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— The Next Day
Everyone from the 7th and 6th Units gathered in front of the 7th Unit dorms, awaiting the arrival of the 5th Unit. Kyoka, Tenka, and Cain stood at the front of the group, while Himari, Yachiho, Sahara, Shushu, and Honami waited behind them.
"Is everything ready?" Kyoka asked Cain.
"Yup," Cain replied, heavily emphasizing the 'p.'
He had risen early that morning and prepared enough food to feed an entire football team and cleaned the baths until they gleamed brighter than a bald man's head within three hours while jamming out to Linkin Park and Three Days Grace.
A pang of sadness crossed the older man's features for a brief moment. Today's music, when compared to the gems of the early 2000s and 2010s, seemed laughable; most musicians today were mediocre at best, with the sole exception being Uta. And he wasn't just saying that because she was his wife.
Unlike other artists, she was passionate about her craft, striving to improve herself. However, despite that, she still couldn't quite compare to the classics.
Upon hearing Cain's response, Kyoka nodded in satisfaction. "What will we be having today?" she asked, trying not to drool at the mere thought of his cooking.
Cain smirked playfully. "A chef doesn't kiss and tell."
Kyoka rolled her eyes at his comment, while the others groaned in unison, clearly eager to know what he would serve them.
"You're such a tease, you know that?" Tenka said, shooting Cain a playful glare.
"But isn't that what you love about me?"
She didn't deny it and added with a sly grin, "Among many other things."
A few minutes later, the 5th Unit arrived, not by typical means. A tornado suddenly appeared fifteen meters away, swirling toward the ground and stopping just five meters from where the 7th and 6th Units stood.
"I'm assuming that's them?" Cain questioned.
"Yeah..." Kyoka sighed, slightly exasperated.
"I'll give them a five out of five for creativity, effort, and not destroying anything."
Moments later, the tornado vanished, revealing Yakumo and three other women.
To Yakumo's right stood a woman with long black hair, onyx eyes, fair skin, and a slender yet well-endowed figure.
To her left was an average-looking woman with short blonde hair styled in a bowl cut and brown eyes.
Next to her stood a woman with long purple hair, a triangular fringe nearly brushing the ridge of her nose, dark blue eyes, fair skin, and an athletic yet well-endowed figure.
His gaze landed on her, and he sensed something off. Outwardly, she appeared ordinary. However, he knew better than to judge appearances. Delving deeper, he discovered an ocean of dark emotions swirling beneath her normal facade—an unquenchable bloodlust.
The older man's lips quirked into an enigmatic smile. 'Very interesting.'
Feeling his gaze, the purple-haired woman looked his way, and they locked eyes for a moment, sizing each other up before they both looked away.
"Sup!" Yakumo greeted the group with a mischievous smile. In an instant, she appeared between Kyoka and Tenka, much to their annoyance. "Hey, you two, let's get closer!" She wrapped her arms around their shoulders, making them visibly stiffen. Yakumo glanced at Kyoka with a slight blush as her eyes shamelessly roamed her body. "Such a tight body—"
As Yakumo focused on Kyoka, Tenka looked at Cain, her expression that screamed, "Help us!" Unfortunately for her and Kyoka, Cain enjoyed watching them squirm and shook his head. Tenka looked at him as if he had just slapped her across the face.
"—that I'd love to get my hands on," Yakumo said, biting her lip. "God, you're wonderful, Kyoka..." She turned to Tenka, who offered a forced smile. "And look at you, Tenka-san. Mmmm, is it just me, or have you gotten even more panty-dropping?"
Having had enough of Yakumo's antics, both chiefs removed her hands from their shoulders.
"I see your fondness for skinship hasn't diminished," Tenka commented while politely removing Yakumo's hand.
Kyoka, less friendly, aggressively yanked Yakumo's hand away. "Touch me inappropriately, and I'll have Cain turn into a dragon and eat you alive."
Instead of being intimidated, Yakumo grinned brightly. "You'll have him eat me? That's pretty hot. It'd be even hotter if you joined in," she said, making Kyoka groan in frustration. The pervy chief's eyes then landed on Cain, and her expression brightened. "Hey there, hot stuff!" She appeared right in front of him, unabashedly touching him. "It's been a while since we last saw each other."
"Yeah, it has," he agreed, not minding the fact that Yakumo was heavily caressing and groping his body. "How's life treating you?"
"Pretty good, thanks for asking!" She paused, frowning slightly. "But it's also been pretty boring."
"Why's that? Couldn't find a random couple to indulge in your voyeur fetish?" Cain teased, making Yakumo blush furiously.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she stammered, putting some distance between them. She then turned to everyone else. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go train!" With that, she dashed inside the building, leaving everyone but Cain dumbfounded by her behavior.
Kyoka looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What was that about?"
Cain smiled. "No clue."
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For the next few hours, the women trained to enhance their combative skills. They wore gravity seals to increase their strength, explored new ways to utilize their Peach Blessings, and meditated to clear their minds.
Eventually, the training session came to an end, and the women headed to the bathhouse to wash off the sweat and relieve their sore muscles. The chiefs and vice chiefs occupied the right side of the bathhouse, while everyone else was on the left.
"Ah! Fuck, this feels amazing!" Shushu exclaimed as she stretched her arms. "I can feel my fatigue melting away." She leaned back and closed her eyes. 'What would make this even better is a message from Cain.' Her cheeks flushed. 'I wouldn't mind getting dicked down too.'
Sure, that would mean another bath and being even more sore afterward, but it would definitely be worth it.
"Suruga-san," Shushu opened her eyes to see the purple-haired woman she learned was Saeko Busujima.
From what Shushu recalled, Saeko hailed from the Busujima family, a clan renowned for its martial prowess. She's one of the best fighters in the ADC, her strength and Peach Blessing outclassing most chiefs.
Before Tenka became the chief of the 6th Unit, Saeko had actually been offered the position, but for reasons unknown, she had declined. Other than that, Shushu didn't know much else about her.
"Is there something I can help you with, Busujima?" Shushu asked, raising an eyebrow.
Saeko nodded, offering a polite smile. "Yes, I have a few questions, and I was hoping you could answer them."
"What would you like to know?"
"What can you tell me about Cruz-san?"
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—Meanwhile, with the chiefs and vice chiefs—
"The strength of Yakumo's wind has increased, hasn't it?" Kyoka asked Kaiko Itsuki, the vice chief of the 5th Unit.
Kaiko nodded. "If she were to get serious, she could likely level an entire city," she admitted, surprising everyone.
"When she's not being a complete degenerate and being lazy as shit, she's actually a very competent and respectable chief," Yachiho commented. "Speaking of which, where is she? There's no way she'd skip the opportunity to grope us."
"The chief said she's been taken care of," Himari replied as she scrubbed her older sister's back.
"Ah, that makes sense."
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— With Cain —
The Latino was setting the table when he noticed Yakumo on the floor, a rope tightly bound around her body. He raised an amused eyebrow but wasn't surprised.
"Oh, hey there, handsome!" Yakumo greeted him in her usual chipper tone.
"Yo," Cain replied, turning to face her and crossing his arms. "I'm assuming Kyoka and Tenka did this."
"Right on the money," Yakumo confirmed. "Could you do me a solid and untie me?"
Cain considered her request for a moment, a wicked smirk forming on his lips. "Sure, but what's in it for me?"
The chief of the 5th widened her eyes in surprise, then chuckled, giving him a playful yet seductive smile.
"I can suck your dick," she offered without a hint of hesitation or shame.
Cain feigned a contemplative expression, tapping his chin thoughtfully before sighing dramatically.
"Well, I won't lie, that's a pretty good offer..." He grinned, sending a chill down Yakumo's spine. He approached her like a predator stalking its prey, and she gulped. Getting to one knee, he lifted her slightly and leaned in, his lips just inches from hers. "But what if I want more than that?"
Yakumo felt her throat go dry, her body heating up, and her heart pounding. "W-Well... I wouldn't mind."
Cain looked at her, amused. "Is that so?"
She nodded. "Y-Yeah."
After a moment that felt like an eternity, he grabbed her chin, leaned in, and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Yakumo's eyes widened in surprise before she closed them and reciprocated, letting out long, sensual moans into his mouth.
Yakumo tried her best to keep up. However, Cain's decades of experience made that impossible, leaving her no choice but to submit to him.
To her confusion and disappointment, Cain broke the kiss abruptly. He pointed a finger at her, and a concentrated beam of energy shot out, evaporating the rope and freeing her from her bindings.
"As much as I'd love to continue this, the others are getting out of the baths." He stood up and returned to setting the table, leaving an incredibly horny, confused, and pissed-off Yakumo on the floor.
Yakumo glared at him. "Y-You asshole, you can't just take my breath away and leave me hanging like that!" she exclaimed indignantly.
Cain smiled at her. "But I just did."
Before Yakumo could respond, Zero entered the kitchen.
"Hey, darling, can—" Her words halted as she saw Yakumo. "Who the fuck is she?"
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