There is so much stuff you see back here. It's weird how fast this goes when I am doing it.
We are now on Charlotte and Laura's introduction.
With the word count that the original had, we are keeping it at just one chapter.
I got two chapters back from the requester hence why I am getting the updates done, now.
Bring your daughter,
bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go,
let her go
Original upload date
Chapter 9: 12/08/2019
"So you are the only guy out there?" Dan Gotanda asked Ichika Orimura, an old friend, as they were trying to kill each other.
In a video game.
"You really are a lucky son of a gun if you ask me," the redhead said as he bested his old middle school buddy.
"Did you even read my emails, Dan? And I mean, really read them. Not just skim over and assume. I'm at a high school with only girls as far as the eye can see," Ichika asked with a deadpan face. And a deadpan voice to match.
"I did. And ain't that grand to be in?" Ichika didn't take his eyes off the screen, but he sighed.
He would have paid more to visit Minato now, but he had to miss the trip to Shinto Teito and back in one day. So, he decided on the middle ground and visited Dan Gotanda. He used to regularly eat at their place when he was in middle school.
Rin was a part of their group back when life was every day.
When his life was every day.
"I think you're overlooking one bit. The girls are insane, and that's putting it mildly. It's like running a contest for the understatement of the year. They need some sort of supervision (who might or might not be into my sister) because I don't think they have any sense of mental health. Do you remember how Rin is? The rest are similar in some respects. And I still don't get why Alcott is interested in me,"
Ichika said, and Dan couldn't help but sigh.
"Idiot." Despite Ichika's newfound sharpness, he remained blissfully unaware of the nuances of love. Dan's jealousy painted a picture of Ichika's life as a heavenly existence, surrounded by stunning beauties, all presumably in love with him.
"But you never mentioned you were friends with Minato Sahashi. Now, that is one lucky guy." Dan was astounded. Not only did Ichika attend a school brimming with attractive women, making him the sole male in a vast radius, but he also had ties to someone with an actual harem of alien beauties.
"Yes, but Minato's blessing comes from the Sekirei, who shower him with love and affection. From what he's told me, only Tsukiumi ever attempted to kill him. And she's since stopped."
"He's still lucky," Dan insisted, his opinion unshakeable.
"He went through hell and back for those girls, and it took a toll on him. The lengths he's gone to protect others... It's incredible. It's also what keeps me going."
"He's like the father you never had." Dan immediately regretted his words. Family was a sensitive issue for Ichika, a line no one should cross.
For Dan, the sentiment was somewhat similar, but for different reasons. He had met Chifuyu once, and while he might have appreciated her appearance, her strict demeanor was far from appealing.
Not to mention her too-high standards. Nine out of ten, she would die alone, or she would start banging her brother. And if they now had some cloned twin of him or other sisters hidden away, only waiting to come out and fuck or fuck up Ichika, that would only make sense in the long run.
Dan shook his head. That was weird. He should stop looking at weird sites on the Internet.
"Idiot." Even with Ichika's growing sharpness, he remained oblivious to the nuances of love. His jealousy painted a picture of Ichika's life as a heavenly existence, surrounded by beauty, convinced that the girl must have indeed fallen for him.
"But you didn't mention you were friends with Minato Sahashi. That guy is one lucky son of a gun." Dan was astounded that Ichika attended a school filled exclusively with stunning women, standing out as the sole male within a three-click radius, and also befriended someone who had amassed a harem of alien beauties.
"Yes, but Minato's blessing comes from the Sekirei, who shower him with love and affection. From what he's shared, only Tsukiumi initially sought to end him. Thankfully, she ceased her attempts."
"Still sounds lucky to me," Dan remarked, his opinion unwavering.
Ichika reflected, "He's endured hell and back for those girls. The lengths he's gone to protect others... It's nothing short of incredible. And it's what keeps me going."
"He's like the father you never had." The moment the words left his mouth, Dan regretted them. Family was a sensitive topic for Ichika, a line no one should cross.
For Dan, the sentiment echoed, albeit for different reasons. Having once met Chifuyu, his impressions were mixed; he admired her form but was deterred by her strictness and lofty standards. He mused, "Nine out of ten, she ends up alone, or worse, entangled inappropriately with her brother. And who knows? Maybe a clone or hidden siblings is yet to stir chaos for Ichika."
Shaking off the thought, Dan realized he needed to curb his internet browsing habits.
"Not exactly," Ichika's response hinted at the tension Dan's comment had sparked, yet it also offered a semblance of relief from immediate danger.
"He's more like the older brother I never had. He's always there to guide me through my troubles. Though, I worry about the price he'll pay with his Sekirei for assisting me."
"How so?" Dan inquired, his interest piqued anew.
"The Sekirei who dug up that info for me is named Matsu. Minato says she's practically a genius, outsmarting Tabane-san herself. And, well, she's quite the pervert."
Dan couldn't help but snort in amusement. "You see that as a downside?"
"There's a limit to everything. Too much of one thing is good for nothing," Ichika shot back, prompting Dan to reconsider his stance.
After a moment, Ichika sighed, the weight of the conversation settling in. "We talk like we've been through it all, but according to Minato, managing one girl is one thing. Juggling seven, all while keeping them content, demands frequent breaks."
Ichika's tone was matter-of-fact, a testament to the straightforwardness required among men to sidestep significant issues.
"The Sekirei, bound by love, dedicate themselves to a single Ashikabi—part of their essence. Having multiple Sekirei isn't unusual for them. Minato's unique for attracting a Sekirei already pledged to another Ashikabi, who's also in this with him."
Dan let out a heavy sigh. "And here you are, still more likely to land a girlfriend than I am. It's not easy for me and Kazuma." Kazuma, another buddy, had shared the high school journey with Dan—a common enough background yet filled with its challenges.
"The difference, Dan, is that getting a girlfriend doesn't usually put your life at risk. And something tells me I'm about to have even more female troubles," Ichika shared, half-joking, half-dreading.
Dan's fleeting sympathy vanished. "Really? Your gut's giving you predictions now?"
"Absolutely. One. Two. Thr—" Ichika's count was abruptly cut off as the door burst open, revealing a short girl with fiery red hair mirroring Dan's. Her attire screamed casual home wear but was unsuitable for public outings. To Ichika, she seemed like she'd just stepped out of an all-girls private school, considering her unimpressed demeanor.
She donned a loose pink tank top and barely buttoned shorts. "Bro, lunch is ready. Get down there," she announced, then paused, noticing Ichika. "Ichika?" Surprise tinted her voice.
Dan recognized Ichika's intuition as a remarkably accurate trouble sensor. Meanwhile, Ichika found solace in the fact that Dan had previously mentioned his little sister harbored a crush on him—a situation they both preferred to sidestep.
Nonetheless, Ichika remained courteous. "Ah, Ran. It's been a while. Apologies for intruding." He glanced down at the Byakushiki bracelet, then back at Ran, who seemed suddenly conscious of her attire and ducked behind the door.
"I, uh, wasn't expecting you," she muttered, now slightly more composed.
"I'm just escaping from hell. And Shinto Teito is quite the trek," Ichika explained, his tone light yet weary.
"Shinto Teito? What's there for you?" Ran's curiosity piqued, not realizing the depth of what she was asking.
"Ran, ever heard of knocking? Now he's going to think you are a woman without manners, Dan chided, only to receive a sharp glare from his sister, silencing him immediately.
That glare held a warning, and perhaps at that moment, Dan began to grasp the complexities Ichika faced, hinting at the underlying tensions and challenges within their seemingly humorous interactions.
"Gotta side with him there," Ichika conceded, a statement that sent Ran's cheeks into a vibrant shade of red.
"Anyway, Ichika, are you up for lunch? We've got some leftovers. And you owe me an explanation about Shinto Teito," Ran declared before heading to the kitchen.
Dan let out a weary sigh as the boys stood to follow her. "Is it always like this at your school? Similar vibes to hers?"
"Exactly the same."
"Man, I retract my envy. You've got it rough."
"That I do, Dan. Never forget it."
Descending to the dining area, they noticed Ran had slipped into different attire, now donning an apron as she waited on them at the table. Ichika, however, seemed lost in thought, barely acknowledging the change as he began to eat, his mind elsewhere.
"Please, make yourself comfortable, Ichika-san," Ran offered with a gentle nudge of encouragement. Ichika, acknowledging her with a nod, focused intently on his meal.
"Then I'll take you up on that," he replied, diving back into his food without further ado.
"So, Ichika-san, do you have a girlfriend back at your school?" Ran's question hung in the air, thick with implication. Ichika and Dan exchanged a fleeting look, aware of the potential minefield Ran was skirting around.
"No, and I'm not in the market for one," Ichika responded, eliciting a coy smile from Ran.
"Really? That's interesting. And you're not looking anywhere else, either?" Her voice was laced with a sweetness that made Ichika inwardly squirm.
"Exactly. Not looking, not interested," he reiterated firmly, eager to put the topic to rest as he resumed eating.
Post-lunch, Ichika prepared to depart. "Thanks for the hospitality, Dan," he expressed, still casually dressed for the slight chill outside.
"Anytime. Anything I should be aware of?" Dan inquired as Ichika discreetly handed him a slip of paper.
"These are Minato Sahashi's contact details. If you hear from him, it's likely on my behalf. Take care, Dan."
Dan examined the provided mail and phone number. "And why would I need this guy's contacts?"
"In case of emergencies. It's a way to reach me," Ichika explained, leaving Dan with a nod of gratitude. "We'll stay in touch."
As the door closed behind Ichika, Dan couldn't help but sigh. His sister seemed all too compatible with Ichika's tumultuous school life—an observation Ichika hadn't joked about.
"Hey, Bro," Ran's voice shivered down Dan's spine. "Is it true Ichika doesn't have a girlfriend?"
Dan faced a choice: let Ran dominate the conversation or adopt Ichika's relaxed demeanor to keep her at bay.
"According to him, he's not pursuing romance at the moment. So, sis, I'd suggest patience. He may play the fool, but there's a sharp mind at work there."
With that, Dan brushed past his sister, his mind partly on unfinished games and partly on the contact details he'd been given. Keeping them for a potential emergency, he hoped they'd remain just a precaution.
Ichika's return to the ISA was tinged with apprehension, a feeling he couldn't shake off. His instincts warned him of impending trouble, and upon arrival, his fears materialized in the most unwelcome news.
Maya announced a significant change with a grin bordering on unsettling: Houki was to move out. The reason? The discovery of a second male pilot was a revelation that Ichika found hard to swallow. Despite his skepticism, the news spread, and Houki's vehement objections did little to alter her fate. Ichika intervened just in time to prevent her from making rash statements that would inevitably come back to haunt him.
The weight of his indebtedness to Minato seemed to grow with each passing moment, yet the announcement of another 'male' pilot piqued his curiosity irrepressibly. Turning to Minato's roster, Ichika sought a sliver of opportunity amidst his constrained schedule. Sunday was a no-go, as were Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. His luck seemed as elusive as ever, challenging him to navigate the maze of obligations and unexpected developments.
The discovery of a small note from Minato amidst the roster was a glimmer of hope, a token of assistance in navigating the complex dynamics of his life at the ISA. Ichika's gratitude towards Minato deepened a testament to the bonds forged in the face of adversity and the unspoken support that guided him through tumultuous times.
In case you need help, Ichika. And I'm not around. This is the number of Matsu. She is my Wisdom Sekirei. Her day is Friday this week, so when you're sure you will need help, but I am unavailable, Don't worry about it.
I talked with her about this, and she is okay with it.
But only when you're sure that you need some help. And it cannot wait.
Dialing the number, Ichika realized this was the first time he'd speak to one of the Sekirei—indeed, his first phone call to Shinto Teito. Email was usually his go-to, but this situation demanded immediate communication.
The call connected swiftly, diverging from Ichika's expectation of a cheerful, high-pitched greeting similar to Tabane's. Instead, he was met with a voice that was calm and reassuring.
"Hello. Who is this?" The serenity in the voice caught Ichika off guard.
"Good evening. May I speak with Matsu?" he inquired, ensuring his tone was respectful.
"Yes, that's me. And who might I have the pleasure of addressing?" The slight edge of suspicion in her voice prompted Ichika to reveal his identity, hoping Minato's introductions had preceded him.
"I'm Ichika Orimura. I believe Minato has mentioned me to you."
"Ichika Orimura? You're reaching out to me now? Mina-tan indicated you might call if you needed him, and he was unavailable."
Ichika noted the affectionate nickname, an amusing detail he mentally filed away for future banter with Minato. Despite the urge to delve into that, he focused on the matter.
"He did mention that. Could you tell me where Minato is currently?"
"Mina-tan is occupied with Kagari-tan, and it's not my place to interrupt them now."
Understanding the implications and not wishing to cause discomfort for either party, especially knowing Kagari's anticipation for a moment alone with Minato, Matsu awaited a justified reason for Ichika's call.
"It's about the data you compiled for me, right? I'm assuming you're the Sekirei responsible for that?"
Realizing Ichika's relief in speaking to her, Matsu sensed the potential camaraderie between him and Minato, which was evident even in their communication styles.
"Yes, that was my doing. Mina-tan has been quite generous in showing his gratitude for my assistance. If only I weren't constrained by certain rules..."
She trailed off, momentarily lost in thought, before snapping back to reality, reminding herself of the conversation's purpose.
Especially since Ichika didn't need to hear what she and Mina-tan all did.
Maybe this time, she could ask to get Uzume-tan and Chiho-baby in her bed.
While group sex was not that unusual in their bed, both Uzume and Chiho took a solid liking to Kazehana for whatever reason. It was not that often they joined the whole other group in this.
Besides Kagari-tan, they all have been there and done that.
Multiple times even.
Going back to Ichika (and storing the information of a promise in her mind), she giggled.
"Now, I didn't mean to interrupt, but there's something urgent I need to inquire about. Have there been any updates about a new male Pilot?" Ichika ventured, hoping Matsu would understand the urgency rather than take offense.
A momentary silence ensued, filled only by typing before Matsu's voice broke through. "Ichika-tan? Hey, Ichika-tan, you still with me?"
"Yes, I'm here, Matsu. But what's the issue?" His concern was palpable, worrying for both Matsu and the situation.
Matsu's laughter, tinged with an edge of madness, did little to ease his anxiety.
"Oh, Ichika-tan, the folks at your school outdid themselves with their stupidity. The 'new pilot' they're sending is Charles Dunois. And just so you know, Dunois represents France's largest Infinite Stratos manufacturer," she shared, revealing crucial information.
"That's interesting. What else have you found?" Ichika pressed, suspecting there was more to the story.
"Matsu-san, I have this nagging feeling I'm being set up. Could you verify if this 'Charles Dunois' is actually coming to the school?" he requested, seeking confirmation.
"Not a problem at all, Ichika-tan. The internet's abuzz with rumors about this new 'male' pilot. Don't you ever go online?" Matsu's tone carried a hint of surprise.
"Given my school's environment, it's a bit challenging. So, you're suggesting Charles Dunois isn't male?" Ichika surmised, pondering the potential implications for his school.
"Exactly. I couldn't find any trace of Charles Dunois existing before this event—no birth records, medical history, or educational background. It's as if he appeared out of thin air," Matsu confessed, her frustration with being misled evident.
"So, am I right in thinking this person was fabricated for the current situation?" Ichika sought clarification, his skepticism growing.
"You're spot on, Ichika-tan. Your intuition is quite sharp. I did, however, stumble upon a Charlotte Dunois in my search, a name that sporadically surfaces," Matsu revealed, a significant piece of the puzzle.
The realization dawned on both simultaneously, "That must be this 'Charles'!"
Their conclusion about the 'male' Pilot being a mere publicity stunt highlighted their combined deductive prowess.
"Matsu-san, Minato was right about your intelligence," Ichika commended, feeling a genuine respect for her.
"Thank you, Ichika-tan. And you're more astute than you believe," Matsu responded, her praise sincere.
"Please extend my regards to Minato. With this information, I can proceed. Good evening, Matsu-san," Ichika concluded, ready to tackle the challenges ahead with new insight.
As the call ended, Matsu reflected on the conversation, intrigued by the unfolding mystery.
How would the date of Mina-tan and Kagari-tan have gone, and how would she ask her Ashikabi to repay the favor?
Meanwhile, Minato lay next to Kagari. Both of them were naked on the day they were born. Both had been drenched in sweat, among other bodily fluids.
Both were also exhausted, yet it was something that both had been wanting.
She was hot. Not just her body.
All of the Sekirei were beautiful in their respective way.
Her body inside was hot. She was so lovely to hug in the bed. She was a giant hot water bottle that made this excellent, and the room they requested was extremely cool.
Which made this feeling of their bodies pressed together so much nicer.
Minato wondered how Hayato must feel with Akitsu when they bumped uglies.
In a not-awkward fashion, they met the two when the Ashikabi of the South would do the same thing with the woman who was Kagari's sister. Yeah, not awkward at all.
Minato didn't ponder about it.
Hayato had repaid the debt. Looks like they were back now.
His nine Sekirei had been winged by him again; by the exception of Mutsu, they were all female.
And great, his thoughts went that way.
Shaking that thought off his head, Minato looked back to Homura. She glanced at him with her eyes twinkling.
He had seen that look on everyone. On Kusano, on Musubi, on Tsukiumi, hell. Even on Uzume, Kazehana, Matsu, and hell, even on Chiho.
But never on her.
It made Kagari look cute, in his opinion.
Not that he minded it.
They had spent one long day together. And damn, did they enjoy it.
"So ready to go again? I do want to do more." Kagari said as she moved her hips to connect with her Ashikabi. She pushed herself up as she felt his arousal growing.
Meeting the hot pot, Minato couldn't help but enjoy this feeling.
Kagari could ride him without too many issues, unlike the others in his harem.
That was one thing that the other big chest made hard to do. Chiho was expected from that, but the others had difficulty finding the right balance. More than often, they would land tits first on his face.
Not that Minato was against that. He liked to feel the soft mounds on his face. He got prepared for it when they landed.
That is why he preferred to have the girls underneath him.
They weren't allowed to ride him until they had found their balance. Musubi was the first, although errors often came over.
But seeing a girl riding him without fear of being crushed made this so much better.
While she wasn't going fast on him, they made it memorable by feeling each other up. His hands went to her breasts.
They were not as massive as the others, but he did not mind. Not when he could feel Kagari writhe in his lap.
Making his way up, they were now facing each other; they kissed each other, and Kagari could feel Minato holding off.
Always so considerate, this guy.
She wondered how he might have been her Ashikabi. The others, sure, she could see why every last one of them fit with Minato.
But for her life, she could not figure out why she did.
But they did somehow, and for all that was wrong with this world, the fire maiden could feel how pleasure was building up.
Oh, sure. She had done this multiple times, but still, it was something different from her Ashikabi. So when she did, she could feel how her pleasure ball was building up. It wasn't too long before she could feel the heat in her body and convulsing to the point that it was nearly painful for Minato.
With an arched back, Minato released his pleasure in her. When she was done, she fell back on him.
Minato kissed her when she came to her senses.
"You're too sweet," she said as Minato could only sheepishly laugh at her. Kagari was still struggling with her transformation.
"Hey, I'm your Ashikabi. I must take care of you. Like I do with everyone." The guy said as Kagari made her way closer to him and moved her arms around his neck.
Shaking her head, she could only wonder and think and question herself so many things.
"True, but I will not let others in my bed. I know you've done with the others when they are together." Minato only rolled his eyes at that. There were jabs from multiple guys on that.
Takano, Oosumi, Shigi Jin. All those guys had winged a single Sekirei and were often at the Inn to come over.
The four jabbed at Minato quite often.
They didn't know half of it.
The craziest Minato had ever gotten into (as they came to him) was with Kazehana, Musubi, Chiho, Uzume, and Matsu. Five women. That was way too wild for him.
After that, none of the Sekirei got any action for a week until he recovered.
Not just his organ. He was sure that the reserves he got down there were also gone.
So they had to wait. Kagari was the first to get any action after that.
"Indeed. And I am not going to stop it with you. I allow only you to see me naked. But in any case, I'm drained. So goodnight, my Ashikabi." Kissing him, she fell asleep. Cause they weren't moving, Minato decided to fall asleep as well.
He thought back on the day he had today. In the most frequent events, when Minato went on dates with his Sekirei, they hung out or went to restaurants or amusement parks.
When Kusano was not a part of it, they would end up with a bang. Most likely, it would be ending like this on this occasion.
Weirdest part this time?
It was Kagari who asked for her time with her Ashikabi.
It was unusual for the silver-haired person to ask for a day out with Minato. Not that he was opposed to it. He loved hanging out with each of his girls.
And because it would end with a bang, he did not mind it. He was off today as well, and his schoolwork had caught up.
As Minato and Kagari set out for their date, Minato was utterly taken aback by Kagari's choice of attire. Instead of something conventional, Kagari had decided to emulate Chiho's style, known for her white summer dresses paired with large sunhats.
Yet, Kagari's rendition of the outfit was undeniably more alluring than Chiho's ever could be.
Minato made a mental note to extend his gratitude to Uzume and Chiho for their influence on Kagari's fashion decision. The dress, sleeveless and perfectly contouring Kagari's form, offered a generous view of her cleavage, accentuated by a slim black belt and complemented by the large sunhat. Minato struggled to maintain composure, his heart racing and his throat dry.
"How do I look?" Homura inquired shyly, her eyes seeking his approval. Momentarily lost for words, Minato could only gape at her in awe.
"Beautiful," he finally managed to utter, feeling like he was in a dream. Kagari's smile in response was radiant, lighting up her features.
As he offered her his arm, which she gracefully accepted, they proceeded with their evening, leaving a memorable image in their wake.
Behind the scenes, Matsu couldn't contain her amusement at Minato's reaction. She had captured countless pictures, now reveling in the plethora of blackmail material at her disposal, her laughter bordering on hysteria. This moment was a goldmine.
For Kagari, the evening was shaping up more than she hoped. With Minato completely captivated, she knew she had him wrapped around her finger, ready to comply with her wishes wherever and whenever she desired.
Tsukiumi, on the other hand, observed the unfolding scene with a resigned sigh. The sting of jealousy, once sharp and unbearable, had dulled over time to a near-imperceptible throb. She might need to seek fashion advice from the unlikely duo herself.
Uzume couldn't suppress her giggles, finding amusement in the current situation for a particular reason. Chiho, visibly upset over Kagari's chosen attire, wore a pout that spoke volumes. Uzume, catching Tsukiumi's eye, found a shared moment of understanding between them. Without words, they both sighed, an unspoken agreement on the complexity of their emotions.
Musubi, ever oblivious to the subtleties of the situation, was overjoyed for Homura's newfound happiness. Kazehana, with a wistful smile, seemed lost in her thoughts, perhaps reminiscing or dreaming of her moments.
Kusano's innocent inquiry to Chiho about when "Big Brother and Big Sis" would return home brought a temporary focus to the group.
"Tomorrow, most likely, around noon, Ku-chan?" Chiho guessed, attempting to provide some assurance to the youngest among them. Chiho was seated in Uzume's lap, and Kusano's petite frame was practically at eye level, creating a picture of familial warmth.
Kazehana confirmed the speculation with a nod. "Yes, they'll cherish their time together," she remarked as the group moved back inside, perhaps to find solace in their shared space.
Meanwhile, Tsukiumi anticipated her own date, having expressed a desire for solitude in her outing, a wish that spoke to her need for personal space and reflection.
The undercurrent of longing for the school year to end resonated with them all, driven by a desire for privacy and intimacy with their beloved. Starting a family had become their paramount dream, imbuing their daily lives with purpose and anticipation.
In an exciting turn of events, Kagari led Minato out, a role reversal he welcomed without hesitation. Their first destination was a coffee shop, marking the beginning of what promised to be an eventful outing.
In recent weeks, finding time together has been challenging. Kagari's job kept her busy, and their schedules rarely aligned. Determined not to let their moments slip away, Minato seized the opportunity to connect deeply when Kagari was finally home. They chose a quiet, cozy coffee shop for their reunion, picking a secluded corner that promised privacy for conversation and flirtation.
They both opted for simplicity in their choice of drink—Minato with his milk, no sugar, and Kagari preferring her coffee black. "Any deviation and I'd notice during my shift. Plus, next year, our paths diverge with different courses," Kagari mused, prompting a curious look from Minato.
As he took a sip, Minato broached a sensitive topic. "Does this mean you're considering having kids soon?" he ventured, his voice tinged with curiosity and support.
Kagari's response came with a laugh, though it bore a hint of bitterness. "Yes, I've never pictured myself in this role, but I don't want to miss out. I, too, desire a child to experience what the others have," she confessed, her foot playfully escaping its shoe to graze against his leg. Minato, ever responsive to her touch, struggled to concentrate, his appreciation for her affection evident.
Acknowledging his sensitivity and propensity to reciprocate kindness, Minato subtly returned the gesture, allowing his foot to meet Kagari's leg in a delicate dance of mutual affection.
And damn, did she feel it. That was just great to feel on her body.
Sure, she was one hell of a sexy woman, but most of her focus came to her long, mature standing. Not the tits she had on her body. It was something she noticed with Minato.
With the others, except for Kusano, their upper assets were his main focus. It is easy to understand that most of his Sekirei were well endowed except for herself.
In her case, that was not so, but the legs were something she had taken from her transformation.
And for some reason, she enjoyed that she was the only one with the legs to show off. But during that time, there was not much said between them—just enjoying each other and the small stuff you can do without getting too far.
They didn't get too many looks, which was great given that neither wanted to see this.
It was something else with Musubi or Kazehana. Both were heavily fascinated by the idea of love and destiny.
Homura's past as a test subject had left her with a deep-seated cynicism, especially after the harrowing experiences orchestrated by Minaka during her time as a male.
This history drove her determination to find a female Ashikabi, a quest aimed at preserving her masculinity and avoiding the transformation that she ultimately underwent. Yet, fate had other plans, and she was winged by an Ashikabi who embraced her for who she was, change and all.
This acceptance allowed them to build a life together, despite Homura's reservations about getting too close to the others, fearing their teasing over her body.
Amidst these reflections, Kagari broached a subject close to her heart. "So, you're not going to say anything?" she probed, stirring her coffee while locking eyes with Minato, who couldn't hide his blush.
"What do you want me to say?" he replied, uncertainty lacing his voice.
"How long will you keep doing this, Minato? I'm talking about Ichika," Kagari pressed, her silver hair shimmering as she voiced her concerns.
Unlike the others, Kagari was straightforward about her desires, especially the prospect of starting a family. The idea of not just occasionally but consistently being intimate to conceive was on her mind, even if it meant joining the communal dynamics of their household.
"Kagari, I want to support Ichika, just as I have for all of you. I can't just turn my back on him; I owe him that much. You know how I am—I've been there for you, Uzume, Chiho-chan," Minato explained, his commitment unwavering.
Shaking her head, Kagari's affection for Minato deepened, even as she challenged his perspective. "Minato, you're missing the bigger picture. Yes, you can help him, but to what end? We don't know how this will unfold. It's not like the Sekirei Plan, with a clear conclusion."
Minato's gaze drifted to the window, lost in thought. "My life before all of this was devoid of meaning—a hollow existence. And now, here I am at Todai, married to only six but seven aliens and a human."
"Seven aliens and a human," Homura gently corrected a subtle reminder of their shared reality and the unconventional yet profound bonds they've formed.
"Alright, let's say eight, then. But honestly, my life has changed immeasurably for the better because of you and everyone else. I can't predict the future, but we're here to support you if Ichika needs our guidance and hasn't found his footing. Finding our place in Kagari isn't easy during the school year, but come summer, we'll have the chance to search properly. I, too, am eager for us to find our own space."
Kagari couldn't help but groan at Minato's attempt at levity. "Just because we're Sekirei doesn't mean you should make that kind of joke," she scolded, unimpressed by the bird-nest pun.
"Sorry, sorry," Minato chuckled, acknowledging the flop. "But on a serious note, if we were to have children, do you think they would inherit your abilities?"
Kagari took a moment to consider, her coffee momentarily forgotten. "Considering what we know from Seo's situation, it's a strong possibility. Though, I'd venture to say you'd make a far better partner and father than he could. Quite the irony, coming from me, isn't it?"
Minato let the jab slide, lost in thought over the implications of their potential future together.
Kagari had not only grown tits. She had switched down there in ways most plastic surgeons could imagine.
Her dick had disappeared, and it had grown a vagina in place. Minato did not ask how that all happened due to him and was happy not knowing it.
She had become a woman, and that was still something they had all come to terms with.
"I often find myself pondering what our children would be like. It's not just about their powers, Kagari, but their personalities. I'm curious about the kind of people they'll become," Minato mused, opening up about his thoughts on parenthood.
Kagari responded with a confident smirk. "Well, if they take after me, they'll be the epitome of cool and charisma, not to mention level-headed. I have no doubts our child will be exceptional."
"Considering I'd be the father, they will inherit some of my traits. That should balance things out a bit," Minato joked, lightly nudging the conversation.
"And you wouldn't be a tad jealous if we ended up having a boy, would you?" He couldn't resist teasing, watching Kagari's cheeks flush with embarrassment and mock indignation.
Her response, though sharp, carried an underlying warmth. "I just hope they pick up a few of my better habits," she countered, the thought of having a son bringing a complex mix of emotions. "But truly, if we have a boy, I expect he'll be just as you say—cool, level-headed. It's intriguing to think about how the dynamics with the other kids would play out."
Kagari's mind wandered through the possibilities, each thought tinged with affection and a hint of amusement.
Matsu's child, undoubtedly intelligent, might also inherit a streak of her playful perversity—a combination that promised both brilliance and chaos.
Kazehana's offspring, likely inheriting her flirtatious charm, would surely add a layer of light-hearted teasing to the mix, balanced by Minato's steadier traits.
Uzume's potential child, Kagari mused, would bring their unique flair, perhaps blending Uzume's resourcefulness with Minato's kindness.
The idea of the children navigating their relationships with one another, particularly avoiding the pitfalls of favoring the Ashikabi, sparked a complex web of hopes and fears in Kagari's heart. The thought of Chiho and Minato's child, a third-generation Ashikabi born from a lineage of strong Ashikabis, held the promise of extraordinary power and responsibility.
Such a child would inherit the strength of their lineage and the profound bond and legacy of their parents.
Musubi's potential offspring, embodying a mix of their parent's traits, could be intelligent and honor-bound like their father while inheriting Musubi's cheerful, somewhat airheaded, and optimistic personality. The blend of such characteristics in one child—or indeed, across all their children—presented a future filled with endless possibilities and challenges.
In Kagari's heart, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirled. The thought of bringing new life into their complicated but loving family was daunting, yet the potential for joy, growth, and the continuation of their unique legacy was undeniable.
As she pondered the futures of their yet-to-be-conceived children, Kagari found herself more resolved than ever to foster a home where each child, regardless of their quirks or powers, could thrive and be cherished.
Kagari contemplating discussing their family's future with her sister-wives reflects the shared bond and collective decision-making in their unique family structure.
Coordinating their efforts to expand their family over the summer presented both an opportunity and a challenge, especially with the logistical considerations of finding a suitable home in the capital's expensive real estate market.
Yet, their collective resolve and resources hinted at a promising path forward.
As Kagari mused over these plans, the moment between her and Minato deepened. The intimacy of their forehead touch and the meeting of their gazes spoke volumes of their deep connection.
An observing barista, accustomed to witnessing moments of young love, silently celebrated the beauty of their bond. Interactions like these added a layer of fulfillment to her work, a reminder of the simple yet profound joy that love brings.
The brief, tender kiss they shared was a testament to their affection, a moment that could have stretched into hours had time allowed.
However, reality beckoned, and they rose to continue their day. Minato took care of the bill, a small act that underscored his care for Kagari. Together, they entered the pleasant weather, ready to enjoy the rest of their day side by side.
As Kagari made her secretive pickup at the bookstore, Minato's imagination couldn't help but wonder.
Despite his concerns, he trusted her judgment, focusing instead on his quest among the shelves. His search wasn't just about any books; he needed specific titles for the semester, ones that had proven elusive until now.
Wandering through the aisles, Minato's persistence paid off as he finally stumbled upon the needed books.
These weren't just any editions but the hard-to-find copies that would surely make him the envy of his classmates.
He could almost hear their pleas for him to snag extra copies, a request he was more than willing to accommodate. Minato was not one to keep score over favors; however, he appreciated the mutual exchange of goodwill.
While immersed in his successful search, Minato encountered something—or rather, someone—that was becoming an increasingly common occurrence.
This familiarity within the bookstore added another layer of comfort to his academic pursuits, reminding him that amidst the chaos of life, there were constants and familiar faces to ground him.
The bookstore, a nexus of his academic life and personal growth, served as a reminder of the interconnectedness of his world. Here, knowledge met curiosity, and relationships intertwined with the quest for understanding. As he waited for Kagari, Minato reflected on the fate of these moments, finding contentment in the simple joys of life's unexpected encounters.
"Jin?" Minato recognized the familiar figure with black hair. Turning, he saw Jin Sokai, known for his victory over Junichi and being Yashima's Ashikabi. Jin's attire was casual, a black shirt adorned with graphics paired with jeans.
"Hey, Minato. Didn't expect to see you here," Jin greeted, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.
"What brings you to this place?" Minato inquired, noticing Jin holding a CD titled 'Hybrid Theory.'
"I'm on the hunt for rare CDs. Yashima has a taste for music that's hard to find around here. This one's a gift for her. You're here with one of your Sekirei, aren't you?"
Jin's gaze followed Minato's to Kagari, who was engrossed in browsing.
"Kagari enjoys reading, as do I. What about work? Got the day off?" Minato asked, shifting the topic back to Jin.
With a mischievous glint, Jin replied, "Yeah, the shop's dealing with a foam issue, so I'm unexpectedly free for a few days. I've been meaning to ask, is your offer to help with the MBI situation still on the table?"
Minato's curiosity piqued. "Looking for a new job?"
Jin shrugged a nonchalant gesture that belied deeper concerns. "The shop's undergoing renovations, and I'm anticipating some downtime. I like having a plan B, especially with Yashima in the picture."
Minato's expression shifted to intrigue, prompting Jin to elaborate on his life's approach.
"Listen, Minato; not everyone's cut out for your academic route. I had to choose between a third-rate college and finding steady work. My pride opted for the latter. I've lived like this for years—job to job, place to place. A drifter, you could say."
"Then, why have you decided to settle here now?" Minato inquired, seeking to understand Jin's sudden shift towards stability.
Jin's answer was straightforward, accompanied by a significant look. "I've got Yashima now, haven't I?" he said, prompting an understanding nod from Minato.
"Being her Ashikabi... it's more than just a title. It means I've got someone to protect and consider in all my decisions. You can't just drift around aimlessly anymore. Having her means stepping up, finding stable work—even if it means swallowing my pride."
Observing Jin, Minato recognized the depth of his commitment to Yashima. Jin's approach might not be as calculated as his own, but their underlying motive was identical: a sense of responsibility towards those they've bonded with.
"I'll speak to my mother about your job situation. It would be best if you came by sometime," Minato suggested, lighting up Jin's eyes with gratitude.
"That sounds great. I'll take you up on that," Jin replied, his smile infectious, drawing a mirrored grin from Minato.
As Minato reflected on Jin's unique path, he couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between Jin and the other Ashikabi they knew. Unlike the affluent Mikogami or Higa or the ronins like himself, Oosumi, and Shigi, Jin had always embraced his freedom, unbound by the expectations or directives of others.
Yet, with Yashima's entrance into his life, Jin faced a new kind of limitation that required a careful, considered approach.
Minato wondered, 'Would my life have taken a similar turn if circumstances had been different?'
Kagari's playful secrecy with her book purchase brought a chuckle to Minato, a light moment amidst their day together. As they prepared to leave the bookstore, Kagari suggested they leave the books behind for now, hinting at a surprise destination for the evening.
Minato, ever adaptable, found himself pulled along to a spot known for its late-night dining. This wasn't just any restaurant; it was a barbecue place, a secret haven that catered to Kagari's newfound meat cravings—a side effect of her physical transformation.
Minato couldn't help but feel relieved that Musubi wasn't with them this time. He fondly remembered a previous visit where Kagari and Musubi had turned their meal into an impromptu eating contest, much to the astonishment of the staff.
They had depleted the restaurant's meat reserves, a feat that left the cooks bewildered. Even Chiho, now healthier and able to enjoy food to its fullest, had surprised everyone with her appetite. Together, they had demolished three plates, Uzume teasing that Chiho was an unexpected heavyweight in their dining adventures.
Thankfully, their indulgence didn't lead to any discomfort, though Minato had braced himself for the aftermath, especially the bill. To his surprise, they received a discount, a gesture that hinted at the owner's generosity—or perhaps a tacit acknowledgment of their impressive patronage.
Reflecting on that memory, Minato appreciated the simple joys these moments brought, from Kagari's secretive smile to the communal laughter over a shared meal. Minato cherished these snapshots of life, filled with warmth and camaraderie, deeply, a reminder of the bonds that tied him to his Sekirei and friends.
The owner's fond look reminded them of their impact on those around them, a testament to the vibrant life they led together.
The restaurant owner, a friendly older gentleman with a neatly groomed mustache, approached their table. Dressed in a chef's vest and his hair tucked under a hairnet, he looked like someone who took pride in his establishment. The staff, a mix of neighborhood kids and his own children's friends added a familial touch to the atmosphere.
"As you know, we were facing a bit of a predicament with our meat stock being close to its due date. Thanks to your group's hearty appetites last time, we managed to avoid waste, hence the discount. Would it be alright to contact you in the future under similar circumstances?" he asked after explaining the reason behind their occasional discounts.
After receiving a couple of calls, Minato had become a valued customer, enjoying the benefits of loyalty discounts at this establishment they frequented for its excellent service and inviting ambiance.
"Hey there, kid," the owner greeted as he stopped by their table.
"Good afternoon," Minato responded, watching Kagari meticulously finish her ribs, a testament to her victory in their friendly eating competition with Musubi.
Observing Kagari's intense focus on her meal, the owner jested, "So, is this your sweetheart?" His lighthearted and teasing question elicited a helpless chuckle from Minato as Kagari momentarily paused her feast.
The owner's expression was a mix of amusement and curiosity. "She's not just a regular girl, huh? You've got quite the group of ladies around you. Alone today, you must be enjoying a bit of luck," he remarked, his tone a blend of jest and admiration.
Minato clarified with a smile, "Well, not exactly. She's a Sekirei, and I'm her Ashikabi."
The revelation seemed to amuse the owner further, his grin widening. "An Ashikabi, huh? And all those girls you've brought here, they're your Sekirei?"
Shaking his head, Minato pointed out, "Not all of them. The honey-blonde one with the hat, she's also an Ashikabi."
Laughing off the complexity of their group dynamics, the owner replied, "I can't keep track, my boy. Anyway, enjoy your evening," before heading back to the kitchen.
Grateful for the moments of connection and the advice exchanged with older and younger community members, Minato felt a sense of belonging. This place wasn't just about the food; it was about the relationships built around the table, a sentiment that made every visit all the more special.
After their hearty dinner, Kagari seemed to have plans that stretched beyond the warmth of the barbecue spot.
As the evening deepened, bringing no respite from the day's heat, Minato sensed their night was about to take an unexpected turn. Despite his inklings, nothing could have prepared him for Kagari's next move.
Standing before a bustling club, Minato felt a wave of reluctance. The lively scene before him was a far cry from his usual haunts, the kind that would have sent him scampering back to the safety of his home.
The choice between a quiet evening without the complications of sex and the pulsating energy of the club seemed simple enough, yet Kagari's encouraging smile nudged him toward the latter.
"You've spent so much time worrying about Ichika; it's time you let loose and have some fun yourself," Kagari urged her words carrying a mix of care and challenge.
Minato marveled at how effortlessly she navigated through the bustling crowd, leading them past the long line with an ease that left him with more questions than answers.
The club was precisely as Minato had imagined—loud music that vibrated through the air, strobe lights cutting through the darkness, and a crowd that moved as one to the rhythm of the night.
It was an environment that felt alien to him, starkly contrasting the calm and collected world he usually preferred.
Kagari, on the other hand, seemed to thrive in this chaos.
She moved with a confidence that suggested she was no stranger to the club scene, her energy matching the pulsating beats. Feeling like a fish out of water, Minato trailed behind her, his discomfort palpable.
Despite his initial hesitation, Minato recognized this as an opportunity to step out of his comfort zone, pushed gently by Kagari's insistence.
As he watched her blend into the crowd, he realized that sometimes, to understand the ones we care about truly, we must be willing to explore their worlds, no matter how foreign they might seem to us.
In another parallel universe.
As Kizuna Hida and Mattheus engaged in conversation, the ambiance was filled with the easy camaraderie of soldiers off-duty, sharing moments of leisure and personal interests.
"So, it's like a dance club, then?" Kizuna ventured, trying to grasp the concept Mattheus was hinting at.
Mattheus, shaking his head while focusing on the card game of "Wiepen," offered a clarification.
"Not exactly. Yes, there are lights and some spectacle, but it lacks the overwhelming heat of a club," he explained, skillfully playing his cards to disrupt Ichika's strategy.
Joel, unable to resist, chimed in with a playful challenge. "Oh, come on. You've got to show them the photo from last summer."
Yielding to the prompt, Mattheus retrieved his phone, unveiling an image that captured him and Joel in a vibrant, sun-drenched setting, eliciting grins from Ichika and Kizuna at Mattheus's unexpected tan.
"Ten hours under the relentless sun, without moving much or eating. We had our drinks, of course. But what I truly enjoy about concerts isn't just the ambiance; it's witnessing the artists at work. That's the real draw for me. That and the others around me," Mattheus shared, his enthusiasm for the live music experience evident.
Intrigued, Kizuna probed further. "You're a real big fan of those guys?"
With a nod, Mattheus's response was heartfelt. "Absolutely. There's something about dedicating yourself to a passion. I even took Natasha to see Sabaton live, opting for seats to enjoy the performance fully. It was an unforgettable evening. You all should experience it at least once."
His recommendation, though sincere, carried an undertone of regret, acknowledging the harsh reality that not all of them might have the chance to enjoy such live performances together again.
This acknowledgment cast a poignant shadow over the gathering, a reminder of the fleeting nature of their current respite amidst their extraordinary lives.
Back to Brave New World
In the pulsating heart of the club, Minato found himself navigating unfamiliar waters, his usual confidence replaced by a sense of unease amidst the thumping bass and swirling lights.
Kagari, on the other hand, seemed to merge seamlessly with the environment, her movements a blend of grace and allure that captured the attention of many—an attraction that transcended gender, drawing both men and women to her vibrant energy.
Kagari's undeniable confidence, a relic of her past life, set her apart. Her ability to command the room with her presence was something Minato couldn't help but admire, even as he struggled to find his rhythm beside her.
Yet, as the night progressed, Kagari's influence proved infectious, encouraging Minato to abandon his reservations and embrace the moment. Dancing together, they found harmony in their movements, a testament to their deepening connection.
However, the night took an unexpected turn when Minato stepped away, the call of nature briefly interrupting their shared revelry.
Upon his return, the scene that greeted him was one he hadn't anticipated. Kagari, surrounded by a flock of women, found herself the center of unwanted attention.
The situation escalated when one particularly inebriated woman made herself a bit too comfortable in Kagari's lap, a bold move that left Kagari visibly flustered.
This was a new challenge for Kagari; despite her history as a host and her inherent confidence, navigating the advances of other women was uncharted territory.
Her discomfort, while endearing to Minato, also sparked a protective instinct in him. Seeing someone infringing on Kagari's personal space and disregarding her boundaries tested Minato's patience.
The evening had promised a chance for Minato to step out of his comfort zone, embrace the unfamiliar, and see Kagari in a new light. Yet, it also underscored the complexities of their relationship and the unexpected situations they would navigate together.
As Minato prepared to intervene, he realized that this night was about more than just dancing; it was about understanding, supporting, and protecting each other, no matter the setting.
"Just one kiss, what's the harm in that?" the drunk woman slurred, her intentions clear.
Kagari, maintaining her composure, replied, "I don't think my partner would appreciate that." Despite the situation, she couldn't help but internally affirm Minato's appeal far surpassed the woman's.
The woman, undeterred, pushed further. "Oh, your partner? Darling, I'll make you forget all about him."
A smirk tugged at Kagari's lips. "Well, that'd be quite the feat, considering I'm also a woman. And the man I'm with is right behind you."
Turning to find Minato, the woman and her friends encountered his steely gaze. Though no flames danced in his eyes, the intensity of his displeasure was palpable. His arms were crossed, his stance firm—a clear signal of his protective instincts.
Kagari, gently extricated from the awkward situation by Minato, addressed the surrounding women gracefully. "I'm sorry, but I'm already with someone very special to me."
Her words were a tender affirmation of her bond with Minato, who, in turn, sealed their connection with a kiss that left no room for doubt in the onlookers' minds.
Minato's indifference to the spectators' reactions was stark. Fueled by adrenaline and the night's earlier libations, he led Kagari away, his protective demeanor shifting to deep affection. The intensity of their reunion—marked by hugs and kisses—underscored the strength of their relationship.
When he let Kagari go, the girl could only blush and smile at him.
"Calmed down?" She asked as her hands fumbled at his pants. He was letting her take care of this, and he was not complaining once he felt the experience seep into how his Flame Sekirei blew him.
In the meantime, his hands went around, taking off the dress he was wearing, and with a shrug of the shoulders, her upper body was naked. She helped him further while her hands got down the dress.
Minato felt how his pants came off as she undressed him. His shirt was also going off, but that was by his hands. He just saw her body and laid back, enjoying the view as he saw Kagari continue her sucking. It was not intensified. She took her time and built up his pleasure.
Minato didn't like quick fixes; he enjoyed the fact that his Sekirei took their time on him, and he returned that favor two-fold. And here, Kagari understood that the amount of gratitude she gave him would be repaid to her.
With her tits pressing on the base of his crotch, Minato couldn't help but grit his teeth. She was sure to enjoy the amount of time she got here from him. Minato began to thrust in her mouth. It was just a sign that he was nearing his peak, and for some reason, Kagari didn't let go as she could feel hot and warm stuff going down her throat.
When she let go, she could only smile. Laying back, she made clear what she wanted. Minato didn't hesitate one bit and took his place between her legs. Pressing his lips against her lower ones, a soft kiss came out, and Kagari couldn't help but moan at what he did there.
Using two fingers, he paid deep attention to what she liked, and the noises made him go drunk on that.
It was better than alcohol.
Kissing, sucking, and drinking in the feelings that came out, Minato was sure to repay his Sekirei, and they had enjoyed that.
Kagari, especially as she felt the pressure building up in the loins. She had hoped to get off by actual sex, but that was not her decision to make.
Minato didn't let go of her and pressed closer to her vagina. When his tongue penetrated her core, Kagari could feel a soft burn going through her body.
That was the thing with her. All of his Sekirei had a couple of ways to react to an orgasm.
She either exploded or felt embers in her body smolder. When he laid back, he wiped the rest of his body and smiled at her.
If it was not in her, it could be innocent. Pressing a kiss on her forehead, Minato laid over the Sekirei, and his dick was where she wanted him the most.
Laying under him made her feel wanted, and soft thrushes were made.
They could have gone riding harsh movements or rocking their bodies. But that was not needed now. They could feel their bodies slowly colliding. Pinning on the last sister that her tour on him, Kagari didn't mind it.
Like Minato, she was patient. When he pulled her up, she sat in his lap. The position was great for kissing, and from the graphic stories, Minato had done it often with Chiho. The other had bodies that didn't lean themselves well for that.
Her legs that were so well for this had now ways of moving. Due to her gravity center not based around her tits, Minato couldn't help but enjoy how her legs moved in ways the others couldn't.
Musubi had an excellent balance due to being a close-range fighter, and with her more diminutive stature and fighting, she could be pulled into his lap and do this.
Chiho, as well.
But now, he could feel the grind against her. Minato was sure they wouldn't finish simultaneously, but when he looked at Kagari, she was lost in lust, and he was sure that if he kept this up.
Ah, there it was, her release gushed over him.
He wasn't too far behind her and came inside her. When he pulled out, he couldn't help but smile at her. Collapsing at the bed, Minato was sure this was not the only time they would have sex here. But for now, some rest was needed.
Back in the Inn
Miya's evening retreat with Takehito offered her a moment of introspection as she passed Minato's room. Noticing his absence yet seeing the girls gathered there, she couldn't help but shake her head gently, a mix of amusement and resignation in her gesture.
Miya had always been the pillar of strength and authority within the house, her rules shaping the environment in which they all coexisted.
Yet, she understood the natural gravitation of the Sekirei towards their Ashikabi, accepting these moments of closeness as long as her primary rule was upheld.
To her, the sight of the girls seeking comfort in each other's presence, even in Minato's absence, was a reminder of their deep bonds, a testament to the family they had become under her roof.
But tonight, Miya's focus narrowed to the anticipation of time spent with Takehito. The thought of having him to herself, free from the responsibilities and the watchful eyes that governed her days, brought a smile to her face—a smile of private yearnings and the simple, yet profound, joy of companionship.
Her thoughts wandered to the quiet intimacy they would share, a rare respite in their lives intertwined with the destinies of the Sekirei and their Ashikabi.
For Miya, these moments were a cherished escape, a return to the simplicity of being just Miya and Takehito, unburdened by the weight of her role as the guardian of the inn and the enforcer of its rules.
As she slipped into the room with Takehito, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a mutual desire to set aside the world outside and find solace in each other's presence.
These moments have reminded Miya of the life they had built together, a life filled with challenges and responsibilities, love, and moments of quiet happiness. In Takehito's arms, Miya found the warmth of physical closeness and the reaffirmation of their bond, a connection that had weathered storms and stood as a testament to their shared journey.
They didn't have to talk before they did what they both wanted. Miya could feel her husband going in and out of her, her body convulsing on the sex. The pleasure she felt, the embarrassing parts of her. The whole feeling she had came out.
She could only help and enjoy the feeling of being this.
The Pilar of the Sekirei. The one in the ship.
Now, nothing more than just an ordinary woman underneath a man.
A human male.
It was a godsend she could not be winged.
Or this wouldn't happen.
In the end, both were satisfied and laid next to each other. Spooned by her husband, she could only feel her arms around him.
In the quiet of their shared space, a moment of vulnerability unfolded between Miya and Takehito, marked by Miya's contemplative silence and the comforting presence of her husband.
"Miya. What's on your mind?" Takehito inquired, his voice laced with concern, prompting Miya to confront her internal turmoil.
"It's just... Sahashi," she began, the name heavy with unspoken thoughts. Takehito's gentle nudge prompted her to use a more familiar term, "Minato," acknowledging the closeness that had developed over time.
"Minato's frequent conversations with Ichika have me pondering. How can Ichika rely so heavily on Minato, a figure absent for years, while his sister, Chifuyu, remains by his side?" Miya mused, her thoughts wandering through the complexities of human connections and familial bonds.
Takehito, the source of warmth and understanding, couldn't help but tease, "Oh, is this about Chifuyu having a soft spot for me?" His words, light-hearted on the surface, touched on deeper strands of their shared history with the Orimura family.
Miya's response, a sigh rather than her usual strict demeanor, revealed the depth of her reflection. "Minato and I share a history with that family, remnants of our past connections."
As they settled into the comfort of each other's presence, Takehito suggested, "Perhaps it's time for a conversation—not with Minato, but among those of us who remember, who were there."
His voice carried the weight of seriousness, recognizing the need to address the past and its lingering shadows.
Miya agreed, aware that the task would not be as daunting as it seemed. Within their home lived two individuals linked to that bygone event, though the significance of the Orimura name seemed lost to memory.
This realization prompted Miya to consider bringing these forgotten threads to light, weaving them into the tapestry of their current lives to honor their shared history and the intricate web of relationships that connected them all.
Miya's resolve was firm as she contemplated the necessary steps to safeguard the future of Minato and Ichika, two individuals unwittingly entangled in a complex web of past events and affiliations.
The acknowledgment that one of the key figures was aboard a spaceship beyond her immediate reach provided a slight relief.
Another pivotal player was elsewhere, spared from Miya's wrath only by their absence. These distances, however, did not deter her; they merely streamlined her focus towards those she could readily approach.
Contacting Mutsu was straightforward, given his presence in the city and Ashikabi. Having recently regained strength, the last individual would undoubtedly be less enthusiastic about the reunion.
Takami, known for her resilience and tendency to shoulder burdens alone, would likely resist revisiting a past she had tried to distance herself from.
Yet, Miya's determination was unyielding, fueled by a conviction that some truths, however painful, needed to be confronted head-on.
The prospect of involving Minato in unraveling these threads of history was fraught with risk. Miya understood the weight of what they were up against.
The shadows of their shared past harbored secrets and dangers that threatened to repeat themselves, ensnaring Minato and Ichika in a cycle of events they had no part in creating.
The very thought of it spurred Miya into action, driven by a protective instinct and a deep-seated belief in rectifying the wrongs of yesteryears.
Those responsible for the dark chapters of their history had a duty to ensure that history would not repeat itself with Minato and Ichika.
The mistakes, the oversights, and the decisions that led to turmoil could not be allowed to touch them.
Miya's resolve was clear: she would do whatever it took to shield them from the echoes of a past that sought to claim their futures. In her heart, Miya held onto the hope that, through their efforts, Minato and Ichika would continue to forge accessible paths from the burdens of legacies they were never meant to bear.
Line break. The next morning
The morning at Ichika's school began with an unexpected announcement from Maya, "Alright, everyone, please welcome our new transfer student." As the figure walked in, the classroom erupted into an excited buzz, the appearance of the blond 'young man' sparking immediate interest.
After a moment of frantic chatter, the room quieted enough for the newcomer to introduce himself. "Hello, everyone. My name is Charles Dunois, and I've just transferred here from France. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Ichika hadn't anticipated the level of noise his classmates could reach, but the uproar that followed Charles's introduction proved him sorely mistaken.
Amid the chaos, a thought struck him with undeniable clarity: 'There's no way she's deceiving anyone with that disguise. If I can see through it, Chifuyu definitely can.' A quick exchange of knowing glances with his sister confirmed his suspicion. 'She's onto her as well,' he realized, though Chifuyu chose to remain silent for the time being.
Attempting to restore some semblance of order, Maya intervened, "Please, settle down. We have practical matches with Class 2 shortly, so let's prepare to move out."
Ichika, feeling responsible and curious about Charles, found the so-called French pilot approaching his table. "You're the other male pilot, aren't you?" Charles inquired a hint of camaraderie in his voice.
With a resigned sigh, Ichika responded, "We can discuss that later. For now, we need to hurry to our match." Seizing the moment, he grasped Charles's hand, leading her away from the curious eyes of their classmates.
As they escaped, Ichika couldn't help but reflect on the added complexity Charles's arrival brought to his already tumultuous life.
Now, not only did he have to navigate his challenges, but he also found himself in the unexpected role of protector and guide for Charles. It seemed his journey was set to become even more intricate and demanding—a testament to the unpredictable nature of his existence.
Chapter 9 had several words, so I kept this as a single one, unlike the previous ones.
I hope you all are enjoying this rewrite so far.
The idea isn't over yet. We are not even halfway through.
Saluut.
