Kevin almost fell on top of Lilian. He placed forearms on either side of Lilian’s head to keep from squashing her. His chest and shoulders heaved as he sucked in deep breaths. Below him, Lilian’s dazed green eyes stared at nothing and everything at the same time.
“B-Beloved…”
“I love you.”
Lilian blinked. Then she smiled. “I love you, too.”
Having caught his second wind, Kevin moved so he could close Lilian’s legs.
“Iris is likely gonna be too drunk to make it up here. You know what that means, right?” he asked.
“I can take a guess,” Lilian said with a hum.
He grabbed her shorts, his fingers hooking into her panties at the same time. Kevin smiled at Lilian, who raised her hips off the bed, allowing him to slide her shorts and undergarments down her legs. She raised her left foot, and then her right, stepping out of the last articles of clothing she’d been wearing.
Throwing her clothes away and divesting himself of his own clothing, Kevin situated himself between her legs, looking down at his mate, the girl to whom he had entrusted his heart to.
He smiled at her. “It means that tonight I am all yours.”
***
The following scene has been deleted for X-rated content. If you want something more explicit, then go read a hentai.
***
Justin knew that he was in trouble the moment he opened a line of communication between himself and Commander Paine.
“What do you mean you let them enter Kuroneko’s territory?!”
Standing at attention in a small room composed entirely of white, Justin stared at the monitor, which displayed the snarling visage of Commander Paine.
“I mean just what I said. Kevin Swift and Lilian and Iris Pnevma have made contact with Kuroneko of the Four Saints,” Justin reported.
Commander Paine growled at him. “And you didn’t think to stop them?!”
Justin knew he shouldn’t, but upon hearing the commander’s vicious growl, he smiled. “Now, Commander, don’t you remember what your orders were? It was to tail Kevin, Lilian, and Iris to see who they made contact with, then work with the local marines to destroy the cell they made contact with.”
“That was assuming they made contact with a small cell, not one of the Four Saints!”
“I apologize, sir, but my orders were quite clear in this matter.”
Commander Paine looked ready to burst a blood vessel. His entire face turned puce. Justin merely kept up his smile. He knew it was wrong to display such insolence. Before meeting Kevin and the others, he would have never contemplated such a thing. Now, pissing off people who were too uptight for their own good was one of his favorite pastimes.
“You’re getting more insolent by the day, boy. Do not forget that I am the only reason you weren’t tossed aside.”
“On the contrary, Commander, I have followed your orders to the letter. I also know that you’re the only reason I’m still alive today. It’s the reason I always do as you order me to, no matter what that order is.”
A staring contest went on between the two. Justin kept the smile on his face, while Commander Paine narrowed his eyes, as if trying to determine the sincerity in Justin’s words. After a moment, the commander leaned back. The contest was over.
“Very well. I’ll let you do things your way… for now. However, know this, if you let Kevin Swift and his…. companions escape from you again, there will be retribution.”
Justin snapped off a respectful salute. “Understood, sir.”
The screen went blank. Justin left the room, passing the guards who threw him a salute. He ignored them and walked down the hall.
He was staying at the naval base in San Diego. Otherwise known as the 32nd Street Naval Station, the San Diego Naval Base was the largest base of the US Navy. As the principal homeport of the Pacific Fleet, the base consisted of ships and had over 120 tenant commands. It was composed of thirteen piers that stretched over 977 acres of land and 326 acres of water. Its total population was about 20,000 military personnel and 6,000 civilians.
He walked up to a door that opened with a hiss. The room he stepped into was long but not very wide. A large table sat in the center, while several workstations were situated against the wall.
The soldiers inside of the room snapped off a salute—all except one.
Gunther Gustav, a grizzled man with a worn look and ice blue eyes glared at him. Decked in full army regalia, the marine captain appeared ready to storm a fortress. Pistols were holstered against his thighs, a Colt CM901 was slung across his shoulders, and a bandolier filled with ammo and grenades had been strapped to his back.
“At ease, gentlemen,” Justin said to the officers who’d shown him respect. He then smiled at Gunther. It was a very mocking smile. “Gunther, there’s no need to look so uptight. Come, have a seat, take a load off. Nobody likes a douchenozzle.”
Gunther merely glared at him for the insult. “We were told to assist you on your mission, but don’t expect us to be all buddy-buddy just because the United States has decided to ally themselves with a group of terrorists.”
Justin could have done many things. He could have laid this man flat for the insult. He could have gotten upset, thrown himself into a vengeful rage, and showed Gunther why no one messed with him. Most people probably would have done just that, in fact, but not him.
Instead, he smiled widely, like a child experiencing the first joys of watching Sunday morning cartoons.
“Why, yes. We are a terrorist organization. I’m so glad you noticed!” His lips peeled back into a grin when Gunther’s eyes widened. “Are you surprised? You really shouldn’t be. I’m perfectly aware of what the Sons and Daughters of Humanity really are.”
“Hmph. At least you understand that, unlike your commander.” Gunther crossed his arms and grunted.
Justin shrugged. “Commander Paine has his own reasons for thinking the way he does. In any case, that is not something we should be talking about right now.”
Walking over to the command table, Justin stopped, spun around, and looked at everyone there. Aside from Gunther, there were quite a few military personnel present. Gunther just held the highest position within the naval base.
“Our only concern right now is launching an attack on Kuroneko’s group,” Justin informed them.
“I take it you have a plan?” Gunther stated more than asked.
Hiding his grin, Justin gave the man a nod. “I do, but before we can even think about initiating it, we need more intelligence. Set up our eyes in the sky to monitor Kuroneko’s group.”
“We can’t do that,” Gunther said with a shake of his head.
Justin actually blinked as his momentum was halted by those words. “What? Why not?”
“Because Kuroneko has done something to defeat our satellites. Whenever we try to observe Los Angeles, all we get are static images,” Gunther said.
“So, you’re saying we can’t use satellites to spy on them?” asked Justin.
“Yes.”
“Well, so much for that plan.” Justin stroked his chin at this new information, then slowly nodded to himself. “I guess we’ll be doing things the old-fashioned way. Get your two best infiltration operatives down here now. We’ll have them infiltrate Los Angeles and spy on Kuroneko and her allies from up close.”
A soldier working at the communication station saluted. “Yes, sir!”
Justin leaned against the table, crossed his arms, and began the waiting game that all soldiers learned how to play. He wanted to sigh, but since he was in front of so many military bigwigs, all he did was frown.
It was going to be a long wait.
CHAPTER 5
SAINT BYAKKO
Kevin woke up the next morning with not one but two bodies pressed against him.
He was lying on his side. Judging from the red hair filling his vision, Lilian was the one cuddled into his chest. He could also tell it was her from the shape of her body. While Iris and Lilian ap
peared almost identical, Kevin could feel the slight difference. Lilian’s breasts were a little perkier, while Iris’s chest was a little larger and fuller.
The person behind me must be Iris, Kevin thought, though a frown marred his face. The person behind him felt quite large. Her breasts were bigger than he remembered Iris’s being, and she just seemed larger in general. What’s more, the hand resting on his hip was massive. It almost engulfed his entire hip!
This person was not Iris. That thought passed through his head like a bolt of lightning, causing a chill to suddenly run down his spine.
Turning his head, Kevin wondered which emotion he should be feeling. Shocked? Terrified? Resigned? All three?
“You…!”
“Good morning, Honey,” Hina greeted him in a sleepy, yet somehow loving murmur.
It was all kinds of “what the fuck?!”
In a situation like this, Kevin did the only thing he could think of.
“GYYYAAAAA!!!”
He screamed.
Then he leapt out of the bed. Lilian squawked as she tumbled off the bed and onto the floor. Kevin, in his haste to leave the room, never realized that his legs had become tangled in the bedsheets—until it was too late.
More screaming ensued as Kevin fell face-first into Lilian’s boobs. Her bare breasts pressed against his face. In spite of her now splitting headache, Lilian mistook Kevin’s accident as a sign that he wanted to have sex first thing in the morning. She tenderly held his face to her chest, giggling as his muffled shouts tickled her bosoms.
“Oh, Beloved. If you wanted wake-up sex, you should have just asked me.”
Kevin tried to tell Lilian that she needed to let go of him. He needed to escape from that kijo!
“Mmph!”
“Yes, yes. Don’t worry about a thing. I’m a little sore from last night, but I’m ready to go another round if you are.”
That wasn’t what he’d said at all!
“Mph! Mmmph! Mmmphmmm!”
“I love you, too, Beloved.”
Why wasn’t she listening to him?!
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing to my honey?!”
Lilian froze. Kevin thought he actually felt her skin turn cold. He shivered against her, even as the redhead pulled him closer into her chest. He would have liked to enjoy this position, but he couldn’t breathe, so having his face in Lilian’s cleavage wasn’t as pleasant as it could have been. In fact, it wasn’t very pleasant at all.
“You! What are you doing in our bed?!” Lilian asked, all but snarling as she saw the kijo.
“Your bed?! Hoe, this is my bed!”
“Yeah? Well… Beloved and I were using it!”
What the heck was Lilian doing? Did she want this kijo to kill them?
“And who gave you permission to use it?!”
“No one! If you didn’t want us using your bed, you should have put up a sign that said not available for use!”
Kevin screamed at Lilian to stop. He tried telling her to let go. However, she and the kijo were in full swing now, and he was running out of breath. Spots were appearing before his eyes. If she didn’t let go soon, then he really might suffocate!
The door suddenly burst open and a figure walked in. Kevin didn’t know who they were, because all he could see was Lilian’s red hair and large chest, but he could still hear them.
“What is going on in here?”
That was Kuroneko’s voice! Did that mean he was saved?
“This woman is trying to steal my honey,” Hina said. Kevin would have liked to tell her that he was not, nor would he ever be, her honey, but with his mouth being smothered by Lilian’s tits, telling her anything was difficult.
“Your honey?” Lilian didn’t sound pleased. Not at all. “You’re clearly delusional! Kevin is my beloved! My mate! He isn’t your anything, you old hag!”
“What did you just call me?!”
“I called you an old hag!”
“I am not old! I’m only 263 years old!”
“Ha! I’m only 161! Careful, granny! Your boobs might start sagging if you get any older!”
“Why you little…!”
Their voices grew fainter. Kevin wanted to listen in, but everything sounded indistinct, thick, like he was listening to them from a great distance. Darkness splotched his vision, encroaching around him with insidious intent. Kevin tried to fight, but it was no use. He was spent. This was it. The end. He was done for. A goner.
Kevin’s last thoughts were of his mom.
He really hoped she was okay.
***
“It seems nothing is ever boring with you around, kiddo.”
Kevin wanted to dispute Kuroneko’s claim, but after what had happened this morning, he didn’t think he could. Seriously, how many people have what happened to him happen to them? Kevin couldn’t name a single person—outside of anime characters—who had these issues.
I’m starting to sympathize with those harem protagonists. They really have it tough.
Kevin glared at Kuroneko as the three of them walked down the stairs. “You should have told us where we would be sleeping. This wouldn’t have happened if you’d done that.”
“I was going to tell you last night, but you disappeared before I could,” Kuroneko said.
“That’s because you were drunk!” Kevin snapped, then groaned, then buried his face in his hands. “Because of you I… I…” he trailed off, shuddering. He didn’t even want to complete that sentence.
Lilian rubbed his back. “Don’t worry, Kevin. I won’t let that nasty kijo lay a finger on you.”
“You really don’t like her, do you?” Kuroneko stated as much as asked.
“Of course not. She’s just some minor character who probably won’t even have a single scene after this chapter. Yet she wants to be in my beloved’s harem? I think not,” Lilian huffed to show her displeasure.
“I don’t have a harem,” Kevin snapped. “Wait. Why are you even saying that? I thought we agreed there would be no harem?”
“We did,” Lilian admitted, shrugging. “But just because we agreed that you won’t have a harem doesn’t mean it won’t still happen. That’s not up to us, you know.”
Very true. I’m glad you understand that.
“However, if the author decides to make your harem too big, then I’ll make sure he never procreates again.”
Eep!
Kevin could only groan. “Lilian, please stop talking. You’re giving me a headache.”
Lilian pouted a bit, but she still complied—or so Kevin thought at first.
“Hawa.”
“Don’t use your mom’s catchphrase either!”
Kuroneko snorted as they entered the first floor. “You two really are a riot.”
The first floor was covered in maids. They were everywhere: lying on the floor, on the tables, on the counter. Kevin couldn’t turn his head without seeing at least two passed out maids cuddling with each other like lovers. Many of these maids were also in various states of undress. He didn’t know what happened down here, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
In the center of this maidenly flesh was Iris. She was naked. Absolutely naked. Lying with her back on the table, spread eagle, snoring away without a care in the world. A snot bubble expanded from her nose, showing Kevin just how deep the vixen’s sleep was.
“Just… what the heck did Iris do last night?” he asked.
Lilian glanced at her fraternal twin, sighed, and shook her head. “I don’t know, but I’m actually feeling a bit ashamed to call her my sister right now.”
He nodded. “Good. That’s how it should be.”
Kuroneko ignored the disturbed duo and clapped her hands. “All right, girls! It’s time to wake up and start the day! Get this place and yourselves cleaned up!”
The maids groaned as they were woken by their boss’s shouting. They sat up, yawning and stretching before climbing to their feet. Several winced, holding their heads, clearly suffering from a hangover. Wh
ile they weren’t at their best, all of the maids still went to work, cleaning up the alcohol bottles, trash, and toilet paper that littered the floor.
Kevin didn’t ask what the toilet paper had been used for. He didn’t want to know.
Only Iris remained asleep. She continued dozing, her breasts bouncing with each inhale. While the sight was enticing, and he couldn’t deny that Iris was sexy even when she was wasted, drooling, and sprawled out like a hobo, Kevin could only facepalm at the sight.
“Lilian?”
“Leave it to me!”
Humming to herself, Lilian went to the back room. She came back several seconds with a bucket of cold water. Then she proceeded to dump the entire bucket onto her sister.
“What the fuck?!” a groggy but now wide-awake Iris shrieked. She bolted upright, coughing and sputtering. Her head twisted around, at least until her hangover hit her. Then she stumbled to her feet and bolted out of the room.
“What was that about?” Lilian wondered.
“She’s probably going to the bathroom,” Kuroneko said and, as if to prove her point, the sounds of someone retching echoed from the doorway Iris ran through. “Anyway, why don’t you two sit with me? We’ll have some breakfast while I explain what’s going to happen today.”
Since they didn’t have any other idea, Kevin and Lilian agreed. They sat down with Kuroneko, who educated the two on their plans that day.
***
Jack and Jill were brother and sister.
They were also named after a children’s story, but that was beside the point.
Jack and Jill belonged to the Navy SEALs. They were experts at covert missions regarding surveillance and reconnaissance. Because of their nondescript appearance, blending into a crowd and becoming completely unobtrusive was a simple matter for them.
Their mission that day involved tailing a pair of yōkai and a single human boy. Kevin Swift. Blond hair. Blue eyes. Athletic build. Excellent hand-to-hand combatant. Dual-wields handguns. Lilian Pnevma. Celestial Kitsune. Two Tails. Red Hair. Green eyes. Excels at using illusions. Has a bad habit of ripping off anime names for her techniques. Iris Pnevma. Void Kitsune. Two tails. Black hair. Red eyes. Uses mostly illusions. Can’t control the Void very well but has extremely powerful attacks.
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