Chapter 758: The Flower Guarding Operation! Frenda, do you have a younger sister?!
"Alas, I didn't expect you to have gone through so much these years, Shokuhou. You must have worked hard."
In a quiet, sterile room within the Windowless Building, the soft hum of air filtration was the only background noise.
Dolly gently wiped away the tears clinging to the corners of Misaki Shokuhou's eyes. Her fingers were warm—real, living warmth, not the cold phantom of a memory that had haunted the Queen of Tokiwadai for so long.
"It's okay. At least... at least Dolly, you're back!"
Misaki's voice trembled, lacking its usual confident, saccharine veneer. As long as she felt that warmth against her skin, the nightmare of the past few years dissolved into nothingness.
Dolly was resurrected. The Exterior project, the darkness of Academy City, the despair—it was all washed away by this singular miracle. That was the best outcome she could have ever prayed for.
"Ugh, about that…"
Dolly pulled her hand back slightly, her expression turning complicated. She fiddled with the hem of her hospital gown. "I saw everything that happened through the Misaka Network. Shokuhou... you agreed to Ren-sama's request for me, didn't you?"
"Uh…"
Misaki Shokuhou's body stiffened visibly. Her starry eyes widened in a panic.
There was such a thing.
She had been so overwhelmed by the emotional tsunami of Dolly's return that she had momentarily forgotten the transaction that facilitated it. She had told Ren she was willing to give everything.
Everything.
Ren hadn't specified what he wanted yet. But when she recalled the data she had gleaned—how he treated the other female members of the Chat Group, and the fact that the terrifying ITEM mercenary group had been taken away by him to be "trained"—her imagination ran wild.
Misaki's body tensed, a flush rising from her neck to her cheeks. She seemed to foresee her future, unable to stop the heat from pooling in her stomach.
Dolly tilted her head in confusion, her innocence contrasting sharply with Misaki's internal panic.
"Shokuhou, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, no! I'm just happy. A small price is nothing to me. Absolutely nothing!"
Taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Misaki Shokuhou adjusted her lace gloves and looked at Dolly with renewed determination. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. I'm going to see him now."
"I also want to go and thank Ren-sama properly."
Dolly tried to stand, eager to meet the god-like figure who had pulled her back from the abyss, but Misaki gently held her shoulders down.
"No, I'll go alone. You need to adapt to your new body. Rest well here first, okay?"
...
Meanwhile, in another lounge area of the repurposed headquarters.
Misaka Mikoto slumped onto the plush leather sofa, her limbs splayed out in a manner completely unbecoming of a refined lady from Tokiwadai.
Mentally exhausted!
Drained!
Spiritually weary!
It wasn't physical fatigue; it was the sheer processing load. To stop the nearly 10,000 Misaka Sisters from chattering simultaneously in the Misaka Network, she had to dive into the neural collective.
She set rules for all the Sisters, established communication protocols, and further reformed the hierarchy of the Misaka Network to prevent a mental DDOS attack on her own brain.
Now, she was effectively the System Administrator and Group Owner of the Misaka Network.
Dolly and Last Order were assigned as moderators.
She retained the highest authority, granting her the power to issue a global mute or temporarily ban specific Misaka Sisters who were being too rowdy.
With this, the chaotic sea of electromagnetic waves finally had order.
Beside her, Last Order wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead, mimicking an overworked laborer. "Whew, the management structure is finally done. Misaka Misaka can finally rest."
"???"
Misaka Mikoto's eyes widened, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of such audacity. "Did you do it? What does it have to do with you? I was the one working hard from beginning to end! You just sat there eating pudding in the subconscious space!"
She didn't want her credit to be shamelessly stolen by this little brat who looked exactly like her.
"Eh heh!"
Last Order tapped her head with her knuckles, tilted her head to the side, and stuck out her tongue cutely, all in one smooth, practiced motion of feigned innocence.
...
Misaka Mikoto looked at her own young face making that expression and felt utterly numb.
This couldn't be me, she told herself. My DNA does not contain this level of cringe.
Last Order bounced up from the sofa, her energy seemingly limitless. "Hey, Misaka Misaka is going to play with Ren Onii-chan. Does Onee-sama want to come along? Misaka Misaka asks expectantly!"
"No, no, I need to rest. If I see his face right now, I might just short-circuit."
Misaka Mikoto waved her hand dismissively and closed her eyes impatiently.
This whole night—the battle, the revelations, the administrative nightmare—had truly exhausted the Railgun.
"Alright, then Misaka Misaka will go with the other Misaka Sisters."
Last Order skipped out of the room, her ahoge bobbing with every step.
Misaka Mikoto sighed, burying her face in a cushion, preparing to finally shut down her brain.
...
Elsewhere, deep within the private quarters of the General Superintendent.
The atmosphere was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone, perfume, and the musk of exertion.
"Tsk tsk, being stubborn with me? I'll make you understand why the flowers are so red."
Ren moved aside a large pile of destroyed machinery—remnants of a Meltdowner rampage that had been casually suppressed. Behind the wreckage, Mugino Shizuri lay sprawled on a chaotic mess of cushions.
The 4 Lv5, usually terrifying and composed, was now a trembling mess. Her cheek twitched slightly as she gasped for air, her eyes unfocused and glassy. Her clothes were disheveled, and her spirit, usually as volatile as her electron beams, had been thoroughly dominated.
She had been begging for mercy for most of the day. Now, she was considered fully "trained."
...
Mugino Shizuri's appearance suggested she couldn't answer any questions, let alone stand. She was completely broken in the most pleasurable way possible.
Ren turned his head, his gaze landing on the remaining three members of ITEM.
"!!!"
Three small heads quickly shrank back behind a high-backed chair.
Ren smiled, a predator watching prey that had nowhere to run. "What, are you happy to see Mugino suffer? Or are you eager to take her place?"
...
Kinuhata Saiai, Frenda Seivelun, and Takitsubo Rikou dared not say a word.
But they all quietly shielded their backs with their hands, a subconscious defensive posture.
They had watched the entire "training" session. They had seen their invincible leader, the Meltdowner, reduced to a sobbing, pleading mess under Ren's hands. They didn't want to be "covered in flowers" (beaten/ravaged) like Mugino.
Ren didn't bother chasing them. He knew he didn't have to.
Instead, he walked up to Frenda, picked her up by the waist as easily as one would lift a doll, and sat down on the wide, velvet sofa, placing her on his lap.
"!!!"
Frenda's body trembled violently. Her blue eyes were wide with terror.
But Frenda was a survivor. She was a mercenary who knew when the tide had turned. Resistance was death. Submission... submission might mean survival. Or even favor.
She instinctively grabbed Ren's shirt, burying her face in his neck, her breathing ragged.
"?"
Even Ren himself, who hadn't meant to intimidate her that much, was taken aback by her action. She wasn't fighting; she was clinging.
"You're quite proactive."
He patted Frenda's blonde head with a strange expression, acknowledging her survival instinct. His hand slid down her back, grounding her.
"???"
Kinuhata Saiai, peeking from behind the chair, looked utterly bewildered.
Was this girl being super overly proactive?
She had just been crying that she would die, so why was she now throwing herself at him like a koala? Was this a strategy?
Suddenly, Takitsubo Rikou, who was standing beside Kinuhata with her usual lethargic expression, also moved. Drawn by the stabilization of her AIM diffusion field in Ren's presence, she drifted over and knelt by Ren's leg, resting her cheek against his knee.
"???"
Kinuhata Saiai was initially confused.
But her brain, wired for high-speed combat analysis, quickly (and incorrectly) calculated the situation.
If Frenda takes the focus, she dies. If Takitsubo takes the focus, she breaks. But if we super share the burden... the damage is dispersed!
If this is the super way, the flowers won't suffer as much!
"Frenda, Rikou! You guys are super smart!"
So, Kinuhata Saiai also launched her "Flower Guarding Operation." She rushed forward and squeezed into the small space on the sofa next to Ren, pressing her small body against his other side.
...
Ren looked at the three girls huddled around him—one in his lap, one at his knees, and one pressing against his side. He heard their chaotic surface thoughts and felt like laughing.
He could only say that Kinuhata Saiai was super overthinking it.
Frenda was thinking: Hmm, I can survive! If I make him happy, he won't break me like Mugino!
Takitsubo Rikou was thinking: Will Ren-sama like me like this? It feels warm... the static in my head is gone.
None of them thought the same as Kinuhata, whose thoughts were a mess of tactical damage mitigation.
But it was interesting. The absolute ruler of the dark side, surrounded by the terrifying ITEM mercenaries, now reduced to a harem of frightened but willing pets.
He didn't point out their misunderstandings.
Instead, he stroked Frenda's soft blonde hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. "Frenda, you have a younger sister, right?"
"Eh?!!!"
Frenda's small tongue, which had just begun to tentatively lick his collarbone in a clumsy attempt at seduction, froze. She looked up at Ren in shock, her face pale.
"How...?"
"Don't be surprised. You've seen my power. Knowing a small detail like that isn't difficult for the new General Superintendent."
...
It seemed so.
Ren was an existence who could change Academy City in an instant, erase Aleister, and even revive the dead. He was a god walking among mortals.
"Yes... I have a younger sister, Fremea Seivelun. She's... she's not a bad person, Master..."
Frenda said pitifully, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't care what happened to her, but Fremea was her lifeline. She didn't want her innocent sister to be treated as a "bad person" or an enemy by this terrifying man.
Only she, Frenda, was enough to be the bad person. She would take all the punishment.
"Of course I know she's not a bad person."
Ren smiled, a genuine, charismatic smile that melted some of the fear in the room.
"I mean, you can bring your sister here. To the Windowless Building."
He leaned back, enjoying the weight of the girls against him.
"In the future, this will be the headquarters of the only Governing Board in Academy City. And since ITEM now belongs to me, you are technically members of my personal staff."
"The outside world is chaotic. Your sister might encounter danger from the remnants of the old factions. But here? It is the safest place in the universe."
"!!!"
Hearing this, Frenda's eyes lit up with disbelief and hope.
"Can I really? Bring Fremea here?"
"That's right. I'll provide her with the best education and protection. You won't have to hide her anymore."
"That's great! Thank you, Master!!!"
Frenda was overwhelmed with gratitude. Her loyalty, previously born of fear, instantly solidified into something genuine. He wasn't just a tyrant; he was a protector.
"Thank you... I'll do anything!"
After thanking him, she lowered her head. Realizing that words were not enough to express her gratitude, she opened her mouth even more diligently, her actions becoming bolder, eager to please the man who had just guaranteed her sister's safety.
Ren sighed contentedly, his hand resting on Kinuhata's thigh, causing the Level 4 girl to stiffen but not pull away.
Click.
Just then.
The heavy blast doors of the room hissed open.
...
Misaki Shokuhou stood in the doorway, frozen.
Beside her, Last Order held a half-eaten pudding, her mouth open in a perfect 'O'.
A Misaka Sister (Misaka 10032), standing guard next to Last Order, blinked her blank eyes.
The three of them stared blankly at everything in the room: Mugino passed out in the corner, and the three younger members of ITEM clinging to Ren like a litter of kittens, with Frenda's head bobbing in a very suspicious location.
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