This chapter contained quite a bit of fluff and smut. It also took me a while to complete—nearly two weeks. Things got busy on my end, but I had saved up before, so I decided to postpone a bit.
This was going to be a more minor chapter, but we'll see how the AI takes care of this chapter. So far, there has been support, but the notifications on this site are down.
Again. Just our luck.
Don't wanna be here
Somewhere I'd rather be
But when I get there
I might find it's not for me
Started on 02/08/2020
Ended on 05/08/2020
Minato was ready to go to the festival. Musubi was dressed in a red kimono that suited her well, complemented by a small purse. Despite its size, it accentuated her figure attractively.
Minato also wore a kimono, a dark green with an orange belt that tied it all together. He looked good in it.
"Ready to go?" Her smile was incredible. With a peck, she joined him. The rest of the flock shook their heads at the amusing scene.
"Have fun," Minato heard from the door. Tsukiumi stood next to it with a rueful smile.
"Thanks, Tsukiumi." The Waterdere received a kiss from her Ashikabi. Minato ruffled Kusano's hair, and he stood at his knees.
"I want to join too."
"Next time, Ku. Not this evening," Minato told her sternly. He understood that Kusano wanted to hang out, but Musubi needed to have her night out to enjoy some alone time with her Ashikabi.
The months when intimacy was off the table, they had been challenging for them. Minato knew that, and now, they could be together as long as they had the green light. Kagari shook her head, wanting a kiss before her Ashikabi left for the night.
"Have fun, brother." Minato pulled Ichika into a hug, and Musubi did the same. After this week, they had grown accustomed to seeing Ichika's face around, and it was no longer a novelty. Sure, he kept his distance, but he didn't resist when hugs were offered.
It had not taken long for him to become part of the family.
Eventually, Minato and Musubi left hand in hand. Miya smiled at them while the rest went about their activities inside.
The Pilot might have done something else; it was early, yet he contemplated retiring to sleep a bit more. But someone else had different plans.
Ichika found himself pulled into the lap of Kazehana, his head landing on her soft thighs. They felt nice, and some color rose to his face.
The older woman smiled at him as she toyed with his hair, which lay across her lap. "Hey, Ichika."
"Kazehana. Can I ask why you do this?" Her smile broadened, and she kissed him on the forehead. She, along with Uzume, adored showering Ichika with affection. Sure, the others showed him love, too, but none had grown as close as these brunettes of the house, apart from Musubi.
Ichika never exploited the affection he received. He could have moved away, but he chose to stay on her thighs. A part of him enjoyed being there. It might have seemed driven by hormones, but comfort and warmth were his true motivations.
"It's just that without Minato, I need something to distract myself. And well, you wanted to hear stories, so get comfy. Because we have a lot of them."
Comfortable he indeed became. With Kusano nestled under his arms, Uzume on his other side with Chiho in her lap, and his scalp softly ruffled by Kazehana, Ichika felt happier than he had in a long while. Even without the romantic availability of any of the girls, the warmth, the affection, the kindness—it was what made him see the Sekirei as family.
"Now, anything you want to hear?" Ichika looked at her and nodded. One question had been on his mind.
"Yes. Kazehana, you're Sekirei Number Three, right?" A soft tap made him smile even more comprehensively.
"Yes, indeed." Ichika mentally counted the numbers.
"So, Matsu is Sekirei Number Two. Miya is Number One. And I heard from a brother about Number Five. So, who is Number Four?"
The question was sincere, and with Miya not around, the truth remained unchanged. Kazehana sighed, and exchanging a glance with Uzume, the two decided to open up about a sensitive topic.
"Number Four was Karasuba, the Black Sekirei." Ichika raised an eyebrow. "Ominous nickname. And what was it? She isn't around."
"Nope. She isn't. Of all the Sekirei, she was the only one not brought back. But that's just one story. So, let's start a bit. It all began twenty years ago when Hiroto Minaka and Takami Sahashi discovered the island where our ship crashed. After some time and development, Minaka claimed the island as his own. It was then invaded."
Ichika's eyes shone at Kazehana's recounting.
"It was one fight. The two of us were on that team: Miya, Number Five Mutsu, and Number Four Karasuba. That was one woman." Ichika could read something in her eyes—it was clear that Karasuba was no longer around.
"So, who was she, really? I didn't think I had heard that from Minato."
"Patience, Ichika," Uzume teased him, and he looked at her.
"You mind if I take over, big sis?"
"Not a problem. Go ahead." The two listened to Number Ten.
"After that fight and sometime later, four of the team left. Matsu had to leave MBI; I helped her escape. We both ended up here at the Inn. Kazehana went off on a journey around the world, and Mutsu went to look for his Ashikabi. Karasuba stayed in MBI. She was part of the Discipline Squad. Only she remained. It gained one new member."
None of the Sekirei were sure about Yume. "Number Eight, Yume. I don't think I'm going to tell you. Karasuba stayed in MBI for one good reason: bloodshed. Not that I want to say you're not used to violence, but that woman has more kills to her name than we do."
Ichika listened to how Uzume spoke. "That Yume. I think the brother mentioned her. She has a link to Musubi, right?" The woman nodded to him, and Ichika relaxed.
"Let me put it this way. If Musubi names her child after Yume, that might have a reason. She owes her life to Yume."
Ichika felt that he got too close for his liking.
"Okay, noted. So, that Karasuba lady? She stayed in MBI during The Sekirei Plan?"
Kazehana massaged his shoulder. His groan was muted. Relaxing under her touch, he could feel how much he actually liked this woman.
"She was the leader of the Discipline Squad. Two others were along with her," Uzume added, her expression grim.
"We already had a lot of those problems. That woman and her Ashikabi didn't make it easier. Two others joined them: Haihane, not much to say about her." Chiho giggled.
"She and Uzume would be great friends. Both are huge sloths," Ichika smiled at Chiho. Uzume stewed over that comment.
"Another was Benitsubasa. Ichika, not all of us are gifted if you catch my drift." His eyes briefly lingered on her tits. Her outfit didn't help, but Kazehana would know that.
"You're talking about you, well," he nodded towards her incredible figure.
"Yes. Benitsubasa is as flat as a board. She and Musubi often clashed. It didn't matter to their Ashikabi, Natsuo. He tends to favor those without much in the chest department."
Requested skip
The Red Sekirei sneezed several times.
"You're okay, washboard?" Haihane asked while the woman glared at her teammate.
"Good thing that you weren't sucking." She had pulled her mouth away from Natsuo's dick. Finally, the guy accepted them as their Ashikabi. And while tits weren't on his mind, he was used to some mouth action.
"Well, I'm fine now. So I am going to continue." She kissed the head, and her lips enveloped the shaft.
Back to Ichika
The Pilot raised an eyebrow. "You mean he's got a thing for men or flat chests? There are those who like that."
The three women laughed loudly when they heard that. Ichika wasn't concerned about it. If Rin or Laura had an agreeable personality, he might consider their offer, regardless of the sizes of Houki, Cecilia, and Charlotte.
"The first thing," Uzume clarified for him. Ichika just shrugged. Everyone could live as they wanted.
"Okay. So, what about this Karasuba lady? I mean, you all have different personalities, but how was she? Unpleasant?"
"Right, I got sidetracked. Not that I want to defuse or justify the girls from your school, but compared to Karasuba, they have a lot to learn. She hated humanity. She had a rivalry with Yume that extended to Musubi. For her, she would see you as something to cut. If she found out how much we spoil you, she'd flip."
Ichika absorbed the words thoughtfully. Uzume continued after a brief pause.
"She already found the idea of Ashikabi and Sekirei disgusting. It made sense when she chose Natsuo. The guy was about as messed up as she was."
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The festival was bustling. The array of smells assaulted Minato's senses, and their stomachs rumbled in response. Musubi headed straight for the food stalls, while Minato realized he also needed some sustenance.
They approached a stand selling takoyaki, and each of them got a box. They found a bench to sit on, and a comfortable silence settled between them as they ate. Musubi rested her head on his shoulder, seemingly swallowing with ease. Minato took a bite of the takoyaki, finding it delicious.
"Happy, Musubi?"
Instead of answering, she pecked his cheek.
"That's a good answer. So what now?" Minato gulped down his last few pieces as the Sekirei waited patiently.
"Another place to eat. I really want to see the dance. But that's the only thing," Musubi reminded him. They still had some time before that.
As he was throwing away their trash, he heard his name.
"Minato Sahashi?" Looking up, he was greeted by two redheads. One was a guy with a bandana, dressed in a black kimono, and about the age of Ichika.
The other was younger, with long scarlet hair in a rough ponytail. Her kimono was purple with flowers on it, cinched with a pink belt. Unlike the guy, she looked at him with a hint of disdain. Long accustomed to such expressions, Minato greeted them with a smile.
"I am. You want an autograph?" The guy grinned at him.
"Nope. When you see Ichika again, give him my regards. The guy packed up and left in the summer." Minato's eyes widened at the mention.
"You know Ichika?" The woman glowered at him.
"Good evening to you two. You better not fill his head with ideas. Like this. Playboy." With a glare, she stormed off while the guy just shook his head.
"Sorry about her. She can't wrap her head around the fact that I don't give a crap about her problems. I'm Dan Gotanda. Ichika was a bud from middle school. He mentioned you," Dan said, recalling how Ichika had given him some solid advice.
In the past, whenever his grandfather gave him grief, Dan would stand his ground. If his grandfather opened his mouth, Dan was done with it. His grandfather could take a hike; it had only led to more lectures. The silver lining was that his father had also started to stand up to him.
"He did. So, what about me?"
Dan shrugged as he eyed Minato, noting the resemblance to Ichika. Now, he understood why Ichika was fond of Minato. "That you are one lucky son of a gun." Minato accepted the compliment with pride. The truth didn't hurt.
"Can't really deny that." The two shared a grin. Dan then turned to Musubi.
"You're one of his Sekirei, right?" Musubi stepped forward and bowed to him.
"Yes, I'm Musubi, Number 88. Happy to meet you, Dan."
"You taking good care of Ichika?" The two lovers exchanged a look, amusement twinkling in their eyes. Ichika had no complaints so far.
"Yes, we are." Dan smiled at them, reassured that Ichika was in good hands.
"Well, I'd better go catch up to my sister before she wanders off too far without me. Take good care of Ichika." Offering his hand, Minato looked at it, then at Dan, and they shook hands firmly.
"See you around, Dan."
A natural smile spread across Dan's face.
"Yep, I'll see you later. Again, don't forget to give my regards to Ichika." With that, the redhead disappeared into the crowd.
"Ichika has good friends. Maybe not those from school but from outside," Musubi noted as she kissed her lover. Contentment was evident on their faces, and the festival continued around them.
Again, their stomachs rumbled.
"Something else to eat?"
"Can we have some Ikayaki?" Their shared love of eating was something Minato now understood; his appetite had grown.
He pulled Musubi closer by the waist, her hand wrapping around his.
"Let's go then."
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"Musubi had a history with Karasuba. Miya couldn't stand her, and it was the same with us. She was the final opponent. The last fight ended with Musubi and Karasuba. After that, she went to Kouten. After a year, she came back home."
As Ichika listened, chills ran down his spine. He never wanted to face that woman, not that such an encounter was likely to happen now.
"Karasuba ripped out her core. Out of the 108 Sekirei, she couldn't wake up. She and Yume. She didn't want to. Natsuo went out to travel with Haihane and Benitsubasa. So far, Karasuba is still asleep. Musubi might miss her, but for all of us, it's good riddance," Uzume explained to Ichika. The woman had offered to switch topics, but Ichika didn't want to.
He was content with the conversation as it was.
"So, okay. No pleasant one. I think that I'll have to ask Musubi for more," Ichika said as he shared a look with Kazehana, mesmerized by their connection.
"You know, she reminds me a bit of Tabane. Crazy. At least you and Matsu have some other hobbies."
"Like fucking Minato," Uzume called out, and all of them laughed.
"Like fucking brother, yes. So, may I ask? How did he meet all of you?"
"The others should tell you about it. Musubi fell out of the sky and started it all. It's how he got her back. As for me, I was winged by him after the plan," Uzume explained, her voice echoing the nostalgia of their unique beginnings.
"I was winged by Big Brother when he got me out of the garden," Kusano added, suddenly waking up and snuggling against Ichika's chest.
"Can you tell me about that, Ku?" Ichika asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Yes. A Sekirei from the South attacked me. When that happened, I was protected by Takami. I made a garden and made a call to Big Brother. He saved me out of the garden. He and big sis Musubi did," Kusano recounted, her eyes shimmering with the memory.
"Seo had helped them out," Uzume chimed in, adding another layer to the story.
Ichika sighed. "So, after that, Big Brother took me home. I decided that he had to become my Ashikabi. I was the second one."
"Who was his third Sekirei? Matsu?" Ichika asked, looking around.
"I was, indeed, Ichika-tan," Matsu said as she joined them, pushing up her glasses with a reflective sigh.
"I watched him for days here in the Inn with Musubi-tan and Kusano-tan, through monitors and all. So, I winged him one night after he convinced me. It wasn't like with the other girls." She settled next to the two.
"I want one of the two, Kazehana-tan. So, who do you hand over?" Kusano asked, lifted from Ichika's chest by Kazehana.
Ichika moved over to Matsu, not wanting to be pulled away by anyone's unexpected strength.
Comfortably settling down, Ichika laid back, enjoying the casual familiarity of their interactions. "So, the fourth one was Tsukiumi," he noted, glancing toward the kitchen where she was learning something from Miya.
"Not going to tell you about that. I think you'll be more interested in my story," Kazehana interjected with a knowing look, prompting Ichika to lay back and prepare to listen to how Kazehana laid claim on Minato.
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Back at the festival, the atmosphere pulsed with the vibrant energy of music and crowd noise. Musubi, having wisely decided not to overindulge, felt content as she linked arms with Minato, enjoying the festival's lively spirit. They mingled with the crowd gathered to watch the Kagaru dance, a highlight of the evening.
The stage was set under the sparkle of festive lights, creating an almost magical ambiance. As the dancer emerged, clad in a pristine white kimono with a vivid red dress peeking out beneath, Minato's expression shifted from casual interest to startled recognition.
"Minato?" Musubi inquired, noting his sudden focus as they took their seats.
That was Houki Shinonono on stage. It had been years since Minato last saw her, but her presence was unmistakable. She moved with grace and precision, her dance flawless, and her commitment to her art was evident. The crowd murmured appreciatively, but Minato was too shocked to join in their praises. His jaw clenched as memories surfaced, not all of them pleasant.
Houki, too, seemed to sense something familiar in the crowd. Her eyes widened momentarily as they swept across the sea of faces, momentarily locking with Minato's.
As the performance concluded and the audience erupted into applause, Minato was already edging away.
"Minato?"
"Sorry, Musubi, but we need to get out. Do you know who that woman was?" he asked, urgency lacing his voice.
Musubi shook her head, her expression one of concern as she followed his gaze.
"That was Houki Shinonono. One of the girls Ichika has told us about," Minato explained quickly. The recognition sparked a new understanding in Musubi. Was this the woman linked to so many troubles surrounding the boy she considered almost a brother?
"You mean she's one of the girls from the Infinite Stratos Academy?"
"Yes, and that's why I don't want anything to do with her. Let's leave before she notices us," Minato urged, keen to avoid any confrontation.
As they made to leave, a voice stopped them cold.
"Don't you know that it is rude to talk about others?" Houki stood before them, having changed into a casual kimono that was red-violet with pink rose petals. Her tone was calm, her gaze sharp.
"I don't think you're anyone to tell me what is rude, Houki. What do you want from me?" Minato replied, his tone equally firm. Beside him, Musubi tensed, ready to defend if needed.
"Where is Ichika?" Houki asked, her question cutting through the tense air.
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"The first time I laid eyes on Minato was after one drunken night. Uzume and I had practically drunk bars dry," Kazehana reminisced, her voice tinged with humor and a hint of nostalgia.
Chiho, listening intently, was relieved she never had to witness her Sekirei drunk—it would have been embarrassing.
"We ended up in his bed. Good thing we were too drunk that night, or we might have had some fun," Kazehana said wistfully. She had always liked to keep things within the family in some regard.
She hadn't had a chance with Minaka, so she ended up winged by his son, which was both funny and ironic. Ultimately, she ended up with a better man than Minaka.
"So, you winged him then and there?" Chiho inquired curiously.
Kazehana shook her head while holding Kusano closer. "Not immediately. I was healing from a broken heart. I was blown home by the wind into Minato's arms." She glanced upward, noticing Ichika's raised eyebrow.
"I know what you're going to ask me, Ichika-tan," Matsu interjected with a giggle, pre-empting his question.
"Who in their right mind would ever say no to a woman like her?" Ichika remarked faster, his tone admiring. Kazehana was undeniably attractive—she had an agreeable personality and was teasing. Still, kind had a good sense of humor, liked hanging out, possessed great sex appeal without being vulgar, and loved to spoil Ichika, Kusano, or any of the younger girls.
Even if she might have been a bit too old for him, Ichika knew he would never say no to her if a woman like her came asking him to be her lover.
"Minaka was the one who rejected me," Kazehana revealed wistfully to the group, although everyone but Ichika already knew.
"I'm calling it. The most insane person ever," Ichika declared in a severe tone, drawing giggles from Uzume, who held a hand over her mouth and smiled at him.
"Don't think that's yours to call, Ichika," Uzume teased, earning deadpan stares from everyone. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded in agreement.
"But yeah, he probably is. And coming from you, that holds weight." Ichika just smiled at Kazehana, who blushed at the attention.
"So when did you get winged by Minato?" she asked, grinning as she reminisced about that pivotal moment in their lives.
"It took me a long time to be convinced. I stuck around with Minato for a long while before I decided he could be my Ashikabi. You remember that you met Kuno and Haruka during the feast?"
Kazehana asked, receiving a nod in response before she proceeded. "Both wanted to leave the capital to escape the bloodbath. I helped them out during that. That bridge revealed a lot about Musubi. Later, Minato was captured by the Discipline Squad."
Ichika's eyes widened at this revelation. "By Karasuba? He must have been terrified." The stories about that woman painted her as a psychopath with no regard for human life—or any life for that matter.
"There's more reason for us to be terrified. That guy is way too selfless. But don't worry—it wasn't Karasuba. Benitsubasa and Haihane did it. He gave us a call here, and Benitsubasa wanted to see Musubi," Kazehana explained, setting the record straight.
"That mean lady called Kusano, and I picked up the phone. She hung up on me," Kusano added, her voice small but steady. Ichika couldn't help but grin at her bravery.
"Interesting. Hey, Ku. Can you teach me when I get a call from Microsoft?" Ichika joked, eliciting laughter from the women, though the joke went over Kusano's head.
"I eventually took the call. I heard where the ships were going, and I figured it was where they had brought Minato. The others took him to someplace. It was a horrendous fight, and it could have gone south pretty fast for me, but Minato winged me in that place. Tsukiumi wasn't happy as we got one shower. I warned his mother about it. That's the end," Kazehana concluded, her tale illustrating the depth of their experiences together.
Ichika looked at them, realizing how bonds were often nurtured in fights. Minato's Sekirei clung tightly to each other, their faces lit with happiness and trust.
"That reminds me. You all met with the other women in his life? Takami, Yukari, and his grandmother. I suppose that was one wonderful story," Ichika said, his tone dripping with irony as the girls grinned in response.
"We can all respect his mother to a certain degree. There's something with her," Kazehana admitted. They needed Takami to get through the pregnancy safely. Fortunately, Minato didn't carry too many complexes from those relationships.
Minato had his faults, but fortunately, an Oedipus complex wasn't one of them.
"Yukari is lucky to have Shiina around. Takami, we accept, but his sister has issues. She has tried to grope me, and well, Musubi might live with that, but I am not fine with the idea that she would grab my tits," Uzume shared, her discomfort evident.
Ichika crossed his arms and smiled at her, his expression a mix of amusement and understanding as he processed the complexities of the relationships surrounding Minato and his Sekirei.
The room hummed with a mix of humor and melancholy memories as they each shared their encounters and experiences with Minato.
"You all know that she grabbed the tits of my big sis. It's a good thing Minato took me fishing. I'd be traumatized to this day if I had witnessed that. I was away that day, and well, it was easier for me. But Uzume, I think that about everyone in this room has groped them, myself excluded," Ichika said, his tone light, trying to inject some fun into the conversation.
"Ichika, I am winged by the two Ashikabis, so they get that right. Minato wings the Sekirei in this flock, so they are also allowed for a grope. And I doubt you would go for them," Uzume teased back, her voice playful yet edged with the confident allure she often displayed.
"Not on purpose, let me tell you," Ichika chuckled, then his curiosity piqued again. "Which reminds me. How did you meet Minato, Uzume?"
"He saw me in my lingerie and spat out his soup." Uzume's delivery was calm as if recounting an everyday occurrence, which only made Ichika laugh harder. Yeah, that was his brother, alright. He could perfectly imagine that scene unfolding.
"I met Minato way later," Chiho interjected, eager to share her own story but with a tone that hinted at underlying pain. The day she met Minato was marked with a lot of pain and loss, a sentiment that seemed to resonate with many in the room.
The laughter subdued a bit as the group prepared to listen to Chiho's tale, recognizing that for all the lighthearted moments they shared, their bonds were also forged in adversity.
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"Where is Ichika?" Houki demanded her tone grave and imposing. Musubi, feeling protective, was ready to confront her, but a hand on her shoulder restrained her.
"It's been a long time, Houki. And that is what you're opening with?" Minato's voice was calm yet edged with disapproval. He stepped forward, indicating that he would handle the situation, his gaze fixed firmly on Houki.
"I was about to say that I am happy to see you, but that would be a lie. Where is Ichika? Enemy of women." Houki's words were sharp, cutting through the festive noise.
Ignoring her insult, Minato approached her. "I'm not going to tell you, Houki. I don't see any reason why I should." As he closed the distance, Houki crossed her arms, her glare intensifying, her posture challenging. Minato, now visibly taller and more imposing than her, tightened his jaw.
"Even if I did, what would you do?" Before she could respond, Minato's hand swiftly grasped her wrist, his grip firm.
"Don't even think that this will work. Ichika told me you got your own unit. But I don't fear the Infinite Stratos," Minato stated confidently, meeting her fierce gaze with equal force.
"Get your filthy claws off me! You're the one who filled Ichika's head with ideas!" Houki snapped, trying to pull away.
"I did no such thing! The only crime you can accuse me of is that I looked after Ichika. What ideas did I fill his head with? That a woman should treat a guy with decency," Minato retorted, his tone steady and assertive.
Houki's eyes darted over his shoulder to Musubi, sizing up her potential rival. Despite her size, Houki was clearly wary of the Sekirei's capabilities.
"So you lured him here? So you can turn him into such a damn harem king like you?" Houki accused, her voice filled with scorn.
"Newsflash. Sekirei can only be winged once. Yeah, I have an exception to that rule, but she's the only one. Plus, I wouldn't call Ichika over for that reason. I suppose you've been calling him a pervert. Well, you can ask any of my girls. They'll deny anything. In fact, Ichika might think they're a bit too close. You have no right to call me any names, little girl," Minato's words were sharp, and he held Houki's gaze firmly.
Houki's mouth dropped open, stunned by his rebuttal.
"I am going to say this once. Please leave me alone. Please don't come after me. If you do," Minato glanced over his shoulder. Musubi's smile had turned bloodthirsty, her demeanor almost predatory, and she seemed ready to spring into action at any moment.
"I'll let Musubi after you. Your Infinite Stratos against her abilities as a Sekirei. I'd put my money on her." Minato's warning was clear and final. Houki, measuring up Musubi, saw the determination and skill in her opponent's stance, recognizing the formidable training behind the calm exterior.
The kimono did nothing to hamper Musubi's readiness; it only accentuated her readiness for a confrontation, should it occur.
"Even so, what if I find the house?" Houki's voice carried a mix of threat and curiosity, a challenge lingering in her tone.
"What would you do if you found it? Even without me, there are six Sekirei plus Miya. That is a foe you can't defeat. Be wary of my words. I'll see you around," Minato replied coolly, confidently, and with a warning evident in his voice.
Wrapping an arm around Musubi, the two walked off, leaving Houki to glare daggers at their retreating figures. Despite the apparent threat, her resolve didn't wane; she contemplated sneaking after them to discover their residence.
But just as she prepared to follow, a familiar figure from her past abruptly diverted her attention.
"YOU!" she exclaimed sharply, pointing a finger accusingly.
Yukari Sahashi was caught off guard and locked eyes with Houki Shinonono. Shock registered on her face as her mouth dropped open,
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"Ku had lost her doll at the time. After a mud fight, Minato, Kusano, Musubi, and Tsukiumi went for it. The hospital was in the East. From all four, Higa was the most unpleasant one," she explained, her voice tinged with the weight of the memory.
Uzume, gently holding onto Chiho, nodded. The flock had come to terms with their past misdeeds, forgiving each other and themselves for the challenges they faced. A mix of sweet and bitter memories had forged their bonds more robust over time.
"I had a bad feeling. It was a good thing that I kept it around when things went crashing down," Matsu added, a hint of pride in her voice for her keen instincts, which had saved more than just the day.
"Your instincts have also saved my life, Matsu. Don't forget that," Chiho chimed in, her gratitude evident as she squeezed Uzume's hand slightly.
"Ku had lost her doll at Chiho's bed. That's where Minato and I met for the first time. Minato knew about me from Miya. It was just confirmed there," Ichika picked up the narrative, adding another layer to the story.
"I see. So, do you girls want to hear how I met Minato?" Ichika shifted the conversation, sparking interest among all present. His relationship with Minato predated even those of the Sekirei, and their shared history was filled with moments both profound and mundane.
"Sure," Chiho responded, her voice hopeful, wishing to replace old memories with new stories.
"I would love to hear how you captured his heart, Ichika," Kazehana joined in, her tone playful and curious.
"What sort of crazy things did you two do when you were young?" Ichika considered her question, noting mentally that he should perhaps keep some of the more outrageous tales to himself. Uzume, after all, was quite the tease.
"This ought to be interesting," Matsu giggled, leaning forward, her interest piqued.
"I want to hear about my two big brothers," Kusano piped up, climbing into Kazehana's lap eagerly.
"It was about ten years ago. I can't remember much of my childhood. Chifuyu told me that we had run away from our parents and settled in Hokkaido. It was there that Chifuyu met Tabane while she was in school. I don't know my parents, and frankly, I don't care about them. I suppose we all know that family is what you make of it."
The Sekirei nodded in agreement, understanding the sentiment all too well.
"During one of my trips to the store, I was about four or five at the time. I was walking around, looking for the items. Not paying attention to where I was going, I bumped into a tall person. It was there I met Minato."
The girls leaned in closer, hanging on every word.
"You have to understand. I was a pretty shy kid. I never knew much of the outside world, and my sister was strict with me. So there he stood. He was eight or nine at the time. For his age, he was a pretty tall guy. He bowed down to look at me. The first words were, 'You need some help, little guy.'" Ichika sighed, the memory vivid in his mind.
"I just nodded to him. Chifuyu told me that I shouldn't trust strangers, but something told me that he was fine. So I handed him my list. I said thank you. I told him my name and asked him his name. He said Minato Sahashi."
The girls smiled, touched by the simplicity and warmth of the encounter.
"After that, he walked me home. We talked about our home. We could relate, as he didn't have his mother around—only his grandmother, grandfather, and sister. We just clicked. After that, I met him around the places. We were both outliers. I mean, I had Houki, but by protecting her, I ostracized myself from the class. It was no fun."
Ichika took a deep breath, reflecting on those lonely days.
"I had no one except my sister, and I trained with Houki for kendo. Ryuuin was a big help, but compared to Minato, it was better."
"Ryuuin?" Uzume inquired, curious about the new name.
"Houki's dad. I took lessons from him, but in some other bits, Minato taught me a whole lot more. Things like fishing, some other stuff. Wise lessons. Things that you know others can't teach you. Brother is the guy that I turned out like this."
"You girls are fortunate," Ichika said, his gaze fixed on the twinkling stars, a soft smile gracing his features.
"Why do you say that? Because we know that," Matsu replied, her smile briefly faltering as she noticed the earnest expression on Ichika's face.
"Because Minato is the closest thing that I have that resembles a father. That is why I am saying that. When you have those kids, he'll be taking good care of them." His voice was gentle yet firm, filled with a conviction that left a brief silence hanging in the air.
The girls absorbed his words, acknowledging the truth in them. Indeed, Minato would make a fantastic father.
"I do wonder how he is doing now," Ichika mused, breaking the reflective pause.
Matsu glanced at the time. "By now, the festival is still going. I suppose that he is having fun. That or he is busy with Musubi." She recalled a moment when Ichika, exhausted, had accidentally walked in on Musubi in the bath, a memory that brought a flush to his cheeks.
Not that she minded it. It was an innocent mistake, after all.
"I hope that they have fun there," Ichika concluded, his thoughts drifting to Minato and Musubi, hoping their evening was as enriching and peaceful.
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"Yukari."
"Houki, it's been a while. My, how the little girl grew up." Yukari's eyes narrowed as Houki crossed her arms, slightly pushing the bra cup to emphasize her figure.
"Really now? I suppose that you know very little about that. Given your chest." Yukari's retort was sharp, pointing out the difference in their physiques. While she was decently endowed, Houki had developed significantly more.
Yukari, clad in an orange kimono with a red sash, stood next to Shiina, who wore a grey kimono. Shiina, known as the Sekirei of Death, remained silent, letting Yukari handle the confrontation. He was confident in Yukari's ability to handle the situation, given her fiery temperament.
"Perhaps. I grew up in different places. So what are you doing here?" Houki tried to shift the conversation away from personal attacks.
"I was chasing your useless brother. Or I can ask you. Where. Is. Ichika?" Houki's demand tightened Yukari's jaw, her irritation palpable.
"Well, if Minato won't tell you, neither will I—also, a pro tip for you. If you are at the school with Ichika and he doesn't leave his details, that might be for a reason. No guy likes to be chased." Shiina, ever the voice of reason, attempted to convey some wisdom, though his words were likely lost on Houki.
"Really now?" Houki glanced over her shoulder, her gaze landing on a distant figure in the crowd.
"I suppose that you know all about it. Does your Sekirei know that he is taking a sloppy second?" Houki's words were designed to provoke, suggesting that Shiina was a second choice to Ichika.
"First of all, that term would only make sense if I went with Ichika. That didn't happen. Second. When I met him, he made it very clear that he wasn't looking for love. Even if he was, I am no longer on the market." Yukari's response was fierce, her eyes blazing with anger.
"Perhaps you should learn something else like proper courting or manners. Do you want to know the really messed up part? Ichika might have given you a shot. Or any of those other girls. If you weren't such a stuck-up little bitch." Yukari's harsh words were rare and reflected the high emotions of the moment.
Stunned into silence, Houki struggled to respond as her mind raced to catch up. Seizing the opportunity, Yukari delivered her final warning.
"Don't go looking for Ichika. If you end up at his place, it will end badly for you." With that, the Demon Ashikabi was swiftly pulled away by the Sekirei of Death, also known to others as the Grim Reaper.
"Maybe, Yukari, you should do the same thing. You know that your sisters-in-law don't like it when you grope them." Yukari's parting shot left Houki momentarily speechless.
Recovering from her stupor, Houki was about to retort when she realized they had already left. Frustrated but undeterred, her eyes scanned the crowd, spotting Minato and Musubi. Using her training, she decided to follow them discreetly, convinced that by tracking them, she would eventually find Ichika. She was determined to uncover his whereabouts, whatever the cost.
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Back at the inn, the evening wound down more subduedly, with everyone reflecting on their day and the relationships that tied them all together.
"Maybe next time, we should go along," Uzume lamented as she sipped her drink. With alcohol still off-limits, she made do with soft drinks, which weren't quite as satisfying but were something.
Ichika had just finished his drink and was now sitting up, keeping a respectful distance next to Chiho, while Uzume, Matsu, and Kazehana enjoyed their beverages.
The youngest among them, Kusano, needed to go to bed, and in the absence of her real brother, Ichika had dutifully carried her to her room and tucked her in, serving as a valuable substitute.
"You know why we weren't going along," Matsu remarked, understanding the dynamics at play. Minato loved spending time with them, but with only one of him to go around, the Sekirei would naturally compete for his attention.
Ichika often got a free pass, which he didn't mind, as he enjoyed his moments of solitude or the occasional company of just one of the Sekirei. Earlier, Miya had asked him to help her out with dinner since he was a good cook, which was a nice change of pace.
"I just am surprised that he has all this time for you all. I can't imagine how hard it might be," Ichika mused, prompting Uzume to chuckle.
"It's normal now—years of practice. You had to see this when the Waterdere was winged in her first few days. It's a good thing that Miya can summon that mask; otherwise, the Inn might have been destroyed," Uzume replied, recalling the tumultuous early days with a mixture of fondness and relief.
"Tsukiumi has mellowed out compared to the first few weeks," Matsu added, giggling at the memory. The past was full of drama, and while it made for great stories, she was glad those days were behind her. Too much drama was good for nothing, after all.
Eventually, the conversation faded into a comfortable silence. Everyone seemed to settle into a peaceful state of mind, enjoying the calm of the moment.
Although, Matsu's thoughts briefly wandered to Ichika, who had gone to pour himself another glass. The drama at the Infinite Stratos Academy kept her on her toes, and she didn't stop worrying about the potential trouble brewing there, especially with Tabane's unpredictable nature.
It was not that she feared it, but that woman had turned the world on its head more than once. Like Higa and Minaka, she lacked a moral compass, which was always something to keep in mind.
Meanwhile, Ichika and Chiho sat back, watching the moonrise. The night had been enjoyable, and Ichika felt he could get used to these peaceful days.
As for Minato, no one was quite sure where he was. If Ichika were honest, he didn't want to know what Minato was doing with Musubi. Some things were better left unexplored, especially on nights as serene as this.
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The festival had slowly run out, but for Minato and Musubi, the fun was only starting. Their visit was easy, and they knew just where they had to go. The unsavory parts of the city were things they had long grown accustomed to. Not that either had any eyes for someone else.
Houki did, though. Her eyes grew wide as the Shrine Maiden realized where the two were going. A love hotel. She had seen and noticed the debauchery going on. She could feel it seeping into her system, and it felt like the filth would never be able to get washed away. Her skin crawled as she watched Minato and Musubi in one place.
She cringed at the ideas that she could come up with. That Musubi girl looked like a beautiful woman with enormous. No, stop, don't go there.
He must really like to take her by her.
Stop. She wasn't like that.
But why did she picture Ichika and herself in a similar position? Houki wanted to scream, punch, kick, get away from it.
When the door closed, her blush became even more extensive. The shock had also set in.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!? ARE THEY TRYING TO...WHAT THE FUCK!?" She didn't even notice that one guy came from behind her. A hand rested on her backside.
"Hey there, lady? Looking for a job?" There was a time when she slowly turned her head. An overweight, teethless guy smiled at her; Cabbage and tobacco filled her lungs. Greasy fat hair clung to his scalp.
For once, she used her strength for the right thing. Punching the guy in the face so hard, he came crashing down, and she ran away. From the place, from the filthy hole. From the disgust that had seeped in her system.
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Honne Nohotoke savored a rare moment of intimacy and leisure with Jasei, away from the demands of their everyday lives. The day they had been hot, enhancing their closeness and the intensity of their kisses. Despite the pressing weight of summer homework—a bane in the lives of many students—Honne found the silver lining in that it provided a legitimate excuse to spend time with Jasei.
They lay together, Honne with her head resting comfortably against Jasei, who was clad only in loose trousers, his upper body bare. The heat didn't deter them; instead, it seemed to fuel their affection, with both comfortably exploring the boundaries they had set for themselves.
Their hands wandered, yet they remained within the agreed limits: no sex until both felt completely comfortable. Honne was far from stuffy; her ease with the physical intimacy they shared, even half-naked and slick with sweat, spoke volumes of her comfort and trust in Jasei.
Whispering into his ear, Honne shared a tender secret that brought a smile to Jasei's face. His hands gently squeezed her, a gesture that was both daring and restrained. This delicate balance they maintained—Honne setting the pace and Jasei respectfully following—allowed them to explore their physical connection without crossing any boundaries prematurely.
"I'm not ready to go further," Honne conveyed through her actions and gentle stops, her hands tracing patterns over his chest. Jasei understood, and his reply was simple and supportive: "Okay, Honne."
As they paused, both lying there, Honne's eyes conveyed a mix of desire and caution. The moment was perfect, yet she knew they needed to draw back, at least for now.
"Jasei."
"Yes. Can we…" Before she could finish, Jasei placed a finger gently on her lips, his smile reassuring.
"Sure. You don't have to say it."
"I am sorry, but I don't think that I—" she began, only to be interrupted by his calm, understanding smile.
"No worries. I don't mind the idea of taking some time. We don't see each other that much. And well, I want to take this slow as well," she replied, her voice a mixture of relief and affection. They kissed once more, each kiss sealing their mutual respect and patience for one another.
Glancing at the clock, Honne noted they had about twenty minutes before the others would be home. It was time to transition from their private world back to reality.
"Come on. Let's get clean and dressed. My parents will have picked up my little brothers, and I want to introduce you to them," she said, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
Honne was ready to take the next step in blending her personal life with her family life, a significant move that spoke of her deep feelings for Jasei. The day might have started with simple physical closeness, but it was paving the way to something much more profound and meaningful in their relationship.
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Musubi walked out of the shower. Despite the late hours, it had been a long day. And if they wanted to have fun, it was better than she was clean.
Minato was still in his clothes.
"Minato, won't you undress?" She was naked already. Modesty could leave the building now.
"I was kinda hoping that you wanted to do that." She got the smirk and walked over to him. A smile was over her face, and her hands wandered over the body.
"Honestly, the things that I must do." When his chest was visible, she sucked on the neck. Minato gasped as she softly used her teeth.
When she undid the trousers, she looked down and found that his dick was rock hard. It was a bit funny. They hadn't done anything, yet her naked body aroused him.
"No warmup?" She asked. Shaking his head, Minato just wanted to fuck her. Not that she minded it. She could have it later, but right now, she just wanted to forget about Houki. So when she was ready, she slid everything down of Minato.
Pushing him down, Musubi hovered over him or better said, her pussy was over him. Her hands and her mouth had gotten over his dick. It was merely a warmup. Musubi was ready and willing to accept him. So her mouth, skilled from it, gave him one experimental lick as Minato's tongue entered her fold.
She was already beginning to leak, but having her ready and primed could never hurt.
He was glad that she took a bath, but Minato couldn't understand why she wanted to do him like this. He must have sweat a lot. Yet, she didn't let up. Continuing her assault, she wrapped her tits around them. Through all the time, Musubi got a lot better at those. The soft elastic breasts wrapped around him, and she began to use her tongue even more as she felt happy and warm.
When she decided it was enough, she let Minato go, and she put herself next to him.
On the bed, her butt went up in the air.
Wriggling her shapely ass, she made it clear how she wanted it. Minato wouldn't deny it. Just one light touch made it clear how much she wanted to get fucked.
"Ready?"
"Yes." Pushing his hands on the dick, he guided it in her. Musubi moaned and panted as she felt how Minato entered her body. When his dick managed to bottom her out, his hands went to her hips. A soft touch made it clear that he was ready for this.
She had molded out, and Musubi could feel the light touch. When she nodded, Minato slowly worked her out as he could feel her body. It had been a week or maybe ten days since the last time. Not that anyone had begun to feel needed for a fuck.
The day of the impregnation was fantastic, but now, Musubi felt how much she had missed a good fuck. Her pussy was constricted around his dick. His hands explored, softly touching her ass while he massaged the flesh.
Putting his weight behind her, she whispered Something in his ear.
"Faster." That was the only thing he needed as he drove up the speed. The groans escaped him as it felt like she didn't want him to leave. But with adding speed, it was easier to slap his hips against Musubi. She could take it much easier now as she felt how Minato began to work over her. His dick was still buried in her pussy. She could feel how much Minato liked fucking her.
When his hands wandered over her body, he squeezed the succulent and soft tits. The flesh was spilling out of his hands. Still on her knees, she could feel how his hands were going over. They did avoid her pussy as it would end too soon for them.
Craning her head, Musubi gave him one kiss. Her wings came out, and luckily, they didn't do much to throw Minato from her back. It did, however, squeeze her too tight as she felt her system going into overdrive.
The tightness was also what caused Minato to lose his control. The times that he didn't use it came back, and his dick flooded her pussy. It wasn't a loss. She was already knocked up; it wouldn't hurt her, and Minato had been going for creampies ever since Musubi came back.
He could feel the week's worth of sperm going in her. The Ashikabi did pull out his dick, but he remained on her body. She could feel his weight. Not that it was any discomfort. He was too much overcome, and the same could be said about her.
Eventually, she did turn around and took Minato up, so he was looming over her.
"Again." Musubi rarely ordered him, but she wanted seconds, and so Minato wanted to do it as well.
The influence of Sekirei on Ashikabi was mindboggling. Not that he complained. If he had to satisfy six aliens sexually and one Ashikabi with his former physique, that might have been a problem. Now, it was better for him.
Laying on her back, she felt how Minato entered her again. Bodily fluids were a fantastic thing, and he found it excellent in her.
With her legs, she hooked the guy closer to him. Their chests were squeezed together as she felt how her tits were at his chest. A kiss was shared again. Minato thought that she had hearts in her eyes as he was mesmerized by the amount of love she had for him. It was clear how much she liked doing this.
When he had footing, his hips began to match at her while she retook him. She was still soaked, and she kissed him again. Musubi clung tightly to him. She found that he was terrific. Minato didn't want to leave the prison made out of flesh. Every place of him felt warm and tight and soft.
She could feel how he was filling her up. Not using speed, he wasn't able to let go of her. Not that he wanted to escape her body. She just clutched him nice and tight. His hips moved, and despite it all, he wished that he could see those breasts flopping up and down. Not that he complained as the Ashikabi felt how close she was to him.
He was also hugging her with the tits squished at him while the two kissed. He explored her mouth, and Musubi loved it.
The two had a lot of fun, but the stuff was good enough. Musubi had felt one hug as he took her nearly up, skewering her on his dick. When his hands had taken her up, she could feel them assaulting her bum. Coupled with the kiss, she came again.
"Minato," Musubi moaned in her own voice.
"Musubi. I can't." She felt the warmth in her body filling her up again. The womb was still drenched with cum. Minato stayed in her until he was sure the last drop was out. He was all satisfied. Pulling out, he just laid his head back. Taking up the blanket, the Ashikabi put Musubi on the bed. With her shoulder on his head, an arm wrapped around him.
This wasn't as much work as I thought it would be. I just should have known about it all. It was kind of fun doing this again and getting all the stuff out.
Lemons have changed the same.
I hope you all had a pleasant weekend.
Checked on 14/04/2024
Saluut.