We are at chapter 10 this Sunday. I'm wondering how much I can get done. It's going to take longer than I had guessed, but well, if I had to do this manually, again, it would take months.

Time that I don't have.


Could it be it's the end of our world?

All the things that we cherish and love

Nothing left but to face this all on my own

'Cause I am the chosen one


Original upload date.

Chapter 10: 31/08/2019

Chapter 11: 28/09/2019


Ichika dragged Charles along, the new 'guy' having no idea what was unfolding, but Ichika's urgency sent shock waves through him.

"What's going on?" Ichika couldn't help but flash a sarcastic smile. "Well, we're the only guys in this school. And those girls... let's say they're keen to 'play' with us. Not that I'd mind, but if we don't make it to the locker room in time, we're in for quite the ordeal."

That's when the cheering from the girls erupted, and Charles grasped what Ichika meant. A multitude of girls chased them, shouts for photos echoing behind them.

Gasping for breath, yet driven by an innate advantage, Ichika couldn't bear to leave Charles behind, though he aimed to avoid making a scene.

"This happens often?" Charles managed, catching on to Ichika's hint.

"In a way, yes. You get the hang of how things work around here?" Ichika said, noting Charles's gulp.

"I'll give you some space. Doubt you'd want me looming over you while you change," Ichika remarked, hitting the nail on the head with Charles's discomfort.

'How did he know? My real gender was supposed to be a secret.' Yet, Charles wasn't too bothered to linger on it.

Despite his disdain for deceit, Ichika wasn't about to cause a stir. In the brief time they'd known each other, Charles—or Charlotte—proved quite the enigma.

As Ichika changed, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at Charles's transformation.

'Record time for a girl to change. Might need to ask Matsu for a photo; this is one for the books,' he thought, noting the uncomfortable fit of Charles's attire, particularly around the chest.

Sporting a cut top that revealed her navel and shorts that exposed her legs, Charles's outfit was, in some ways, more suited than his, accented with shades of orange.

"We should hurry. The teacher's pretty strict about punctuality," Ichika mentioned as they left the locker room, heading to the arena to join their class.

Finding their teacher in gym attire leading the class, Ichika sighed inwardly.

'Why does she get to wear that while I'm stuck in this?'

"For this class, we'll have a demonstration first. Therefore, Huang and Alcott," Chifuyu announced, her voice commanding immediate attention from the room. The girls snapped to attention, their focus sharpening.

His sister wasn't just a teacher but also a drill sergeant in demeanor. "Yes," came the reluctant agreement from the named students.

"You two with personal units should be able to get going right away," Chifuyu commanded, though Huang and Alcott showed little enthusiasm for the task.

Chifuyu, picking up on their lackluster response, pressed further. "You two, show some motivation. You might even be able to show off. Especially for him." Ichika, upon hearing this, looked that, if capable, would have incinerated Chifuyu on the spot. Extra crispy.

'Can you not throw me under the bus? Thanks, teach,' he thought, exasperated yet silent.

Her words, however, did the trick, igniting a fire in both students. Their motivation—and, inadvertently, their egos—swelled noticeably.

Ichika had learned to zone out whenever they started boasting, his sister's intentions clear to him. He knew her well enough to recognize that whatever she had planned would not end well for them.

"So, who am I fighting? I think that Rin would make a good opponent. It might be too easy," Cecilia boasted, hands confidently placed on her hips.

Rin, arms crossed, retorted with equal confidence, "Right back at you. You'll be the one crying."

The two had unresolved issues. Ichika found himself wondering, 'Where was that damned shrimp when you needed him?'

"You two, don't be hasty idiots. After all, your opponent will be—" Chifuyu's declaration was interrupted by a scream from above. Recognizing the voice as Maya's, Ichika braced for what was next.

"Our assistant homeroom teacher, huh? That's... interesting. But does she even know how to pilot this thing?" Ichika pondered, his curiosity piqued as the figure descended chaotically.

The woman's green hair fluttered wildly as she maneuvered the machine, starkly contrasting the mechanical beast she struggled to control. "Out of the way!" she yelled, her tone laced with embarrassment.

Her descent was anything but graceful, crashing down near Ichika. He barely had a moment to react, let alone move to safety.

As the dust settled, the onlookers from both classes were visibly intrigued by the spectacle. Ichika found himself in an unexpected position, lying atop the assistant homeroom teacher in a tangle of limbs and confusion.

Ichika couldn't recognize immediately that he had landed on top of her.

It was a matter of what part of luck he landed on that he was giving her tits a good squeeze.

She had an excellent pair of tits, so for him, it couldn't hurt to test it out. It could be seen as fair compensation for all the shit he had been put through.

Caught in the whirlwind of the moment, Ichika's immediate concern was their awkward entanglement. "Ms. Yamada, was that essential?" he inquired, his voice tinged with embarrassment as he scrambled to disentangle himself from her.

"Well, ehm. This is a bit direct. But you can't do that. Otherwise, Ms. Orimura will become my sister-in-law." The words hung in the air, awkward and heavy with implication.

Ichika's response was a meek attempt to deflect; his cheeks tinged with a blush as he struggled to process the unexpected declaration. It was just his luck, caught in a situation as bizarre as this.

He looked up sharply. "What gave you that idea? Besides, teach, what were you thinking, crashing down like that?" His instincts kicked in, prompting him to duck just in time to avoid being hit by deadly lasers.

Turning his attention to Cecilia, who wore a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, Ichika couldn't hide his disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? You could have killed me."

"That's a shame. I missed," she replied, her tone light but her intention clear. Ichika was left wondering about her motivations and whether she truly understood the gravity of her actions.

As he turned away, pondering his next move, the thought of fleeing crossed his mind. Belgium seemed like a peaceful enough refuge. If only there were someone he could turn to or who could pull him back from the disaster.

In a parallel universe, another one than the one we have already visited before.

Before anyone could further explore this new realm, a voice echoed from above, full of urgency. "Get out of the way!"

Joel, ever the smartass despite his young age of 12, couldn't help but announce, "Incoming!" with a mix of excitement and warning.

They all stepped back just in time as their co-homeroom teacher made a rather dramatic entrance, impacting the ground with force.

Mattheus, ever vigilant, quickly pulled Ichika and Kizuna back, saving them from being caught in the fallout.

He hoisted the two boys by the scruff of their necks, allowing them a safe vantage point from the crater's edge. As dust clouded the air, obscuring their view, they waited for it to settle before assessing the situation.

Once the dust cleared, it was evident that Mattheus had ensured Ichika and Kizuna's safety, positioning them just outside the crater's reach.

"Little bit direct, Ms. Yamada. That could have gone not good. If you're that desperate for his attention, talk to him," Joel quipped, unable to resist the opportunity for a smart remark. Ichika and Kizuna felt the firm grip of Mattheus pulling them back, a silent acknowledgment of Joel's brazen commentary.

"Joel, you little—" The ensuing profanity, left unfinished, caused everyone to blush as Joel darted away, his grin wide and unrepentant.

"Thanks for the save, Mattheus," the two boys expressed their gratitude, standing up and dusting themselves off. Mattheus merely grunted, his expression one of annoyance mixed with the restrained urge to chase after Joel.

And yet, in another parallel universe

Mattheus faced an unexpected challenge. As he looked up, a voice rang out sharply, "Get out of the way." While Houki and most others quickly dodged, Mattheus wasn't quite as fortunate. He barely moved aside in time, bracing himself for what was coming.

The onlookers, including Chifuyu, Houki, Charles, Rin, and Cecilia, watched in disbelief. Mattheus stood at the very edge of the crater, exhaling a sigh of relief that he hadn't been swallowed by it.

"Man, that was close," he muttered, a sentiment echoed by Chifuyu's astonished expression. It was a mystery to all how he remained unscathed by the impact, having done nothing but brace himself.

Seizing the moment of shock, Mattheus quickly activated his spears. He sent one part flying towards Ichika with precise control while retaining the other with his machine.

"Ichika, hold on," he called out, and Ichika nodded in response. Maya, from below, was swiftly pulled to safety by Mattheus's timely intervention.

The spear of Rin and the shots from Cecilia narrowly missed their intended target, thanks to Mattheus's quick thinking.

"Thank you, brother," Ichika expressed his gratitude as Mattheus pulled him up to safety. Mattheus could only grin at the girls' reaction, frustrated by their missed opportunity. "Any time, my friend, any time," he reassured, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

As Maya clambered out of the crater, Ichika turned to her in surprise. Ever so casual, Mattheus slipped his hands into his pockets, surveying the scene before him.

His attention then shifted to a particular detail. "Is that a Rafale Revive basic?" he inquired, noting the machine's design with interest.

Charles and the others gathered around, curious about the conversation. "Yeah, it's a machine made by my father's company. I am surprised, though; Belgium doesn't have pilots," Maya responded, adding to the intrigue.

Mattheus nodded.

Back to the BNW universe.

Ichika found himself questioning his past actions, wondering what he could have done in a previous life to land himself in such a predicament.

The spear hurled by Rin confirmed it—Rin and Cecilia were utterly insane.

No, it wasn't just them.

The entire school was insane.

The entire fucking Infinite Stratos shit was beyond insanity.

The spearheaded straight for him, promising a grim end as a human shish kebab. Just his luck, he mused bitterly.

But then, unexpectedly, two shots from a firearm—not aimed at him—halted the spear's deadly flight. The frostiness behind her glasses gave away Yamada's awareness of her precise intervention.

"Orimura, are you hurt at all?" The icy demeanor dissolved, replaced by the shy, concerned teacher they knew.

If it weren't for the imminent danger he had just escaped, Ichika might have marched up to her and expressed his gratitude in the most direct way possible. He would kiss her full on the lips.

Thanks to her timely action, he had dodged death and injury. This was one story he could share with Minato, a rare positive note amid chaos. He was sure Minato would appreciate hearing it.

The girls, witnesses to this sudden turn of events, were visibly taken aback by the teacher's decisive action.

He could tell Minato there was at least one good thing about this whole affair.

"I'm fine. Thanks a lot, sensei," Ichika said gratefully, still reeling from the near-miss.

Chifuyu surveyed the scene, her gaze sharp and calculating. "Where were you, sis, when I'd get mauled? Don't mouth off at Yamada-sensei," Ichika asked, a hint of bitterness laced with his relief.

Yamada-sensei, momentarily the center of attention, humbly downplayed her skills. "Yamada-sensei is a former national representative candidate. She could shoot like that every day, any day," Chifuyu announced, pride evident in her voice.

"Yeah, but that was years ago. And I didn't get much further," the teacher replied, scratching her head, her modesty contrasting sharply with her demonstrated prowess.

Chifuyu then turned her steely gaze to Rin and Cecilia, who had taken to the skies, readying themselves for a confrontation. "You two little runts. Get this show on the road," she commanded, her authority unquestionable.

"Hold on. Two against one?" Cecilia, the designated sniper, questioned the fairness of the match.

"That's a little too overkill," Rin said, backing her teammate.

The look on Chifuyu's face was one Ichika had come to fear—and loathe. The smugness and the sheer confidence she exuded made him yearn for the day he'd see her humbled.

"I wouldn't be too worried. You two are going down in the state you are now," Chifuyu taunted, stoking the flames of their rivalry. Cecilia and Rin bristled at the challenge, their pride wounded, their resolve hardened.

Ichika, witnessing their indignation, felt a stir of empathy, quickly quashed by the memory of his peril at their hands. 'Let them taste their own medicine,' he thought, a vengeful part of him rising to the surface.

With the tension palpable, Chifuyu raised her hand, signaling the commencement of the duel. "Ready. Begin." At her command, the three combatants launched into action.

Rin and Cecilia, fueled by their bruised egos, unleashed a barrage of attacks, their machines whirring and weapons gleaming under the artificial lights. Ichika, though not a participant, watched intently, aware of the stakes and the skill on display.

The arena became a blur of motion and energy, the sound of machinery clashing against machinery, the occasional burst of gunfire, and the whistling of Rin's spear cutting through the air. The spectators, their breaths held, were treated to a spectacle of speed, agility, and raw power, a testament to the warriors' training and their machines' capabilities.

As the battle raged, Ichika couldn't help but marvel at the precision and determination of each fighter, their movements a dance of death and defiance. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a method, a strategy unfolding, each participant seeking the upper hand in this high-stakes game.

The moment Cecilia acted, launching her drones into the fray, it was clear this was no mere demonstration. Maya's response was almost balletic, a display of evasive maneuvers born from seasoned experience. Rin, not to be outdone, unleashed the power of her canon. The first shot whizzed harmlessly by, but the second was met with a deft block, showcasing the high stakes of this aerial ballet.

Chifuyu, ever the strategist, turned her attention to Charles. "Dunois. Describe the Infinite Stratos that Ms. Yamada is using," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. Charles, despite a moment's hesitation born from discomfort, complied. It was, after all, the prudent choice.

"Yes," Charles began, gathering his thoughts. "Ms. Yamada's IS is the Rafale Revive, a masterpiece created by the Dunois Company. It stands at the pinnacle of second-generation models, with specifications that rival even those of the initial third-generation models."

Above them, the clash of titans unfolded, with Maya, Cecilia, and Rin exchanging blows. The sky was their stage, but for all their efforts, the stalemate persisted.

"Among the currently mass-produced models, it's the latest and third-best-selling globally," Charles continued his voice a mix of pride and reluctance. "Its versatility is unmatched, capable of being easily configured for close range, long range, or defense."

But Cecilia and Rin's focus waned, leading to their inadvertent collision. Seizing the moment, Maya deployed her next tactic: a Grenade Launcher, a choice that spoke to the pragmatism of warfare rather than the finesse of Infinite Stratos combat.

The grenade launched with deadly precision, and the ensuing explosion swept Cecilia and Rin from the sky, their machines entangled in a graceless plummet to the ground.

The aftermath was a scene of chaos, the two pilots lying amidst the debris of their pride, a crater marking the epicenter of their downfall.

Ichika watched with mixed emotions, a part of him taking grim satisfaction in the sight. In contrast, another, darker part wished for a different outcome that might have spared him future confrontations with his sister.

The thought was fleeting, a testament to the complex web of feelings and rivalries that defined their world.

A crater in the ground, a testament to the fierce battle and bruised egos, was all that remained.

"I never thought I'd lose like that," Cecilia lamented, her pride wounded by the unexpected defeat.

"You gotta stop being so predictable," Rin retorted, only to receive a blunt reminder of her tactics. "Rin. You're one to talk. You shouldn't shoot that much at random," she was reprimanded, reflecting her haphazard approach.

As Maya landed gracefully, joining the gathered students, Chifuyu stepped forward to address the aftermath of the skirmish.

"You've seen what your instructor can do and at what level she is. Be sure to address her with respect," she instructed, emphasizing the lesson to be learned from their encounter.

Ichika, wishing fervently that the ordeal was over, found no such luck.

"Next, we'll train in groups—the ones with a personal unit. You guys are the leaders. Split up," Chifuyu announced, setting the stage for the next phase of their training.

Ichika's silent plea for his sister to take charge of forming the groups went unheard as he was quickly surrounded by girls eager to train under his guidance.

Charles, too, found himself the focus of similar attention, highlighting their perceived prowess and leadership qualities.

Ichika managed to gather a few girls for his group, but with its twisted sense of humor, fate ensured Houki was among them.

The hours spent reading and video chatting with Minato, dissecting tactics and strategies for operating the Infinite Stratos, now seemed like a premonition of the challenges he would face.

Chifuyu, not content to merely supervise, took a proactive role and formed a small group of her own, demonstrating her commitment to teaching and perhaps revealing the deeper motivations behind her choice of profession.

Now, tasked with leading his group and ensuring each member could competently pilot their IS, Ichika couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility. It was a daunting task that would test his patience and teaching ability to their limits.

"Just my luck," he muttered, resigned to the challenge ahead. Yet, within this challenge lay an opportunity—to grow, lead, and prove himself as a pilot and mentor.

Although Ichika's interest waned as Aikawa Kiyoka began to speak, his inherent politeness prevented him from interrupting her. He allowed her to share her thoughts, maintaining a respectful demeanor as she prepared to enter the Infinite Stratos.

As he observed her getting ready, Ichika couldn't help but reflect on the design of the IS units. To an onlooker, the IS might appear to be a complete robot, with its arms, legs, and significant back portions thoroughly covered in robust armor.

However, a closer inspection revealed a stark reality: the pilot's body was not fully encased in protective armor. This design choice left significant portions of the pilot exposed and, ostensibly, vulnerable.

'Why the hell is so little protected?' he mused quietly, puzzled by the apparent design oversight.

The IS, a marvel of technology and engineering, seemed to prioritize mobility and agility over comprehensive defense. This design philosophy suggested a strategic decision to favor offensive capabilities and pilot maneuverability, possibly at the expense of direct protection.

The lack of complete armor coverage raised questions about the balance between protection and performance in IS design. It highlighted the inherent risks pilots faced, underscoring the importance of skill and agility in IS combat.

To Ichika, this observation was a stark reminder of the challenges and dangers of piloting such advanced machinery.

Better yet, where were the tits on display? Those were tightly snugged around her—just his luck.

Navigating the intricacies of his situation, Ichika longed for the presence of other male peers.

The dynamics of the all-girls school and the unique challenges of piloting Infinite Stratos units often left him feeling isolated in a sea of unfamiliarity.

Yet, despite this longing, he refocused on the task at hand, recognizing the moment's importance for Aikawa Kiyoka.

The young girl, visibly shaken by nerves, approached the formidable task of engaging with the Infinite Stratos. To Ichika's observant eyes, her anxiety was palpable, yet it did not deter her spirit. Her initial trepidation gave way to a surprising adeptness as she stepped into the machine.

Despite her nerves, Aikawa managed to navigate the complexities of the IS unit, moving it with a proficiency that belied her earlier apprehension. Her performance, while not flawless, was commendable, especially considering the daunting nature of the task.

However, the moment's tension proved overwhelming, and shortly after demonstrating her newfound proficiency, Aikawa disembarked from the unit, her chest heaving with rapid breaths as she attempted to calm her racing heart.

Ichika watched, offering silent support, understanding the monumental effort it took to face one's fears so directly.

Turning away from Aikawa's effort to regain composure, Ichika's gaze found Houki.

"But I can't get into the cockpit," Houki admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.

Ichika barely suppressed a groan, which inevitably escaped when Maya intervened. "Orimura-kun, could you please assist her?" The request, coupled with the twitch of his eye, betrayed his reluctance.

"Eh, how should I do that?" Ichika's query was genuine, even as Houki turned away, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

"Well, please activate your Byakushiki," Maya suggested a straightforward solution.

With a resigned sense of duty, Ichika complied, activating his machine, albeit with a lingering question. "And what do you expect me to do with me?" Houki inquired, her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on Ichika with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

The task at hand was straightforward yet awkward for all involved. "He's got to lift you into the cockpit," Maya clarified, her tone oblivious to the discomfort her instructions caused.

The prospect of physically lifting Houki and the inherent awkwardness of their suits sent a ripple of disbelief through the group. "Oh, come on. Yamada-sensei, you can't be serious," Ichika protested, his discomfort mirrored by Houki's retreat behind the machine.

"He's gotta lift me?" Houki echoed, disbelief lacing her words.

Seeking a resolution to the escalating awkwardness, Ichika's patience waned. "Houki, can we not play games? Please, just come here," he urged his tone a mix of exasperation and concern.

When Houki remained hesitant, Ichika took the initiative. Gliding up to her, he gently scooped her into his arms, adopting a bridal style carry that seemed to transport Houki into a state of dreamy acceptance momentarily.

"See? Not so bad. Now, you know what to do next, right? Activate, walk, and switch," Ichika instructed as he carefully positioned her by the cockpit.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Houki took the final steps into the machine, her earlier hesitation giving way to determination as she prepared to pilot the Infinite Stratos.

"Hey, Ichika. For lunch today, do you already have plans?" Houki inquired, her anticipation barely contained as she stepped closer.

Ichika, taken aback by the sudden interest, replied with a shake of his head, "Not really. Why do you ask?"

The question seemed to ignite a spark in Houki, her excitement palpable. "Well, why don't you join me for lunch then?" she suggested, her eyes gleaming with hope.

Ichika gave it a moment's thought before responding. " Charles invited me to have lunch on the roof with him," he explained, instantly watching Houki's expression change from hopeful to frustrated.

Houki's disappointment was evident but didn't deter her from pressing her invitation further.

However, she wasn't alone in her quest for Ichika's company. Rin and Cecilia, upon catching wind of the lunch plans, extended their invitations, each marked by a growing sense of rivalry.

The air became thick with tension as the girls voiced their displeasure, their expressions a mix of annoyance and determination.

Ichika quickly realized that opting for a quiet lunch in the cafeteria might have spared him the mounting stress of navigating the girls' competitive invitations.

Far from the peaceful break he envisioned, this lunch became a battleground of bickering and rivalry.

Charles, for his part, managed to maintain a degree of neutrality, keeping his involvement to a minimum. Yet, even his calm demeanor couldn't shield Ichika from the frustration of the situation.

As the bickering continued, Ichika couldn't help but regret his decision, realizing that a solitary lunch might have been the most peaceful option after all. The lesson was clear: navigating the social dynamics of his peers was no less challenging than piloting an Infinite Stratos.

Exhausted from the day's events, particularly the overwhelming lunchtime experience where the girls had been force-feeding him, Ichika was ready for peace. Now, in the quiet room he shared with Charles, they sat with some tea to unwind.

"Is it like this every day?" Charles asked in her French accent, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

Ichika nodded, his response heavy with exhaustion. "Crazy insane, right? It's been one thing after another. But, Charles, can I ask you something?" Ichika's tone, initially friendly, shifted to a more serious note, prompting a nod from 'Charles.'

"Why the charade?" he pressed, his directness taking the French candidate by surprise.

"What do you mean?" she countered, genuinely confused by the question.

Ichika, unable to hide his frustration, clarified, "I hope you realize you're not fooling anyone. Charlotte, why did you come to this school pretending to be a guy?"

Charlotte was taken aback, not expecting Ichika to confront her so openly about her identity. "What do you mean? I am a guy," she responded, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.

Ichika shook his head, determined to address the matter head-on. "Char, as I'll call you to keep your secret safe, I had someone look into your background after I found out yesterday. And I doubt there's been a mistake."

"Who?" The question hung in the air, Charlotte's anxiety palpable.

"If I tell you how I found out, will you tell me why you're here under disguise?" Ichika proposed, offering a trade of truths.

Charlotte was at a crossroads. She knew that if Ichika had wanted to expose her, he had ample opportunity. The fact that he hadn't meant there was room for trust, however tentative.

With her voice betraying her nervousness, Charlotte nodded, signaling her willingness to open up.

"I found out through Matsu. She's the Wisdom Sekirei, winged by Minato Sahashi, an old friend of mine. He's been a big help with navigating this crazy school," Ichika explained, noting the surprise on Charlotte's face.

"You're friends with Minato Sahashi? The Ashikabi?" Charlotte's tone mixed disbelief with a newfound respect.

"Yep. He's been invaluable. So, Charlotte, now that you know how I found out, will you share your story?" Ichika's inquiry was gentle, aiming to create a space for honesty.

Charlotte hesitated, her voice uncertain. "Can I know why you're so interested?"

Ichika's response was straightforward but empathetic. "I dislike pretense, Charlotte. I learned about your situation yesterday. I called Matsu, and that's how we got here. From the moment you arrived, I knew something was up. I just wanted to understand you better. And honestly, you've been one of the more sensible people here."

Charlotte assessed Ichika, sensing sincerity in his words. "Ichika," she started, her nervousness palpable, "if I open up, can you promise to support me? This 'charade,' as you call it, wasn't entirely my choice."

With a reassuring nod from Ichika, Charlotte began her story. "I'm originally from France, and, as you might have guessed, I'm the daughter of the CEO of the Dunois Company." She paused, taking a moment to collect her thoughts and steady her voice with the help of the tea.

"My mother was not his wife but his mistress. I grew up with her in the countryside, away from my father. It was only about two years ago that I was officially brought into the family." Ichika listened intently, nodding for her to continue, signaling his willingness to understand and help.

"When mom passed away," Charlotte's voice trailed off, the memory casting a shadow over her face.

"My condolences," Ichika offered sincerely, feeling genuine sympathy for her loss.

Charlotte recounted the chilling reception she received upon integrating into her father's household.

"When I arrived, his wife slapped me, calling me 'the thief's daughter.'" Ichika's thoughts briefly darkened, imagining the kind of person capable of such cruelty. He would repay her in kind.

"It turned out I was highly compatible with the Infinite Stratos, which made me valuable to the company. So, without any formal status, I became a test pilot," she explained, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

"Even then, I've only met my father twice. The total time we've spoken doesn't even add up to an hour," she continued, sharing a poignant look with Ichika.

"The business hasn't been doing well either. France missed the leap to the third-generation model, and now the company is struggling."

Ichika pondered the unfairness of it all, feeling a mix of anger and pity. Her father sounded like a major asshole. "And if things don't improve, the Dunois company might lose its rights to operate," Charlotte added, concerned, lacing her words.

Ichika sighed, recognizing the complexity of the situation. "Char, all this trouble comes from him. Have you thought about cutting ties and starting afresh?"

"Because my mother loved that man, and he's the only family I have left," Charlotte said, a sad resolve in her voice.

Ichika felt compelled to offer his perspective. "Firstly, your mom made a shitty choice in men. Secondly, family is about our chosen connections, not just blood ties. And you can start anew."

Charlotte looked at him, curiosity piqued by his conviction.

"It's your turn to make choices now. You're safe here at ISA; we have three years to sort things out. Plus, with friends like Minato and your capabilities, I'm sure you won't be alone. Let's figure it out together. Deal?"

Charlotte's response was a smile that lit up the room, and she embraced Ichika warmly, a gesture of gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Ichika," she whispered, the genuine smile on her face as she returned to her bed speaking volumes.

Reassured, Ichika turned to his computer to draft some emails, ready to reach out for assistance navigating the challenges ahead.

Hey there, Minato.

Matsu-san told me you were on a date, but I needed help.

It turns out that the person who transferred in disguise as a man was another girl. Now, I wasn't sure which way to go, but it turned out that Charles, or, better said, Charlotte, didn't go on this mess of her own volition.

I hate to ask, but can Matsu look up the Dunois company? From what I get, they're having severe problems. While that is one thing, Charlotte told me, and I can reek from her, that those things weren't really ethical.

From what I get, Charlotte needs help. She is the first nice girl in this school so I will help her.

So far, I had some matches. The three first drove me crazy. I had lunch with them. That isn't fun. Second, of that, Rin and Cecilia nearly killed me.

I am lucky that at least Maya Yamada is a teacher who looks after me.

Although she can use a course on how to treat a guy, in either case, I owe her a good bit.

Besides, you had your own thing when a guy changed into a girl. Or at least cross-dressed.

Either way, thanks for the help. I'm so sorry that I have to ask for so much support, but currently, I don't seem to be able to breathe.

You'd help me out big time.

I have some good news to say. That is one good thing.

Your brother in everything but blood.

Ichika Orimura.

With the day's emotional revelations weighing heavily on his mind, Ichika decided to wait until Minato replied.

The comfort of his bed beckoned, promising a brief respite from the complexities that entangled his thoughts. So, with a heavy sigh, he allowed the promise of sleep to overtake him, pushing the concerns of the day to the edge of his consciousness.

As the night deepened and Ichika succumbed to the pull of sleep, the unresolved issues lingered in the backdrop, poised to evolve with the new dawn.

Line break. The next day

"Everyone, we have a new transfer student," Maya announced, her tone reflecting a hint of uncertainty as she introduced the newcomer.

The class's attention turned to a petite girl with striking long silver hair and an eyepatch covering one eye, adding mystery to her appearance.

Her attire was notably distinct—a long shirt paired with a short skirt and boots that seemed more suited for a soldier than a student.

"This is Laura Bodewig from Germany," Maya continued, prompting murmurs of curiosity and surprise among the students. The arrival of a transfer student was not unusual, but having another so soon was undoubtedly out of the ordinary.

As the chatter grew, Maya called for quiet. "Please, let's give our new student a proper welcome without interruptions."

Chifuyu stepped forward, her demeanor authoritative. "Introduce yourself, Laura," she instructed, surprisingly using the girl's first name, a departure from her usual formality.

"Yes, instructor," Laura responded, her gaze sweeping the room, eventually locking onto Ichika. Given Laura's formal title, he couldn't help but wonder about the connection between Laura and his sister.

'Is this what you had been doing in Germany?'

"I'm Laura Bodewig," she stated in her introduction brief to the point of being terse.

"Is that all?" Maya prodded, to which Laura affirmed, "Yes, that is all."

She then sharply turned to Ichika, approaching him with a challenging air. As she reached out, Ichika instinctively caught her wrist.

"What's the big idea?" he demanded, holding her firmly to prevent further action.

Laura seemed taken aback, not expecting resistance. "What is your intention?" Ichika pressed, ensuring she couldn't proceed with whatever she had planned.

Chifuyu intervened just as the situation threatened to escalate further. "Enough, both of you."

Laura backed down at Chifuyu's command, but Ichika held his ground. "Let her go, Orimura," his sister instructed.

Reluctantly, he released Laura's wrist. "Alright, but if she tries anything like that again, I will break her arm," Ichika warned, his tone indicating he wouldn't be just taking it lying down.

"You. I will never accept you as her brother," Laura declared, her tone icy and challenging.

Ichika, already overwhelmed by the day's events, felt a sinking sensation.

Life at the academy had its ups and downs, but the arrival of not one but two transfer students seemed to complicate things further. Laura's outright declaration of disapproval added another difficulty to his tumultuous school life.

Despite the turmoil, Ichika found a small comfort that Charlotte, the first of the transfer students, hadn't instigated any trouble.

Unlike Laura, whose introduction had immediately set an aggressive tone, Charlotte had been relatively unproblematic. This comparison, however slight, offered Ichika a momentary respite from the brewing storm.

Line break. In Shinto Teito

Minato had come home in the late afternoon, carrying Kagari in his arms. Her legs had given out on her as the goofball of an Ashikabi had decided to prolong their activities for several more hours. Then, the show of stamina he had honed proved too much for her.

She should have stayed in their bed if she wanted to walk again after a night of lovemaking.

"So, where do I place milady?" Minato teasingly asked as Kagari glared at him. However, a soft sigh let the Ashikabi know that he was in the clear.

"Place me on my bed, as I will sleep this off." After he did as requested, he walked into the Inn. Miya passed by him and just sighed.

This guy was getting better at it.

Takehito gave him a thumbs up, and as Tsukiumi passed by, she kissed her husband on the cheek. "I'm next," she whispered in his ear, sparking an unexpected arousal within him.

Walking through the hall, he noticed Uzume, Kazehana, Musubi, and Kusano engrossed in a new series.

He chose not to disturb them, but as he passed Chiho, the female Ashikabi wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him breathlessly.

"I need to speak with you," she whispered in his ear. He nodded in response, and the little girl followed him. Once he had Kagari in her room, Chiho witnessed Minato kissing Kagari, a gesture meant to sweeten her dreams.

"So, Chiho?" Minato began, but the warmth of a hug quickly enveloped him. He realized he still had to acclimate to this human woman's affectionate, cuddle-bug tendencies. It was evident Uzume's influence had rubbed off on her.

"So, Chiho, what did you need me for?" he asked once the girl released him.

"Well, Matsu needs to see you. She didn't want to disturb you herself. It's nothing urgent, she said, but you should check on her," Chiho explained.

It struck Minato as odd that Matsu would use Chiho as a messenger, but he accepted it with a nod. "Sure, I'll check on her. Anything else?"

Chiho shook her head. "Nothing for now. Though, I was thinking, after Tsukiumi-san, you and I could get takeout with Uzume." Minato had nearly forgotten about that arrangement but acknowledged it with a nod.

"Sure, but you know how things are. It might take a while," he cautioned.

Chiho shrugged, unfazed. "No worries, but could you ask Matsu not to hang on my back too much? She wants Uzume and me to wrap up our night together."

Minato had a wry smile on his face while he raised an eyebrow.

"Really? I thought you liked that."

Chiho returned him with a deadpan look as she began her conversation.

"Look, I like to have sex with you. In all fairness, Minato. I'm in love with you, just like any other girl. And yeah, I'm not winged by you. Besides Uzume, I don't have any other Sekirei around you. Me and Uzume in bed with you. Sure. But just us."

Minato rolled his eyes back at her explanation.

"You know that is a lie. I can't remember. Besides our first time, we had not another Sekirei with the two of you."

"Kazehana and Uzume are good friends; I like her the most. Next is Musubi." Chiho retorted in his remarks.

"I thought that Kusano was the one you liked the most besides Kusano."

"In bed. We have all agreed not to get her involved. I think you agree with us on that." He wondered who rubbed on the deadpan talk this girl was.

"Indeed, I understand. I'll speak with Matsu about giving you some space," Minato assured her.

"It's not that I dislike it," she admitted, her cheeks flushing a shade that Minato found utterly charming.

"I just prefer it not to happen on our date. Maybe next time, but not now."

Minato nodded, comprehending her perspective. She appreciated their intimate moments but sought a balance, not always prioritizing physical intimacy over their connection. He thought she was much like Tsukiumi, valuing the depth of their relationship.

"Okay, I've got it," Minato reassured her, and her smile in response warmed his heart. "Thank you. Now go on, tiger."

He leaned in for a kiss, which she reciprocated eagerly, standing on her toes to meet him halfway. "Thank you, sweetie. Will do," she said with a lightness in her voice.

Energized by their exchange, Minato hastened to find Matsu. Upon his arrival, Matsu turned, surprised by the embrace of someone she hadn't anticipated seeing at that moment.

"Hello, Tsukiumi." Chiho greeted the water Sekirei.

"Good day, Chiho. May I have a moment of thy time?" Her blushing made the Sekirei, who swore to be Minato's true wife, adorable.

"Sure. What do you need?" The smile was cute, too.

"I needeth clothes for my upcoming date with Minato? Will thee help me with those? I require Uzume's powers, but I'd like thou advice."

Chiho beamed on that. "Sure, but first." Before Tsukiumi could say otherwise, her lips were sealed by Chiho, who wanted to enjoy the kiss as long as she could.

It wasn't just the Sekirei whose libidos went up. With just one guy around, you turn to more ways of pleasure, and kissing Tsukiumi was one of those.

Not that the Sekirei minded. When she was over the surprise, she kissed back. When Chiho felt the tongue pressing on her teeth, asking for permission, Chiho opened her mouth, and she could feel her mouth being dominated by Tsukiumi.

It was good that the Sekirei had her grip on her body as the female Ashikabi could feel her knees go weak.

It was suitable for all the Sekirei that Chiho and Minato had a bond. Otherwise, it might have ended badly for the Sekirei.

Cheating could kill a Sekirei.

Chiho didn't waste time by having busy hands, grabbing around Tsukiumi.

There was a reason why she was called panty flasher. Her behind was a delight to grope.

When the pair needed air, they let go. It was clear both liked the action.

"Was that enough compensation?"

"For now." The two walked off while Uzume and Kazehana stopped watching as they saw the duo leave.

"Well, that is something new. I never thought Chiho would take the initiative. But this isn't good for Minato, neesan."

"No?" Kazehana teased her junior, who could only smirk.

"Yeah, he's going to have one tough time and very difficult to use a toilet once we're through." Praying for her Ashikabi's reproductive organ, Kazehana watched the show.

Minato approached the room where Matsu was busily engaged.

"Hey, Matsu."

Accustomed to their affectionate greetings, Minato felt a kiss on his cheek and returned the gesture.

"Hello, Minato. How are you?" she greeted with a smile.

"You needed to see me?"

"Yes. Ichika gave me a call. He needed my expertise but didn't want to interrupt your night's date. He mentioned they've welcomed a new addition."

"Who?"

"Charles Dunois, or rather, Charlotte Dunois. She's the latest pilot with a personal unit, hailing from France."

Minato, puzzled, asked, "Why does she have two names?"

Matsu explained, "She was sent undercover as a male pilot. Neither Ichika nor I initially believed it, but I found it true after some investigation. And from what I've gathered, it's a challenging situation I wouldn't want to be in."

Minato exhaled a sigh of resignation. "Seems like things can never be simple."

He checked his phone, browsing through his emails. It became apparent that Charlotte was well-regarded, and his teacher had provided crucial assistance. Yet, amidst the information, he discovered another name had surfaced.

Laura Bodewig.

Germany. Possible army and acquittance from sis.

Crazy and hates me.

Help.

Takes priority of Charlotte. She is nice.

Sorry for being brief, but things really kicked off.

"Ichika-tan?" Minato acknowledged, realizing the magnitude of the favor Matsu was doing for him.

"Exactly. He wondered if you could delay handling the Dunois matter because a new situation has arisen. Laura Bodewig from Germany. She's in the military and has ties to Chifuyu's past. She harbors some animosity towards Ichika, but the details are murky."

Matsu expressed her frustration. "I'm starting to question my decision to get involved. But it's done now. However, before we delve into that," Matsu leaned in, her demeanor changing as she drew Minato into an embrace that was both tender and revealing of her feelings.

She wrapped her arms around him, and she was pretty much forcing him to sit down.

Despite being nowhere near the strength of others, she was physically more robust than most humans. With her hands in his hair, messing with it and only releasing each other for breath, moans came out.

Matsu could feel Minato copping a feel and even going as far as to sneak his hands down her clothes to have a better way of getting the tits.

The bespectacled girl ground to him, the incredible friction enjoying something much in their bodies.

He didn't let go of her as she could feel both were going for this, even with Kagari's night out, their bodies going that extra mile.

"After this, I really hope we don't encounter any more surprises."

"You and me both," Minato concurred, feeling a mutual desire for a respite from their recent challenges.

A quiet intuition suggested to him that, at least for a little while, they might enjoy some peace. With that hopeful thought, he exited Matsu's room and walked toward the stairs, contemplating joining the others to share his return.

In the kitchen, the serene atmosphere was punctuated by the sound of cooking. Miya was focused on preparing a meal when she sensed a familiar presence envelop her from behind, a comforting embrace that made her groan and lean in the warmth.

"I do hope you don't intend to have sex in the kitchen?" She asked her husband, as she was not yet ready for that.

Despite the passage of time and her reconciliation with Takehito, Miya was determined to maintain certain boundaries, especially in her kitchen.

"No. I am here for a different reason," she stated, her tone leaving no room for misinterpretation, emphasizing the seriousness of her intent.

"There's something we need to postpone discussing. It's not the right time yet. I don't believe Minato or anyone in his care is prepared to handle this news," she explained, her voice carrying a weight of concern and caution.

Takehito, though reluctant, had to concede to her wisdom. He understood the delicacy of the situation, yet he couldn't help but ponder when the appropriate moment would arrive to share what weighed on their minds.

Line break. Back in the ISA.

Ichika couldn't help but wonder what he had done to find himself in this predicament.

The girls' well-intentioned efforts to be his trainers drove him to distraction rather than aiding his learning.

Their constant attention made it impossible for him to focus, and his attempts to tune them out only drew more criticism. It seemed learning was going to be a battle in itself.

When he felt at his wit's end, salvation arrived in the form of Charlotte. She proposed a sparring match, an offer Ichika eagerly accepted.

This was a chance to engage in a different kind of learning that seemed more attuned to his style.

Charlotte was undoubtedly a superior fighter, but Ichika discovered he could learn more effectively through direct engagement.

As their match progressed, he managed to close the distance between them. Charlotte, anticipating his approach, broke away and took to the air, expecting Ichika to pursue her directly. Instead, Ichika chose a different strategy, maneuvering beneath her.

Caught off guard when she turned to target him, Charlotte found nothing but empty air. Looking down, she realized Ichika had cleverly closed in, leaving her no time to react as he moved against her.

"Not gonna play that game, Char."

In the heat of their match, Charlotte, the second-gen pilot, quickly realized the intensity of Ichika's approach.

His close-range tactics were harsh and brutal, leaving her attacks lacking in power by comparison. It became evident that in the realm of close-quarters combat, Ichika held the upper hand.

As the fight concluded and Charlotte descended, she was greeted by the sight of Ichika casually resting his sword on his shoulder.

"I have to admit that I didn't expect to lose," she conceded, looking up at him.

Ichika offered her a smile in return.

"Let's just say that I've had some intense training. Watching Yamada-sensei's tactics was enlightening. Her approach emphasized the advantage of ranged weaponry, so I knew I couldn't afford to approach you in a straight line. That's why I opted for getting in close."

His grin widened, reflecting the camaraderie and respect between them.

As they stood there, exchanging insights and catching their breath, Charlotte's gaze drifted over Ichika's shoulder, noticing something—or someone—behind them.

Catching her glance, Ichika subtly signaled with his eyes that they should ignore the onlooker and continue their conversation without distraction.

"So, interested in trying out a gun?" Ichika raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. "But isn't it against the rules to use other weapons?"

"If you disable the safety protocols, it's possible. So, are you up for it?" Ichika nodded, grateful for the opportunity and the guidance provided.

Following her precise instructions, Ichika managed to operate the gun, discovering its tactical benefits. By the end of the session, he had achieved a respectable score, undistracted by any objections from the trio observing them.

"What's your take on it?" she inquired.

"I'd still prefer a sword. Guns aren't bad, but they don't quite suit me," Ichika decided, turning his attention towards the source of his latest challenge.

As he contemplated his feelings towards Houki, Rin, and Cecilia, he realized 'annoyance' might be too mild. And Laura? She was in a category all her own.

"Ichika Orimura. I've heard rumors about your Personal Unit," Laura confronted him, her tone cutting through the air.

Ichika met her gaze squarely. "And? What of it?"

"I want a match." Unfazed, Ichika handed the rifle back to Charlotte.

"Take a hike."

"You might not want to fight, but I have enough reasons to want one." Ichika sighed in response. Was it too much to hope for a moment of peace?

"Can it wait? There's the Class League Match coming up soon. You'll get your chance to prove yourself there."

Laura was not satisfied with that suggestion, her frustration evident as she aimed her weapons at him. Luckily, Charlotte was alert and noticed the aggressive move in time. The projectile Laura had launched was intercepted; its size was notably alarming.

Charlotte, now standing in defense, aimed her guns back at Laura. "Can't you show a little patience?"

"Do you really think your second-generation model stands a chance against mine?" Laura retorted with disdain.

"If we're comparing what we have, my second-gen may not be top of the line, but it's reliable and can be mass-produced. That's more than can be said for your machine."

As the teachers' voices echoed over the speakers, it was a clear directive for them to stand down. Ichika, unable to hide his frustration, glared at Laura as she walked away. It seemed his luck was consistent in its trials.

Once their training session concluded, they moved to the changing room, where Ichika ensured Charlotte had the privacy she needed.

"Thanks for this," he said, acknowledging the mutual support they had provided each other, especially in dealing with Laura's challenge.

"Hey, you had my back with Laura. It only makes sense I'd do the same," Charlotte replied, indicating the reciprocal nature of their support.

After they finished changing, they parted ways; Charlotte headed straight to her room while Ichika paused, contemplating the idea of rest. However, he knew all too well that rest was a luxury not afforded him today.

Ichika, caught amid an unwanted pause in his day, was an accidental witness to a confrontation. His sister, Chifuyu, and Laura's distinctive voices filled the air with tension. Their shared history, complex and layered, seemed to unfold with every exchanged word.

"Answer me, Instructor! What possible reason could you have for being here?" Laura's voice, edged with respect and defiance, pierced the relative calm.

Ichika, hidden yet observant, couldn't help but marvel at the dichotomy of her nature—both a disciplined soldier and a disgruntled pupil in equal measure.

"Haven't I explained? My duties are here," Chifuyu responded, her posture unyielding, a book casually tucked under her arm as if to underline her point.

'Bout darn time you recognized your responsibilities here,' Ichika thought, silently echoing his sister's sentiment.

"Here? In this academy? You're wasting your talents on these children who treat the Infinite Stratos as mere playthings. They don't deserve your expertise," Laura pressed on, her frustration mounting.

Ichika, still concealed behind the tree, found himself nodding in agreement. It was a harsh truth, but a truth nonetheless.

"They fail to grasp its true potential. You're wasted on them."

"Enough!" Chifuyu's command sliced through the air, halting Laura in her tracks.

"To think you've grown so confident. Do you consider yourself the pinnacle of pilots at merely fifteen?" Chifuyu's tone, a blend of disbelief and cold authority left no room for argument.

"I'm impressed," she added, the sarcasm palpable. Ichika could almost hear the unspoken words, 'You were just fourteen when you boldly chose to pilot. Do you really think I'm that naive?'

"I am," Laura insisted, though her protest was swiftly silenced.

"Return to your dorm. I have work to attend to." Laura's departure was swift, her expression sour with disappointment. Chifuyu then turned her gaze towards the tree, concealing Ichika as if aware of his presence.

"Don't you know it's impolite to eavesdrop?" Chifuyu's voice carried a mix of reprimand and curiosity as she addressed Ichika, who contemplated whether it was an excellent time to practice his skills in glaring.

"Considering your associate has taken a shot at me, I think eavesdropping is the least of my misdemeanors," Ichika retorted, his tone laced with frustration and doubt.

"Taken a shot at you?" Chifuyu's eyebrow arched, questioning his dramatics.

"She sure did. If Charlotte hadn't been there, I wouldn't be standing here. So, teach, I think you clarified why your darling student seems intent on seeing me dead."

Chifuyu paused, reflecting on where Ichika might have picked up such language. At fifteen, he was no stranger to harsh words, and she acknowledged she hadn't always been the best influence in that department.

"It doesn't concern you," she finally said, trying to deflect.

But Ichika, fueled by concern and defiance, wasn't having any of it. "It does concern me. It freaking does. So. Start. Talking. You met her back when you showed the last bit of affection you had for me during the Second Mondo Grosso Championship, right? You saved my life, and I'm guessing that's when she came into the picture?"

Chifuyu gave a reluctant nod, conceding to his accurate guess. "Yes, after that championship, I was assigned to Germany for a year to train their recruits. Laura was among them. She seemed to... grow quite attached to me during that period."

Ichika exhaled a heavy sigh, digesting the information. "You're leaving things out, but I suppose I can piece together the rest from other sources. What I need to understand now is why she's targeting me. Or, better yet, make it stop."

With another sigh, Chifuyu delved deeper into the explanation. "Laura's had her struggles. The IS caused her significant distress, and it was under my guidance that she learned to pilot it effectively."

"So, what you're saying is, she idolizes you to an almost pagan extent and despises me with the fervor of a zealot. Just my luck. But the real question remains—why?"

Chifuyu's response was a noncommittal shrug. "I don't know."

"You better ask her then," Ichika replied sharply, his patience wearing thin. Without waiting for a further response, he turned to leave.

"If you don't, I will ensure I am safe from harm." His words hung in the air as he walked away, leaving Chifuyu to ponder his determination.

As Ichika distanced himself from the conversation, the vibration in his pocket caught his attention. He answered the call, a slight shift in his mood evident. Today had been a rollercoaster of emotions and events, but this call seemed to tip the scales toward the positive.

"A good day, I guess," he mused, reflecting on the mix of challenges and victories. Minato's call, in particular, brought an unexpected but welcome change to the day's balance.

"Yello."

"Hey, Ichika. It's been a while. You're keeping me on my toes with all these requests."

Leaning against a support beam, Ichika scanned his surroundings. "I'm really sorry for the trouble. Your help means a lot to me, Minato." As some girls passed, he lowered his voice, listening to Minato's update.

"Yeah, I get it. You've been asking a lot about Charlotte Dunois. We're piecing things together bit by bit. We don't have the full picture yet, but we're getting there."

"Add 'mistress,' 'child abuse,' and 'unwanted child' to the list for her. I prefer to detail that in an email."

"Got it. Matsu will probably dive into that eagerly."

"Thanks, Minato. As for Laura Bodewig, I've learned a bit more. My sister trained her in Germany a couple of years back. She's military, involved in some secret project. That info might come in handy."

"I understand. But digging deeper will take time. That's why we've put a hold on investigating them further." Minato's voice held a note of patience, waiting for the right moment to continue.

"Your next match will be you and Dunois against Bodewig and Shinonono." Ichika tensed, realizing the magnitude of the challenge.

"Damn, that's tough to hear," he admitted, already thinking about sharing the news with Charlotte.

"And Ichika, I've got to tell you, I'll be away with Tsukiumi next weekend. My other Sekirei will keep things running here, but it means Matsu will update you on Schwarzer Regen's IS. I'm sorry, but I can't stretch myself too thin without neglecting my Sekirei."

Feeling a twinge of guilt, Ichika knew he couldn't fault Minato for setting his priorities. "Don't worry about it, Minato. You've done more than enough. Please send my regards to your Sekirei. I appreciate everything."

"Thanks for understanding, Ichika. Your school situation sounds insane."

"You're telling me. Thanks again for everything, Minato. Enjoy your weekend."

Ending the call, Ichika was left to ponder his next steps, a silent question haunting him: 'How long can I keep this up?'


I had hoped the chat GTP wouldn't shut down, as I had two more requests.

The next chapter is still the most extensive chapter I have done for this fic, hence why it's not written in this chapter. Something tells me that I'll need a few tries on it.

CHAT GTP only allows for a certain amount of tries before it has a delay. We can all think how long it'd take.

But there is a lot of smut in the next chapter, so we'll see.

If we are at chapter 12 before it shuts down, we are one-third in this—just something for you guys to keep in mind.

Saluut.