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"How's that?" Himari asks, currently on top of Cain, attempting to give him a deep tissue massage.
Thanks to his incredible durability, it's challenging for the young Azuma to dig her fingers and thumbs into his flesh. Even when she enhances her strength with anti-demonic energy, there's no noticeable difference, much to her growing frustration.
"Sorry, babe. I still can't feel shit," Cain replies honestly, his tone apologetic.
Himari groans in annoyance and dramatically collapses onto him. "Goddamn it. Why does your body have to be tougher than steel?" Her whines are muffled as her face is buried into his back.
Cain chuckles softly, thoroughly amused by his lover's frustration. "Looks like we'll have to increase your workout regimen then, eh?"
The young Azuma pales at the suggestion. As beneficial as her boyfriend's training is, she would never willingly subject herself to it. For two hours, five days a week, Cain has everyone, except Nei, performing high sets and reps of various compound calisthenic exercises, along with high-intensity cardio and short rest periods.
It may not sound extreme when everyone is superhuman, but with seals that increase in weight every time they grow stronger, Cain's "No Pain, No Gain" philosophy, and his sadistic tendencies...well, no one's going to have a good time, that's for damn sure.
"Please don't..." Himari whimpers fearfully. "Anything but that..."
"Anything?" Cain asks, his tone suddenly taking on a suggestive edge.
The young Azuma blushes purposefully, fully aware of where he was steering this conversation, and she was more than enthusiastic about what was about to come next. She can already feel her core heating up and her panties dampening.
"We're back!" Unfortunately, before anything spicy can happen, Kyoka returns from ADC Headquarters, and she isn't alone.
Standing next to her is the top-tier MILF Fubuki Azuma, Himari's estranged mother. Upon seeing the position the two are in, the older woman remains unreadable but raises an eyebrow in slight curiosity.
Himari quickly stands up to greet Kyoka while Cain shifts from his stomach to sit up. He raises his brows in surprise upon spotting Fubuki.
'She must be here to tell Himari about the banquet,' he thinks to himself.
"Welcome ba—" Himari stops mid-sentence when she notices her mother, and the two Azumas lock eyes.
Neither of the two women says anything for what seems like an eternity. The tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife. It lingers for several seconds until Fubuki closes the distance and pushes her youngest daughter aside.
"Move." She then sits directly on Cain's lap, earning indignation from both Himari and Kyoka.
"Oi! What the fuck?!" Himari screeches angrily.
"You're not used to handling the body," Fubuki replies, gently pushing Cain to the ground.
She begins to massage his body, and the effect is immediate; Cain lets out a satisfied groan. He feels himself turn to putty under the older woman's experienced hands and can't help but wonder what her hands would feel like wrapped around his cock. If her hands can make him feel this good without even having to touch him sexually, he could only imagine the blissful sensations he'd experience if she were getting freaky with him.
Kyoka and Himari watch in outrage and jealousy as Fubuki thoroughly massages his godlike physique. While they seethe at the sight of the older woman sitting on Cain in such an intimate position and touching him as if she owned him, they can't help but admire her skill.
"Incredible. So that's how you do it," Kyoka comments, observing as Fubuki's hands firmly squeeze Cain's chest, her fingers digging deep into his dense muscles, eliciting another loud groan from him.
Fubuki glances at Kyoka. "This technique is meant to relieve the fatigue that builds up from lack of rest." She then turns her attention to Himari. "Himari." The young Azuma involuntarily straightens when her mother calls her name.
"The Azuma Banquet will begin soon." Himari's eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a frown. "After seeing the first unit's change of chiefs, Mother decided it's time for the Azumas to begin the next era. Normally, I would succeed her as her daughter, but she chose an unconventional approach to determine the next head..."
Himari's beautiful features contort with confusion, and she wants to question her mother about this but decides to wait until she finishes speaking.
"The banquet will be held in five days. We'll take time off to gather at the Azuma residence. I've already talked to the other chiefs."
Throughout Fubuki's explanation, she hasn't stopped working her magic on Cain. As she squeezes, presses, and caresses his body, she also gives him a chiropractic adjustment.
The satisfying pops of his joints can be heard alongside Cain's pleased groans.
"Why are you even telling me this? This shit has nothing to do with me!" Himari exclaims, glaring fiercely at her mother.
Unfortunately for Cain, this bliss wouldn't last forever. Fubuki stops her ministrations, bringing him back from his semi-conscious state.
"Huh? What happened?" Cain questions groggily as he sits up.
He turns to see Fubuki standing two feet away from Himari.
"Himari...won't you take a bath with me?" she asks, earning a raised eyebrow from Cain, a bewildered look from Kyoka, and a look of disgust from Himari.
"No thanks!" Himari replies.
Unfazed by her refusal, Fubuki kneels, grabbing her thigh with both hands.
"Oh?" Fubuki's eyes flash with surprise and curiosity. "Your muscles are much more developed than I expected. I'm assuming you're responsible for this?" she asks Cain, who nods in confirmation. "Impressive. You've turned my greatest shame into someone somewhat worthy—" She stops mid-sentence when she senses a surge of killing intent directed at her.
"Watch it." Cain's tone is ice-cold. "I don't give a fuck if you're her mother. Talk about her like that again, and I promise you won't like what happens next."
Instead of being upset by Cain's threat, Fubuki stretches her lips into a predatory grin, a surge of bloodlust emanating from her.
"You know, if you keep talking to me like that..." She steps closer to Cain, her face inches from his, her impressive bust pressing against his chest. "I might end up falling for you."
Well then...
He certainly wasn't expecting that, but he wasn't complaining if that happened.
Himari's rage contorts her features at her mother's comment, and she instantly positions herself in front of Fubuki.
"Back off," Himari growls, her voice filled with barely contained fury and possessiveness. "You know what? Fucking it! I'll be at the fucking banquet!" She points a finger at Fubuki. "You and the others better be ready to have your asses handed to you."
A flash of amusement appears in Fubuki's eyes as she responds mockingly, "Is that so, daughter? Then I look forward to seeing what you can do..." She begins to leave but adds, "And I look forward to watching you fail, like you always have." With that, she departs, leaving an incredibly pissed-off Himari, Kyoka, and Cain behind.
"Cain..." Himari's expression is flat, but he can feel her rage, and she speaks in a cold whisper.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to need you to amp up my training."
"Already way ahead of you."
[With Fubuki]
As soon as Fubuki returns home, she immediately reports what occurred to the current head of the Azumas.
"So the disappointment will participate, huh?" the clan head asks, amusement flickering across her face.
Despite her advanced age, the clan head looks like a young teenage girl, with short dark hair styled into two braids, golden eyes, fair skin, and a slender form.
To enhance her youthful appearance, she wears a sailor-style schoolgirl uniform and a headband.
This woman is Tobera Azuma, the head of the Azuma family and Fubuki's mother.
Fubuki nods slightly in confirmation. "Yes, Mother."
"It seems she's gained an ego boost from defeating Yachiho in the inter-unit matches," says a young, bespectacled woman with a stoic expression.
This woman is Maia Azuma, the older sister of Himari and Yachiho.
Maia shares features with Himari and Yachiho, possessing long, dark sea-green hair, striking golden eyes, unblemished fair skin, and a slender yet curvaceous figure.
She's currently wearing the standard ADC uniform.
The young woman beside her scoffs, clearly unimpressed. "Defeated Yachiho? Bitch, please! If it weren't for that man, she'd have gotten her ass kicked like always," she sneers, her disdain evident in her tone. "I can't wait to put the little bitch back where she belongs: beneath me." Her lips stretch into a predatory grin at the thought.
This woman is Homare Azuma, a member of the branch family.
Homare sports the typical Azuma colors and features, with the exception that the front side of her hair is gray. The front of her hair is styled into bangs, while the back is tied into four spikes.
She's currently wearing the ADC uniform, though it's open, revealing a black leather bra and much of her flesh. She's also wearing a white eye patch over her right eye.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Fubuki interjects, earning a frown from Homare. "That man has been training her, and the results have been...fruitful."
This revelation earns curious looks from Tobera and surprised ones from Maia and Homare.
"Is that so?" Tobera's expression becomes contemplative. "That changes things. With his guidance, Himari will undoubtedly grow in strength, but will it be enough? That remains to be seen."
End.
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