ichika confessed, his honesty laying bare his uncertainty.

Charlotte paused, her heart sinking slightly at his response. She had hoped for a clear affirmation, yet his indecision left her feeling disheartened. Despite this, she managed to smile.

"Very well, Ichika. For what it's worth, I really like you," she shared, her admission marking a tender moment between them.

"How about we join in on the volleyball game?" Ichika suggested, eager to lighten the mood.

Together, they headed towards Honne and her group, ready to engage in the playful activity. As they joined in, they noticed Pikachu-chan sharing a sweet kiss with Eevee-kun, a reminder of the simple joys and complexities of youthful connections.

Good thing they had learned subtlety. Because they weren't around.

Houki had been going out of her way. Even after she bought the swimsuit, which would be sure to catch Ichika's attention, it did give her attention, and she discovered that unwanted attention was very unpleasant. The two guys hitting on her looked like some muscle show.

The guys looked around, and they kept competing with each other on the girl. With a tick, she had heard the comments.

"You don't deserve a girl like her. She is way too good for you."

"And a nerd like you do? I bet the only thing that you like about her are her tits."

"Like you're any different."

Blinking over at Ichika, who was still talking to Charlotte, Houki's jealousy reached its limits, unseen before. That French broad was seducing her childhood friend, and here she was, listening to those idiots speak like she was a piece of meat.

"Hey, hottie. Looking good in your swimsuit. I like you. Want to go out with me?" One of the two boys asked the kendo girl for a date.

"Take a hike! I'm only like men who are stronger than me," Houki glared as if she were referring to her childhood friend Ichika, who was training with her to make it happen.

"Stronger than you?" One boy asked. "I'm actually the type of guy that wanted. I'm Fumihiro. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Eiji. And I'm much stronger than he is," The now-confirmed guy announced his name. "Watch me as my muscles show."

Houki felt so unimpressed by Eiji's actions.

"Whatever you guys are trying to do, I'm not interested," Houki said in an annoyed tone.

Both Eiji and Fumihiro guessed that Ichika was the one Houki liked. Apparently, he was still with Charlotte. The two men were scheming as if they were taking advantage of the situation. Mainly, they were taking into account Ichika's cluelessness.

"Come on, don't be like that. I notice the look on your face," Fumihiro claimed. "It looks like he left you in the dumps," Fumihiro claimed. "He'll never gonna notice you."

"He doesn't deserve someone as beautiful as you, babe. I'm the man," Eiji also claimed.

"Why do you ditch that loser? Then you and I can have some fun together," Fumihiro said.

As a result, the insults of her beloved childhood friend, as well as their scheme to take advantage of his "flaw" to further their gain, triggered Houki's anger big time. Unlike the times she had with her childhood friend, Houki's fury grew much more prominent than before. Just as they were about to get touchy with her, Houki will absolutely not going to let them have their way as she proceeded to beat the crap out of both Eiji and Fumihiro violently.

"Go have some fun—in hell!" Houki roared as if she were not wasting any time knocking those two foolish boys into submission. After realizing they'd bitten off more than they could chew, Eiji and Fumihiro ran for the hills. The kendo girl dusted off her hands. "What bastards."

She just glanced at Chifuyu, who had also dealt with her admirers. Feeling outmatched by her teacher's beauty, she forgot the logical fact that Chifuyu was Ichika's sister.

Houki found solace atop a secluded mountain, distancing herself from the beach's festivities where Ichika, Charlotte, and Laura were fully immersed in a game of volleyball. Ichika's innocent comment on Laura's swimsuit had unexpectedly delighted her, a stark contrast to Houki's tangled emotions.

Throughout the day, Houki observed how she, along with the other girls, had navigated their complex feelings towards Ichika, often resulting in contentious interactions.

Some pairings among the students seemed harmonious, yet many were marked by awkwardness and discomfort. As the sun dipped lower, Houki's contemplation deepened.

The day's events highlighted her ongoing struggle with expressing her feelings for Ichika, exacerbating her frustration and sense of isolation. Despite her prowess as a pilot, capturing Ichika's heart felt like an impossible task, especially if his affections were already beyond her reach.

"So here you are," came Chifuyu's familiar voice, imbued with a warmth that momentarily eased Houki's turmoil. Turning to face her teacher, Houki couldn't help but admire the woman's composed presence.

"Hello, Ms. Orimura," Houki greeted, sensing Chifuyu's perceptiveness. "It was indeed a mess, just as Ichika predicted."

Chifuyu, joining Houki in her contemplative gaze towards the sea, probed gently, "Is something specific on your mind besides the obvious?"

The endeavor from the top bras had failed with all the incidents involved.

Houki's thoughts briefly shifted to her sister, Tabane.

"It's about Tabane. I received a call from her. She had nothing to do with Laura's Infinite Stratos. We can thank Ichika and the fact that he had Minato to help us out. I should really thank that guy."

Chifuyu sighed, acknowledging the complexity of their situation. The connection to Minato, a figure intertwined with their pasts, brought a mix of nostalgia and unresolved matters to the forefront.

Houki and Chifuyu's history with Minato was a tapestry of past interactions and shared experiences. While Minato shared a closer bond with Ichika, his connection with Houki and Chifuyu wasn't negligible. He had been a familiar presence in their lives during simpler times, a constant in the backdrop of their shared history with Tabane, who also recognized Minato from those days.

"It is not that. I also got a call from her. It looks like she has my birthday present ready," Houki shared, her thoughts drifting to Tabane's enthusiastic promise.

"Akatsubaki. That is the name of the unit she has made for me," Chifuyu revealed, her tone mixed with resignation and contemplation. "There might be more. But even so, we have quite some issues to worry about."

The realization that they needed to reconnect with Minato weighed heavily on Chifuyu. Securing his contact information through Ichika, who was likely to have the Ashikabi of the North's number, became a priority.

As the day wound down on the beach, a mix of emotions and connections filled the air.

Some girls, basking in the novelty of the company and the excitement of new interactions, found the guys' presence a source of joy and potential romance.

Ichika, observing from a distance, might have harbored reservations about the unfolding scenarios, yet he couldn't deny the blossoming of love and friendships around him.

The boys' decision to stay at a hotel some ten kilometers away seemed prudent, as it ensured a comfortable distance after the day's interactions.

Turning his gaze, Ichika noticed several girls exchanging contact information. Their laughter and smiles punctuated the seaside ambiance.

Casual pecks on the cheek and warm hugs signified the beginning of new relationships, setting the foundation for connections that promised to outlast the transient beach day.

For those involved, nothing else mattered in those moments. The beach and the warmth of the sand beneath them were enough to forge lasting memories filled with grins and affection.

Such a scene would have indeed warmed the hearts of the Sekirei, known for their deep bonds and heartfelt connections.

Contrastingly, the Infinite Stratos girls, notably those close to Ichika, displayed palpable frustration, their day marred by a series of unfortunate events that seemed like a dose of bad karma.

Yet, amidst their vexation, Ichika found a reason to smile, amused by the ironic turn of events that saw other girls finding happiness and companionship.

Beyond the beach and its fleeting dramas, Ichika pondered on Minato Sahashi's recent days, which were undoubtedly different from the chaotic beach outing.

Indeed, Minato, along with Uzume and Chiho, had embarked on a serene journey to Hokkaido, their experiences there starkly contrasting the tumultuous day at the beach.

The tranquil escapade in the north of Japan offered them a peaceful interlude. Their story was ready to unfold in its own time, untainted by the dramas left behind on the sandy shores.

For Minato, the break of dawn signaled the start of an eagerly anticipated journey.

Unlike previous travels that took him south, this time, the direction was northward to Hokkaido. The purpose wasn't familial visits—though he cherished memories of his grandparents—it was the allure of Hokkaido's famed hot springs that beckoned.

Despite the summer's heatwave, they packed sweaters, anticipating the cooler climate of the north.

The journey promised to be a marathon of sorts, an eight-hour trek that tested the patience of even the most seasoned travelers.

Yet, the promise of escaping the sweltering heat made the lengthy travel seem worthwhile. Minato remembered a piece of advice he'd once heard—depart early during a heatwave to beat the worst of the temperatures.

Acting on this, they boarded a train from Tokyo, destined for Shin-Hakodate-Hokuto, before continuing to Sapporo.

Once settled on the train, Minato claimed a seat for himself while Uzume and Chiho shared another, setting the stage for a ride filled with shared stories and reflections.

The conversation, however, centered predominantly around Minato's life. Both Uzume and Chiho, burdened by the shadows of their pasts, found little joy in reminiscing about their histories.

Instead, they delved into Minato's experiences, particularly amused by a tale involving Ichika. Minato recounted the day he had to fish Ichika out of a lake—not because of any danger but because of the lake's filthy condition.

The stench that clung to them for weeks after that became humorous if slightly grim, memory.

As they laughed and shared, the question arose, much like it did with the other girls. Their light-hearted discussion turned into a moment of reflection and bonding as the train whisked them toward the cooler, inviting climes of Hokkaido.

"Minato, forgive my curiosity, but there must be a deeper reason why you go to such lengths for Ichika beyond just rescuing him from a lake. What drove you to do that?" Uzume inquired, her attention focused on Minato as she settled closer to him.

"Do you really want to know, Chiho? Because my perspective has evolved," Minato began, his tone reflective. The Sekirei gathered around him, their affection evident, yet they were intrigued by the depth of his commitment to Ichika.

"Initially, it was about being there for him—offering him someone to confide in, someone to support him. But now, my reasons have shifted," Minato confessed, his admission drawing curious glances from Uzume and Chiho.

"Really?" Uzume tilted her head, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes. The environment at ISA is insane. The girls there have lost their minds, and you've seen the reports we've received," he explained, referring to the communications detailing Ichika's challenges.

Chiho, pondering Minato's words, slowly began to form a grim picture. "Minato, correct me if I'm wrong, but are you suggesting that Ichika might be enduring long-term abuse?"

Minato paused, considering the weight of her question. "I believe so. Or it wouldn't surprise me. Living among those girls must be an ordeal," he admitted, reflecting on Ichika's distressing accounts.

The conversation then turned towards the specifics of the abuse Ichika faced—verbal attacks, physical confrontations, and neglect from those who should have been his allies.

"Could Houki and the other IS Representative Cadets, such as Cecilia, Rin, Charlotte, and Laura, really subject him to such cruelty?" Chiho asked, her voice laden with concern.

"Unfortunately, yes," Minato answered.

A realization dawned on Chiho, drawing a parallel that none had considered before. "This situation reminds me of the hospital," she revealed, a comparison that resonated with a painful past.

"How so?" Uzume inquired, intrigued by the analogy, as Minato looked on with interest.

Chiho's expression darkened as she recounted her own experiences. "Before Uzume joined us, I was alone in the hospital, abandoned by what I thought was my family, left to confront my mortality. The indifference of the medical staff, the subpar conditions, and the overwhelming sense of isolation... Ichika's experiences at the ISA seem to mirror my own in the hospital. He's trapped in a place where he's overlooked and disregarded, much like I was."

The stark comparison between Ichika's situation and Chiho's memories of the hospital painted a sad picture of neglect and loneliness, offering a deeper understanding of the empathy driving Minato's actions and the shared resolve to support Ichika through his trials.

Minato found herself aligning with Chiho's perspective, the grim reality of Ichika's situation at the Infinite Stratos Academy becoming increasingly apparent.

"And you're saying the Infinite Stratos Academy is akin to the hospital?" Minato sought confirmation, her voice tinged with concern.

"Indeed," Chiho affirmed with a nod. "Your efforts to rescue Uzume and me were driven by compassion. I understand now the lengths you'd go to for Ichika. But, Minato, I wonder if you think this situation with Ichika will be resolved? Will it end sooner or later?"

"It's bound to escalate to a confrontation. I'm certain of it," Minato predicted, her certainty resonating with Chiho, who suspected the same.

At that moment, Uzume adjusted her position, moving closer to Minato. Welcoming her with an open arm, Minato felt Uzume snuggle against her, seeking comfort and warmth.

"Minato, for the summer, what are your plans? Perhaps we could invite Ichika over. I think it would be wonderful to have him join us. It would also give us a chance to really get to know him," Uzume proposed her suggestion, igniting a spark of possibility in Minato's thoughts.

Before long, Chiho decided to join in, nestling close to Minato and Uzume. The atmosphere was filled with a blend of anticipation and camaraderie.

As they contemplated the future, the idea of inviting Ichika into their circle offered a glimmer of hope and excitement. The prospect of spending the summer together, possibly with Ichika among them, painted a picture of what could be a memorable and significant time for all involved, looking forward to the possibilities that lay ahead.

After a long journey, Minato was relieved to have finally arrived. Before them stood a small inn, exuding a cozy and private ambiance – exactly what Minato had requested. Chiho, however, sighed at the sight.

"Something wrong?" Minato inquired, concerned about his human girlfriend's reaction.

"Just some memories. From happier times," Chiho reflected a hint of melancholy in her voice. Minato and Uzume understood the significance of the place to Chiho. It was a haven she had visited when her parents were still alive.

The fallout at the hospital had severed her ties with what remained of her blood family. The fierce argument underscored Chiho's resolve. It was evident she was not one to be trifled with. She relinquished her claim to the house, leaving everything behind.

Chiho yearned for a clean break, aspiring to forge a new life with Minato, Uzume, and the others. She sought authenticity and depth in her relationships, far removed from the empty pretenses of her past. In her pursuit, she found a semblance of solace.

Minato acknowledged the hardships in his life but conceded that Chiho's struggles were far more daunting. Her resilience outshone his own.

And now, she deserved every bit of happiness that came her way – a truth undeniable.

"Are you okay?" Uzume's voice broke through Chiho's reverie.

"Nothing, just bittersweet memories," Chiho responded, her voice laced with nostalgia. Uzume's gentle hands cradled her face, pulling her into a reassuring kiss. A smile played on Uzume's lips.

"You, little girl, don't need to dwell on sadness. We're here to create joyful memories," Uzume assured her warmly. Minato coughed awkwardly, prompting a shared smile between the girls.

"Indeed. Let's head inside," Minato suggested, eager to move forward. The chill of the northern summer air reminded them of the region's unpredictable weather. Together, Minato, Uzume, and Chiho stepped into the welcoming shelter of the small inn.

Upon entering through the small door, they were greeted by a quaint yet inviting space. A young maid, sporting a Miko outfit similar to Musubi's—albeit less showy—welcomed them with a smile.

"Reservation under the name Minato Sahashi, if I'm not mistaken?" she inquired. The trio nodded in confirmation. The maid's smile persisted. She kept her thoughts to herself, harboring a certainty that some mysteries were best left unexplored.

"The private room?" Minato confirmed with a smile of his own.

"Indeed," she responded, leading them further inside. The ryokan's layout was comfortably familiar, resonating with the warmth of home. The tatami mats underfoot were a particularly pleasing touch, complementing the room's welcoming atmosphere.

An adjoining outdoor bath promised relaxation and privacy, a luxury Minato appreciated. He silently thanked MBI for covering the expenses—a cost he suspected was beyond his means.

This room's seclusion and tranquility earned it the title of 'private.' It was thoughtfully placed away from the inn's main thoroughfares, ensuring a peaceful retreat. Minato exchanged a look with the maid, his appreciation evident.

"So, when would you like your dinner?" the maid inquired, seizing a moment when the girls were absorbed in exploring the room to pull Minato aside.

Leaning in, she whispered, her gaze flitting between him and the girls, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but could you explain the situation here?"

"Sekirei," Minato disclosed briefly, to which the maid exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. That's something I can handle," she admitted.

"You've dealt with worse?" Minato noted the fleeting smile that crossed her face, devoid of any joy, her eyes momentarily reflecting unspeakable horrors. "Believe me, yes. Some tales are better left untold," she confided, prompting Minato to nod in understanding before she excused herself.

"Could we have our dinner at seven in the evening?" he asked.

The woman nodded, then added with a professional demeanor, "And should you use this room for... certain activities, please inform me if you make a mess. It's easier to clean up that way." Minato's face flushed a deep shade of red at her implication.

"Don't worry. We have something planned that should avoid any mess," he assured, his discomfort mirrored by the maid's blush as she departed.

Turning back, Minato noticed Uzume wrestling with her yukata while Chiho looked on with an amused grin. The underlying implication was clear to him, and he couldn't help but shake his head at the scene unfolding before him.

"So, do you like it, Minato?" Uzume asked, noticing his gaze.

"If you could just wear it properly," Minato replied, stepping closer to assist Uzume with her yukata. His fingers inadvertently brush against her skin, not entirely accidentally. Chiho watched the interaction, her initial potential for jealousy replaced by warmth at the sight of their closeness.

"What if I help you, Minato?" Chiho offered, her tone laced with a feigned innocence betrayed by the mischievous sparkle in her eyes. The look she gave him was anything but innocent, a playful corruption that Minato found irresistibly charming.

"That might be fun indeed." Uzume feared certain things in her life. One was that her Ashikabi was not helping her put on clothes. In fact, they were teasing her. A yukata could be bound together, and that was what Uzume felt. Sure, she could escape the grasp of her lovers, but where would the fun in that be? She enjoyed this soft touch by the two.

Fingers went from one place to the next, and Uzume felt her body being felt up by the two. She could feel Chiho's small hands fumbling behind her back. The bra went loose, and she felt her girls come loose. Minato took it off, and his fingers began to feel her up. When Chiho saw what he did, she joined the front of Uzume.

Uzume had to stop teasing her Ashikabi because the two began sucking on the hard diamonds. It was the only hard thing. The rest of the tits were damn soft. Playing with the supple flesh that was on Uzume, Minato, and Chiho began to play with her. In this sort of threesome, the girls and Minato had learned to make things work.

When they had this sort of interaction, the focus was on just one person receiving and others providing.

Contrary to popular belief, Minato didn't mind providing despite being the only male in the group. While he was more than often receiving (nothing more arousing than a couple of hot girls sucking on your lower anatomy), he liked doing this.

When Minato focused on one or two girls, the others amused themselves. With this, most often, when he had to contend with Uzume and Chiho, they took up another role.

Like now.

Chiho's tiny fingers met his at the entrance of Uzume, and both let go of the tits to see and smirk at each other.

"You teased us too much, Uzume."

"Now be ready to get served." The entrance made way to the fingers, and Uzume gulped as her lovers worked in tandem as they slowly entered her. Minato used just one finger, but his hand was on the upper side, so his thumb made slow contact with her clit. Like with most things, Minato was gentle. He wasn't going to get rough (unless they asked) and slowly worked his way around Uzume.

Underneath Minato, Chiho's hand began pushing in her Sekirei while Uzume writhed in the grasp. Minato loved to enjoy this game, but he started to feel hot. Looking at Chiho, she was the same.

"Hey, Uzume. While your hands are free, would you mind helping us?" Minato asked as the strain in his pants began to feel uncomfortable. Uzume fumbled at his pants, which relieved him. She looked over at Chiho and sighed.

"Maybe we should do this without our clothes out of the way. You haven't brought me near anything, so I think that it is better to stop here and take out the extra stuff." The two Ashikabi retracted their fingers, and despite Uzume's reasoning, the flesh stuck to them.

Uzume took first Minato's fingers in her mouth, licking off the excess while her hands took his pants off. When they were clean, Minato took off his sweater and looked at Chiho. She had cleaned her own hands and began to undress.

Despite the way she looked—nowhere near as impressive as her Sekirei—she was still a lovely young woman, and it didn't stop the two from looking at each other. Minato didn't want to have all the fun just yet, so he shared a look with Uzume. "What do you want?"

The Sekirei didn't say anything but took both Chiho's arms and gently pushed them back. Kissing her female Ashikabi, she moved behind Chiho while Minato had a good idea of what she wanted. He moved in between her legs. Not with his own but his mouth.

While oral sex was something he had grown used to, good physical hygiene really made a difference. A human body wasn't supposed to smell like flowers, but it was also believed to smell horrible.

Chiho couldn't help but moan in the kiss while Uzume held her body tight to hers. Minato's tongue wasn't good enough to speak, and the girl melted in the mess. Higher functioning thoughts went out of the window as she could Minato on her slit.

Eventually, she ran out of breath and taped Uzume to let go. While the Sekirei released her mouth, her arms were still constrained, and she couldn't leave the grasp. Not that she really wanted to. Sliding back on the excellent set of tits, Chiho's eyes met Uzume's.

Her smirk was infectious as she lay there while Minato worked on her. He just sat down and drank what came in. He shouldn't complain about the facts, as they often did the same for him.

It was just returning the favor while Uzume just sat by. One of her arms guided Chiho to her entrance. The girl smirked and began to work on Uzume. Knowing the girl very well, she loved to play with Uzume. The body of Uzume rocked on the exact movements done by Chiho while Minato ate her out.

Heat and scents filled the room. Their souls and bonds found each other, and instead of clashing, the energy moved in and became symbiotic; they worked themselves on this. Loving each other, Chiho just loved Minato and Uzume. That was for sure.

Uzume had a tight grip on Chiho's arm. "If you don't relax, I will stop." She said, and her arm was let go while Uzume lay back on the mats. Avoiding specific thoughts, Minato loved the idea of Chiho just lying down and returning the favor to Uzume.

He wasn't going to stop that fast either, but he needed to catch his breath and ask a question. Chiho looked to the male, who lifted his fingers.

Questions asking. That wasn't very pleasant, but you could get a lot of it in return.

"Do you want me to add these?" The girl pondered that for a bit, and then she let her finger talk to Uzume.

"If you did, I would be delighted. But not just those." Minato smiled at the honey blonde. "Noted. Enjoy." He said, using his two index fingers to apply pressure while his tongue added more. Chiho realized too late that she shouldn't have talked so cockily with a guy near your most significant bits. It was too late, as Minato had begun to drive it up.

From her vagina, electricity raced through her body while Minato ate her out and fingered her. Moans came out more, and the gasps, she said, were even adding to Minato. He shared a look with Uzume, who stood up.

With her first Ashikabi out now and not available, she looked over to Minato and laid down next to his body. With just a nod, Minato knew that her mouth was the opposite side of his. To make things easier for the two, Chiho sat up, and her legs crossed around Minato's head. Her hands touched his hair, and her expression fell from her face.

Blushing, Chiho saw Uzume sucking on Minato. Unlike her, Minato didn't stop. More used to having more than one girl in his bed, Minato had learned to work through it all. Uzume had improved when she sucked on Minato's dick while he continued to eat out. They had been going for a good five minutes, and while they were happy that they could last, having release began to feel needed.

Minato could last a few more minutes, and Uzume's tits on his dick as extra weren't that much needed, but he knew that Chiho wanted to get off.

So, with a bit more ministrations, he worked a little bit faster on her. Chiho's own body slowly came down. Her head went up in the sky, and her body climaxed. When she was done, she let Minato go, who turned to Uzume.

Taking the long, beautiful legs, Minato began to 69 Uzume while Chiho took a chance to breathe. Checking the clock, they had half an hour to clean up. Chiho took out the yukata for them and prepared them for when her Sekirei and the other Ashikabi were done.

She had her release. They could do more later, but food began to feel needed.

The human body has four primal urges: food, water, sleep, and sex. The first three are really needed. The latter is something that, once you start, you need more—or your hormones do.

Chiho saw how Uzume licked and sucked Minato while the male used his fingers for more. Chiho's growth had been stunted more or less due to her disease. While she was recovering, the curves that Uzume and the others had were unachievable.

Not that she really minded, and the whole talk, "You look fine how you look," was avoided due to a comment from Minato. He admitted that while she lacked the entire sexy and curves, there was a sort of innocence in her. She looked like a young girl, and that had stayed one.

She was like a flower that didn't bloom open, but she stayed at a particular stage. Her long hair, soft body, and small stature made his instincts tickle as something he wanted to protect.

For her, that was just awesome to hear. What didn't help was the following comment, which caused them to burst into laughter: Despite her innocent appearance, Chiho was a little minx who liked to watch chaos envelop her. That part of her personality was so contrary to her appearance that it gave her a certain charm. That was just more to it.

And from what Takehito told her, her body would grow more during the later years of her life.

Not that she minded the whole thing. Her tits weren't the biggest of them (she would have a hard time competing), but she wasn't flat compared to Benitusba. They could be sucked without being called a board.

For now, she cleaned herself up and saw how Minato reached his peak. A grunt, so familiar to her, was released, and Uzume could feel the male essence coming. Unlike what others might like, she took the tip and swallowed it all. Minato had begun to amp up his play, and she fell apart at the same time. Letting him go, the two bodies just lay next to each other.

"That was awesome."

"Yeah." Chiho smiled at them. "I am glad you had your fun. But now, I think it is time for you to clean up. Our dinner will be here soon." Sliding into Yukata's, this time without stopping, the three sat again down and began talking about the small stuff.

Chiho had recently begun thinking about playing games, and despite Minato's inexperience, the stories and amount of fun she had with the Last Medjay made Minato a bit envious. It sounded like one great game, that was for sure. But now, they could do even better stuff later. But first, they needed food.

The aroma of the meal permeated the room, instantly reminding them of their hunger. They wasted no time settling down to eat, savoring each bite with contentment reserved for the truly hungry.

The dinner was exceptional, promising an even better breakfast, though that was a pleasure reserved for the morrow.

Post-meal, lounging with Uzume, Chiho proposed an idea, her voice laced with anticipation. "I have an idea," she announced, comfortably nestled in Uzume's lap.

"Yes, Chiho?" Minato inquired, leaning back to hear her better.

"How about we take a bath after letting our food settle?" she suggested, the playful tone in her voice sparking laughter from Minato and Uzume.

"Are you suggesting, Chiho Hidaka, that you're already plotting to scandalize the bath so soon after our arrival?" Minato teased, his voice tinged with amusement at the thought of their imminent indulgence.

"I regret nothing," Chiho declared, her nose tilting up in a defiant, cat-like manner, eliciting more laughter from Minato and Uzume.

"Okay, but let's wait a bit," Minato conceded with a smile. "We've just had a fantastic meal, and I'd rather not risk it. We'll take our time to digest properly before heading to the bath."

The fact that a full stomach meant that there was no sex. There was, however, plenty of cuddling as the three lay in a heap of warmth. They, however, did their best to stay awake. There was no way they wanted to lose out on falling asleep while they were just in the Inn.

Minato had momentarily forgotten all about Ichika, a thought he was more than content to leave in the past as he relaxed with the two girls.

Once they were sure they could enjoy the warmth of the bath without any discomfort from their recent meal, they all eased into the hot spring.

Despite the air being a crisp 20 degrees, the water enveloped them in a comfortable embrace of heat. Minato mused that winter would make this experience even more magical, but for now, the soothing warmth was more than enough.

Engrossed in cleaning himself with soap, Minato glanced over his shoulder to see Uzume enjoying the serene waters while Chiho seemed to be in a state of bliss. The warmth was evidently doing wonders for her. With a playful smile, Chiho suggested, "Maybe I should do your back, Minato?"

Grateful for the offer, Minato didn't hesitate to pass her a washcloth and soap. "If you don't mind, go ahead," he agreed.

Chiho's hands were gentle yet firm on his back, admiring the muscle definition that had developed. It was clear Minato had evolved, not solely from intimate encounters but from the necessity of keeping pace with partners possessing superhuman abilities.

The physical demands had sculpted him from a once scrawny young man into someone with a commendably sturdy physique.

Uzume watched with an amused shake of her head as Chiho attentively scrubbed Minato's back. Seizing an opportunity to inject a bit of playful mischief, Uzume approached them with a proposition. "Do you mind if I wash your front?"

Minato, ever aware of Uzume's teasing nature, consented with a nod, adding a lighthearted caveat, "Okay, but use your hands. I'm still human and need to take care of this body for the days ahead."

True to her surprising nature, Uzume proceeded exactly as she had promised, attentively washing Minato's front.

A part of him found genuine enjoyment in the care and attention he received. There was no tension in him; instead, he relaxed fully as the girls tended to him, warm water and soft washcloths gliding over his skin.

A blush tinged his cheeks, not from any rush of hormones but from the combined warmth of the water and the affectionate attentions showered upon him by the girls. This attention did wonders for his spirits.

Over time, Minato had grown accustomed to the company of beautiful women, ceasing to marvel at his fortune. Instead, he embraced these moments as well-deserved pleasures in his life.

Uzume's hands, particularly as they lingered a bit longer on his thighs, underscored this sentiment. While he didn't mind the extra attention, it certainly didn't escape his notice, clarifying the playful intentions behind her actions.

Deciding that he could do it back to her, hands went to her sizeable tits.

"You cheeky boy. Do you really like my tits that much?" Minato didn't answer but began slowly touching the soft ass, massaging it and enjoying it. No matter how much he did it, he couldn't get enough of it. Uzume had one killer body, and even before he winged her, he loved the sight of Uzume. She was just so hot.

Uzume gasped as she could feel Minato working over her body. Especially with how she looked at him.

Minato enjoyed how her body writhed in his touch. Uzume was affectionate, and that was clear now with how much Minato worked over her body. During the years of only having Chiho, there was the rule of soft kissing and hugs. While the first Ashikabi was no longer sick and dying, she had to grow her body out and grow stronger.

Putting a child on the planet requires a lot from the woman. But for Uzume, she didn't have to wait that long. With Minato and her new Ashikabi, Uzume could roughhouse him as much as he wanted—not that it was that bad. Musubi lacked delicacy, and so Minato had nothing new for him.

Chiho began to press on Minato, and the male got the hands of the human. "Don't even think about it, Chiho. Consent matters, and you are not going to put your hands there." The women giggled, but they couldn't blame Minato. Even after months of banging the girls, there was no mention of him doing anything they didn't want.

And using the other end of a woman was out as well.

Chiho began to drop over his shoulders and kiss his neck. Uzume let him go and started to kiss him as well. Embracing the Sekirei, Minato decided to have it worked out in the bath. "Girls, what about we take this to the bath? Just asking." The girls nodded, and they all walked to the baths. Soaking in the warmth, they enjoyed being in the warm water.

When Minato laid back, Uzume and Chiho inched over to him, and the male shook his head. It was not the first time that he had more than one girl to please, and it was not the last, either.

"Hey, Minato. How about we treat you really well?"

"Yep, we might make the most of it."

Minato smiled at them. "Fine, but I have three more times to go. Better make those count." He had to talk with his mum about something. Even with his improved biology, his body began to give out, and he needed time off before he could have sex.

There had to be something, as he had to make up for his girls more often.

The girls nodded and stroked his penis; Minato began to feel lightheaded when the girls worked over his dick. He might not have been the biggest they had seen, but it filled them nicely. Chiho nodded over to Minato and began to sit down on his dick. Uzume went from behind her and embraced her there.

With one hand on the clit and one of the small tits of Chiho, the girl began to feel the penetration of Minato. Taking it easy, Minato wouldn't admit it, but there was something about having sex with a human woman. Compared to the Sekirei, who all bedded him, Chiho carried a human body with her.

While he had grown used to having sex with aliens, the softness and ease that Chiho carried with her made this experience so enjoyable and memorable.

He never had one-on-one sex with her, though. Uzume was always with them, and there were others. But even so, this was just great. Enjoying the soft body, Minato laid back. His body was submerged in the hot water. His head was out of the water, but the rest, including their crotches, were in the water. That included Uzume's hand. The Sekirei didn't move too much but just looked at Chiho riding Minato.

With soft moans from her female, Chiho craned her head to kiss Uzume. Not hesitating, Uzume began to kiss and work her tongue in. Colored wings were shown at night, and for Minato, it was like Chiho had gained Sekirei wings. Prepping himself up in a sitting position, the three got closer, and the embrace got easier. When Chiho's mouth was loosened from Uzume, Minato seized her, and Chiho had just the time to breathe.

Minato pressed her closer to him while one hand went out the fantastic tits of Uzume. The woman smiled as she felt Minato bouncing back, and the girls moved along with the rhythm.

Having sex was all good, but this was something new they could try out. With the girls, they just moved along. Chiho had no control over it; the two stronger individuals made the girl move her along.

It wasn't that she wasn't aware or pushed; she could control her limbs as she placed her hands on Minato's shoulders. Kissing him more and more, her tongue staying inside her mouth but her lips touching. Minato enjoyed the kiss, and Uzume hoped they would reach their peak.

Chiho began to grunt, and her throat started to feel strained. She needed release, or she would be driven insane.

"You two. Please. End this." The two nodded, and Minato slowly increased the strength of the thrust while Uzume's fingers began to work wonders.

Grunts escaped from Minato while Chiho began to wrap around him. Looking at her, she was a mess. She was not crying, but her lust began to feel on her. She was hoping that she had her release. Uzume found something and pressed a bit harder on her clit.

Chiho came, and a constrictor and Minato came inside her. His orgasm riding out in Chiho's. Moans and grunts had escaped them, and when they were done, Chiho let go and could feel how Minato had come in her. Uzume took her female Ashikabi and put her in a sitting place. That way, she could recover from the orgasm she had.

While they had their fun, both of them found that Minato made this so much more fun. It was hard to ignore biology.

Uzume looked at Minato, and despite the vast blush, Uzume looked at him. While she could go to Minato, he needed some time to calm down. Going at it right now would be more painful than pleasurable. She sat down next to him and gently kissed Minato. His hands wandered around on her body.

He lifted her tits and squeezed softly. They kissed again, and Uzume felt him up. Some soft foreplay without going too much. Uzume knew that down there, she was waiting for his dick, but she could have patience.

Pleasing seven women in bed was nothing to scoff at, and they could wait until he was done. A male member was sensitive, that was for sure. And they couldn't expect Minato to go at it again. When it came back, Uzume had an idea.

"You've been training with Musubi for a bit of a while, right?" The question had a playful edge to it, and Minato raised an eyebrow.

"Why the question?"

"I want you to take me up and fuck me like that." Before the words were even spoken, Minato penetrated her, and he smirked at her, finally getting the drop on her.

"Sure thing." He said when he took up her ass, and Uzume had barely time to register, Minato was already standing.

"Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck. You need something to hold me onto." His hands went to her ass, and squeezing it was just incredible.

While Minato would say he liked tits above ass, he wouldn't say no to it. He was lucky that most of the girls had well-endowed tits.

The fact that most of them had fantastic asses was just a bonus. Uzume did what she was told, and Minato began to inch in and out slowly. While most of him remained buried in her body, her tits pressed against his chest and her expression falling back to the default smile, Uzume buried herself deeper in Minato. With kissing and hugging, Minato muttered her name, and Uzume began to drop on the rampage he was driving on her.

It had been a while since she actually had, so she had to grow used to it. While she had her fun and had dealt with her sexual frustration in the past, she didn't go too far down there and enjoyed how much Minato felt her up.

"Minato. This is… Ah. Don't stop," she said, and he kissed her again. With his body growing, he had been strong enough. You are one tough guy." Minato smiled at her, and he drove up the pace while Uzume began to kiss him more. She enjoyed Minato on her body.

He was happy enough to keep her there. It was a strain on his muscles, and despite not weighing that much, Uzume could feel Minato having a more challenging time. Yet, she didn't want to give it up. Looking around, she found a wall.

"Hey, Minato. How about you take some pressure from you by using the wall?" He didn't say much. Uzume saw his eyes. Clouded and dazed with lust, she knew that Minato's and the strength he had gotten as Ashikabi had grown.

They should let some look at that. Sekirei and Ashikabi weren't like normal beings, and with Minato now finally consuming the relationships, there had to be something that caused Minato to become so manly, as Kazehana would put it.

If with manly, stoic, and driven, then yes. Despite it all, Uzume could feel it, and her hips just jumped at Minato's. They sang, and Minato could feel his arms making it easier on him.

Biting her softly on her neck, Minato found that Uzume liked doing this with him. The two just enjoyed each other.

With her hands over his back, he had become quite muscled. "You really are something." She said, and Minato just nodded while he continued fucking her senseless. She had to go on the sex, and Minato began to feel himself building up. He just looked at her.

"So Uzume. Where do you want this to go?" The glare was something he hadn't thought she could do. Minato learned that while they had more extensive leashes than his mum and sis, he still did not want to piss them off intentionally.

"Inside, Minato. Where else? Oh, and can you keep it in for a few more minutes?" Uzume groaned as he hit a good spot in her body.

"Sure thing." Chiho had come to, and she looked at the scene. Looking down, she found that they needed rest. They would visit the town and so on. Good thing, as she discovered her vagina needed some time off.

The ones who said that too much of one thing is good for nothing were right. They all loved to have sex with Minato, but there were limits to it. Better taking it easy before they would fuck each other senseless. While Uzume held onto Minato, he just enjoyed having her around his dick.

"Hey, Uzume. How much longer?" Groaning, Uzume laid down on Minato. "Not much more. Just keep going like this." Doing exactly as he was told, at the same speed, the same place to hit, and the same strength behind it, Uzume could feel that it was fantastic to have a guy like this.

Minato just waited until Uzume had her orgasm. While not as strong as Chiho's, she tapped his shoulders.

"Please, my legs. Put me down." Careful that his dick didn't come out, Uzume's legs landed on the floor. "That is better. Keep on it, Minato."

"Next time, just on a bed. Or sitting." The Ashikabi said, and Uzume nodded when she pecked him on the cheek.

"Agreed. Too many complications." Minato's hand went back to her tits, and when one nipple came out, he began to feel that one up. "I love your tits, Uzume." He confessed while he sucked and rubbed them. "You're too sweet. She said, and Uzume began to feel more pressure building in her loins. Her vagina constricted over his penis.

"I love you, Uzume. I really do," he said while she began to kiss him more. She wanted more of it, and Uzume started to feel it even more. His sensitivity had increased now.

"Minato, Minato, Minato." She uttered when she could feel Minato beginning to feel it. "Please, just end it."

The man nodded when he released Uzume. They had a near-simultaneous climax. Her expression was true bliss, and she had even the idea she blacked out for a bit. Her body spasmed while it took Minato's semen in her. Flooding in her, Minato smiled at her.

"How was it? Uzume?" But she was out for a bit. It was clear this was too much for her. It had been too long, and the amount of time she had to spend without Minato took a toll. He smiled and took Uzume back to the bath.

"Do you two really feel like that?" Minato asked Chiho when he put Uzume next to her. The female Ashikabi smiled at him. "Believe me or not, Minato, but you learn really fast, and every time, you get better and better. Don't worry about it."

When he took his seat in the middle of the two, Uzume drooped over his shoulder. She was lulling in the post-climax state, but she kissed Minato's cheek.

As Chiho observed the playful scene unfold before her, she couldn't help but shake her head, not in disapproval, but with a sense of affectionate amusement.

Where she might have expected feelings of jealousy or discomfort to surface, she found only warmth.

In the initial days of her integration into this unique family, she had been filled with contentment, primarily because of Uzume's presence. Living alongside Minato and the other Sekirei, it was Uzume who held her heart.

Yet, over time, her emotions evolved, blossoming into a love not just for Uzume but for Minato as well—the man who had gone to great lengths for them.

Chiho realized that if Uzume hadn't bridged the gap between them with that kiss, she might never have become an integral part of the intricate family Minato had created. The thought of missing out on this more extensive, more complex network of relationships filled her with a sense of dread. While she once believed she could be content with Uzume alone, she now cherished the expansive family they had formed together.

For Chiho, the family she found herself a part of was not defined merely by the presence of Minato, that brave soul who had brought them all together. It was the unique bonds she formed with each individual that truly encapsulated the essence of family.

Musubi was like a sister to Chiho, offering companionship and a playful spirit. Her honest, straightforward nature provided comforting simplicity in their complex lives.

Kusano, with her adorable demeanor and youthful innocence, brought joy and a sense of protectiveness among them. She was the embodiment of the happiness that comes from cherishing the smallest among them, a beacon of pure delight in their collective existence.

Tsukiumi presented a different kind of kinship. As a fellow learner navigating the intricacies of the modern world, her presence was both a challenge and a comfort. The playful teasing and shared experiences forged a bond that transcended mere acquaintance.

Matsu, the cyber-savvy maiden, always ready with a teasing remark yet equally prepared with innovative ideas, represented the intellectual curiosity that sparked lively discussions and thoughtful reflections within their group.

Kagari, the embodiment of astonishing beauty and wisdom, offered a mature perspective that balanced their diverse personalities. Her love for literature and serene demeanor added depth to their interactions, grounding them with her insightful observations.

Kazehana, however, held a special place in Chiho's heart. Though she cherished Uzume and Minato deeply, her connection with Kazehana was profound. In moments of reflection, when memories of her mother surfaced, it was Kazehana's face, alongside Uzume's, that comforted her. Kazehana had become more than a friend; she was a maternal figure, offering guidance and warmth to Chiho and the others, embodying the nurturing spirit that held their family together.

This eclectic assembly of individuals, each with their unique traits and shared experiences had become Chiho's world. The thought of exchanging this family for anything else was unfathomable to her.

In their unity, she found strength, love, and a sense of belonging that transcended the bonds of blood. This was her family, a tapestry woven from threads of different strengths and colors, creating a picture of life more prosperous and more vibrant than she could have ever imagined on her own.

"This is going to be one fun holiday," Chiho remarked, a content smile playing on her lips. Her eyes reflected the shared anticipation of the days ahead.

Minato nodded, his agreement laced with a hint of weariness, "Indeed. We are going to have lots of fun. But I think I've had enough excitement for tonight."

Chiho, understanding and ever so gently, positioned herself beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.

They nestled together, cautious not to succumb to sleep's inviting embrace just yet. In that moment, the world beyond their immediate surroundings ceased to exist. Wrapped in a cocoon of silence and warmth, they let go of their cares, allowing the tranquility of their shared presence to erase the world outside.

The time they were, they they were seemed to stand still until the dawn of the sixth of July when they finally stirred from their haven. The plan was to savor one more day in this idyllic retreat before returning to their everyday lives. One more night of fiery passion awaited them, a perfect conclusion to their holiday.

However, unbeknownst to them, the seventh of July was poised to bring a seismic shift, a change so profound that it would alter the course of their world. As they basked in the afterglow of their closeness and looked forward to their last day of retreat, the threads of fate were quietly weaving a new pattern, one that promised to transform their understanding of what the future held.

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There is a double feeling about it. I hadn't expected to get one chapter done on the first weekend of March, but weirdly enough, when I did, I hoped that I could have done more.

It's what it is.

It's weird, though, to see the chapter again after so long, to have this fic done in fast-forward, and to experience the events on it.

I still like how I worked it out, as this was indeed one of the more extensive chapters.

I did keep a lot of the original. The males in the beach scene are from the requester, and smut can't be done.

So far, I like the feedback I am getting. This is turning out to be useful for more ideas.

Saluut.