IS and Sekire Brave New World: Rewrite

by Kerlongsj Evert Orlejov

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

12. Empire of the Clouds AI

We are getting more and more in. This was right at the start of the summer Arc in this fic. This was one where we had a big focus on the Sekirei part of the story. Ichika's story was relegated to the background.

Back then, an old friend put this fic on his favorite list, and I had some ideas that I borrowed from Phen0m20. As before, thank you.

Back then, we were really in the pandemic, and I entered a stage where I did quite a bit of writing and gaming. Well, those days might have been fun, but the uncertainty and the fact that I had zero dough coming in weren't so much fun.

And still, a part of me reminisces about those days.

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Now a shadow on a hill, the angel of the east

The empire of the clouds may rest in peace

Started on 23/04/2020

Ended on 21/05/2020

It took me a month to write this out and it's funny, it takes me now at the same time. But that is largely due to the job.

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Minato had no idea what he could do, but just lying around seemed to be the best option. It had become clear how hot it really could get in Shinto-Teito, a fact the Ashikabi from the North had forgotten. But right now, the heat was unbearable.

This relegated the idea of doing something productive to fantasy. All of the Sekirei shared the same sentiment. Even Miya did nothing, having shopped a few hours before the heat intensified.

It seemed there was only one way to cope: venturing out in the extremely early or late hours.

Sitting outside, they were all grateful that Tsukiumi and Kusano had created a sort of river system, keeping the garden fresh. Yet even with that, it did little to mitigate the heat. Kagari opted for a short-sleeveless shirt and shorts.

Chiho chose a similarly short, sleeveless dress that showcased her long legs. Minato sat next to her, wearing his usual attire, which was a simple shirt and blue shorts. Both quietly observed their surroundings.

However, Minato, though awake, lay in Chiho's lap.

Uzume opted for a straightforward approach, donning her yellow bikini, which attracted glances from both Ashikabis. Given the comfort it provided, Minato understood why the others might choose swimsuits.

Miya, too, found it too hot to object. Fortunately, they had kept their swimsuits handy.

Kusano's bikini, modest yet cute, was green; she played with Musubi, who wore a simple yet alluring white bikini.

Tsukiumi chose a black/bluish bikini with longer shorts. Sitting at the pond's edge, she used her powers to stay calm, and her feet dipped in the water as she lay back, listening to the crickets chirp under the full force of a Shinto-Teito summer.

Minato turned to see Matsu emerge from her room, driven out by the heat. Wearing an orange bikini, she sat with a clear mind. Minato's gaze then shifted to Kazehana, her purple attire leaving little to the imagination, though that was the least of Minato's concerns. As Takehito had once remarked, it was too hot even to consider leaving the house or engaging in sexual intercourse. They would all weather it out or play in the water like Musubi, and the cold water would be a slight relief.

The Pillar and her tenants were not thinking about productivity. Chiho had secured her position as the coveted lap pillow, and no one thought to contest it.

Tsukiumi had long since learned that arguing with Chiho was futile. The cunning Ashikabi stroked Minato's hair while he lay awake, his eyes wandering over the scene.

"Been a while since we had a summer this hot," Chiho remarked, gazing at Minato. "What I wouldn't give to be in Hokkaido again. We're pretty much melting here." The relentless heat seemed destined to persist for a good long while.

Now, on the tenth of July, the full brunt of summer was upon them. Minato could do nothing but lay back and wait it out. The heat was so oppressive that only air-conditioned places offered any respite, significantly reducing the discomfort.

Minato and his Sekirei had envisioned a summer filled with passion, yet the extreme weather proved too much for any such activities. Their gaze turned to Miya, who mirrored Chiho's sentiment.

Takehito, in contrast to Minato, found solace in Miya's lap, asleep amidst the swelter.

"What are we going to do now?" Chiho inquired, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

"What do you mean, Chiho?" Minato responded, puzzled.

"Well, how are you going to prepare for a party while it's this hot?" She leaned down for a kiss, her question hanging in the air.

"I contacted the ones who were invited through my mobile phone. Those who aren't invited will know when to come," Minato explained, his focus on the logistical side of things. Chiho's nose wrinkled at the mention of Seo. While not a terrible person, he indeed required extra effort to manage.

Acknowledging that no one is perfect, it became clear that everyone has their quirks. Minato's endearing qualities were well-known to the girls despite his flaws. Now, they all waited for the heat to subside.

Relief came in small measures. Musubi braved the heat to cook, leaving them with curry for meals, a welcome alternative to eating out or attempting to cook in such stifling conditions.

As the heat eventually waned, the Sekirei gathered around Minato, who had ingeniously suggested sleeping in the garden. Thanks to Uzume's efforts, they had ample cloth to create a makeshift tented island in the garden, where they spread out their futons to sleep.

This adaptation was a testament to the summer's intensity. Minato found contentment in Chiho's lap, watching his Sekirei play and enjoy the more relaxed evening.

"Can you imagine what it would look like in just a few years?" Minato just listened to Chiho. I mean, the whole idea sounds like one mad crusade you have—the idea of getting us all pregnant and having kids."

With a red hue, Minato couldn't help but smile at her. "Mind you. Chiho. That is your idea. Not mine. You want the idea, and I am just willing to go along with it. It will be fun to have kids running around." With that, he couldn't help but wonder how they would be.

Among them, they harbored questions about the future. Of course, their children would be Sekirei, inheriting potent abilities, but to what extent from their father, an Ashikabi? The dynamics between the two Ashikabi's offspring stirred their curiosity further.

How would the Sekirei interact with one another in this new context? What would their lives look like? These were the questions that preoccupied Minato and Chiho.

Chiho looked deeply into Minato's eyes before kissing him once more. "I really do love you, Minato. I mean it. Just like I love Uzume."

"The theory goes... Well, I wonder how our child will turn out," Minato mused, his thoughts momentarily interrupted by his phone.

"Ichika?" Chiho inquired, her interest piqued. She had been eager to meet him, drawn by the similarities he shared with Minato. Plus, Musubi had already declared a future match.

"Nope. Your mother-in-law," Minato corrected with a smile, answering the call. Chiho harbored mixed feelings towards Takami, yet of all three Sahashi women, Takami was the one she appreciated the most.

Takami, the adjuster for Musubi, Kusano, and Homura, had contributed significantly to advancements that improved Chiho's life. Yet, she was also a key figure in shaping Minato into the person he was today, though he had begun to outgrow that shadow.

Interestingly, Takehito emerged as an unexpected mentor and father figure to Minato, fulfilling a role Minato hadn't realized he needed. This bond, Chiho observed, might mirror what they could expect from Ichika.

For Chiho, the concept of family had always seemed out of reach, yet now, she found herself part of a more prominent family than she had dared to dream of, with Uzume and Minato at its heart.

Musubi, Matsu, Tsukiumi, Homura, and Kazehana became her older sisters, guides, and rivals in affection.

Kusano was cherished as everyone's beloved little sister.

And the possibility of a child on the horizon was the crowning joy of their shared life.

However, Takami's subject was complex. While Chiho grasped the reasons behind Takami's demeanor, it was no secret that some of the older girls held reservations. Kazehana, in particular, struggled to forgive Takami for capturing Minaka's heart despite the outcomes.

Adapting to Kazehana and Matsu as daughters-in-law presented challenges for Takami. While she managed civility, the introduction of children could test those diplomatic waters further.

Yet, a consensus formed among the Sekirei and Chiho: they were willing to navigate these complexities with Takami, hopeful for reconciliation and unity.

Dealing with Yukari, not to mention the grandmother, was an entirely different matter. Minato, inherently kind, had earned significant leeway with the girls, resolving never to upset them intentionally—a line he was determined not to cross.

Chiho watched as Minato answered the call with a casual, "Hey, Mom."

"Hello, Minato. It's been a while since I heard from you," his mother sharply retorted.

"Well, that's how things are. I'm building my life out. Something up?" He replied with a carefree grin, conveying a hint of detachment. "You sound like someone I knew. Anyway, I heard you intend to make more Sekirei?"

Exchanging a glance with Chiho, Minato found her just as puzzled. It wasn't her who had spilled the beans on Takami, but Takami had her way of discovering things.

"Right, indeed. But so far, no luck," Minato candidly shared with his mother. The playful ambiance among the Sekirei momentarily paused as they tuned into the conversation, curious about the mention of Sekirei.

"Well, I heard some stuff. I've prepared something for you regarding that. Would you mind coming over to pick it up?" Takami proposed.

Minato checked the time, noting the oppressive heat that made any thought of leaving the inn unappealing.

"Maybe later, mom. How does seven sound?" He proposed, to which he received a sigh and shuffle from his mother's end.

"Sure, you can come then. Also, you'll have company. Yukari is also visiting," Takami revealed, adding another layer to Minato's contemplation. Nonetheless, he agreed, "Sure. I'll see you then."

"Do me a favor. I'm not playing granny for your kids," his mother said in a snarky tone, hinting at her stance on future family dynamics.

"Don't worry about it, mum. I intend to raise my kids myself," Minato retorted, closing the call on a note of independence. His response earned Kazehana a whistle and thumbs up from Matsu and Uzume, while Homura merely shook her head in amusement.

"That's something I gotta give you," Matsu acknowledged with a hint of pride, admiring Minato's handling of the conversation.

Minato attributed the lively conversation dynamics to the girls, "I blame that on you girls. You three talk to her, and that's fun for me. I decided to reply. And well, it's just how things are." They unanimously nodded, entirely in agreement with his sentiment.

To beat the relentless heat, Minato joined in the playful splashing in the cold water. His shirt and shorts clung to him, soaked, but the discomfort was trivial compared to the relief the cool water brought. As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, they decided to dine outdoors, enjoying Musubi's curry. The portion was thankfully manageable for everyone.

As the evening air began to cool, Minato opted for a long-sleeved shirt and light pants, comfortable yet covered. Stepping outside, he found the night air refreshingly crisp, though still warm from the day's heat—a perfect setting for a leisurely walk.

The neighborhood buzzed to life in the more relaxed evening, shops reopened, and neighbors emerging, making Minato reflect on what life would be like during lockdowns.

The journey required taking the tube, which, to his relief, was unusually quiet.

At the station, a familiar voice reached him before he could see its owner. "Big Brother." Turning, he spotted Yukari, his sister, who was his polar opposite in many ways. Her slim yet athletic frame belied a strength that surpassed many.

"Hey, sis," he greeted Yukari, who wore a midriff-baring top and a short skirt, a stark contrast to Minato's more conservative choice. Despite her appearance, Minato knew better than to worry about her ability to handle herself.

"So, you got called to mum, huh? I wonder why," Yukari teased, smiling mischievously at Minato, who responded with a deadpan,

It has something to do with the fact that I want to have kids. His comment left Yukari momentarily speechless, a rare feat.

Recovering quickly, she bombarded him with questions, "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait? What now?"

"You heard me right. I intend to start a family," Minato confirmed, maintaining a steady gaze on his sister as they boarded the tube, finding it empty enough for a private conversation.

"With whom do you intend that?" Yukari asked incredulously, clearly taken aback by his announcement.

Minato, undeterred by her tone, revealed, "With whom do you think? Well, I can tell you who I am having in my bed. Musubi, Matsu, Tsukiumi, Kazehana, Kagari, Uzume, and Chiho. They all want a kid and asked me to be the father," he said, the grin evident in his voice, confidently sharing his unconventional yet heartfelt plans for the future.

The contemplation of fatherhood and the changes it would bring to the lives of the Sekirei intrigued Minato. Their children, unlike the Sekirei, would grow up outside, free from confinement, nurtured by those adept at harnessing their innate powers. The thought held a unique appeal.

"All of them? And they asked you?" Yukari's doubt was met with a firm glare from Minato, silencing any skepticism.

"Yes, they asked me. For the record, I winged six out of the seven, and the seventh is on board. And no, Kusano is not part of this," Minato clarified, forestalling any misinterpretation. Yukari's glare softened into a begrudging acceptance.

"You really think this will work? I mean, considering who they are... I wonder how they'll handle being pregnant," Yukari mused, her tone shifting to one of whimsical curiosity. Inadvertently, she revealed her preoccupations compared to Minato's more pragmatic concerns.

The conversation took a lighter turn with Minato's inquiry,

"How is Shiina?" leading Yukari to giggle at the mention of her own Sekirei. Like Minato, she shared a deep connection with her Sekirei, Shiina, who not only kept her grounded but also managed their household affairs.

Shiina's camaraderie and influence in Yukari's life were undeniable, mirroring the dynamics Minato had with his own Sekirei.

"I take it you've had fun with Shiina," Minato commented, observing his sister's demeanor.

Yukari's glare returned, though Minato remained unfazed. The opinions that mattered to him were those of the women waiting for him back home. While he valued their insights and often aligned with their plans, he had learned to assert his own will when necessary.

"So what? I winged him," Yukari retorted defensively before adding with a hint of mischief, "I'm surprised Miya-san allows you to have sex in her Inn."

"We don't," Minato succinctly replied to Yukari's insinuation. "We use a love hotel. That's also why we're currently looking for a new place." Yukari couldn't help but shake her head, amused and perhaps a bit proud of how her brother had carved out a name for himself since everything had unfolded. It was indeed enjoyable to witness his transformation.

"So, what did mum call you for?" Yukari's curiosity was piqued as they made their way into the towering presence of MBI.

"I suspect it's about my attempts to start a family. But so far, no success. You might as well ask her yourself," Minato responded as they entered the building.

Despite the late hour, the place buzzed with activity. The receptionist offered them a knowing wink and directed them towards the elevator, a path both siblings had traversed enough times to remember by heart.

The takeover of MBI by their mother after their father secluded himself in that infamous ship meant both siblings were expected to lend their support eventually. Approaching the designated office, they were greeted by a prompt "Come in" following their knock.

The office was a testament to sleek design, the kind of place where a single piece of furniture could easily surpass the lifetime earnings of an average person.

On the desk lay two suitcases, and the surrounding area was adorned with beverages. Minato mused over Kazehana's tolerance for alcohol, her robust constitution enabling her to drink without much concern, though she always exercised moderation.

Observing their mother, Takami's lifestyle appeared nothing short of a miracle. Known for drinking heavily, swearing with the ease of a seasoned sailor, and smoking relentlessly, she bore the marks of her habits with prematurely white hair despite being in her early forties.

Yet, thanks to the advanced medical solutions from MBI, she maintained her health and appearance.

Yukari, sharing her mother's slender physique, carried a different air about her. While her frame was modest compared to some of the Sekirei, she chose attire that concealed rather than accentuated her form—a lab coat over a white shirt paired with black trousers, presenting herself more as a professional than a figure of allure.

"Good evening, my offspring," Takami greeted Minato and Yukari with a playful grin as they entered. "Hey, mum," Yukari cheerfully responded, rushing over to her while Minato carefully closed the door behind them.

"Hey, mum. You had something for me?" Minato inquired, catching the amused expression on his mother's face.

"I hear you're on the crusade to the holy lands," she quipped, her grin widening.

"If by that vulgar euphemism, you mean my intention to have kids, then yes. But I haven't managed to get one girl pregnant yet," Minato confessed.

Takami sighed softly, her gaze softening. It was clear to her that the girls around him had influenced Minato, and she appreciated the strength of character he was developing. He was polite, very precisely. He had a resolve, a firmness where he stood his ground, immovable even if the world turned around him.

"Yeah. Indeed. But I suppose it hasn't worked out yet," Minato admitted, shaking his head, a slight hint of frustration in his demeanor while Yukari remained silently observant.

"Not really, no. Besides Seo, did anyone manage to get a Sekirei pregnant?" he asked, prompting Takami to react visibly when Seo's name was mentioned.

"Beside him, no. But what Takehito did hardly seems fair to call. He's a scum," Takami remarked, her distaste for the situation evident.

Minato replied dryly, echoing his mother's sentiment: " I can't argue there. So, what have you got for me?"

Takami then opened one of the suitcases to reveal its contents to him—eight bottles lay inside.

"I've been working on this. With all the free time after my regular duties, I haven't quite found a hobby, so I dedicated myself to this project. It's a drink designed to enhance the fertility of the Sekirei." That caused Minato to take a good look at the bottle.

"You got one for me as well?" His mother ruffled his hair. "Yep. This is to enhance your performance in bed. It will give you all that you need to finish." Minato looked back at her gift and his mum.

"Mum, do you realize that there is only one bottle for me? And seven, one for each?" His mother nodded.

"Yes, the stuff remains unspoiled as long as you keep it closed. Once it is opened, drink it and do your sex. They're named for each Sekirei." Yukari began to glow red while Minato just grinned.

"You also know that I have to have them all at once?" The male Ashikabi began to see that as a challenge instead of a harrowing task.

"Yes. Is that a problem? I don't think that the girls would disagree with having sex together." Minato shook his head as he took a seat in front of his mother.

"It's a perfect gift, mum. It might just work out. One question. Any side effects that I should be aware of this drug?" Takami shook her head.

"It won't be a risky endeavor, Minato. It either works or it doesn't. However, be prepared for it to act as an aphrodisiac. So, it's likely going to continue with more than just one round for each of the girls. I assume your stamina will be up to the challenge."

Minato's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his mother's blunt assessment.

"If this succeeds, we'll have developed a fertility drug. You're not the first Ashikabi to express such a need. Others've inquired, but I'd rather not disclose their identities."

Minato didn't press further, though the thought of Mikogami and Akitsu briefly crossed his mind, adding an awkward note to his contemplations.

Yeah, that wasn't awkward at all.

"Thanks, Mum," he managed to say, trying to steer his thoughts back to the matter at hand.

"Do me one favor, in any case. Please, don't name any potential outcome after me," Takami requested with a half-smile, implying a child but leaving the humor to soften the request.

"And use it soon. While the concoction will remain potent as long as it's sealed, I wouldn't advise waiting too long to use it," she said, taking a seat across from him.

Minato gazed at the suitcase before him, realizing the significant impact it could have on his life yet again.

"We're planning to go after the heat cools down a bit. Where should I keep this until then?" Minato's voice carried the earnestness that Takami was familiar with.

"In the fridge. Just store it there," she directed, her response straightforward.

Minato nodded, processing this information until another question dawned on him. "Wait, what about?"

"Little Miss Chiho Hidaka. She has her bottle, too. It contains a similar formulation to what's in the Sekirei's and yours. However, I recommend that if you proceed, you should save her for last. Begin with Mu-chan or Kazehana. The initial experiences are likely to be quite intense,"

Takami advised, her tone suggesting she had carefully considered the effects.

Minato felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness for the night ahead. He glanced down, thinking about conserving his energy for what was promised to be an unforgettable experience.

Having guided her son, Takami then turned her attention to her daughter, offering her a box of pills—a different kind of preparation for whatever might lie ahead for Yukari.

"What are these, mum?"

"Pills. You and Shiina are looking to have fun as well. While I'm not against Minato starting a family, you, my dear, will have to wait a few more years. At least until you graduate from college."

Yukari's jaw dropped. She was unaccustomed to her mother outright denying something, especially on such a significant matter.

"But mom, why is my brother allowed to have kids, and I'm not?"

Yukari protested, her voice tinged with disbelief. Takami sighed, exchanging a knowing look with Minato, who could only roll his eyes at the unfolding conversation.

"Do you really need to ask? Because he won't be the one carrying the children. Yes, both of you are Ashikabis and have winged powerful Sekirei. But Minato's role is to support them through their pregnancy. You, on the other hand, would have to bear the children yourself. As a college student, your focus should remain on your studies. Once you've graduated, we can discuss your desire to start a family with Shiina. My goal is to ensure your education isn't interrupted."

Yukari turned to her brother, seeking an ally, but Takami continued,

"And Yukari, remember what your brother said. I'm not planning to be a full-time grandmother. I expect to work for another two decades with you two supporting me. By the time I retire, perhaps your children can step in. But until then, someone needs to be responsible for raising them. And I doubt my mother is prepared to take on such a role again."

"I don't think she's ready for anything of the sort. Plus, Kazehana would murder me if I even suggested it," Minato chimed in, addressing his mother's implied suggestion.

The notion of leaving the children with their great-grandmother was quickly dismissed by the Sekirei, whose protective instincts would likely lead to an uproar.

Takami mused over Minato's potential employment opportunities, given his unique position. "So, how many of them are considering working?"

Minato couldn't help but snort at his mother's question. "Most likely, only Homura is considering it. The rest aren't really inclined towards working, but they don't necessarily need to. With their MBI cards, we're financially secure enough to buy a house, which is what we plan to do." His admission caught Takami's attention, prompting a raised eyebrow.

"You're spreading your wings, I see. I can't really fault you for that," Takami acknowledged. Then, shifting the conversation, she posed a question that drew Yukari's interest. "One last thing, Minato. What about Ichika?"

"Ichika? I heard his name on the news. What's happening with him, brother?" Yukari inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Minato's gaze shifted between his sister and mother, a mix of resignation and challenge in his eyes. "Mum, how do you know about Ichika?"

Takami offered a knowing smile. "Did you really think I wouldn't be aware? There are some issues, but I'll leave Ichika's situation to you. It won't be easy, Minato. And it seems your sister has some questions for you."

Yukari, recalling the young boy Minato had taken under his wing, sensed the similarities between her brother and Ichika.

Despite the age difference, there was a connection she couldn't overlook. Her thoughts also drifted to Shiina, her Sekirei, and lover, noting the parallels between him and Minato. Now, she sought clarity.

"Brother, what's going on? What does mum mean about Ichika?" she pressed, eager for insights.

Minato rubbed his eyes, gathering his thoughts. With their mother already aware of his part-time endeavors and Yukari set to meet Ichika soon, it was time to shed some light.

"Matsu discovered Ichika was heading to the ISA. I reached out to him, offering help if he ever needed it. And believe me, he's asked for assistance quite a bit over the last few months."

Both Takami and Yukari couldn't help but be amused by Minato's role in Ichika's life, which signaled a blend of family dynamics, responsibilities, and unexpected connections that tied them all together.

"Details, big brother, dirty details," Yukari pressed with a half-serious, half-teasing tone. Minato responded with a chuckle and a shake of his head, deflecting her curiosity with a dose of reality. "Let's just say it ain't all fun and sunshine, Yukari. Given what those girls are like, you can probably imagine."

Yukari shuddered, recalling the sensational stories that had circulated in the news. "Yeah, I can imagine. So, you've been helping him out. How?" She demanded more information, hands on her hips, giving her brother a scrutinizing look.

Minato leaned back, arms behind his chair, adopting a posture of relaxed confidence. "Intel about his opponents, mostly. Matsu's been a big help. She handled the modifications on Bodewig's machine and even took down the Silver Gospel when it went rogue. Hacked it right out of the sky, not even a week ago."

His revelations drew a mix of concern and admiration from Yukari and Takami.

"I've also been a bit of a sounding board. Got more than a few calls, some rather heated. You'll get the chance to hear all about it from him; he's coming to the party." This news visibly excited Yukari. Despite her commitment to Shiina, the thought of seeing Ichika again stirred old feelings within her.

"Sure, I'll ask him. See you at the Inn, and give your Sekirei my regards. Bye, brother. See you at the party, Mom." With that, Yukari made her exit, leaving Minato and Takami alone.

Takami, seemingly exhausted by the conversation, poured herself a glass of bourbon, seeking solace in the amber liquid. Minato declined the offer of a drink, his thoughts elsewhere.

"I understand why she's upset with the decision. But she's too young to be thinking about motherhood. College first," he mused, understanding his mother's stance yet unable to suppress a smile at the thought of what lay ahead for him.

"I'm still in the game. And these," he glanced at the suitcase, "are meant to boost our chances, not prevent anything."

"Minato, remember, you're not the one who'll be pregnant. Your Sekirei will. With Yukari, the situation is entirely different. We can't just reverse biology. And besides, the responsibility of raising children will fall on you. Unlike that other Ashikabi, who had to rely on his parents for support," Takami pointed out, her tone a mix of realism and concern.

Minato could only roll his eyes, acknowledging the truth in his mother's words while contemplating the future with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

Seo's penchant for stirring trouble and his haphazard approach to assistance were topics Minato preferred to dwell on only a little. "Seo is just too much work, and there's not enough benefit in helping him out. I owe him for the help with the Plan, but I'm not his babysitter, nor one of his kids."

This remark set gears turning in Takami's mind.

"Please, do me one favor," Takami implored, her tone suddenly serious. "If you and Little Miss Hidaka have a child, and it's a girl, please ensure she doesn't wing any of Seo's boys. The thought of him becoming an extended family is unbearable." Minato visibly cringed at the thought, the mere idea of Seo as a father-in-law sending shivers down his spine.

"Don't worry, Mum. I can't stand the idea either," Minato assured her, his resolve clear.

Rising from his seat, Minato's gaze fell upon the suitcase, a tangible representation of the choices and changes lying ahead.

He pondered the option of leaving it behind until Ichika's situation was resolved, but the pull of his own life—his desire to start a family with his Sekirei—was too strong to ignore. His journey with them was far from over, and together, they yearned to embrace the future.

Minato was acutely aware of his mortality and the finite nature of his existence. While he might live a long life, it wouldn't be eternal. His legacy, he decided, would be his children, and there seemed no better time than the present to begin this new chapter.

The notion of settling down was premature by conventional standards, especially in the whirlwind of the Sekirei Plan.

Yet, for Minato, the chance to delve deeper into the mysteries of the Sekirei, their human-like qualities despite their extraordinary powers and unwavering devotion to their Ashikabi, was a journey worth undertaking sooner rather than later.

He longed to witness the lives his children would lead, how they would navigate the world, and possibly how they would intertwine with the Sekirei community.

These thoughts occupied Minato as he made his way back to the inn alone, contemplating the significant evening ahead and the implications of his decisions for his future and the legacy he hoped to build.

As he approached the familiar structure he called home, he knocked on the door, ready to face whatever awaited him inside. His heart and mind were set on the path to fatherhood and the enduring impact he aimed to leave on the world.

"I'm home," Minato announced as he entered, only to be greeted by an excited Kusano rushing towards him. "Welcome back, big brother! What's that you have? Is it a present for Ku?" Her eyes were filled with curiosity and a hopeful gleam.

Minato gently shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "Not for you, Ku-chan. It's something from your mother-in-law." The mention of Takami sparked interest among the Sekirei, particularly Musubi, who approached with a question. "What did Takami send us?"

"I'll explain it in our outdoor room," Minato deferred, making his way to the kitchen to store the mysterious bottles in the fridge, planning to clarify their purpose at a more appropriate moment.

As he carefully placed each bottle inside, ensuring they were safely stored away, he anticipated the need to warn everyone to steer clear of them for now.

"Minato, what are you putting in my fridge?" Miya's voice, laced with curiosity and a hint of concern, reached him as she observed his actions. Despite her gentle smile, Minato could sense the underlying apprehension.

"Well, Miya, this is something from Mum. She said it would help me get the girls pregnant," he explained, trying to keep the mood light despite the gravity of the contents.

Miya blinked several times, processing the information, while Minato finished his task and stood, ready to address any concerns.

As he joined Miya, he reassured her, "I'm her guinea pig again. I'll make sure to tell the girls not to open or drink any of it." Miya blinked again, her gaze following Minato as he left for the outdoor room, leaving her to contemplate the implications.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Miya didn't need to look to know it was Takehito.

His comforting presence turned into a supportive sideways hug as they both stood in the kitchen. "He's growing up. And whether we like it or not, they're all spreading their wings. It's just the way of things," Takehito mused, a note of acceptance in his voice.

Miya shook her head, a mix of emotions swirling within her as the sounds of excited Sekirei filled the air. They were all looking forward to what the future held, embracing the changes and challenges that came with it.

As the Pillar of the house, Miya knew the coming months might be the last with Minato and his Sekirei under her roof. The thought was bittersweet, a reminder of the inevitable progression of time and the journeys that lay ahead for them all.

Scene skip. At Ichika's place

Ichika Orimura had dozed off for the majority of the bus journey, with thoughts of anything other than his imminent arrival fleeting at best. Chifuyu was the sole confidante of his plans to visit Minato, indicating a trip eagerly anticipated at the onset of summer.

However, an unforeseen heatwave had reshaped those plans, promising to extend its uncomfortable grip well into the season. Ordinarily, Japanese summers, with temperatures ranging from a comfortable 21 to 32 degrees Celsius (70 to 90 Fahrenheit), were manageable.

This time, however, the mercury soared to an oppressive 40 degrees Celsius, crossing into the triple digits in Fahrenheit and rendering any movement towards Tokyo unappealing.

Resolved to make the best of the situation, Ichika chose to remain indoors. The sweltering heat outside made the cool, air-conditioned confines of his home all the more inviting, providing a perfect opportunity for him to tidy up.

Beyond household chores, the summer held promises of academic assistance and physical training.

Minato had offered to help with his homework, a task Ichika was confident in tackling with his sharp intellect. Additionally, Musubi's eagerness for a training match piqued his interest, a testament to their growing camaraderie and mutual respect for each other's skills.

Reflecting on Musubi, Ichika acknowledged that if she were to be his first Sekirei, she embodied all the qualities one could hope for friendliness, a sunny disposition, and a touch of childlike innocence.

Minato, aware of Ichika's novice status in their unique world, had reassured him over the phone that there was no pressure to commit immediately. Ichika, however, had willingly accepted, under the condition that Musubi would moderate her strength in their interactions.

The prospect of refining his skills with his weapons, particularly swords, was an appealing one for Ichika. His proficiency in these areas was more than just a matter of personal development.

Ichika needed to master his Infinite Stratos combat suit even though it was crucial for him. However, before any training could commence, Ichika faced the more immediate task of a thorough house cleaning.

This domestic duty also served a secondary purpose: ensuring that Chifuyu, his sister, would continue to enjoy the comfort of home-cooked meals, a small but significant way of contributing to their household.

The relentless summer heat had a silver lining; the likelihood of unexpected visits from the girls was slim.

While Ichika pondered how they might discover his address, he wasn't overly concerned. His current priority was seizing the opportunity to visit Minato once the temperatures became more tolerable, a reunion he greatly anticipated.

For now, domestic chores awaited him. Yet, amidst the monotony of cleaning, a glance at a message from Minato brought a smile to Ichika's face. The text, likely filled with the usual banter or an inside joke, served as a reminder of the enduring friendship and the adventures that awaited, both mundane and extraordinary.

Yo Ichika, when you come over to my place in the coming days, the twenty-second isn't open. Earlier isn't appreciated; later is okay.

That day, the heat goes down in one way, and it goes up at my place.

I got a gift from my mother—a honeymoon gift if you will. It's going to give me the chance to make sure it counts if you catch my drift, which you would do.

That was something Ichika couldn't help but agree on. He knew what that meant.

On the twenty-second of July, we'll be at it all day. Sorry, brother, but I don't want you to disturb me then. The Sekirei would never forgive me, and I would never forgive you. So I'll see you on that day. Also, one big tip: If you can, sleep outside. It's too hot for that.

With the sweltering heat showing no signs of abating, Ichika recalled Minato's suggestion for a makeshift escape from the oppressive indoor atmosphere.

The absence of a tree posed no real obstacle.

He found an innovative solution by setting up an old hammock between the storage room and the house, creating a cozy nook for himself. This arrangement promised a brief respite, a way to embrace the summer's intensity while finding comfort in the simple pleasure of a hammock's sway.

As Chifuyu wouldn't be back until late, he had the perfect opportunity to indulge in this small act of leisure, a moment of tranquility amidst the season's relentless enthusiasm. The setup was straightforward, reflecting Minato's knack for finding joy in the most straightforward solutions.

As Ichika settled into the hammock, the gentle rocking motion and the warmth of the evening air coaxed him into a deep sleep, a welcome departure from the day's heat.

His dreams, vivid and strange, offered a departure from reality, where the day-to-day worries and the constant battle against the heat faded into the background.

In these dreams, Ichika found himself untethered from the mundane concerns that occupied his waking thoughts, allowing his mind to wander freely.

"The dream is real," he murmured to himself, or perhaps to no one, a statement that held within it the paradox of dreams' intangible vividness.

In this dream state, removed from the tangible discomforts of his immediate surroundings, Ichika discovered a temporary sanctuary, a reminder of the endless possibilities that lay just beyond the realm of wakefulness.

Scene skip. In a parallel universe.

Ichika marveled at the turn of events that had led them to Belgium, a welcome change of scenery after the intense school year they had all endured.

The heat was as relentless here as it had been back home, but the spirit of summer adventure made it bearable, even enjoyable. Surrounded by friends, with grilled meat sizzling away and a casual dress code that suited the laid-back atmosphere, the day couldn't have been better.

Kizuna, the Eros pilot, seemed entirely at ease in a loose shirt, savoring the last bits of their barbecue feast.

The expansive garden around Mattheus's house provided ample space for their tents, offering a weekend escape that was a stark contrast to the bustling city life they were used to.

Mattheus, their host, had chosen the comfort of his own home over the accommodations provided by Kerlongsj. He welcomed them into a setting that was modest by some standards but perfect for their needs.

The arrangement to sleep in tents was hardly a setback.

It was an adventure, and showering in the house when needed was convenient. The weather made little difference to their sleeping arrangements—it was swelteringly hot everywhere.

Mattheus, busy with work outside the home, embraced his long hours, believing in the rejuvenating power of a hard day's work followed by an evening of good food, great company, and restful sleep.

As the evening settled in, the group began to appreciate Mattheus's penchant for festivals. His eclectic music selection enhanced the chill atmosphere.

While Sabaton and Powerwolf dominated his playlist, showcasing his love for power metal, there was a surprising variety that included softer bands, a few guilty pleasures, and an unexpected fondness for '80s hits. His diverse tastes set the tone for the night, a heady mix of nostalgia and camaraderie.

Gathered around a soft fire, the group settled into a comfortable silence, letting the music fill the spaces between them.

For Ichika and the others, this experience was transforming bad memories associated with the place into good ones, creating new memories that would outshine the old. In this serene setting, under the Belgian sky, they found a sense of belonging and peace, a testament to the healing power of friendship and shared moments.

Scene skip. Back to Brave New World

Under the relentless embrace of the summer heat, Minato found solace and warmth surrounded by his Sekirei.

The outdoor setting provided a unique intimacy, a shared closeness that indoor confines could not offer. Despite the restrictions of etiquette, especially with Miya's watchful presence and Kusano's innocent company, there was a comforting serenity in their shared rest under the stars.

The proximity to his Sekirei, even in the absence of physical intimacy, fostered a deep sense of contentment within Minato.

He cherished these moments of peaceful coexistence, where the simple act of sleeping side by side brought a profound sense of connection and warmth.

It was during these quiet nights that Minato's dreams ventured further into the future, imagining a life filled with the laughter and presence of children—seven in total, a harmonious blend of four girls and three boys, each adding their unique vibrance to the family tapestry.

He envisioned the Sekirei, timeless in their beauty, with Kusano stepping into her role as the responsible elder sister, a guiding figure for her younger siblings.

This imagined future held a promise of joy and fulfillment, a scenario Minato quietly longed for despite the underlying complexities and challenges that awaited them.

Amid these reflections, Minato acknowledged a selfish streak and the inevitable choice between his Sekirei and Ichika should such a situation arise. His loyalty to his Sekirei was unwavering, yet he harbored no illusions about the potential for difficult decisions and their repercussions down the line.

The revelation of Takami's gifts sparked animated discussions among the Sekirei, with names and plans becoming topics of eager conversation.

Kusano, once quiet, joined in, her initial jealousy and stubbornness giving way to a realization fostered by Minato's gentle persuasion.

She was not yet ready to be a mother, a truth she accepted with a maturity beyond her years, but she embraced the idea of being a big sister, a role she could fulfill with pride and anticipation.

Kusano's engagement in discussions about names and her envisioned role within the expanding family underscored a shift in her understanding of her place within Minato's life and the lives of her fellow Sekirei.

It was a tender moment of growth and acceptance, a testament to the enduring bonds they all shared and the collective journey they were embarking on together under the vast, starlit sky.

Scene skip. Time skip

The relentless grip of the summer heat began to loosen, offering a much-needed reprieve. Nights became cooler, a welcome change that allowed the temperature trapped within the buildings to dissipate.

Venturing out during the peak daytime heat became an endeavor only the most foolhardy would undertake. In contrast, the consumption of cool drinks became an almost constant activity to stave off the oppressive warmth.

Kazehana, known for her affinity for alcohol, made a notable adjustment in her drinking habits, much to Minato's relief.

Despite the Sekirei's enhanced resilience, Minato harbored concerns about the potential impact excessive alcohol consumption could have on her, especially with their plans to start a family.

The last thing he wanted was for any harm to come to her or their future child due to alcohol.

The aging process among Sekirei, as Minato observed, was markedly slower than that of humans. This was a fortunate trait, particularly for Matsu and Kazehana, who, having served in the Discipline Squad, were at least a decade older than their appearances suggested.

Yet, they remained fully capable of conceiving, a fact that reassured Minato about their shared future. The notion that Sekirei could be well beyond the typical human age for childbirth without issue was a testament to their unique physiology.

Despite the lack of clarity on the exact age difference between them and Minato, it was enough for him that their outward appearances and behaviors offered some hints.

Eventually, Kazehana ceased her alcohol intake entirely. While the effects of alcohol on her Sekirei biology might not be as pronounced as on humans, taking the precautionary measure to abstain during their attempts to conceive was a decision born out of prudence and care for their hoped-for child.

This period of waiting and preparation marked a new chapter for Minato and his Sekirei, filled with anticipation and hope for the family they were eager to build together.

The girls began to think of ideas. They couldn't have a date, one or two on one, but just going to have sex wasn't all the solution either.

Kazehana's initiative to book a room at the top room of a love hotel for an entire night stirred a mix of apprehension and excitement in Minato.

The cost of such an indulgence weighed on his mind, though he didn't dare to check the dent it made in their account. Nevertheless, the thought of spending an intimate evening—and likely the better part of the following day—in such a setting appealed greatly to him.

Matsu's sneak preview of the suite only served to heighten his anticipation. Its luxurious accommodations included a vast bed, an exquisite bathroom, a large TV (which they likely wouldn't use much), and an array of oils, massage tools, lubricants, and toys. While some of these amenities might remain untouched, their presence suggested a night of limitless possibilities.

The challenge of satisfying all the girls weighed on Minato, aware that his attention might only stretch so far as to tend to four, perhaps five or six of them at a time. Nonetheless, there was a shared confidence that the night would leave them all satisfied.

Amidst the planning for their evening at the hotel, Minato pondered the ideal way to commence their celebration of family expansion. This dinner signified more than just a meal but a pivotal moment in their lives together.

The closure of their favored steakhouse for renovations thwarted their initial plan, prompting Minato to consider alternatives that could accommodate the unique dynamics and preferences of his Sekirei family.

A fine dining experience, while suitable for one-on-one occasions or even for smaller groups like Tsukiumi, Kazehana, Uzume, and possibly Kagari, posed challenges.

Matsu's less inhibited nature and Musubi's hearty appetite made typical upscale restaurants less than ideal. The inclusion of Kusano in their plans further complicated matters, steering them away from overly sophisticated venues that might not cater well to a young girl's tastes and comfort.

The idea of inviting Miya and Takehito to a farewell dinner emerged as a heartfelt gesture of gratitude, marking the end of an era at Maison Izumo. Plus, Kusano had someone who could take her home.

This transition from their long-standing home to embarking on a new journey together finally started to resonate deeply with Minato. The prospect of moving forward with not just his Sekirei but also Chiho Hidaka and Uzume added layers of complexity and joy to their departure.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions and logistics, Minato sought the perfect dining experience that would honor the past, celebrate the present, and welcome the future. This task proved as daunting as it was essential, symbolic of the significant changes unfolding in their lives.

Financial resources were ample for Minato, yet navigating the social landscape with his Sekirei presented its own set of challenges.

The modern acceptance of Sekirei relationships had broadened to the point of normalcy within society, yet pockets of ignorance persisted. There were those, particularly among the older generations or individuals disconnected from the digital age, who remained oblivious to the evolving dynamics between Ashikabi and Sekirei.

Misconceptions about the nature of their bond—viewing the Sekirei as merely submissive partners to their Ashikabi—elicited discomfort among the Sekirei themselves, who cringed at such outdated perceptions.

Their connection to Minato was rooted in a deep, mutual happiness and a bond far more complex than mere submission.

In the realm of Ashikabi, having multiple Sekirei was an exception rather than the norm, placing Minato in a unique position alongside figures like Nishi, Mikogami, and Higa—each with their distinct relationships with their Sekirei.

Nishi maintained a respectful distance between himself and Minato, embodying the adage that good fences make good neighbors.

Mikogami, having settled his debts towards the older Ashikabi, remained in Shinto Teito for reasons of his own. At the same time, Minato harbored a distinct disdain for Higa, tolerating his presence only so long as it didn't infringe too closely upon his life.

Despite the occasional dark impulse to retaliate against those like Higa who irked him, Minato recognized he had more pressing matters to address—such as the complexities of managing his unique family of Sekirei and the looming shadow of the Infinite Stratos.

Thoughts of Ichika and the challenges he faced had to be momentarily shelved as Minato focused on the immediate joy and anticipation of spending time with his Sekirei.

The heatwave, a relentless backdrop to their daily lives, only heightened their eagerness for the more relaxed respite of the nights, mainly as they looked forward to the 22nd of July.

On that date, they planned a long, celebratory evening together, marking an occasion of togetherness, reflection, and forward-looking aspirations amidst the sweltering summer.

Minato's dedication to his physical fitness, particularly his stamina, was motivated by a desire to ensure the satisfaction and happiness of his Sekirei.

This selflessness in training was a testament to his commitment to their well-being and pleasure. For Minato, bringing joy to the girls was a fulfilling aspect of their relationship, a sentiment that the Sekirei wholeheartedly reciprocated.

They appreciated his attentiveness to their preferences, recognizing his rapid learning curve and his efforts to understand what delighted them.

The girls' conversation occasionally ventured into the future, speculating about the time when Kusano would reach eighteen and experience a significant milestone in her life.

They collectively acknowledged Minato's dedication and the mutual enjoyment derived from their intimate moments, viewing his enthusiasm and willingness to learn as admirable traits.

In search of a venue to celebrate their impending attempts at starting a family, Kagari recommended a high-class tofu restaurant known for its serene and private dining experience.

The establishment's elegant setup and separated rooms offered the perfect setting for their evening out, prompting discussions on appropriate attire for such an upscale venue.

The impending heatwave had fortunately not thwarted the girls' shopping plans, allowing them to secure elegant outfits in anticipation of special occasions.

Uzume, ever resourceful, was ready to supplement any missing pieces, ensuring everyone would look their best. Miya, too, found amusement in reminiscing about their clothing selections, adding to the collective excitement.

Minato was excluded from the final dress selections, and a playful ban kept him in suspense. However, he was busy with his preparations.

With Takehito's guidance, he chose an ensemble that, while not a traditional suit, was sharply tailored—a vibrant shirt paired with black pants, a combination that resonated with him.

The anticipation of their dinner out was tinged with a more profound significance, as this gathering marked a pivotal moment in their journey together.

It wasn't just about celebrating their relationship but also about stepping into a new phase of life, with the potential of expanding their family through pregnancy. Standing at this crucial crossroads, Minato was reminded of the advice that a crossroad offers four choices, a metaphor for the multitude of paths and decisions that lay before him and his Sekirei as they moved forward into their future.

A wise guy once told him that when you found yourself at a crossroads, a man had four choices.

You could take a left turn, right turn, sit and do nothing, or go back the way you came from. Usually, Minato would agree with him, but not now. He had two choices, and his choice was made a while ago.

The preparation for their evening out transformed into a parade of fashion statements, each Sekirei choosing attire that not only reflected their personality but also sought to capture Minato's admiration in their unique ways.

Kazehana's modestly longer purple dress, a departure from her usual style, was strategically chosen to accentuate her figure while maintaining an air of elegance. Her deliberate choice to highlight her cleavage was a precise play for Minato's attention, combining modesty with allure.

Tsukiumi, often seen biting her shirt in moments of contemplation or frustration, found herself contemplating her own outfit choices, indicating her intent also to make a significant impression.

Musubi's choice of a more elaborate and colorful kimono than her standard Miko attire spoke volumes about the occasion's significance, her elegance enhanced by the guidance of her Sekirei sisters.

Kagari's decision to wear a tuxedo was a bold statement. She blended her identities with grace and drew admiring glances from the others.

Her confidence in her appearance, underscored by Chiho's approving gesture, showcased her comfort with her dual identity.

Chiho, opting for a simple yet flattering white sundress, struck a balance between modesty and beauty, her attire drawing attention without overt effort.

Uzume, too, embraced her traditional Sekirei outfit, opting for a veil that added an air of mystery and elegance to her appearance, much to Tsukiumi's astonishment.

Matsu's switch to a black dress from her usual white cheongsam marked a dramatic shift, aligning her mature vibe with Kazehana's. Both distinguish themselves with their sophisticated choices. Tsukiumi's selection of a light blue dress, complementing her eyes and preserving her modesty, reflected her desire for class and subtlety.

Kusano's attire, though not designed to entice, was charmingly appropriate. Her light green dress embodied innocence and decency, setting her apart from the others' more overtly sensual approaches.

As the initial outfit decisions concluded, with Kusano being cared for by Miya, the remaining Sekirei gathered to ponder their post-dinner wardrobe.

The conversation turned to strategies on how to utilize their physical attributes effectively, each contemplating how to accentuate their beauty and sensuality in ways that resonated with their individual personalities.

Despite the differences in their approaches, the underlying intent was shared: to celebrate their bond with Minato and each other on a night.

Musubi's innocent demeanor, juxtaposed against her physical form, presented a unique contrast that made her endearing to those around her. Her straightforward and pure-hearted view on love and relationships set her apart, showing little interest in the more risqué aspects that sometimes preoccupied her Sekirei sisters.

Kazehana, with her maturity and refined style, navigated love with a blend of pragmatism and idealism. Despite her more adult approach to love and attraction, Kazehana shared Musubi's idealistic view of love, believing in its profound and transformative power.

Together, the Sekirei, led by the more experienced among them like Kazehana, undertook the task of educating the younger ones on the nuances of romance and attraction.

Their guidance aimed not just to appeal to Minato's senses but to cultivate a deeper bond and understanding among them all.

Minato, for his part, had grown accustomed to their affections and demonstrations, the initial shock of their overt displays now giving way to a fond appreciation of their efforts to connect with him.

In a quiet moment of reprieve, with the heatwave finally relenting, Minato found solace in the privacy of his room. Lying back, eyes closed but mind awake, he let the music wash over him. The juxtaposition of upbeat, techno melodies with melancholy lyrics offered a curious dissonance that captivated his attention. The contradiction between sound and sentiment mirrored the complexities.

Mou Oshimai Da.

Betrayed by trust, forever left to scream.

Oh, hold me closely and die in my arms.

And then take this secret with you.

And then take this secret with you.

Minato's realization of the foundation of trust within his unique family highlighted a profound understanding of what bound them all together.

This mutual trust between him and his Sekirei was the cornerstone of their relationship, a sacred bond he vowed never to break. It underpinned the harmony and affection that flourished among them, fostering an invaluable sense of security and belonging.

His reflections on Ichika's inclusion in their home stirred mixed feelings. While Minato embraced his role as a host and friend, he also acknowledged a flicker of concern about integrating Ichika into this closely-knit circle.

Despite not considering himself an alpha, Minato had carved out a space where he was more than just the Ashikabi of the North.

He had transcended labels to become someone who valued autonomy and intellect over societal expectations, cherishing the freedom to live life on his terms alongside the Sekirei who chose to be with him.

Anticipation of male companionship, both for himself and for Ichika, brought a smirk to Minato's face.

He recognized the importance of diverse interactions, understanding that while his Sekirei formed the core of his world, the dynamics they shared could only be enriched by the presence of others, including future sons.

Amidst these contemplations, the topic of naming their prospective children surfaced as an area where Minato sought to contribute.

The names, symbolic of identity and heritage, were a decision he wished to share with his Sekirei. They weren't just naming future members of their extended family; they were defining the legacy of a bond that transcended the ordinary.

This collaborative approach to parenthood, considering both the perspectives of his Sekirei and his own, exemplified the respect and partnership that characterized their relationship.

In envisioning a future peppered with their children's laughter and growth, Minato embraced the promise of a life filled with love, trust, and the collective joy of the family they were building together.

Scene skip. Time skip

The date of the twenty-second of July came around. There was a buzz inside the girl's bodies, one that refused to escape from them.

When they had risen from their slumbers, they all took a seat around Minato. There was no escaping the serious talk they had to have now.

"Look, I don't have to tell you what is going to happen. If this medicine works, we will all have babies. Right now, if any of you have second thoughts about me becoming the father of your children, now is the time to get out of it. I won't hold it against you, or if you say you have to wait."

No, I want your children, Minato," Musubi declared, her voice alight with determination.

"I have waited long enough, husband. I wish to bear your offspring," Tsukiumi added, her tone unwavering and full of longing.

"I believe I'm ready. In fact, I know I am. Waiting isn't in my plans anymore," Matsu chimed in, her smile reflecting her resolve and peace with the decision.

"Minato, this may not be an easy path, but you are ours, our Ashikabi. I yearn to nurture your children and our future together," Kazehana expressed, her smile gentle yet profound.

"The point of no return was crossed the moment I met you. I'm prepared for this step," Kagari stated confidently, acknowledging their deep bond.

"There's no escaping now, big guy. You've achieved the unthinkable. Though I'm winged by two, only you will father my children," Uzume teased with a wink, bringing a lighter note to the solemnity of the moment.

Chiho, taking a step forward, kissed Minato tenderly on the lips before placing his hand over her heart. "Our connection transcends the bond of Ashikabi and Sekirei. It's not defined by wings but by love and mutual respect. We share something special, Minato, and I cherish it deeply," she affirmed, her sincerity evident.

When the time came around, the girls decided to dress up in their preselected outfits, leaving Minato to wait in the living room. As the girls emerged, they looked at him with a mix of lust and admiration, sensing Minato's gaze sweeping over them, clearly impressed by their appearance.

"What do you think, Minato?" Chiho asked, catching Minato momentarily off-guard as his brain scrambled to catch up. Miya just giggled. "I think you girls certainly captured his attention. But there's enough time for compliments later. I suppose we all need to head to the restaurant now."

Minato, carrying a suitcase, was determined not to leave it behind.

Miya wore a mix of a Miko outfit as she usually did, although it was longer—a blend of Western and Eastern clothes that perfectly harmonized. Minato nodded, unable to hide his appreciation for their clothing choices.

Takehito, dressed in a kimono suited for a proper evening out, much like his attire mirrored his wife's, added, "I think Minato is pleased with what he sees. Now, how shall we get to the restaurant?"

On cue, a limousine pulled up, and with some maneuvering, they all managed to fit inside. Kusano claimed Minato's lap, prompting the girls to sigh and engage in lively conversation. Uzume pulled Chiho closer to her side.

"Do you think Minato liked what he saw?"

Uzume nodded, answering the question with a smirk. "If he's impressed by this, I can't wait to see his reaction to our more provocative outfits." Eventually, they arrived at the restaurant.

The restaurant was high-class, yet the atmosphere was relaxed. Nature played a significant role in its ambiance, and it felt as though one had been transported back to a bygone era.

The sound of water streaming in the koi ponds and the tranquil gardens provided a serene retreat. Above, the branches of trees were intertwined, creating a private setting that the Sekirei appreciated.

Their attention was reserved solely for their Ashikabi, Minato. He opened the door for the girls, who were immediately captivated by the sight of the venue.

It bore a resemblance to Maison Izumo but boasted a classier demeanor. Inside, Minato rang the bell, and a waiter, clad in traditional Eastern monk attire, greeted them with a subtle smile.

"Reservation for Sahashi?"

"Yes, that's us," Minato confirmed. The man smiled as he noted their arrival. "Please, follow me." As they proceeded, the girls marveled at the private chambers adorned with traditional Japanese artwork.

The sound of pans sizzling from the kitchen was enough to tempt Musubi, whom Minato gently ushered forward before she succumbed to the temptation.

Kazehana shook her head in amusement; some things never changed. They were eventually led to their room, where two attendants in flowered kimonos slid the doors open.

The room, primarily wooden, offered views of the garden through its open windows, welcoming a gentle breeze that mitigated the heat outside. The paper walls were adorned with exquisite drawings.

At the center stood a large table flanked by twelve mats, serving both as decoration and seating. The setting visibly enchanted the group. Minato took his place in the middle, with Kusano to his right and Tsukiumi next to her, while Musubi sat on his left, followed by Matsu.

Uzume and Chiho took their places next to Matsu, with the Asamas choosing the left side and Kazehana opting for the other.

Once they received their menus, idle chatter about everything and nothing ensued. They seamlessly drifted into discussions about their lives, the forthcoming summer, and their myriad ideas, thoroughly blending into the evening's relaxed atmosphere.

Once everyone had made their choices, the waiter returned to take their orders, ensuring a generous assortment of dishes. Tofu's versatility was a highlight, and it was featured in many of the selected dishes.

The meal was exceptional, offering not just delicious tastes but also much-needed energy. Laughter filled the room as the food seemed to fly into their bellies, creating a bubble of joy where time ceased to exist. Nothing mattered but their shared moments within these walls.

However, as the evening progressed, Kusano sought to make the most of her time with Minato, knowing she would not be by his side for the rest of the evening.

She offered him the last bits of her meal, a gesture that sparked a playful competition among the girls nearby, who were eager not to be left out.

Tsukiumi silently joined in, feeding Minato with a smile, followed by Musubi. The more seasoned members of the group chuckled at the scene; some things, indeed, never changed.

The three girls took turns feeding Minato, who leaned back, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Kazehana shared part of her meal with Chiho, who had nestled into Uzume's lap. The atmosphere was filled with joy as Matsu observed the scene with a grin, likening it to a soap opera unfolding before her eyes.

She eagerly anticipated the day children would join their ranks, adding to the fun. Yet, the dinner was far from over, and with dessert served, they indulged until they were content, letting time slip by unnoticed.

As the evening drew to a close, Kusano rested her head on Minato's lap, signaling it was time to depart. The group decided to walk to the Love Hotel, leaving the restaurant behind.

Outside, Minato kissed Kusano goodnight and entrusted her to the Asamas. Takehito, with a grin, took Kusano into his care. They boarded the limousine and departed while the rest of the group watched them leave. The night was still young, and a warm breeze wove through the buildings.

Minato, still carrying the suitcase, was filled with a special kind of energy reminiscent of a child on the way to an amusement park.

Minato had grown accustomed to ignoring the curious glances as they entered the love hotel, a place that boasted more class and elegance than their usual haunts. This establishment exuded an air of sophistication, setting it apart.

"What do you think, Minato-kun?" Kazehana inquired, her gaze meeting his. Minato returned the look with a smile, noticeably devoid of his usual shyness.

"Great choice, Kazehana," he replied, prompting an increase in heart rates among the group. They were enveloped in a palpable energy, a departure from their initial experiences. This time, the anticipation was not just about the act itself but the potential consequences—children.

As the elevator ascended, the classic wood paneling seemed to promise something extraordinary. Mirrored walls offered reflections of the group, interspersed with glimpses of the city lights behind them.

Yet, their attention remained fixed on one another. Minato, still with the suitcase in hand, was relieved by its cool interior, which eased his concerns over its contents.

Upon reaching the top floor, they found it led to a single room.

Minato sensed this was no ordinary love hotel, but as the door swung open, his suspicions were confirmed—it was indeed a love hotel, yet one without equal.

The room featured a modest hallway that led to an exceptionally luxurious bathroom. Dominated by a sizable bathtub, Minato did not doubt that all the girls could fit comfortably within its confines, with space to spare.

The presence of a toilet sparked a jest from Kazehana, wondering aloud if it were a throne—a bit of toilet humor that lightened the mood.

In addition to the shower and sink, Minato noticed an ample supply of lubricants, bath salts, and oils, hinting at the possibility of fun bathtime activities.

Tsukiumi initially suggested taking their intimate activities to the bath, but this idea was quickly set aside once they explored the main room further.

The panoramic view of the city was breathtaking, complemented by a large television that, while impressive, failed to capture the girls' attention. The centerpiece of the room, however, was the bed—if one could even call it that. Its sheer size was astonishing, promising comfort and intimacy on an unprecedented scale.

Instead of opting for a potentially disruptive pink, the vast bed was adorned in neutral white, yet its size was more than adequate for their purposes. It was large enough to accommodate them all, even with the possibility of offspring on their minds.

Minato placed the suitcase on the desk and, turning around with his arms crossed, addressed the room. "I understand our eagerness, but if you don't mind, I think we should freshen up first."

Kazehana, ever the voice of reason, responded. "Minato, that's a splendid suggestion. However, we've been contemplating our attire for tonight and wish to keep it a surprise for the... child-making process."

"So, what's the plan?" Minato inquired, intrigued.

As the girls gathered around the bed, Uzume took the lead. "Well, Minato, although we'd normally say 'ladies first,' you won't take as long as us. Go ahead and shower first. When you're finished, knock on the door, and we'll put on a blindfold for you. Don't worry; we'll guide you to the bed. Meanwhile, we'll take our bath and then get ready. And, Minato, don't bother with clothes afterward; you'll be staying in the nude the whole time."

Minato blushed at the proposal while Tsukiumi cast an amused glance at Uzume, appreciating the light-hearted jest woven into the plan.

Agreeing to the arrangement, Minato opened the suitcase. "Everything we need is here. We'll start with these drinks when we move on to child-making. So, on this point, you girls have it your way." With that, he proceeded to the bathroom, disrobed, and prepared himself for the night ahead.

He couldn't help but look down. His mast had risen halfway. The ideas just played in his head.

Before long, Minato stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over him. Despite the heat of the day, he opted for cooler water, a welcome relief that prompted sweat to rinse away almost immediately.

As the water cascaded down, Minato allowed himself a moment of introspection, pondering the potential outcomes of the evening. The thought lingered: if the drug were to have any effect, now would be the time.

Meanwhile, the girls began to undress, casting occasional glances at each other. "Hey, Kazehana," Musubi asked, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" Kazehana, known as the Wind Flower, turned her attention towards Musubi, awaiting her query.

"We decided on what to wear tonight, but we didn't bring anything with us. What about our clothes?"

Matsu let out a cackle, retrieving a suitcase from beneath the bed. "Our night attire wouldn't have matched our evening wear, which is why Kazehana-tan and I preemptively placed them here. We'll do them after we shower."

Securing their outfits, the girls positioned themselves around the room. Musubi sat naked on one chair while Uzume occupied another, Chiho nestled in her lap. Tsukiumi stood assertively, arms crossed, with Kagari adopting a similar stance, both seemingly content with the proceedings.

Kazehana and Matsu, seated on the bed, had organized a draw to determine the order in which they would proceed—a hint that they anticipated multiple opportunities. The uncertainty of how Minato would respond lingered in the air.

The medicine's effectiveness was believed to correlate with the Ashikabi's strength, and with Minato being a single-digit Ashikabi, his inherent power was undeniable.

The anticipation of the evening's activities caused a palpable excitement among the girls, each one silently contemplating the potential outcomes. Despite the thrill, Chiho opted to observe for the most part, deciding she would go last. Her thoughts were a mix of anticipation and a touch of apprehension; she was keenly aware of Minato's significant presence in her life, sometimes so overwhelming that she felt compelled to remind him of her humanity.

Musubi was slated to go first, followed by Tsukiumi. Matsu, with a hint of irony, was third in line. Kazehana and Kagari were next, neither minding their positions in the sequence.

Uzume, content with being among the last, understood this was merely the opening round. Their underlying belief was that their stamina, bolstered by the staff's support, would see them through more than one round, making each opportunity to connect with Minato significant.

While patient, Chiho harbored her desires for intimacy, influenced subtly by the more outspoken members of the group. She, too, yearned for her moment with Minato, aspiring for it to be as memorable as possible.

The sound of the shower ceasing signaled a shift in the atmosphere; their breaths held in anticipation. Then, the awaited knock echoed through the room, marking the beginning of their planned encounters.

"Five minutes, Minato is eager," Kagari said while Kazehana walked up to the door. With a giggle, her ass jiggled while she looked at the door.

"Wouldn't you be?" She opened the door and kissed Minato on the lips. "Naughty boy. You should be turned around."

"You opened the door before I even had the chance to knock, Kazehana," Minato observed with a mix of amusement and surprise. Shaking her head, the Wind Flower gently spun him around to face away from her, taking the blindfold in her hands.

With careful, deliberate motions, she tied the fabric around his eyes, a spark of excitement coursing through her at the thought of the possibilities this moment held—not just for her but for all of them.

Despite their physical strength surpassing his, there was an undeniable electricity in the air, a testament to their mutual desire and the intricate dance of their relationships.

Minato, for his part, never grew weary of their company or the myriad ways they found to express their affection. The challenge wasn't in maintaining his interest; it was in discovering new avenues to explore together.

His openness to new experiences and his deep respect for each of them only added to the richness of their connection. It was a delicate balance of exploration and respect, a journey of mutual discovery that continually renewed their bond.

Kazehana and Matsu once considered using something else on him. They quickly stopped when Minato told them that he would use their other entrance as well. That was enough incentive not to bring it up again.

Kazehana gently took one of Minato's arms, guiding him with a tender touch. She caught Tsukiumi's eye, silently requesting her assistance. Together, they led their clearly eager Ashikabi to the bed.

Once there, Kazehana eased Minato down, positioning his head on the pillow with care. She then planted a soft kiss on his cheek and whispered into his ear, "Try to get some rest now. It's the only chance you'll have for a while."

As quietly as possible, the girls retreated to the bathroom. Minato, meanwhile, clasped his hands behind his head, resigning himself to the wait, his ears tuned to the sound of running water. Despite the anticipation stirring within him, he found himself drifting into sleep.

Kazehana's words echoed in his mind, a playful yet poignant reminder of the night's unfolding. The brief respite was a gift he embraced, knowing well that the moments of calm would be fleeting.

In the bath, however, the girls had fun as they washed their bodies—and not just their own. Uzume was washing Chiho's hair as Musubi was washing her. The hands of a Miko wandered around, and the Veiled Sekirei gulped when she felt the squeezing.

Kazehana relaxed in the bad while Matsu joined her on the opposite side. Matsu felt how Kazehana sized her up. "I can feel your eyes on me."

Without shame, Matsu groped Kazehana, who stifled a moan. "You're one to talk. I know you like this." Without too much hassle, Kazehana removed her hands. "Cut that out. I am not letting you touch these."

"If we're for touching, I'm calling dibs on Chiho," Uzume said as she moved into the bath as well.

"Like I will let anyone else touch me." A blank stare from Kazehana, Musubi, and Matsu caused Chiho to recall other events.

"Fair point." She said as Musubi sat next to Kazehana. The Miko began to grope Kazehana as well and lift them.

"I still don't get how you got boobs this big, Kazehana-san. I hope that mine gets like yours."

"Musubi-chan, you don't have to worry. Yours are the biggest next to mine." And Kazehana did the same. How the girl got these tits this big was just one question.

"For heaven's sake, can't thee wait till we are bedding Minato before starting the depravity?" Tsukiumi asked. "I haveth already concerns about this all, and I am not interested in what you all get in."

Matsu cackled when she saw the Water Maiden hitting the water. "Tsukiumi, you do realize that Minato got only one dick, one mouth, and two hands. At most, he can only occupy four of us."

Chiho was sitting in the safest place so far: between Uzume's arms. "I'll let you all go first on him. Something tells me that this might get rough, but I also want a turn."

Kagari shook her head as she was the last in the bath. "Weird. It's the very first time that we're all in this together."

"We kept inviting you two over," Kazehana said, reminiscing. She had fun with four of her sisters.

Those four looked forward to it as well. "We also could have sex in the bath," Musubi remarked, but Uzume shook her head.

"Too dangerous with that stuff. I am just thinking. When we all get hitched, how much bigger will our tits be?"

The girls looked down and began to think about it. Despite all being aliens, they had one good chance of making it out without too much trouble, but pregnancies wrecked human bodies. Chiho herself feared for her appearance.

"Let's just not begin about that. I think that we all experienced the joys of pregnancy when we got there. The things can't be that pleasant."

The Ashikabi said while the girls sat and began to think about the babies.

But to get there, they needed to have sex first. And the loins began to burn. So, without much ado, the girls moved out of the bathroom. After drying themselves, they began to dress up.

They were sure this would drive Minato completely mad. So when they got out, they found their Ashikabi asleep.

"Conserving energy?" Musubi inquired a hint of amusement in her voice. However, their intent to gently rouse him became apparent.

"Minato. Hey, Minato," they called softly, their presence immediately alerting him. Minato's awareness sharpened as he sensed them close, surrounding him with warmth.

"Apologies, I drifted off. Are we all set to proceed?" he asked, trying to mask his anticipation. Unseen to him, the girls shared knowing smirks.

"Are you ready to see us, Minato?" they teased. Despite the sumptuous meal and the refreshing drinks, Minato's mouth suddenly dryened. His brief nap had recharged him significantly, yet all he could manage was a nod in response, his excitement palpable.

Gentle hands unfurled the blindfold, revealing the moment he had been waiting for. As his vision cleared, Minato was met with a breathtaking sight. Each of the seven had chosen attire that accentuated their individuality, striking a balance between elegance and allure. Their attentive gazes were not lost on him, prompting an unspoken acknowledgment of the connection they shared.

The thoughtful coordination of their outfits underscored their desire to make the occasion uniquely memorable, ensuring that no two ensembles were alike.

Matsu opted for an ensemble that balanced daring with elegance. Her choice featured delicate lace that gracefully accentuated her form, designed to captivate Minato's attention with its strategic openness.

Uzume, embracing simplicity with a twist, selected a garment that cleverly utilized her veil to accentuate her features, creating a bold statement that played to her strengths as a performer. Her attire was a blend of allure and mystery, much like a modern interpretation of a wedding outfit but with a playful edge.

Chiho, under Uzume's guidance, chose something with a similar theme but more subdued, offering a nod to elegance without the theatrics, maintaining her inherent sweetness amidst the boldness around her.

Musubi's selection was a testament to the power of simplicity—a form-fitting shirt in stark black that complimented her physique, highlighting her strength and grace. With Kazehana's assistance, she found a balance between boldness and minimalism.

Kazehana herself decided on a purple ensemble that flirted with the boundary between her usual glitz and a new level of allure. The outfit, while reminiscent of her typical style, was crafted to accentuate her form more pronouncedly, celebrating her confidence.

Kagari's choice diverged from the others. While being the most coveted, her attire played with the conventions of decency through its tailoring and hue—a light blue nightdress that embraced her figure with an elegant finesse.

Tsukiumi, in a departure from her usual attire, chose blue undergarments paired with a close-fitting overlay. While modest, the choice did not conceal her embarrassment, adding a layer of vulnerability to her usual confidence.

"Do you like the clothes?" They asked in unison, and Minato gave them one relieved smile. "You really need to ask? You all look so damn sexy." A collective sigh of relief went over them, and they tackled their Ashikabi to the bed. They were kissing on his mouth, cheeks, arms, neck. Everywhere they could.

Minato shivered when he felt the girls at his body. The feeling of pleasure raced through his body. "Before we begin. Medicine?" He asked, and the girls reminded the suitcase that Minato got out. The drinks were passed around.

"Together?" Minato asked when all of them got their bottle in their hands. Looking down, the stuff didn't smell too bad.

"Well, then. Cheers." Kazehana said, and the group gulped down the stuff. Their eyes went open as they felt the taste.

It had a milky taste, and it wasn't that bad compared to other medicines. But that wasn't the most significant thing. Minato looked down, and he gulped as he saw his dick grow. It was nearly there already with the girls and their tackle. But now, things were just so much more. He had never felt so aroused, so hard, and so horny in his life.

"Minato." He looked up to see the girls in the same state of lust. On their crotches, it was clear the girls were leaving behind a pool at their legs. His own Sekirei tacked Minato with kisses while Uzume began to lift Chiho.

"I wanna kiss." The slurring made it clear what sort of state of arousal the other Ashikabi was in. Uzume shook her head.

"No can do, Chiho. I wanna have fun." Uzume took two fingers down and began to finger Chiho. The girl moaned as she felt how relentlessly Uzume teased her. The other hand went to the breast of Uzume and began to touch her.

Minato would have noticed, were it not, that five girls began to kiss him even more. All of them vied for Minato's mouth while he could feel how their bodies lay on him.

One thing was for sure. There wouldn't be any foreplay.

He didn't know where all the girls were, it just felt soft and warm, and their tits were on his body.

Musubi could feel the poke hitting her ass as she was going first. She decided not to wait. Sitting up while the others were still kissing Minato, she felt his entire length going down on her body.

She couldn't suppress the moan.

"Minato-san. You feel so much better. So much bigger." The girls looked at the girl who began to ride his dick while Minato gritted his teeth. The girl felt so tight compared to the usual time. Was it just the medicine or the fact that he was in this high state of arousal? He wouldn't know as he began to move his hips back at her.

While Kazehana kissed him, his fingers found Tsukiumi and Matsu. Their snatches welcomed his fingers. He explored them vigorously, and after just seconds, his fingers were drenched by their honey. Yet, he didn't stop with them.

Kagari sat back, moving behind the Ashikabi. When Kazehana let him go to breathe, she was the next to assault his mouth.

Kagari didn't pull his head too far, but just like the other girls, she was in a high state of arousal.

His head was swimming as he pumped his hips and moved his fingers. Luckily, the entire room was soundproof.

Their moans drove Minato insane. Musubi was still pumping her hips up and down, and his legs were free enough to go back at her. If the girls were waiting for their turn, that would be one thing. But right now, they were going at him all at once.

Uzume was still busy fingering Chiho while kissing her Ashikabi. The girls protested but realized that things weren't every day. This time, it was just driving it up. Minato pumped his hips back while Musubi had her hands on his chest. She rode him in wild abandon. She ignored most of the stuff, just the fact her head was extremely fuzzy. Kazehana noticed that Minato couldn't move his head much while Kagari kissed him.

So she did another thing and moved behind Musubi. The girl had only noticed when the older woman assaulted her tits. Licking the neck of the girl, Musubi began to feel how Kazehana's hands wandered around. Just like Minato, she was at the mercy of the whims of their flock.

Some might say it was a waste, but Minato's higher brain function went down while he pumped his hips up and down. That was also the only part that he could actually move while the other two girls restricted his movement. His arms were still wedged underneath Matsu and Tsukiumi.

Kagari decided to bump it up a notch. Mounting herself over him, she could see his eyes hungrily staring up at her pussy. She came down and found herself being licked by Minato. At this point, she understood why the girls were moaning.

They were hypersensitive now. Grinding her ass into Minato, he couldn't help but lick on. And just like the other girls, she was just going crazy. Minato himself wasn't losing in the lust, but he couldn't help but do more with her body. Kazehana smirked, but she looked around for another pair. Uzume found herself just smirking at the sight of Chiho.

Yet, she wouldn't admit it, but her loins were burning up, and unlike the other girls, she wasn't getting any release. When Kazehana smirked, she moved her way up to her.

That smile on the Wind Flower's face WAS NOT reassuring at all. Uzume paled when Kazehana sat next to the two girls, and her fingers began to run around. Uzume found her own snatch assaulted by the fingers of Kazehana, and in shock, the Veiled Sekirei let Chiho go. A second hand was sneaked inside the pussy of the Ashikabi, who moaned while Kazehana began to kiss her.

Sure, Chiho couldn't wing any of the Sekirei, but there was no way that Kazehana wouldn't go in that night without at least teasing Chiho one time. The girl leaned in the kiss while Kazehana just enjoyed the fact that her own tits got assaulted.

Two pairs of hands went to the breasts. She wasn't going to halt the two girls who began to tease her tits. How she did, Kazehana would never know, but Uzume managed to get over the shoulder of the Ashikabi and began to lick on the tits of Kazehana.

Not that the girl really minded. They were all really aroused, and all of them needed relief before the main event could happen.

Speaking of Minato, he was sure that his fingers had caused the two on his hands to come a few times while Musubi got herself assaulted by Kagari. The silverette teased the breasts of Musubi. And the girl lost herself to it while Minato pumped his hips up and down. The girl couldn't help but moan louder.

Eventually, the two girls on his hands let him go, and as soon as they did, his hands went to her ass. Keeping her there, he molded the soft flesh underneath. Kagari could feel her own release coming as Minato doubled his efforts on her.

She wasn't sure where Minato learned to use his tongue like that, but he should do it more often. His tongue moved around, and Kagari was at a loss. Her head tolled, and when she gripped the head closer, she came to his face.

When he was sure, her orgasm was over. She went off Minato, who veered up. That way, the two were in a sitting position. That was what Minato did, and he just kissed Musubi. Her wings came out, and when she was done, her arms wrapped around his head.

The Miko Sekirei pressed her tits to the lower part, and Minato couldn't help but suck on them more. She came undone on his dick, and that gave one tight squeeze to him.

Shouting his name loud enough, Minato filled her up. The rope of his sticky sperm went in, and it just pilled up to her. Her womb was drenched in the stuff, and when Minato pulled out, he softly laid Musubi down on one part of the bed.

His head turned to see Tsukiumi. Before the girl had one say, she was pinned to the bed. Her arms were above her head, and his dick pressed to her entrance. It was like he didn't even need rest or recovery.

She wanted to protest, but the look in his eyes made it clear that he would not tolerate her.

Deep down, the headstrong Sekirei was a huge masochist, and everyone knew it. Matsu shook her head as Minato undressed her while admiring her body. One hand slipped the clothes off while the other kept her pinned. When Tsukiumi protested, she found one glare of Minato to be sufficient to keep quiet.

Chiho tapped on the arm to watch the scene. It was more of a humorous show now. The rest of the flock, minus Musubi, who was out and twitching, watched the scene; when Tsukiumi realized that the concubines were to watch her getting plowed by Minato, a blush set in.

As soon as she wanted to speak up, Minato sealed her off by ramming his dick inside her. That was already enough. The walls had been teased enough, and she was lubricated to the point that it was slippery to get in and out of her.

The moans weren't stopped when Minato fucked her senseless. Her pussy welcomed his dick. Musubi was right. He wasn't just more extensive but also more comprehensive. She loved how it felt.

When Minato could feel how Tsukiumi got his dick inside her, he took her arms back to the top of her head.

When she was pinned above his head, Minato began to move his hips up and down. She responded to him as much she could, but when he kissed her, her eyes went wide while she felt her stuff mixing with Minato's.

The rest of the girls felt a pleasant twitch in their bodies and a chill down their spines as they saw Minato plowing Tsukiumi. The girl hadn't much time to react to Minato's complete dominance.

The girls found it one change from Minato's usual approach. The guy was sweet and soft in the bed, and the girls had grown used to that. It wasn't that they disliked it, but this was different.

Minato took point and didn't allow for protest. Tsukiumi learned that now, while she was barely holding on to consciousness.

Minato wasn't pushing her too far. She was still a Sekirei, and he was human. Yet, the fact was that this was different than usual. There was no pause, he had barely left her pussy, or he was back inside her body while he continued to drive her crazy.

The animalistic grunts mixed with the rhythm. The Water Sekirei could barely hold onto anything while she moved back at him. Yet, despite his dominant role, Minato looked to Tsukiumi and how she reacted.

Moving his head to her ears, he whispered hotly in them. "Do you like this?"

Her mouth went to his. "Don't stop," she answered. There was nothing that she wanted to say, and Minato did just that. He drove up the pace to a degree where she held on. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and like that, he could grind in her body.

Tsukiumi moaned as his hands went to her tits. The massage was excellent, but Minato had another thing in mind. Taking her up, still with his dick buried in her, Minato turned her around. That caused Tsukiumi to blush.

Mainly because the rest of the girls could see how Minato was plowing her from behind, and the girls' grins and smiles were at her.

How shameful.

That was the only thing she could think of while Minato put his hands on her hips. The girl kneeled in front of them, her arms not even able to support her weight as pleasure raced through her body. She clenched while Minato fucked her from behind. She couldn't move back or do anything like that.

She was just subjected to taking him from behind while she could only think of him and the way he pounded her.

Minato decided there was a different way to end it. Taking Tsukiumi up from under the shoulders, her fantastic body was shown to the girls, who couldn't help but marvel at it.

The girl felt Minato groping her two tits of her, enjoying the supple flesh of it while she was still getting pounded from behind while Tsukiumi was at her most vulnerable. And her most showing if she had one say about it.

She couldn't help but clench up when she felt hands wandering over her. Kazehana was touching her left tit while Matsu was doing it on the right. But that wasn't the worst.

Oh no. The fact that Homura had gone down and started licking her. This could not stand. She would not allow it.

Those concubines would not bring down Tsukiumi. She fought and hoped that Minato would speak up. Yet, he didn't. Minato just kept to himself while he boned her softly. Glancing over her shoulder, the girls continued their assault on Tsukiumi.

She wanted to shout. To get them off her, to make them stop. And when Minato turned her head, he kissed her. His tongue pressed on her teeth. The woman wasn't sure what happened, but she opened her mouth.

The exploration of her mouth made stars explode, and she came down. The clenching ended, and Minato shot into her. Again, a lot of semen went into her body as he filled Tsukiumi with his seed. And just like Musubi, she fell.

The Miko began to wake up and Chiho gulped. She hoped Minato wouldn't be so rough on her. Sure, she wanted a child, but not to the point that he was this rough.

The three girls looked down. Yes, he had grown. Minato had always been more prominent than usual. But right now, he was quickly 30% bigger than normal. Matsu and Homura gulped when they looked at him. Despite two fucks, he was still not out of energy. The two weren't too sure if they could handle Minato like that right now.

The decision was taken for them. With one arm, he went to Kazehana. The girl tensed up, and the two let him take Kazehana. Maybe the girl would tire him out.

"Minato-kun?" she asked, while Minato just looked at her. Sweat was running down his face, and his eyes were clouded with lust, but he didn't look winded or light-headed.

The pause was the fact that she could ask. "Please be gentle." Minato's hand went behind her head. She felt herself getting pulled closer to a kiss. It wasn't even a tongue kiss. Minato gave a simple kiss, yet she could feel the emotion behind it. She slowly came down while Minato kissed her on the lips.

They were on their knees and had begun to sit down. She touched his face while his hands explored hers. Kazehana could feel how he stroked her hair, while Minato could feel the pressing. Slowly, she came down on the ground.

"Missionary?" With that, Minato entered her body. She gasped. It was like he did a 180. With Tsukiumi, he was the one who made all the calls. He had fucked her so roughly and stopped the proud girl from doing anything.

The way Tsukiumi was treated was incredibly perverted and rough. It was something that she had done a few times with him.

Here, he softly entered her body while he took a slow pace. Not fast to the point, her tits were going everywhere but deliberate and decisive. Her hands could go over his body, feeling how her touch drove him mad. Yet, Minato wasn't the only ascending.

Kazehana was the same. He wasn't fast, but he was firm on this. When he went up, with his dick grinding in her pussy, to the point he was touching her womb, he marveled at her body.

Sure, they were all beauties, but Kazehana had one different touch. His father was a complete idiot to turn her down.

Ah, well. Minato got her now.

When he was in her, he kissed her again, and the softness came out. The four who weren't involved blinked.

Minato's thrusts were strong yet deliberate as if he were taking his time. Matsu, Uzume, Kagari, and Chiho looked at how the soft moans went out while they craned their heads. Musubi began to wake up, but Tsukiumi was still out.

Again, to the two, Minato went back and began to suck on Kazehana's tits, who pressed his head in her breasts, back to Tsukiumi, who sat there with a head that tolled.

As of one mind, they wiped their eyes. Chiho decided that she had been teased enough by girls. Without a hint of shame, she stood before Minato—her legs on the opposite side of Kazehana's head and her crotch at Minato's.

"If you want him to lick you, Chiho-chan, can you put your legs next to my body? I wouldn't like it if you stepped on my face." Kazehana had seen that look. She didn't fault the Ashikabi for wanting a piece. The drug still raced, although it had calmed down a bit.

Chiho moved her legs, so Minato sat up. With just one look at her drenched vagina, he moved his head and began to eat her out.

His hands made sure that she was supported, and Kazehana did the same.

By touching the small bun that was on top. The girl didn't mind but joined the moans. Minato began to fuck her again. But it was deliberate and warm. She would have continued to moan as she found this to be enjoyable.

But it wasn't going to end just yet. With an infectious grin, she saw Uzume. Her lower lips were parted, and Kazehana felt karma reigning over his head. Sitting down, her knees on the side, Uzume took over the duty of keeping Chiho at Minato's head.

She bit on her teeth as Kazehana teased her, especially since the hands of Kazehana had gone to her powerful and supple thighs. To feel her up. There was a reason why Kazehana loved it: to have the pair in bed. They weren't as perverted as Matsu but not as naïve as Musubi.

Kazehana liked Uzume, who moaned her name while still slipping a finger into Chiho's pussy. Minato didn't ignore the fact that she was there.

Letting her go, they could see each other's faces from between Chiho's legs. It was clear that stuff ran down.

Uzume would lie if she didn't say that the roguish grin was one colossal turn-on. It stood him well. Minato went back to eat her out. He was focusing on the two girls until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning his head, he could see Matsu, and it would be safe to say that Kagari had taken the opposite side. Craning his head, Musubi just sat back and took a water bottle to drink.

There was still sperm coming out. But back to the two. "Just finger us. We'll keep Chiho standing." Kagari said, and Minato let his hands go. The girls held Chiho up. Both had one hand on her back and one on her legs.

Minato's finger began to explore the two again while he pounded Kazehana. The girl would moan if her fingers weren't busy helping her on Uzume. The Veiled Sekirei could only look up to see how Minato ate Chiho out while she was busy getting done herself.

The fact that this had been coming just made her grin. She looked to Matsu and Kagari, who moaned while Minato's fingers began to continue to have fun on the flesh. Two in each pussy, his tongue on Chiho, and his dick on Kazehana.

Damn, she loved that guy. The group moved up and down with Minato. Kazehana couldn't help but feel how she was getting near things. But she wanted to wait.

She redoubled her effort and added more pressure to the pussy in front of her face. Uzume began to moan louder while Minato did the same on Chiho. It was funny that they were eating pussy from the same species.

Uzume could feel that the two weren't too hard going now. They were still moving while Minato drank greedily from what Chiho had given them. Funnily enough, she was the first to come from him.

It was a good thing that Uzume was there. Capturing the petite girl, she supported Chiho. Gently, she was lowered, and she looked to Uzume. A face drunk with lust and Minato twitched when he saw how the two kissed.

That was hot. He wouldn't lie about that. Turning his head, he found Kagari's face. Before she had one protest, he kissed her face. Moving up, Kazehana went with his body. Uzume got off when she heard the loud moan as the Wind Flower Sekirei came. Minato was right there.

When he was sure that he had delivered everything, he let go of Kazehana. Uzume hadn't seen release, but she didn't mind that she had to let go.

She had caused Minato to come, so she moved. Taking Chiho up, the girl muttered a quiet "My hero" while Minato let the two girls go.

It was to keep them entertained and warm. Minato's hands touched her hair. Kissing her, Kazehana grinned when she felt the warm and soft kiss. Minato just let her go while she bopped him on the nose.

"You're one strange man, Minato." She said as she laid herself back on the bed. Joining Musubi, she looked down. Kazehana would be asking for seconds, but not now. Her legs felt wobbly, and looking at Musubi, she decided to make herself comfortable.

Musubi liked to have sex with more girls than just one. It meant she wasn't alone in a break. She went over the hair of Kazehana, who laid on her tits. Matsu didn't wait and tackled Minato to the ground.

"Matsu." He registered her, and the bespectacled Sekirei smiled at her Ashikabi. "Enjoy, Mina-tan." Going down on Minato's length, she found that it was just awesome. His hands went to her tits while she got used to his length. It was something she saw that Minato was doing an outstanding job on her hips. His hands went to her ass while she began to respond.

She groaned as Minato began to go back up. Enjoying it but not willing to let him take the role in this, Matsu laid down on him. The legs laid to Minato so he could grind more in her. Her tits squashed on his chest while she began to tease and lick and kiss her Ashikabi. She grinned as Minato couldn't do much more but just fuck her like that.

His fingers squeezed her ass. Three girls were already done, and Kagari just waited. The silverette shared a look with the last pair. The two shrugged when they saw the scene. Tsukiumi was still out while Musubi came back. Without any hint of shame, she began to grope the excellent breasts of Kazehana. The woman smiled while she laid her head back.

This was just terrific fun. Matsu just ground, and Minato went in and out while Matsu dominated him. He couldn't get up as her entire body lay on his. The only thing he could do was sink in the flesh of Matsu while she kissed him.

Tugging on the hair, she enjoyed what Minato did from below her. The hands went on the shoulders, and she began to massage them. He groaned as he had been stiff in all sorts of places.

He couldn't suppress a moan, but she kissed him while she lay on top of him. The kiss made his eyes open while she continued on him. With a bit more pressure, she could feel how Minato began to lose the fight. She decided to have some more fun as she let him go and softly licked his neck. Minato couldn't hold on and came. It was a good thing that she was right after him.

Slipping out of Minato, she rolled off him. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Mina-tan. But I want to walk. I am not as tough as Kazehana-tan, Musubi-tan, and Tsukiumi-tan." With that, she moved to the fridge. She got herself a bottle of water and opened it. Kagari was the last one.

The girl looked at Minato and decided to use what nature didn't provide her. Minato followed her finger as she asked him to sit up. When he was sitting, she slid on him. Her legs moved behind, and they were placed on the opposite side of Minato. He grinned at her while she put herself on Minato.

His legs were outstretched, so the ass of Kagari was on his thighs. Minato decided to add a bit more speed to it while the two moved together at a decent pace. This was so much fun, and Kagari had been waiting long enough to have sex. Minato couldn't deny how much fun he had by being inside her.

Minato crushed the hot pot, but Kagari grinned and ran her fingers over his back. She smiled at Minato, who began to enjoy it even more.

His own hands went to her short hair while Minato pressed her closer. She kissed Minato, and the tongues began to wrestle.

Sure, her tits weren't the biggest, but they were enough to fill his hands. Minato felt the hardened diamonds, but he was more interested in the soft flesh.

Placing his hands lower, Minato began to feel how she felt. With a giggle, a sound he hadn't heard before, Minato looked up. He had heard her correctly. With a grin that sent a shiver down her spine, Minato began to press his fingers in her sides. Giggles came out when Minato started to tickle her.

He wasn't going too far on her now. If she was too high with him, Minato couldn't attend to the two other girls. Still, it was one fiery ending to her. Her legs got off Minato while Uzume shared a look with Chiho.

The Ashikabi shook her head. She had come two times from fingers or a mouth. The third time was for his dick. Uzume smiled at Minato, who gave her one grin back.

Laying down next to him, she turned around. Her shapely behind showed to Minato, and it was enough to bugle his eyes.

"Come and get it." There was no reason for him to wait on that. Guiding his dick to her pussy, Minato groaned when he felt how she was. His hands racked over her back. He wondered why he didn't do her sooner like that. The touch was something she got used to while his hands wandered over her fantastic body.

When the hands were on the shoulder, he began to move in and out. Uzume bit on a pillow as Minato was going fast on her. Her soft ass jiggled against his thighs while she was getting plowed from behind.

She didn't want to move too much, so Uzume preferred if Minato just fucked her like this. When she felt his entire length on her body, she turned her head to meet his mouth. A kiss followed while she smiled at him.

"Keep going." She requested, and his hands wandered over her back while she felt how Minato fucked her like this.

They knew what attracted Minato the most, so when two hands went to her breasts, she could feel how he touched her soft tits. She began to grin at her rock-hard nipples as Minato squished them under his fingers.

She moaned as he licked her ears and neck. Teasing was fun, and she could take the heat. Minato was getting good at this. And he wasn't going to let her stop just now. When his hands went back, he cracked his knuckles.

Uzume wasn't prepared that he was going for a massage. He had still learned some tricks, so he decided to go over her back. The Veiled Sekirei clasped one hand before her mouth as Minato's fingers began to work her back over.

She was a bit stiff, of course. You don't have big tits without some backpains. And Uzume was no exception. She would have appreciated the massage. If Minato wouldn't do it right in the middle of sexual intercourse. He had also gone from fast fucking to slow thrust. If only to keep the race up.

When his hands wandered over her body, he pushed her hair aside so her back was open. The pussy of her became a bit tighter when he had his hands practicing. Uzume looked around and saw that Tsukiumi was still out. Minato had really gone to town on her.

The other girls decided that when they got a second turn, he would practice on them. Eventually, it was impossible to keep it up. Uzume wanted to get a release from the long fucking like this. So she moved her knees up and began to move back. Her pace followed Minato's, and it made getting there easier. When she found Chiho's face, the girl's smile would have caused her to crap her pants.

The kiss followed, and Uzume couldn't help but come when the hands of Chiho found the breasts. With one squeeze and kiss, she had her release. Minato wanted one minute more, and Chiho kept her up until he came in her. be

He pulled it out, and Chiho gulped when she looked at Minato. He had gone for six rounds like this, and he still didn't look calm.

Chiho just laid back with her legs open and her back on the bed. "Be gentle." She asked, and Minato smiled at her. His hands went to his dick, and slowly, he entered her.

The thing that he noticed was this. She was tight. Really, really tight. It was maybe because of the medicine or something else, but she couldn't help but groan as he entered her.

Minato took his time now. It was like their first time all over again. When he had gone a bit deeper, he waited when he saw her face. When she was out of the discomfort, she allowed going deeper. The Sekirei gathered around and looked down.

It had felt good, sure, but Minato had been rough on them. All of them would walk funny tomorrow, if not in the coming days. When they saw how Chiho, a human girl, experienced it, it was clear how much the gap had closed.

Minato didn't mind that Chiho asked him to take it easy. The energy had gone out for a bit, so this was one break. The girl laid her head on the pillows while he continued to go in her—a kiss here, a touch there, a smile and a tear.

It was lovemaking in a human fashion—something new for the Sekirei. When Chiho took all of Minato, she just lay back and waited until Minato was sure the girl could take it. With a nod, Minato began to inch his way in and out of her.

Even if he wanted to go fast on her, he couldn't. The girl was too tight for him to make any complex moves, so he just relaxed. When he was out of her warmth, he slowly went back in. While it was slow, it wasn't as strong.

Breaths went in, and she relaxed while Minato returned to her. Kissing her again, Minato found that she took it well and that she enjoyed the sex. He was the same. Straightening her back, Minato found that Chiho got used to it more.

When she saw his eyes, she nodded to drive up the pace. It was not going fast at all; the pace was even good, and it was enjoyable. Just like the other girls, when she got used to it, she followed, her hips rolled with his. The hands wandered to the tits. Chiho wasn't flat, but she was the least endowed girl. Not that she complained about that.

Minato loved big tits, but they weren't the biggest drive. Chiho found it remarkable how he did her just like this. She began to feel even better when the girl could get used to him.

With one more kiss, Chiho felt alive, and she began to feel her release coming. The speed got driven up a bit more while Minato came inside her. When he looked up, the face was one of pure climax. Minato got back out while he looked at the girl.

Chiho pecked him on the cheek. "This was amazing, Minato. Thank you." He smiled while putting the girl in his lap.

"Indeed." The rest of the girls stood up and surrounded their Ashikabi, grinning and blushing. Minato met theirs.

"I hope you're not tired, Minato."

"Nope."

"Great. Because we will continue for the rest of the night."

"Sounds fun."

"Prepare yourself, my husband."

"I'm ready."

"Can we take your word for that?"

"Let's see who keeps up."

Minato and his harem spend the entire night. Sure, he had only one dick, but it didn't stop the Sekirei from using different parts of his body. While he had come at least over thirty times, three times from each girl, the girls could get off with his mouth or fingers.

Minato had to finish every time in their pussy. If they weren't pregnant now, the girls had to look for something different. But they guessed they were now. They tried different positions or different ways to get off. When he was too occupied, the girls turned to each other to stay warmed up.

Musubi enjoyed getting eaten out by Chiho, and Tsukiumi bowed before Uzume's fingers.

Minato had no idea that he could fuck for so long and keep it up this well. It was the medicine, sure, but he was going to ask his mother for more.

The sights were something enamored, and the smell was unforgettable. Hours passed by with the girls getting more and more releases to the point their bellies had started to swell. During breaks, they made sure they were hydrated. Plenty of snacks also lay around, and even during the night, Minato had gotten a break to get some food and water in his belly. Sex could take a lot of you.

The girls enjoyed the whole place together, where they fucked with Minato. Tsukiumi and Kagari were sure to keep asking for more now and would go along.

He was great, Minato, and the stuff was just fantastic. Eventually, their energy ran dry. The sun shined through the windows while Minato was fucking Musubi. She was the last one; all the other girls had fallen out of the fucking. Chiho was on one side with Uzume, asleep in their arms.

Uzume herself lay on Kazehana's stomach. All three girls had one big smile on their faces.

Matsu lay knocked on the other side. She was also out, and her glasses were put away. Her eyes whirled, but she was too exhausted to speak.

Tsukiumi and Kagari slept in another corner, the head of the Water Maiden on the head of the Guardian. Both girls had one satisfied look. Musubi was the first and the last one now. They were seated while Minato had his hands on her hips. Kissing was a big deal as well, while Musubi moaned his name over and over again.

Minato came into her, and his head rolled on her shoulder. He was out for the count. She smiled as she kissed his forehead. Her Ashikabi was terrific. Taking Minato up, she placed him on the pillow. Minato got comfortable with it. He was already in one deep slumber, and Musubi was surprised that he actually lasted this long.

They didn't need blankets, as the heat of her body would prove enough. She looked to her sister-wives and decided the way they fell asleep would not do. One by one, she placed the girls around their lover, but she took his left shoulder.

When Minato got all the girls around him, he really fell asleep. If Musubi recalled correctly, Kazehana had hired the room for two days. Just to be sure. When they woke up, they would get dressed and go home.

Musubi didn't doubt that everyone was satisfied. Yet, something in the back of her head kept nagging her. When she felt Minato's arm around her, she decided that it could wait. For now, sleep was the most important thing.

Scene skip. At a railway station

As the sun rose over Shinto Teito, morning unfurled its colors across the sky. The remnants of the night lingered, sparing the city from the heat for a few more moments. For those outside, this was a welcome respite.

Stepping off the train, a young man with black hair and brown eyes surveyed his surroundings. His suitcase, packed with all he deemed necessary for this journey, hinted at the length of his travels. Ichika Orimura had taken a significant trip to the capital—a tale he was more than ready to share with any willing listener.

"Well, it looks like I'm finally in Shinto Teito," he mused aloud, a mixture of anticipation and resolve in his voice.

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I really begin to wonder what CHAT GTP can and can't do. At one point, it flags things that aren't even remotely sexual, and at others, there is much that I can do.

But I have copied the rest of the smut on this, and we are catching up.

This weekend wasn't as much as the previous ones, but well, there is nothing that we can do about it. I get busy.

I hope you all liked this.

Saluut.