In the year 2012, life was relatively predictable in some ways.  There were things that could be expected to occur here and there in one's day-to-day life.  Things like going to school, paying bills, being stuck in traffic, attending group events and outings, going to the doctor's office or getting a routine cleaning at the dentist, etc.  The everyday humdrum of daily life had a sort of comfortable (if somewhat boring) monotony to it all.

Then came the Nova.

Mysterious gigantic beings (most of them the size of multi-story buildings) who seemed to phase through some kind of wormhole or means of teleportation from another dimension, the Nova arrived with no warning whatsoever.  And just as quickly as they arrived, they casted their judgement upon mankind, resulting in frighteningly high body counts in the process.  In the first few days of their arrival, millions of human lives were snuffed out of existence.  The Nova tended to appear near major population centers around the globe, staying nearby and attacking cities before eventually detonating with the destructive force equivalent to that of modern nuclear weapons.

Within a year, more than a third of the human race had been wiped out by the Nova.

The world's mightiest nations were helpless to stop the Nova onslaught.  The most technologically advanced armies could do practically nothing to defeat this unknown entity that had decided to wipe out the human race upon its arrival.  Even nuclear weapons and the most powerful of explosive devices could barely leave more than a dent in the Nova, due to a forcefield the Nova could project that could intercept whatever missiles or projectiles that were thrown their way.  Given that this forcefield could freeze anything that was within the Nova's immediate vicinity, the term "freezing" started being used to describe it.

For a time, it truly felt as if it were the "End of Days," "Armageddon," "Judgement Day," or whatever other term was used to signify the end of the human species and life as mankind knew it.  To many, it appeared as though God was casting judgement via the Nova upon mankind for past sins and transgressions.  It seemed as though all hope was lost.

Then came a savior.

Whereas those within the Christian faith believed that the savior would be Jesus Christ, under these circumstances, it turned out to be a woman in the end, one who had long blonde hair going down past her waistline, a supermodel's figure, a generous bustline, goddess-like beauty, slitted golden-colored eyes...and who stood more than twelve feet in height as well.

Her name was Maria Lancelot, and she appeared to be the only person on the planet who was capable of fighting off and defeating the Nova.  She could move at speeds that were beyond human comprehension.  When she fought, her movements couldn't be tracked with the naked eye.  From what military analysts could make of it, her range of movement was akin to that of most fighter jets, ranging anywhere between Mach 3 and Mach 5.

For a time, there appeared to be hope for the human race.  Maria Lancelot became revered as a living goddess, given that she was the only force on the planet that could go toe-to-toe with the Nova.  What was odd about her was that nobody knew where she hailed from, or frankly anything about her in general.  It was as if she had appeared out of the blue to save mankind from its annihilation.

Maria was a quiet, reserved woman.  She rarely spoke and didn't interact with people in general.  Her demeanor came off as regal with an air of mystery about her.  Whenever people happened to see her, most fell to their knees before her, several of them in worship and praising her with thanks.  Her reaction was largely muted and somewhat indifferent to it all; she appeared to neither bask in their praise nor belittle or mock them for doing so.  She simply watched over them like a stoic guardian - a shepherd tending to her flock as it were.

Of course, Maria was only one woman, and she couldn't be everywhere on the planet at once.  The Nova would pop in and out of dimensional wormholes all over the world.  So while Maria might have been dealing with a Nova incursion in North America or Western Europe, there could be another attack happening somewhere in South America, China, India, Africa, Australia, or anywhere else on the planet.  It was turning into a planetwide game of "whack-a-mole," with Maria serving as the mallet and the Nova acting like the moles popping in and out all over the world.  As mighty as she was, she simply couldn't keep up with the rate of attrition with which the Nova were attacking the planet.

Then along came Gengo Aoi, a man who became quite possibly the most powerful man in the world, at least in the political sense.

Gengo Aoi was already a man with power and status even before the Nova threat materialized.  Having an IQ of more than 200, he was one of the smartest men on the planet.  A man dedicated to science and human advancement, Gengo Aoi made discoveries and inventions with clockwork-like speed, whether in the fields of biology, chemistry, physics, quantum mechanics, robotics, computational processing, and virtually anything else that fell under the umbrella of the scientific field.  By the time he was out of highschool, Gengo had already made a name (and a sizable fortune) for himself with numerous scientific breakthroughs.  By the age of twenty, he had become a multi-billionaire, with a fortune that was rapidly growing by leaps and bounds.  His face was all over magazines in both the realm of scientific advancement as well as politics and culture.  Gengo Aoi was becoming something of a kingmaker on the global scene, with more wealth and influence than most men could even wrap their minds around.  When the Nova threat arrived, Gengo Aoi was practically a de facto emperor, with more money, power, and clout than anybody else on the planet.

So it was that the world's most powerful man ended up getting paired with the world's most powerful woman (assuming she was completely human) to team up and overcome the greatest threat which the human race was facing in its history.  As if it were a fairy tale with fate as the main theme, Gengo Aoi met Maria Lancelot, the two fell in love, and they ended up working towards a common goal: Defeat the Nova threat and save the human race from annihilation.  The sight of the two of them was certainly something to behold - a genius inventor, scientist, and powerbroker paired with a breathtakingly beautiful amazon/demigoddess who was more than twice his height.

Being the genius that he was, Gengo Aoi immediately decided to address the problem regarding manpower.  For while Maria was powerful, she couldn't be everywhere at once.  So to remedy that conundrum, Gengo needed to replicate what made Maria Lancelot stand out among all others and gave her the ability to fight off the Nova.  In private conversations between the two of them, she enlightened Gengo with one word: Stigmata.

Gengo knew right off the bat that Maria was not human, or at least not entirely human anyway.  While her physical form was that of an attractive, towering human female, her biology was something almost otherworldly in a way.  She appeared to be somewhere in between on the spectrum between homo sapien and Nova - more than the first, but not quite completely of the second.  Gengo was in awe of her overall capabilities in what she represented, along with falling in love with her for who she was as well.  While others looked at Maria with a mix of confusion and fear (given what she was capable of), Gengo simply saw her as a goddess to revere and love, with the hopes that she would return the love he held for her in kind.

From Gengo's perspective, he could only hope that she saw him as her equal, worthy of her affection.  While he could never hope to match her in raw power (or size, given that he was no higher than her crotch), he was hopeful that his intellect, drive, and creative thinking could make up the difference for him where size fell short.  From what he could tell in their time together, Maria seemed to enjoy his company.  He was the only man she conversed with beyond a sentence  in dialogue, and she would at times crack a smile when they were alone together.  While Gengo wasn't necessarily something of an optimist in his overall worldview, he found his heart feeling lighter whenever he was alone with Maria.

Perhaps that is simply how it feels when someone is truly in love.  Gengo Aoi never gave matters of romance much thought, but now that he had found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he found himself re-examining matters of the heart, companionship, and genuine affection the more he spent time with Maria.

But we got a little off topic on matters of romance now, haven't we?  Where were we earlier?  Oh yes, stigmata.

From what Gengo learned on Maria's body (after getting intimate with it enough times when the two of them were alone in bed), she possessed an object which she referred to as "stigmata," which gave her the extraordinary abilities she possessed to help fight against the Nova.  It was essentially the keystone behind it all:  Her speed, her strength, her endurance, her regenerative capabilities...it all rested upon stigmata.  It was the sole reason why she could do what no other individual was capable of when it came to defeating Nova.

"Can it be replicated and transplanted to others?" Gengo asked her.

"Yes," replied Maria, "but only to females.  It is simply incompatible with males."

"That's fine," said Gengo, "we have plenty of women on this planet, and given the severity of this threat, I doubt we'll run out of volunteers to help combat this problem we face.  Can your stigmata be copied?"

"It will take time, but I believe so," answered Maria.  "With enough time, you can create an army of women to help save your world and your people.  I will show you how."

So it was that with Gengo's frightening level of genius, he was able to learn the fine minutiae of the stigmata and begin to replicate them in the coming days.  It was certainly a tall order to create something which humanity had practically no knowledge of up to that point, but if there was one thing that Gengo didn't have to worry about, it was the necessary resources.

Given the fate of mankind and civilization was on the table, the world's most powerful nations, mightiest militaries, and wealthiest corporations were only too eager to give Gengo Aoi whatever it was he required.  Money, raw materials, laboratory facilities, personnel, clearances...whatever he required, he was given with practically no resistance whatsoever.  When the fate of the world is at stake, bureaucratic red tape gets reduced to ashes rather quickly.

So it was in the years to come that an army was formed among numerous women from across the world to combat the Nova threat.  With Maria's help in grafting stigmata to these female warriors-to-be, as well as training them to be able to fight against the Nova, a fighting force was formed that grew in number...along with overall size.

For you see, there was a side effect of grafting stigmata onto a woman:  Enlarged size.

As it turned out, when a stigmata was introduced to a human female's body, the power output it generated caused rapid growth over time.  It was a sort of second puberty of sorts, to keep it simplified.  Given that Maria herself was the tallest person on the planet up to that point, it wasn't too farfetched to consider that women who became like her in fighting capability would also end up being like her in terms of size.  After enough studies and long-term examinations of what happened when a human female had stigmata inserted into her body, the jury was in on the end result.

When a woman has stigmata transplanted into her very being, she doubles in height when the process finishes, usually within the span of a few hours (twenty four at most).  The procedure is painful, but once it is over, a human female becomes something...more.  Strength, speed, endurance, agility, pain tolerance - virtually every facet of physical limitation to the human body becomes lessened for women once stigmata are introduced to their forms.  They become something akin to demigods (or demigoddesses might be more accurate) in overall physical power.

Of course, with only women being able to be compatible with stigmata, it had a more broader, long-term implication for the power dynamic between men and women from that point on.  Since only females could hope to successfully fight off the Nova, they had become the more powerful sex practically overnight.

Thousands of years of human evolution and society had been flipped upside down when it came to gender relations.  Thanks to the Nova threat, women were now the dominant sex on the planet, many of them in positions of power and authority in numerous fields across the world.  Be it in politics, business, schooling, industry, or any other broad facet of day-to-day life, women were now the superior sex.  To put it bluntly, the phrase "It's a woman's world." was now an absolute truth.

As fantastical and unrealistic as it would sound, a substantial percentage of Earth's human female population had grown into towering beauties over their male counterparts.  At first the percentage was small, but over time, one percent of women everywhere were now anywhere within the nine-foot-high range all the way up to twelve feet in height.  Then 1% became 2%, then 3%, then 5%, then 10%, then more and more.

With so many women turning into towering amazons (or mini-giantesses as some liked to term them), societies across the world had to make drastic changes practically overnight to accommodate a world with much larger women in it now.  Larger housing facilities, larger clothing, larger meals, larger furniture, larger bathing facilities, larger transportation services, larger personal accessories (cell phones, jewelry, shoes, etc.) - damn near larger everything for a proportion of the female population which was now an absolute necessity when it came to protecting civilization and the human species from the Nova threat.

Of course, some cultures and civilizations were adamantly against the idea of female empowerment when it came to enlarging women to fight against the Nova.  It was a sad truth, but whether it was in the developed world or the developing world, there would always be men who simply couldn't accept the idea of women becoming superior to them.  Biological supremacy was something that males tended to pride themselves over between the sexes.  "Men are stronger than women, so naturally men should be in charge," as many men would say.  Now that the opposite was starting to come true, there were men across the world who were vehemently against the idea of female empowerment through size enlargement.

Never mind that women were necessary to fight against the Nova threat, if the choice was between human extinction and having to acknowledge that more and more women were becoming stronger (via enlargement) than men over time, then some men would sadly choose the first option.

Of course, given that Gengo Aoi had more clout and de facto power than the rest of the world combined, the rantings and displeasure of such individuals were cast into the wastebasket.  It was his genius, his research, his facilities, his planning, his damn near EVERYTHING that humanity needed in order to continue surviving.  The Nova threat had created a sort of new world order.  While Gengo wasn't so arrogant as to place a crown upon his head and declare himself emperor of planet Earth, he wasn't above letting everybody else know who held the lion's share of power globally.  If the rest of the world was going to become a stubborn mule and fight the course of progress and human evolution, then Gengo would deny them the protection he was offering against the Nova whenever they showed up next time.  Fortunately, saner minds won the day and silenced the naysayers from throwing a wrench in the works.

"I like to think of myself as something of a benevolent dictator," was Gengo's response when questioned on such matters.  "I will do everything in my power to protect the human species from this threat; but if you're going to become difficult with me, then I will leave you to the mercy of the Nova.  See if their hospitality is any better than mine."

Needless to say, the rest of the world fell in line soon enough.  So long as Gengo Aoi had the means of fending off the Nova, then the governments and corporate juggernauts of the world would know their place relative to him.  And to be fair, as far as de facto dictators went, Gengo WAS generally benevolent in how he managed things.  As long as you gave him what he wanted when he asked for it, you were okay.  Otherwise, you were on your own and left to fend for yourself.

Now onto another topic, specifically the matter of these female supersoldiers who had arisen as a result of the Nova threat.

For starters, what to call them?

"Pandora," was Gengo's answer.  "I've found the story to be somewhat charming in a way.  A young woman who opens up the box and unleashes chaos and disaster upon the world, though what remains in the box is hope.  It seems somewhat fitting, in my opinion.  Here we are opening Pandora's Box by turning young women into supersoldiers who could theoretically bring the world to its knees if there are enough of them, which there are now.  Yet through them, there is hope for the future as well, at least regarding the existential threat in which the Nova serve as.  Think of it as a double sword if you like:  We need the Pandora to protect ourselves from the Nova, yet there is also the fear that they could do whatever they like to the rest of us, given their enlarged size and physical capabilities, and we would be completely at their mercy. The Pandora are our saviors and guardians, yet many of us fear them because of what they are capable of.  If you ask me, men should get over such fears and perceived inadequacies and learn to live alongside them.  The Pandora are here to stay, so the male specimen of the human race should make peace with that reality and adjust his worldview accordingly."

With the creation of the Pandora came also the birth of Genetics University, a school designed to help Pandora train to combat the Nova threat.  Within a few years, facilities were built all over the world.  Over a hundred branches of Genetics University had sprung up, most of them located throughout parts of North America, Europe, and East Asia.

The universities were created with Pandora in mind, so everything had to be built to their scale.  Everything - classrooms, bathrooms, dormitories, dining halls, dressing rooms, gymnasiums, auditoriums, water fountains, walkways, you name it - had to be built to accommodate women who ranged anywhere in height from ten feet tall to twelve feet tall.  It was certainly a surreal experience for the construction crews having to build all of these structures which were far larger than anything they could use.

Imagine telling a carpenter he had to build a chair or a bedframe for someone more than ten feet in height.  Back in the day, he probably would tell you to get your head examined.  And now, such people...correction, such women were now becoming more and more commonplace throughout the world.  As the years marched on, the Pandora were transitioning from something of a rarity to becoming somewhat uncommon to being a fairly regular occurrence.  Everyday life had to factor in the existence of women who had doubled their height after becoming Pandora, and the world had to adjust accordingly.

In the span of a decade after the first Nova incursion, the number of Pandora went from thousands to tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands, and then millions.

The world was now chock full of women who towered over men.  It was the most "slap in the face" way of letting men know that more and more women were physically superior to them, which in turn reset the world order.  Year after year, it was becoming less of a man's world and more of a woman's world - especially when the average woman could kick the strongest man's ass without breaking a sweat.

For Pandora who finished their education and training and graduated from a Genetics facility, there was the option to move on to become a member of the group known as "Chevalier" - a supranational organization solely dedicated to fighting the Nova.  Another project of Gengo Aoi's, Chevalier was a group whose authority was the highest on the planet.  No country in the world - Russia, China, the United Kingdom, even the United States - could hope to match Chevalier in outright military might.  After all, the Nova were too powerful for the world's militaries, and the Pandora were the only fighting force that could match or defeat the Nova.  That made the Pandora far superior to all the tanks, helicopters, aircraft carriers, fighter jets, and foot soldiers that any nation could afford to throw at them.

Of course, given the circumstances of the situation, one should ask themselves a question regarding potential conflict with Chevalier:  Why would any country wage war with the one entity that protects the human race from outright extermination?

One could respond to that question with another question: "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?"

Translation: Who watches the watchmen?

It was a fair academic/philosophical point to make.  For if the Nova no longer posed a threat to humanity, would the Pandora still serve as benevolent guardians?  Would they abuse their powers and make slaves of the rest of mankind, looking down on them figuratively as well as literally?  It is an interesting hypothetical scenario to entertain, sure enough.

Having factored that into the equation, under the present circumstances, as things stood, the Pandora, Genetics University, and Chevalier were STILL mankind's best hope at survival in facing the juggernaut that was the Nova threat.  Without them, the human race would be hopelessly outmatched and exterminated by the Nova within the span of a few years.  So while there was always the fear of what would happen if Chevalier went rogue and dedicated itself to world domination, it was still for the time considered the lesser evil when compared to the Nova.

While Gengo Aoi was content with the creation of an all-female fighting force (given his somewhat playboy-like propensity to prefer the company of women over men), it was Maria who surprised him when she insisted that there be male counterparts to assist Pandora in fighting the Nova.

"If your species is to truly evolve, to march into the future together as equals, then both male and female should fight alongside each other," she told Gengo.

"But how?" Gengo replied.  "Men are incompatible with stigmata.  There is simply no observable reaction to be found among male specimens."

"I will help you make that otherwise," responded Maria, "I will assist you in your research so as to make males useful partners for females in combat.  It won't be exactly the same, but males will serve a purpose in helping to combat the Nova."

So it was that in the years following the creation of the Pandora, Genetics, and Chevalier that another creation was birthed by Gengo Aoi with the assistance of Maria Lancelot.  In time, with the proper genetic manipulation, the stigmata could indeed be grafted onto human males and give them a particularly unique ability to aid Pandora in combating the Nova.

When a compatible human male has a stigmata successfully grafted with his body, he becomes capable of producing a sort of ground-based forcefield similar to that of the Nova.  Given that this forcefield was similar to that produced by the Nova, it was also referred to as "freezing," though there was a key difference between a human male's freezing and a Nova's freezing.  Whereas the Nova's freezing was designed to freeze in place any incoming threats, be they projectiles or enemy combatants, a human male's freezing was designed to negate a Nova's freezing in order to allow free movement for Pandora to successfully engage in combat and defeat the Nova.  Some males were even able to use their freezing fields to actually hold the Nova into place, assuming the compatibility rate between human males and their stigmata was high enough.

As for what to call these stigmatic males who fought alongside Pandora, Gengo came up with a new term:  Limiter.

"Think about it," he elaborated.  "They use their freezing fields to help slow and entrap the Nova.  They place limitations on their opponents so as to give the Pandora an opening and strike accordingly.  I find it a fitting term."

And so was birthed the fighting group known as Limiters who fought alongside Pandora to help turn back the Nova threat.  However, while the two fought alongside one another in battling the Nova, there were some key differences between the two.

For starters, though human males could be compatible with stigmata, the percentage of men on the planet who were highly compatible with stigmata was much lower compared to the percentage of women on the planet.  Whereas around half of women on the planet were compatible with stigmata and able to become Pandora, only around 5% of the world's men were compatible with stigmata by comparison.  This left the man/woman ratio at Genetics facilities and within Chevalier to be heavy female dominant as a result.

The other significant difference was that while while women who became Pandora ended up doubling in height and having greatly improved physical capabilities, men who became limiters had little or no changes in their overall physical features.  Upon closer examination, there were mild increases in height found among some Limiters, but only by one or two inches at most (there was some speculation as whether this was just a miniscule amplification of male puberty brought about by stigmata, but further study would be required to confirm or deny this theory).  So while Pandoras ranged anywhere between ten and twelve feet in height, Limiters still retained their same overall size, most being somewhere between five-and-a-half to six feet tall.  That simply served as a reminder of the massive size differential between Pandoras and Limiters, and their respective roles for each other, given that difference.  Limiters were expected to show Pandoras the utmost respect, given that they were the guardians protecting humanity (and that they could kick the living crap of them being around twice their height).  In turn, Pandoras were expected to be gentle and considerate of Limiters given the gap in raw physical power that existed between them.  If a Pandora physically attacked a Limiter, she was expected to have a damn good reason for doing so (under grounds of self-defense or something urgent), otherwise harsh punishment could be expected as a result.

And so in the era of the Nova threat, humanity found itself in a position that was as awkward as it was interesting.  It served as just one more reminder of the power disparity between the sexes, with Pandora towering over their Limiter companions during their times at Genetics schools and throughout Chevalier.  In the initial years of it all, it was rather surreal for the Limiters to walk among the presence of women who had a solid five feet or more in height over them.  There was the occasional awkward moment of standing too close to one another, giving Limiters an opportunity to look underneath a Pandora's skirt (given how short the skirts on Pandora school uniforms tended to be).  But aside from moments like that, there grew a sort of understanding between both groups:  The Pandoras were the "big sisters" who were to be revered and respected among their smaller male counterparts, while the Limiters were the "little brothers" who were to be handled delicately and protected (with their occasional "needs" being met by their female counterparts from time to time).

The first Nova incursion happened back in 2012.  Fast forward decades later.  Humanity and civilization still exist, though the Nova still pose a danger.  In that time period, there have been several Pandora across the globe, numbering in the millions, all of them fighting against the Nova threat in order to protect the human race, with their Limiter counterparts fighting alongside them.  The year is now 2065, and there have been nine episodes since the Nova first arrived to begin their assault on humanity, dubbed "Nova Clashes."  

Gengo Aoi is now an old man, though still fit for his age and keeping his mental sharpness after all these years.  He has stepped away from the public spotlight for the most part, only making a debut whenever something of significance regarding advancements in Chevalier or Genetics makes itself known.  The day-to-day functions of life within Chevalier or the various branches of Genetics has been passed down to younger generations.  The struggle against the Nova still continues, though there is hope for the human race at present.  While the arrival of the Nova during each Nova Clash is always of the highest concern, the number and quality of the Pandora who stand at the ready provides some degree of relief, giving the human race hope that there is still a future for mankind and civilization.

It is at this time that the story now shifts to another man, little more than a boy at this point.  While he is young and still learning much, both about himself and the world in which he was born into, there is great promise in his future.  His name is Kazuya Aoi, and he is both the grandson of Gengo Aoi and a Limiter, making his way to the Genetics University, Japanese Western Branch - or "West Genetics" for short.  As a newly inducted Limiter, Kazuya Aoi is entering a world of schooling in the presence of women who tower over him and outnumber him greatly.  Little does he know just how much his life is going to be bombarded with said women in the days and weeks to come.

The year is 2065.  Mankind is in a perpetual state of war against the otherworldly entities dubbed "Nova."  It is a war that has spanned more than half a century and shows no signs of ending anytime soon.  Though the Nova threat has been kept in check by the forces of Chevalier - the Pandora in particular - the enemy still shows itself every few years in one of the so-called "Nova Clashes."  Up to this point, there have been nine Nova Clashes, resulting in substantial losses to both sides.  While more than a hundred of the Nova have been eradicated up to this point, thousands of Pandoras, their fellow Limiters, and supporting military personnel have also died throughout the conflict.  

It has been a war of attrition in which mankind finds itself forever locked in a defensive position, for while the Nova come to Earth to wage war against the human species, humans in turn have yet to venture into the world in which the Nova come from and retaliate in kind.  It was difficult enough having to keep the Nova at bay and prevent as much human casualties as possible.  Even as powerful as Genetics and Chevalier were, they simply didn't have the resources to spare to mount an offensive against the Nova, even if they did have the means to venture into the Nova home world (which currently, they did not possess).

Even so, with all the hardships the Nova have presented mankind over the last few decades, there is still some degree of hope for the future among the human race.  Civilization still stands, and though the Nova had extracted a heavy cost from mankind in terms of human casualties during the first few years of their arrival, the introduction of the Pandora, Limiters, Genetics, and Chevalier have done much to curb the initial damage wrought by the Nova.  Though the lives lost in the Nova Clashes could never be completely replaced, the sacrifices made by those who fought against the Nova have given civilization a fighting chance.  People continued to go about their day-to-day lives, while ranks were replenished among both Pandora and Limiters to prepare for the next Nova Clash, whenever it was to occur.

That brings us to one Kazuya Aoi, the grandson of Gengo Aoi, the genius inventor and scientist who had helped create Genetics, Chevalier, Pandora, and Limiters.  Given his family name, much pressure had been placed upon Kazuya, and perhaps somewhat unfairly at that.  For though he was born into the Aoi name, he never desired to become a Limiter or to take part in mankind's fight against the Nova.  But while he didn't desire the life of a Limiter, he wasn't so selfish as to turn away from a sense of duty, especially with the fate of the human race on the line.

Therefore, with some initial reluctance and at the behest of his family, Kazuya Aoi agreed to become a Limiter and enroll at Genetics Academy's West Japanese Branch, or "West Genetics" as it came to be known.  While he was unsure as to whether or not he could execute his duties as a Limiter to the satisfaction of others, he would give it his all, whether he succeeded or not.

In the words of George Patton, "If a man does his best, what else is there?"

So it was on a bright sunny day that Kazuya awaited for his transportation to come fetch him and bring him in for his first day at West Genetics.  Wearing the standard school uniform they gave to Limiters (a tan-colored dress-down long-sleeve suit shirt with white undershirt, blue tie, dark blue khakis, and black dress shoes), Kazuya waited outside the tarmac of the Chevalier military station waiting for his ride to come pick him up.  After a half hour or so of waiting, his ride had shown up.

A rather massive black VTOL had descended upon the runway, bearing the Genetics logo upon its fuselage.  While it ejected its landing gear out, the machine still kept its propeller blades spinning and its engine running.  This was going to be one of those "drop and go" sort of sorties, or more accurately one of those "pickup and go" in this case, since Kazuya was to get aboard his escort the moment it touched down.  At least, that's what the staff told him what was to happen upon its arrival.  Not wanting to upset the pilots, Kazuya made his way towards the aircraft, carrying a suitcase with all of his personal belongings as he hurried on towards the VTOL.

As one of the side doors slid open, Kazuya was greeted by a sight that always managed to take his breath away, no matter how many times he had witnessed the same thing happening over and over again.  Behind the door and within the VTOL was a woman, a Pandora more specifically, and so therefore a woman who towered over Kazuya by several feet, and with a stunning figure that would give any man pause upon taking in the sight of such a beauty.

She had short brown hair (with a strand of it tied up with a white ribbon on the right side of the girl's face), a light complexion on her flawless skin, a cute button nose, luscious lips, pronounced cheekbones, and a slim but healthy figure (bordering on that of a supermodel).  Her eyes had a slit appearance to the point of looking closed, similar to that of a cartoon fox in comparison  She wore a purple-colored long-sleeved school uniform, which was styled with a vertical white striped pattern and had the "Genetics" logo on the shoulders.  The upper portion of the uniform was covered in a white, blouse-like design, with a low collar around the neck and ending just above the bustline, which Kazuya couldn't help but notice was rather pronounced on this girl.  In the center of her bosom, just below the white fabric was a simple blue ribbon laced in a bow-tie design.

‘If she were a normal-sized woman, she'd probably be either a C-cup or D-cup if I had to guess,' thought Kazuya as he caught a quick peek of this girl's bosom just underneath the fabric of her uniform.  Of course, measuring a Pandora's bra size by human standards was not exactly an easy transitional process.  In this case, if the bra cup size chart of a non-Pandora human female was used, this girl would probably be the equivalent of an F-cup or bigger.

The skirt on the uniform was rather short as well, ending rather high up on the girl's thighs.  Kazuya figured the hem of the skirtline probably ended literally just past the girl's crotch, which would make it all too easy to get a quick peek at whatever panties she was wearing.  Past the skirt were very well defined feminine thighs and sleek legs, covered in white thigh-high socks that looked as if they were practically painted on.  There were a few inches of exposed skin between the edge of the skirt and the upper hemline of the socks, revealing smooth, light colored skin to Kazuya.  As for shoes, the Pandora wore black, low-heeled women's dress shoes, though while the heels were low by her standards, they were probably somewhere between two and three inches by non-Pandora standards.

‘This girl is really a knockout in the looks department,' thought Kazuya as he took in the sight of this young lady.

"Kazuya Aoi, correct?" said the girl as she looked down upon him, her demeanor rather cheerful and welcoming, given her facial expression and tone of voice.

"U-umm, yeah, that's correct," replied Kazuya as he stared up at this towering beauty that stood before him.  She responded with a smile before continuing.

"It's so good to finally meet you," beamed the brown-haired beauty.  "If you'll follow me, please."  The girl noticed Kazuya's suitcase at his side and quickly made a move before he had time to react.

"Here, allow me," she said as she lifted the suitcase with the greatest of ease.

"Oh, that's okay, there's no need to do so, Miss," replied Kazuya, surprised at how willingly this girl was carrying his own luggage.

"Really, it's no bother whatsoever," replied the Pandora.  Given the circumstances, she was probably being bluntly honest.  After all, for someone who was somewhere between ten feet and eleven feet in height (at least in Kazuya's educated guesswork), a standard human suitcase would weigh very little if anything from a Pandora's perspective, even if it were completely packed full.

"Now then, if you'll please follow me aboard, we can proceed accordingly," said the girl with a smile as she made her way back onto the VTOL, beckoning Kazuya to follow her.  He proceeded to do so a moment later, shaking his head to get out of the stupor of staring at this girl's natural beauty and refinement.

After each of them took their seat (which Kazuya noticed that there were specially modified seats for Pandora to sit comfortably in) and strapped their seatbelts on, the pilot was given the go-ahead to proceed with takeoff and transport the two of them to West Genetics.  The Pandora placed Kazuya's luggage off to the side, then proceeded to smooth out her skirt and crossed one leg over the other, which Kazuya couldn't help but blush a little at how gracious and sexy she could make a simple movement of one limb over another appear.

‘Do all Pandora have supermodel bodies and make everything they do so damn sexy and alluring?' thought Kazuya.

"Now for formal introductions," began the Pandora.  "I'm Chiffon Fairchild, third year at West Genetics and Student Council President."  She finished with that irresistibly cute smile of hers.

"Umm, hello there ma'am," replied Kazuya as he tried his darndest to make his blush go away.  He couldn't help but be flustered at just how cute AND hot this girl was in her appearance and demeanor.  Apparently, Chiffon picked up on his reaction pretty quick, given her response.

"Is something troubling you?" she asked in the friendliest of voices as she leaned in towards him.

"Uh, n-no ma'am," answered Kazuya.

"That's good to hear," replied Chiffon, "and please, there's no need for the "ma'am" title.  I'd rather you just refer to me by my name, if that's alright with you."

"Really?" asked a somewhat skeptical Kazuya.  "Wouldn't you want to be referred to by something like "Madam President" or at least something like "Miss Chiffon" or "Miss Fairchild"?"

"While it's sweet of you to be so considerate of such things, there's no need for formalities between us.  You can simply call me Chiffon, whether in public or in private," explained Chiffon.

"Um, okay then, Miss Chi-  I mean, Chiffon," replied Kazuya.

"Glad to hear it," beamed Chiffon.  "Now then, since you are an incoming freshman student at West Genetics, what say I give you the rundown on the day-to-day operations at the school during the trip over?  Figure it would help kill time during the flight."

"Sure, that sounds fine," replied Kazuya.

And so, during the flight, the West Genetics student council president gave a brief explanation of the everyday operations at the school.  She told Kazuya what to expect on campus both in and out of the classroom, and informed him to be mindful of his surroundings.

"Given that girls who become Pandora essentially double in height, you'll want to be aware of their presence when you're making your way about campus.  Of course, the same is expected of them.  Pandora are explicitly forbidden to attack Limiters, with the only exception being if their lives are in immediate danger, and they need to have airtight proof when making such a claim of self-defense," explained Chiffon.

"I'm honestly surprised to hear of such a thing," replied Kazuya.  "A Limiter would have to be either brave or suicidal to make a move against a Pandora, given the size difference between the two."

"True enough," Chiffon commented in agreement, "though there has been the occasional episode of bullying between Pandora and Limiters over the years.  As you can imagine, it tends to be pretty one-sided, with the Pandora using their size to their advantage to intimidate and push around Limiters into submission.  But again, such incidents are generally rare, and most Pandora keep a protective eye on Limiters, on the off chance a schoolyard bully decides to throw her weight around the boys, especially the freshmen."

"I guess bullies will be with us no matter where we go in life.  Why would a Genetics campus be any different?" thought Kazuya out loud.

"Please don't worry yourself over such things," replied Chiffon.  "As student council president, it's my job to make sure that order is maintained at West Genetics, and you'll be under close watch from many of the Pandora during your stay here, so you shouldn't have anything to worry about when it comes to bullies."

"I appreciate the reassurance, Chiffon," said Kazuya, "but I'm hoping that I won't be watched all the time while I'm at West Genetics.  I'd rather not feel as though my classmates are also my wardens, so to speak."

"Oh heavens no," replied Chiffon with mild alarm, "you shouldn't feel as though you're a prisoner at West Genetics.  When I say that other Pandora will be keeping an eye on you, I merely mean that it will be for your own physical well-being.  Please don't feel as though they are keeping you captive or anything along those lines.  And on the off chance that one of them comes off as too possessive or domineering around you, please just inform either myself or one of the staff and the matter will be resolved right away."

"I appreciate that, Miss Chiffon," replied Kazuya.

"Please, just Chiffon."

"I'll try to remember that, Miss," said Kazuya.  "It's just a little awkward being so informal when we've only just met.  I'll try to be mindful of that sort of thing."

"It's perfectly fine, Kazuya.  I know that it'll take some time, but I hope you consider me somebody you can confide in during your time at West Genetics.  Now, are you familiar with how things work out when pairing up between Pandoras and Limiters?"

"I've gotten the abridged version of how things work, so to speak."

"Well then, how about I give you the basic rundown then?  You're an incoming Limiter, so it's best you familiarize yourself with the inner workings of pairing up."

That took the conversation onto the finer points of how Pandora and Limiters teamed up on the battlefield.  Simply put, the Pandora were the offensive troops who engaged in combat with the Nova, using both their "Volt Weapons," which they deployed as if out of thin air, along with their ability to move at very rapid speeds, which was dubbed "Acceleration."  Both volt weapons and acceleration were granted as a result of being implanted with stigmata, the very item that turned ordinary females into Pandora.

Limiters were the backup troops who assisted their Pandora in a support role, utilizing their "Freezing" fields to help incapacitate the Nova while the Pandora assaulted them.  A Limiter's freezing both negated a Nova's freezing (allowing Pandora to move at high speeds in battle) and overpowered a Nova by holding them in place, which kept them from rapidly teleporting from place to place, as they were known to do regularly in combat.

"As for the focal point that pairs up Pandora with Limiters, it all has to do with what we call the "Ereinbar Set."  It's essentially the keystone behind the whole Pandora-Limiter relationship," explained Chiffon.

"Ereinbar what now?" asked Kazuya with confusion evident in his voice.

"Ereinbar Set," repeated Chiffon.  "It's when what we call a "Baptism" occurs between a Pandora and a Limiter.  Once that is initiated, both Pandora and Limiter share all five senses from that point on, giving them a greater rate of synchronization in the field of combat.  I suppose you could think of it as a kind of merger between both partners, which allows for more effective combat support capabilities.  When a Pandora is paired up with her Limiter after a baptism, it makes both of them more in sync with one another.  Everything that is felt is shared between the two of them: Sight, smell, hearing, touch, and taste.  The two become as one, more figuratively speaking than literally.  That being said, the act of baptism and the creation of an Ereinbar Set makes all the difference when in the heat of battle.  Pandora who pair up with a Limiter are far more effective in combat once they've set up an Ereinbar, as opposed to Pandora who fight alone without undergoing a baptism."

"Are these baptisms and Ereinbar Sets common among Pandora and Limiters?" replied Kazuya.

"Indeed they are," answered Chiffon.  "While some Pandora don't initiate a baptism for different reasons, the vast majority of Pandora choose to undergo it, for more than one reason.  The most obvious one of course is that it does make a world of difference when fighting against the Nova.  A Pandora's combat abilities are far more effective once she is paired up to a Limiter, and the same is said for Limiters as well.  Of course, there are the more personal reasons for engaging in a baptism as well."  She finished that last sentence with a blush on her cheeks.

"Such as?" inquired Kazuya.

"Well..." began Chiffon, her tone of voice taking a more sensual variety, "when a Pandora and Limiter join together in baptism, they usually form close, intimate bonds in the process.  Some will keep things professional, as if they are simply comrades in arms.  Others, however, will become more emotionally attached to one another as a result of baptism.  It's not uncommon for Pandora and Limiters who are paired together to end up dating one another...even marrying each other as the years pass.  I've heard plenty of stories where Pandora and Limiters who spent their formative years fighting alongside one another get engaged and married after they graduate from Genetics.  Most Pandora end up staying close with their Limiters during their time at Genetics, and even beyond.  Those who graduate and decide to continue their service with Chevalier end up remaining together, either married or staying as regular lovers."

"Huh..." muttered Kazuya, "I didn't know that Pandora and Limiters stay so close to each other, even after their term of service ends at Genetics.  Wouldn't the higher-ups at Chevalier look down upon that sort of thing?"

"I can see why you would consider that," answered Chiffon, "and perhaps the more traditionally-minded military brass would agree with you on that assumption.  However, Dr. Gengo Aoi insisted that it was beneficial for Pandora and Limiters to bond together, as such a relationship tends to strengthen their fighting capabilities over time.  In his opinion, those whose hearts are bonded together tend to fight more adamantly for one another, giving their all in order to keep their partner safe and alive.  It's a view that many among Chevalier tend to agree with.  So while the military big-wigs might grumble at the notion of romantic fraternization between Pandora and Limiter, they allow it if it ends up getting results in the fight against the Nova, which it does."

"I see..." replied Kazuya.  While the logic was somewhat understandable, he couldn't help but bristly inwardly upon hearing the name of his grandfather.  While he didn't outright hate the man, the two of them were not on the best of terms.  Kazuya had always been withdrawn and hesitant to open up to Gengo Aoi.  Even if they were family, Kazuya simply couldn't relax whenever in the presence of his grandfather.  In fact, when Gengo announced to Kazuya his intention to have his grandson enroll at a Genetics facility, Kazuya was initially against the offer.  He didn't want much to do with the old man, and certainly didn't want people thinking that he was deserving of special treatment simply because of his last name.

As far as Kazuya was concerned, if he was going to develop any kind of reputation among his peers at Genetics, it would be through his own hard work and effort, and not simply because he was Gengo Aoi's grandson.  He detested the very idea of using nepotism to get ahead in life.  While it may have seemed an outdated concept to some, getting by on one's own merits was something that Kazuya still believed in.

"In any case," resumed Chiffon, "you'll learn more about baptism and pairing up with Pandora once we've arrived at campus.  I'll escort you to the office of our school's headmistress, Sister Margaret.  She's expecting your arrival, and I'm sure she'll be glad to see you."

"I appreciate that," replied Kazuya.  "It's very considerate of you to be taking time out of your schedule to personally welcome the arrival of one incoming freshman.  I don't want to have to put you out and take up too much of your time, as I'm sure you're rather busy, given your position."

"Please, think nothing of it," Chiffon chimed in response.  "If you have any questions or concerns during your stay at West Genetics, you need only ask me or one of the staff for assistance.  As student council president, I see it as my duty to set a good example and assist where possible.  Such is the role of leadership."

The rest of the flight was pleasant enough, with occasional small talk occurring in order to help kill time during the flight.  In less than an hour from take off, the passengers aboard were notified that they were in West Genetics airspace over the intercom.  Moments later, the VTOL had engaged its landing gear and came to a rest on the tarmac within the West Genetics grounds.

As the bay doors opened, Kazuya and Chiffon made their way out of the aircraft.  Kazuya was about to grab his luggage, but once again Chiffon beat him to it and lifted it up with one hand as if it weighed nothing.

"That really isn't necessary," said Kazuya.  "I don't want you to feel like you have to carry my luggage on my behalf like some kind of servant."  Chiffon giggled in response.

"It's really no bother, Kazuya," she said in that perky, upbeat tone of voice she had.  "Pandora have enhanced physical strength compared to the average man or woman, so carrying something like a packed suitcase is practically childsplay.  So please don't concern yourself over such things, sweet as it is for you to do so."

Chiffon proceeded to lead Kazuya off the tarmac and towards the main campus buildings of West Genetics.  As he followed behind her, Kazuya couldn't help but blush at how graceful her movements were as she walked directly in front of him.  Given that she was basically twice his height, Kazuya's eyesight was level with Chiffon's crotch area, which put her rear end directly in his field of view as he followed behind her.  If he didn't know better, he could have sworn that Chiffon positioned herself directly in front of him so that her ass would essentially be right in his face, especially with the way her hips had ever so subtly swayed from side to side as she walked, giving him a teasing peak at just what lay underneath her skirt.

‘Is she teasing me?' thought Kazuya with a slightly flustered look on his face as he fought a blush that was appearing once more, given how warm his cheeks were feeling.  ‘I swear it's like she's being almost downright flirty with her body language.  Is she being playful right now or is she just naive to this sort of thing?'

"Not much further now," commented Chiffon as they made their way closer to the main campus grounds.  "Am I moving too quickly by chance?  Do you need me to slow my pace?"  Chiffon turned her head so that she was looking over her shoulder and down at Kazuya.

"N-no, Miss Chiffon," replied Kazuya, quickly averting his eyes from her waistline, maintaining eye contact with her.  "I'm fine at my current pace.  No need to slow down on my account."

"Nice view, isn't it," Chiffon smirked.  Kazuya simply blinked in response.

‘Is she referring to what I think she's referring to?' thought Kazuya, wondering if she saw him taking a quick glance and if he was busted.

"The campus I mean," elaborated Chiffon.  "I like to think that the scenery is rather pleasant, at least for a Genetics-owned property anyway.  While Chevalier tends to have somewhat Spartan accommodations at many of their facilities, they'll at least try to make Genetics campuses presentable.  While this is technically a military facility, the staff and higher-ups at Chevalier try to make it appear at least somewhat like a secondary school for incoming Pandora and Limiters."

"Oh, um...yeah it's uh...pretty scenic," replied Kazuya, "especially the sakura trees they have around here."  One of the creature comforts that always put Kazuya at ease was the sight of sakura petals gently flowing in the breeze.

"I know right," declared Chiffon with her usual upbeat candor.  "I just love the sight and smell of cherry blossoms on campus.  It brings me a sense of peace.  The sight of things in bloom really gives vibrancy to life, you know?"

"Yeah, it does," said Kazuya in calm agreement.  Chiffon picked up on this and was genuinely glad that the incoming freshman was starting to relax somewhat upon his arrival.  As the pair of them made their way towards the campus, Kazuya took in the sights before him.  It was impressive enough to see the size of the campus buildings before him.  If he had to wager, the scale of the rooms throughout the buildings were probably a solid fifteen feet in height, give or take a few inches.  The very size of several of the buildings put Kazuya in a subdued state of awe; many of them were a good fifty feet or more in height by human standards.  Of course, such a thing was to be expected, given the occupants who toured the campus grounds.

More than the buildings, what really caught Kazuya's attention was the sight of the Pandora walking the campus grounds.  Like Chiffon, most of them wore the same Genetics school uniform - purple colored with thin white stripes in a vertical pattern, long sleeves, short skirts, and white-colored leggings.  Apparently, Genetics facilities implemented a rather uniform dress code among the student body.  While he didn't spot many Limiters as he walked the campus grounds, among the few that he did see wore the same uniform that was issued to him.

As for the sight of the Pandora, Kazuya couldn't help but marvel at the sight of them.  Though Pandora had been around for decades now, being in their presence was something that Kazuya never found boring or mundane.  These women were huge.  Their heights tended to range between ten feet and eleven feet, with a few here and there either over eleven feet or just a few inches under ten feet.  Their figures were generally in line with Chiffon's - sculpted, seductive, sexy...need more be said?  Pronounced bosoms, plump rear ends, long legs, alluring physiques, these women were pretty much the peak of the human female specimen in her prime.  Their bodies were essentially a hybridization between supermodel and supersoldier, which given that there was a war going on between humans and Nova, the latter of the two was certainly needed (though the former was certainly appreciated).  They had just the right combination of muscle mixed with a healthy portion of body fat to make them look pretty much perfect when it came to their proportions, with curves in all the right places.

‘Good lord,' thought Kazuya as he took in the sight of all the Pandora he passed.  ‘Are all Pandora supermodels or something?  I can only imagine how many guys would be getting a raging hard-on at the sight of these ladies.'

While the two of them walked, Kazuya couldn't help but notice that several of the Pandora they passed were giving him a smile here or a wink there, as if they were saying through their body language, "Hey there, cutie."  Their facial expressions and body language had an almost ‘come hither' type of messaging, which Kazuya could have sworn was being directed at him.

"My my my," stated Chiffon, "you're becoming quite the attraction now, aren't you?"  The tone in her voice was apparent enough that she was rather amused at how things were going so far regarding the incoming freshman.  Feeling a little embarrassed from the teasing he was getting, Kazuya decided to change the subject as the two of them kept walking.

"I've noticed something since we've gotten here," he began.

"And what is that, Kazuya?" asked Chiffon as she turned her gaze towards them while they walked.

"Well, I've seen a good amount of Pandora already on campus, but not so many Limiters by comparison.  Do you happen to know the ratio of Pandora to Limiter here at West Genetics, by chance?" Kazuya inquired.

"Interesting question you pose, Mr. Aoi," replied Chiffon with a smile.  "While I don't have an exact ratio off the top of my head, the rough estimate here at West Genetics is that for every one Limiter here, there are at least ten Pandora."

"P-Pandora outnumber Limiters by ten to one?" said Kazuya with wide eyes as he came to a standstill.

"I believe that is the case as it currently stands," answered Chiffon.  "Most likely that ratio is relatively uniform among Genetics facilities across the planet.  Some might vary slightly.  Maybe nine-to-one at one facility, twelve-to-one at another, etc.  Though the underlying principle is the same everywhere in the world:  Pandora vastly outnumber Limiters no matter which Genetics campus we're talking about."

"That's a handy piece of information to have," replied Kazuya, still knocked back by the realization of being in a place where the women not only towered over him, but outnumbered him significantly as well.  More and more, the saying "It's a woman's world" appeared to grow increasingly more and more true, at least where things regarding Pandora and Limiters were concerned.

"I hope being in the company of so many women doesn't concern you, Kazuya," said Chiffon with mild worry in her voice.  "Given the compatibility rate of stigmata between male and female, it's a simple truth that there are far more Pandora than there are Limiters.  After all, even with the latest medical advances over the last few years, the percentage of males who are stigmata-compatible is only around five percent of all men on the planet, whereas the percentage of women who can become Pandora is around half of all women in the world.  So given those circumstances, it's only natural that females would vastly outnumber males throughout both Genetics and Chevalier."

"I guess I'm just appreciating the difference between hearing those ratios and witnessing them play out in front of me," Kazuya responded.  "And no, I'm not worried or frightened by such a thing, Chiffon.  It's just kind of...I don't know...otherworldly to see such a thing played out before one's eyes is all.  Takes a little adjustment, that's all."

"I understand," said Chiffon with that cute little grin of hers.  "I imagine I'd feel a little out of place too if I were surrounded by mainly the opposite sex, not to mention the discrepancy in size to boot.  Of course, being surrounded by women who tower over you might seem a bit intimidating, but like I told you on the trip over here, you don't need to worry over that sort of thing.  Pandora are taught to be very cognizant of their Limiter companions and to mind their strength relative to their male counterparts.  After all, like the old saying goes, "With great power comes great responsibility."  So I hope that you'll ease into your time here at West Genetics and not fret over being in the presence of so many big girls.  And in case any of them give you a hard time, you need only contact me and I'll handle it right away."

Chiffon's tone of voice was rather calming.  Even though she and Kazuya had only met an hour or so ago, she was acting as friendly and amicable as could be.

‘If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's already acting like my guardian angel, and we've just met,' thought Kazuya as he stared up at this towering beauty.

"I appreciate the offer, Chiffon," replied Kazuya with a smile as he looked up at Chiffon in turn.  "I'll contact you if any problems pop up or if I have a question regarding something here.  Anyway, shall we be off?  I'd like to get acquainted with Sister Margaret and get settled in as soon as possible."

With that, the two of them continued their trek towards the administrative building, with Chiffon still carrying Kazuya's suitcase the whole time.  Though he offered once more to take it off her hands, she insisted that it was no trouble whatsoever.  Apparently, the student council president had a nurturing streak that bordered on smothering when it came to providing assistance, though Kazuya didn't really have anything against such treatment.  

As the pair of them neared the office building, they were greeted by two other individuals, both of them Pandora.  Like Chiffon (and pretty much ALL Pandora), they had striking figures.  One of them wore a school uniform just like Chiffon's, and appeared to be around the same age as her.  She had long hair that went down to the middle of her back, its color was dark purple bordering on black, with side bangs that ended just below the ear.  Her eye color was brown, her complexion light-skinned like Chiffon's, and her demeanor friendly and welcoming (also like Chiffon).  Kazuya assumed that she was most likely a close friend of Chiffon's, a fellow classmate who was probably in the same year as Chiffon.

As for the other Pandora, she was one that Kazuya was already familiar with.  She was a few years older, in her early twenties.  She too had long hair and side bangs, though her hair color was dark blue, some of it was tied back with a dark-red ribbon, and her bangs went down past her neck.  Unlike the Pandora Kazuya saw up till now, she also wore a slightly different uniform.  While it was the same general Genetics school uniform that Pandora wore, hers was colored a light blue, and in place of a short skirt was a long dress skirt that went all the way down to the middle of her shins, with white frilly edges adorning the rim of the skirt.  She wore dark brown pantyhose that hugged her legs in all the right places, and wore formal dress shoes with a mid-length heel (around three to four inches, if she were a normal sized woman).

One other feature that stood out on the second woman was that her bosom was far more pronounced compared to most other Pandora which Kazuya had met.  While the vast majority of Pandora which Kazuya had seen up until now had rather healthy and generous bosoms (most of them ranging between a C-cup and D-cup if they were normal-sized women), this woman's bosom stood out more than most others by comparison.  If she were a normal-sized woman, her breast size would be somewhere in the E-cup range, maybe even F-cup range.  And that was if she was a normal sized woman, not the towering eleven-foot-tall beauty that she was, so from Kazuya's perspective, her breasts were downright HUGE, and standing out quite spectacularly in the blouse covering that hugged them oh so tightly.

Once Kazuya and Chiffon had made their way to meet the other two Pandora, the second of the new pair looked down at Kazuya with a loving smile, kneeling down as she held out her arms in a gesture of embrace, signalling Kazuya to come in and give her a hug.  He did so more than willingly, wrapping his arms around the older Pandora's neck.  She in turn wrapped her arms completely around his torso, holding him in an embrace that was both powerful, yet lovingly nurturing at the same time.  Kazuya couldn't help but notice that the woman's bosom was pressing into Kazuya's torso with a lot of pressure, so after a good ten seconds or so, he broke off the hug and stood back once more, lest he start getting the makings of an erection from such close contact, much as he enjoyed it.

The older Pandora stood upright once more and looked lovingly down at Kazuya before opening her mouth.

"Welcome to West Genetics, Little Brother," she beamed with joy.  Kazuya returned the smile with one of his own, with just as much bliss on his face as the older Pandora had on hers.

"Hello, Kazuha," replied Kazuya.  "It's good to see you again, Big Sis."

Kazuya Aoi didn't have much when it came to family, so what little family he DID have he cherished closely...most of them anyway..

During his earliest years of recollection, he couldn't put a face to either his mother or his father.  When he inquired as to what happened to either of them, he was simply told "They died," by the few remaining relatives he did have.  When he pressed further on when, how, or why they died, Kazuya was simply given silence or told to "let it go" in response.  Out of the few family members he had left, it was his grandfather who was the most adamant about not giving Kazuya so much as a hint as to what exactly became of them.

‘Did they actually abandon me?' thought Kazuya in moments of curious pondering.  ‘Did they simply want nothing to do with me and gave me up to another relative?  I wonder, did either of them love me at all?  And if they are in fact dead, why won't anyone tell me anything about it?  Don't I have a right to know?  Even Kazuha is dead silent on that topic, no matter how much I ask and beg her.  It's like she knows something and wants to tell me, but she simply cannot bring herself to do it.  I can tell it's as frustrating for her as it is for me, but that doesn't make me any less driven or curious on finding out what became of them.'

As far as other members of Kazuya's family went, there were only three others who he had developed close relations with, be they good or bad.

There was his paternal grandfather, Gengo Aoi, the patriarch of the Aoi clan and arguably the most powerful man on the planet, at least when it came to pulling political strings and making the wheels of commerce run smoothly.  While Kazuya didn't outright despise Gengo, he also didn't like how the man operated.  To Gengo, life was a sort of chess game where he felt the need to be several moves ahead of everybody else.  Every action served a purpose as a methodical, carefully-timed move in which Gengo's potential rivals and adversaries had to be kept in check.  It was a worldview which made him think analytically, to the point of being almost machine-like.  Such a mindset made Gengo withdrawn from having any meaningful and intimate relationships with virtually everyone he came into contact with, even members of his own family.

It was that type of cold calculus which Gengo carried that made Kazuya keep his distance from the old man.  He could only hope that he'd never grow up to become as jaded and manipulative as his grandfather was.

Then there was Kazuya's cousin, Ouka Honda (who was practically the spitting image of Kazuya's older sister in the looks department, just a few years younger).  A lovely young woman who was Kazuya's mother's niece (at least that was what Kazuya was told), Ouka doted on Kazuya, even calling him "Big Brother" since he was technically older than her, though the difference in age between them was less than a year.  Ouka had a borderline protective streak towards Kazuya during their childhood years, following after him as much as possible.  At first, Kazuya couldn't tell if it was simple childhood adoration or something more intimate in which Ouka was pursuing when it came to Kazuya.  But by the time he had reached his double-digit years, Kazuya was cognizant enough to tell what Ouka's endgame was, especially when she told him straight up once they both hit the age of ten.

"I'm going to marry you, Big Brother!" declared Ouka.

"W-what?!" replied a flustered Kazuya upon hearing such a declaration.

"You heard me, I said that I'm going to marry you one day, Kazuya," Ouka reaffirmed with no hesitation.  "You and I will be husband and wife and we'll live happily ever after, together forever."

"B-but Ouka," explained Kazuya, "you and I are cousins."

"And?" replied Ouka.  Clearly, inter-family relationships didn't bother her in the slightest.

"Marriage between cousins or siblings is prohibited in most if not all places around the world.  Not to mention that it's highly frowned upon."

"I don't care about that sort of thing," replied Ouka.  "I'm in love with you and I want us to be together forever.  Besides, Grandpa basically runs the world.  The laws could be whatever he wants them to be, and I doubt anybody would challenge him on that, given that he's the head of Chevalier and Genetics.  So if Grandpa said that us being together was okay, then there's nothing anybody else in the world could do to stop that."

"Ouka," replied Kazuya as he theorized a way to talk her out of her fantasy, "try to think this out a bit, okay?  I doubt that Grandpa would simply say it was okay for us to get married, and besides, I'm sure this is some little crush you'll grow out of over time.  It's sweet that you think of me in such a way, but I don't feel the same way about you.  To me, you're more like a little sister, and I DO care about you, just not in the same way that I would a girlfriend, you know?  Please understand, I..."  Before he could get another word in, Kazuya was cut off by his cousin.

"This is NO little crush, Kazuya," declared Ouka.  "I'm in love with you, and I'm going to keep on being in love with you, understand?  Maybe you don't see me the way I see you, but in time, I'm going to change all of that.  Before long, I'll make you see me as a girlfriend, and soon after that as a wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, yatta yatta and all that.  And I'm not taking no for an answer, you hear me?  And besides..."  Ouka finished with a smirk.

"Besides what?" asked Kazuya with a cocked eyebrow.

"You may SAY that family being in love with each other is wrong, but that would ruin your plans of getting together with Big Sis Kazuha now, wouldn't it?"  Ouka's voice had a very teasing tone upon this declaration.  She was rewarded for her teasing with a blush from Kazuya.

"W-what are you talking about, Ouka?" said a flustered Kazuya.

"Oh come on," came Ouka with a quick retort, "I've seen the way you look at Kazuha, especially when you think she's not looking.  And for the record, sometimes she has seen you glancing at her.  She's told me before."

"T-that's a lie," said Kazuya trying to regain his composure.  

"No it's not," replied Ouka, "she's told me more than once about all the times you looked at her and blushed really badly.  She knows about the times you've looked at her with stars in your eyes, and now I know too."

At this point, young Kazuya was at a loss for words.  Given that he did indeed look at his older sister with a deep sense of longing and romantic desire, it was hard for him to deny such feelings, especially in front of Ouka, given how adamant and upfront she tended to be in her behavior.  Even if society frowned upon inter-family relations, Kazuya simply couldn't help but admire and long for Kazuha's presence and embrace.  Since she was his main caretaker and so nurturing to him throughout his infancy and early childhood, Kazuya couldn't help but crush really hard for Kazuha.  What started out as a case of "puppy love" soon enough morphed into early childhood romance, and while Kazuya was aware that society frowned upon all things regarding incest, he simply couldn't deny what his heart yearned for.

After all, while the brain managed matters of logic and reason, the heart controlled matters of desire and happiness.

(And yes, we're speaking of the figurative heart, not the blood-pumping organ which is central to the body's circulatory system).

"Look," continued Ouka, "for what it's worth, I really don't care about that sort of thing."

"What are you talking about?" replied Kazuya.

"You and Kazuha," elaborated Ouka, "You like her, and she likes you too.  If she doesn't like you back the way you like her, then I'm sure she will in time.  You two have been close your whole lives.  And I'll be there to help move things along between the two of you.  Then we can all live together as one big happy family forever and ever."  Ouka finished her grand plan with a rather confident smile.

While Kazuya once more elaborated that what Ouka was suggesting was a mix of both incest and bigamy, Ouka merely responded once again that society's standards for love were worth less than nothing in her eyes.That and given that their grandfather was the number one de facto power player in the world, he could basically stand before the mightiest nations in the world and declare one simple statement:  "Whatever I say, goes."

"I won't push any further on the matter," said Ouka, "but just know that I'm not giving up on you, Big Brother.  I AM going to marry you one day, and we ARE going to be one big, happy family.  Even if I have to share you with Big Sis Kazuha or any other girl out there, you and I WILL be husband and wife one day, I can promise you that."

Kazuya could only hope that his cousin was wrong on that topic.  While he treasured Ouka in the strongest sense when it came to family, he wasn't sure as to whether or not he could look at her as a lover, let alone as a wife.

Then there was Kazuha.

While Kazuya was reluctant to admit it to anybody (especially his cousin Ouka), he did indeed carry a torch for his big sister.  Given that he couldn't recall anything regarding his parents, Kazuya only had Kazuha to rely on during his formative days of infancy and early childhood.  She was his guardian and protector.  She nurtured him and cared for him, as something of a mix between an older sister and that of a mother.  The number of times she had held him close to her, nuzzling his head against her bosom (which had grown remarkably once she had hit puberty) were among Kazuya's fondest memories of spending time with her.

That being said, Kazuya still felt some sense of guilt or shame over having such feelings towards his older sister.  Having learned enough on the topic of incest, Kazuya couldn't help but feel a bit dirty over having affection that went beyond the bounds of family kinship.  In his early years, he wondered if Kazuha was aware of the way he felt about her.  If she was, she didn't seem to show worry or disgust over the concept.  She always had that comforting smile and that warm, inviting presence about her whenever she and Kazuya were together.  If Kazuya didn't know any better, he could have sworn that the look on her face said something along the lines of "It's okay," or "I'm not mad at you or ashamed of you."  While he never straight up said to Kazuha how he felt about her, he couldn't help but wonder if she had already pieced together Kazuya's feelings for her, given how much time the two of them spent together.

Kazuya had an inkling that his big sister was aware of how he felt about her, especially during the time of the 8th Nova Clash.

The year was 2061.  Reports indicated that there was a high likelihood that the Nova were going to appear somewhere in the region of the Bering Strait, most likely within the American state of Alaska.  Pandora from around the world had been assembled to prepare for combat with the enemy.  Among them was Kazuha Aoi, a member of the squad referred to as the "Numbers," a select unit of Pandora who stood out among most others at the time.

The Numbers totalled four Pandora altogether, considered from among the best of the best, the cream of the crop.  They were (1) Yu-Mi Kim, 3rd-year Pandora from South Korea (also team leader of the unit), (2) Elize Schmitz, 3rd-year Pandora from Germany, (3) Shion Nayfield, 3rd-year Pandora from Japan, and (4) Kazuha Aoi, 2nd year Pandora from Japan.  While it was considered odd that a 2nd-year Pandora would be joining up with 3rd-year Pandora into a fighting unit, Kazuha stood out exceptionally in her fighting capabilities, so much so that the military higher-ups within Genetics believed that she was capable enough to fight alongside her fellow seniors.

As a member of the Numbers, Kazuha had to be ready at a moment's notice.  Compared to other Pandora, the expectations placed upon her were much higher.  If the situation demanded that she leave there and then, then that was what she did, no questions asked.  Such were the expectations of the elite fighting members of Genetics.  After all, while Pandora were considered students at Genetics facilities, they were soldiers first and foremost, and the human race was in a constant state of war ever since the Nova appeared decades ago.

As then-18-year-old Kazuha was getting herself dressed and ready to ship out to fight the Nova, her 11-year-old brother Kazuya stormed into her bedroom to confront her, hoping to convince her to not go and fight.

"Kazuha!" cried Kazuya as he burst through the doorway and rushed towards his big sister, who at that moment was wearing nothing but a tight fitting white bra and a matching pair of panties.  Of course, given the circumstances, the term "big sister" had a double meaning at this point.  For while Kazuha was the older sibling between her and Kazuya, she was also the far larger of the two, given her enhanced size after becoming a Pandora.  

With her enlarged size after being implanted with stigmata, her little brother Kazuya was little more than knee-high to her.  From Kazuha's perspective, Kazuya was practically infant-sized relative to her.

Clinging to his big sister, Kazuya wrapped his arms tightly around her legs as he buried his face against her soft flesh and firm leg muscles.  The emotion he conveyed was all too apparent to his big sister, though she was touched by how concerned he was for her well-being.

"Please, don't go!" sobbed Kazuya as he buried his face against his big sister's legs.  "Please don't go out there to fight those monsters!"  Kazuha calmly sighed before placing her hands upon Kazuya's shoulders, bending down and gently pushing him back so as to make some space between the two of them.

"Now, now Kazuya," said Kazuha as she looked down into Kazuya's eyes with great affection, "I have to go.  It's my duty as a Pandora.  My job is to protect everyone, especially my sweet little brother, from those mean old monsters."

"B-but if you go out there to fight them, you'll die!" cried Kazuya as he looked up into Kazuha's eyes with tears streaming from his own.  He could barely keep his composure together as he beseeched his big sister to not leave him in order to fight against those otherworldly creatures who threatened humanity.

"No I won't," replied Kazuha with a calm tone of voice and a warm smile.  She always seemed to know just how to help Kazuya relax and pull him back from the edge of whatever emotional cliff he found himself on.

"I promise you that I won't die, Little Brother," continued Kazuha, "I have too many important things and people here depending on me, so I don't have the luxury of falling in battle."

"Y-you're strong, Kazuha...but you're not invincible," countered Kazuya, "those creatures, they're really tough...and they've killed many Pandora everytime they show up.  So if you go to fight them, then you're likely gonna be killed by them too, and I...I...I can't let that happen!"  Kazuya proceeded to cling against his big sister's torso like a koala bear, hugging her with all the intensity he could muster.  The gesture brought a chuckle to Kazuha's lips, touched at how much her little brother cared about her well-being.

"Oh, Kazuya," sighed Kazuha as she wrapped one arm around Kazuya's torso and used her other arm to cradle him just underneath his buttocks.  Lifting him up as she stood proud and tall, Kazuha cradled around her little brother as she walked, gently swaying from side to side as she walked.  It was almost as if she were trying to lull him into sleep, yet she was simply doing what she could to calm him and alleviate his worries.

"I know it's risky going up against those big, scary monsters, but I'm one of the strongest Pandora out there.  And besides, I won't be alone.  I'll have other Pandora fighting alongside me, and a lot of them are just as strong as I am...maybe even stronger."
"There are Pandora stronger than you?" asked Kazuya as he sniffled.

"It's possible," replied Kazuha with a smirk.  "We Pandora do compete with one another to find out who among us is the strongest after all.  It's a custom that's been going on for a long time now.  So the other Pandora in my unit might be even more powerful than I am.  After all, the team leader isn't me, so whoever she is, I'd wager that she's just as strong as I am, if not stronger."

"Y-you mean it?" asked Kazuya with a mix of hope and worry in his voice.

"Of course I do," replied Kazuha in that soothing voice of hers.  "I figure that between the four of us in our squad, we're gonna be just fine.  That's how an effective fighting unit works, Little Brother.  You look out for your teammates and they in turn look out for you.  So long as we have each other's backs, I reckon that we're going to be okay when all is settled."

There was a momentary pause as Kazuya took in everything his sister told him.  After wiping his eyes and getting the sniffles out of his system, he looked Kazuha straight in the eyes and proceeded talking once more.

"Okay then," said Kazuya, relenting to his big sister.  "But you have to do one thing before you go."

"What's that, Little Brother?" asked Kazuha with a cocked eyebrow.

"You have to promise me that you're coming back alive."  Kazuha simply smirked before responding.

"Kazuya," she said with firm resolve and a warm aura in her demeanor, "I swear to you, I'm coming back alive, safe and sound.  After all, somebody has to keep an eye out on my cute little brother and make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble."

"You mean it?" asked Kazuya with big puppy-dog eyes.

"I promise," replied Kazuha with that trademark warm grin on her face.

True to her word, Kazuha survived the 8th Nova Clash, though it certainly wasn't without loss.

While the Nova were successfully defeated and/or driven away, the Pandora had suffered many casualties.  Among those killed was Numbers member Shion Nayfield, who sacrificed her life when she personally destroyed one of the Nova by lunging into its core and tearing it apart, resulting in a small scale explosion which took her life.  Several more Pandora were grievously wounded.  Yu-Mi Kim lost one of her arms and Kazuha Aoi had incurred several broken bones and traumatic organ damage, yet both of them survived in the end.  Fortunately, the rate of metabolic healing within Pandora was beyond that of normal humans.  Over time, a Pandora's limbs could be regrown, bones could reset and fuse together over time, and even organs could regenerate new cells and tissue in a very small fraction of time that it would take normal humans to do so.

As the days turned into weeks and then into months, the fallen Pandora were buried and paid their due respect for making the ultimate sacrifice in defense against the Nova threat.  The Numbers group was formally disbanded after the 8th Nova Clash, though Kazuha, Yu-Mi and Elize still stayed close friends and comrades in the years that followed.  All three decided to stay on as instructors at West Genetics as well as official members of Chevalier (all three of them carrying the military rank of captain).

So it was that Kazuha kept her word to her little brother in the end.  Of course, Kazuya was a mix of angry and worried when he first saw his big sister right after the end of the 8th Nova Clash.  When he saw her in the emergency room being patched up from the amount of trauma that her body had been through, he was on the verge of a complete breakdown.  Once she had regained consciousness and her condition was stable, Kazuya couldn't help but berate her for nearly breaking her promise, all while tears streamed down his face in the process.

"You almost died out there!" declared Kazuya as he buried his face against his sister's torso as she lay in bed.  "I almost lost you!"

"I know, I know," replied Kazuha with a faint voice, still tired at the time from all of the medication and bedrest she was under back then.  "But I kept my promise in the end, didn't I?"

"Barely," replied Kazuya.  "If I had lost you, I would have been all alone."

"You'd still have Ouka and Grandfather," retorted Kazuha as she gently stroked her little brother's hair.  "I know that Ouka would be more than happy to look after you if anything did happen to me."

"She can't replace you, Kazuha," sobbed Kazuya.  "I care about her, really I do, but she could never ever replace you."

"You're such a little charmer, Kazuya.  You know that right?" Kazuha joked as she turned her head to look directly at her little brother.  "One day, you're going to make some lucky girl a fine husband, I'm sure of that."

"Please, stop teasing me, Sis," muttered Kazuya as he blushed in response.

"Oh, my little brother is growing up so fast these days," continued Kazuha.  "It won't be long before he's hooking up with other girls and making them fall for him, one by one...you little heart-breaker, you."  Even though she was wounded and it hurt to laugh (given the state of Kazuha's cracked ribs at that time), she couldn't help but continue with teasing her little brother.  It was her way of distracting him from her own physical state.  The way Kazuha saw it, if she could keep Kazuya giggling or blushing as opposed to worrying or crying, then that's what she would do.

Fast forward to the present day, with Kazuya Aoi (age 15) and his older sister Kazuha (age 22) standing outside the administrative building alongside two other Pandora.  From Kazuya's perspective, it was quite something to be in the presence of so many beautiful young ladies, all of whom towered over him.  Kazuya wagered that the top of his head was level with their crotches, and he could probably peek under the skirts of the two younger Pandora if he so desired; given Kazuha's longer dress, she didn't have that kind of problem by comparison.

"It's good to see you again, Big Sis," said Kazuya.

"How was your journey?  Was Miss Fairchild a helpful tour guide?" inquired the older Aoi sibling.

"Yeah, she most certainly was," replied Kazuya.  "She even outright insisted on carrying my luggage for me, even though I told her it wasn't necessary."

"As student council president, I do everything in my power to be as welcoming as I can, Mr. Aoi." Chiffon responded with that trademark smile of hers.

"That's our Chiffon, going out of the way to help others," chimed in the third Pandora who was yet to be named.

"Well," continued Chiffon, "I suppose no introductions are necessary for our instructor, Miss Aoi, given your relation to her and all, but allow me to introduce my fellow third-year and a close friend of mine."  At this point, Chiffon gestured to her fellow Pandora who was dressed in the exact same type of school uniform as her.

"This is Ticy Phenyl, the third-ranked third-year Pandora here at West Genetics.  She's also the vice president of the student council, so we tend to work in close proximity pretty regularly."

"It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Aoi," replied Ticy with a warm smile and an outstretched arm, her fingers straight and her palm open indicating a friendly handshake.  She had to bend significantly at the waist and knees in order for her hand to be close enough for Kazuya to reach.

Kazuya accepted the handshake, though internally he was a little nervous at making physical contact with someone so much larger than him.  While he had experience being in close proximity with Kazuha, she was family and he had known her for his entire life, so the two of them had a rather intimate relationship of sorts.  Kazuha knew to be gentle when it came to handling Kazuya ever since she became a Pandora, so Kazuya was never nervous when it came to touching her or being touched by her.

Now that he was in the presence of Pandora who weren't his sister, Kazuya couldn't help but gulp just a tiny little bit, hoping that they wouldn't be too rough with him.  While he took Chiffon at her word when she told him that Pandora were supposedly very cognizant of their strength relative to Limiters, it was still just talk up to that point.  Now that he was about to make physical contact with a Pandora who wasn't his sister, he was going to find out just how accurate Chiffon's analysis of Pandora-Limiter relations was.

As Kazuya raised his arm upward, palm opened to return the handshake, he was surprised at what occurred from such a simple gesture.

It turned out that Chiffon wasn't kidding about the gentle touch of Pandora.  When Ticy's larger hand made contact with Kazuya's smaller hand, Kazuya was surprised by the level of restraint the Pandora was showing in a simple handshake.  He knew that if she so desired, she could probably crush his hand within hers, or even yank hard enough on his arm so that his shoulder would dislocate from the sudden tugging.  But even with those hypothetical scenarios, Kazuya was surprised to find that Ticy's touch was soft, warm, and endearing.  Her fist was securely snug around Kazuya's hand, though she used just enough pressure so as to not hurt him.  She also moved her elbow just enough so as to not put undue strain upon Kazuya as the two initiated the handshake.  After a few seconds, Ticy released her grip and stood upright once more, keeping the same type of smile which Chiffon and Kazuha had on their faces.

After the handshake was completed, Kazuya simply looked back up at these three towering beauties who stood before him.  It was the kind of thing that nearly rendered him breathless, and even though one of these three was his sister, he couldn't help but feel a sort of tingle in both his chest and in his groin.  Even if they were siblings, Kazuya simply couldn't help how he felt about his big sister, though so far he had done a good enough job of masking it from others (except for his cousin Ouka, of course).

"Well then, now that we're all acquainted with one another, shall we make our way inside then?" asked Chiffon, mainly to Kazuya.

"Yes Ma'am," replied Kazuya.

And so the group of four assembled made their way inside the administrative building, proceeding into an elevator and taking it to the correct floor where the principal of West Genetics resided in her office.  Chiffon stepped forward towards the principal's door, knocking before announcing herself.

"Sister Margaret," said Chiffon, "it's Chiffon Fairchild.  Mr. Aoi has arrived and awaits your audience with him."

"Very good," replied a voice on the other side of the door.  "Please, do come in."

Chiffon opened the door and beckoned Kazuya and the others to follow after her into the principal's office.  Upon entering the room, Kazuya looked around and took in the grandeur of the place.  Adorning the walls were large bookcases with numerous books filling the shelves, several dozens (most likely well over a hundred) from what he could tell.  There were also photographs, paintings, and degrees of certification adorning the walls of the room.  In the center of the room stood a large desk, higher than Kazuya was tall.  It was constructed of smoothened mahogany and had decorative carvings of clouds, angels, trumpets, what looked to be the gates of Heaven adorning it.

Seated at the desk was a woman wearing religious attire.  She was dressed in white robes with a violet-colored centerpiece (the same color as the Pandora uniforms from what Kazuya had seen).  On her head was what appeared to be a nun's habit, also white, which covered the sides of her face.  Her visage was somewhat wrinkled, showing her age, though she was no less lovely in her appearance.  She had an air of maturity and grace about her as she rose from her seat and made her way around the desk, standing in the center of the room and before the gathered assembly which had entered her office.

Bowing her head slightly, she introduced herself.

"Greetings, Kazuya Aoi," began the principal, "I am Sister Margaret Lindman, headmistress and principal of West Genetics.  It's a pleasure and honor to finally make your acquaintance."  She stood straight once more, tall and proud before the incoming freshman.

"Likewise, Sister Margaret," replied Kazuya.  "Thank you for welcoming me to this academy.  I hope I'll serve well in my role as a Limiter during my time here."

"I'm sure you will strive to to momentous things during your stay, Mr. Aoi," replied Margaret.  "After all, your sister has spoken rather fondly of you during her time here as both a student and instructor.  She really likes doting on you in her free time."  Margaret finished that statement with a smirk as she turned her gaze towards Kazuha, who in turn blushed at having been called out for how she felt about her little brother.

"Ma'am," interjected Kazuha, "while I appreciate how astute you are at remembering such things, I'd like it if you weren't to air out those kinds of topics in the presence of others."

"Oh, there's no need to worry about that," replied Margaret.  "I trust that Miss Fairchild and Miss Phenyl can be trusted to keep that between the people here in this room, correct."

"Yes Ma'am" replied the younger Pandora in sync.

"Very well then," continued Margaret before she turned her gaze once more towards Kazuya, smiling as she did so.

"Now then, Mr. Aoi, what say we get you acquainted and familiarized with how things are here at West Genetics?"

"I look forward to it, Sister Margaret," answered Kazuya.

"Very well then," replied Margaret.  "Well then, if you will all follow me, then allow me to begin our little tour of sorts."

"Where shall we begin, Sister Margaret?" inquired Chiffon.

"Well then," thought Margaret aloud as she paused in reflection.  "What say we begin with the Carnival?"

She panted heavily as she made her way through the battlefield, holding her sword at the ready.  Her eyes were constantly moving from spot to spot, always being mindful of her surroundings.  As she rounded a corner, she made contact with her enemy.

The other girl swung her axe as she let loose a battle cry, though her target was in an alert state and managed to block her attack, sparks flickering briefly as sharp steel met sharp steel.  The two briefly locked blades in a show of strength before disengaging and leaping back from one another, giving each other a solid twenty feet of distance once they landed.

The sword-wielding Pandora readied her blade once more, holding it perfectly vertical like a knight preparing for a formal duel.  The axe-wielding Pandora gripped her weapon in both hands, holding it perfectly horizontal as she breathed deeply, sizing up her opponent as she did.  It seemed as though the axe-Pandora was inviting the sword-Pandora to make the next strike.

The invitation was accepted.

Screaming her own battle cry, the sword-Pandora charged forward, raising her weapon high overhead as she prepared for a downward strike on her opponent.  The axe-Pandora responded by raising her weapon over her own head as her opponent was about to make contact.  Using the shaft of her axe, she blocked her opponent’s sword in its place as their weapons clashed once more.

While it seemed as though the two of them were fated to be locked in a stalemate, the sword-wielding Pandora suddenly cried out as an arrow pierced her in the right shoulder, knocking her back as she screamed.  The axe-wielding Pandora was alerted to this and turned around, seeing who it was that fired the arrow.  Sure enough, she could spot the newly incoming challenger who had entered the fray, holding her bow in a firing position as she readied another arrow.

The axe-wielding Pandora held her weapon at the ready with intent to strike, rushing forth towards the archer-Pandora.  Unfortunately for the axe-Pandora, the distance between her and the archer was a solid hundred feet before charging, giving her opponent ample time to fire off another round.  The archer-Pandora let loose another arrow from her bow, striking the axe-Pandora square in the chest right between her bosom.

While the shock and the trauma from the arrow stopped her momentarily, the axe-wielding Pandora still trudged on, dragging her weapon alongside her as she tried to close the distance.  She managed to get within fifty feet of her opponent before another arrow made contact with her, this time piercing her in the throat where the neck meets the collarbone.  A moment later, she went down, dropping her weapon as it disintegrated in a glowing flash of particles.

The archer-Pandora proceeded to walk on as she took a quick look at her first opponent, the sword-wielding Pandora was still on the ground, grunting as she tried to pry the arrow in her shoulder loose.  As she did so, she made eye contact with the archer-Pandora, the two sizing up on another.

A second later, the archer readied another shot as she took aim at the sword-wielding Pandora, but her opponent managed to surprise her.  Instead of rushing forward to close the distance between the two, the sword-Pandora threw her weapon at the archer like a javelin.  What happened next was somewhat surprising.

The moment the archer-Pandora fired off another arrow was the exact same moment when the sword-Pandora launched her sword straight at her opponent.  As a result, both Pandora managed to defeat her respective opponent in that split second.  The archer-Pandora’s arrow pierced the sword-Pandora’s chest, just like with the axe-Pandora earlier, while her opponent’s sword went straight into her abdomen, spearing her in the stomach and intestines.  The end result was both Pandora going down from a mix of shock and blood loss, with their weapons disintegrating in the process.

“Well now, that’s three more Pandora down for the count,” said a man in a military officer’s uniform.

“I must say, that sword-wielding Pandora took quite a gamble in the end,” replied another officer in similar dress.  “While she ended up being defeated, she managed to take her opponent down with her at the very end.”

“I suppose you could think of it as a form of karma if you like,” commented a third officer to the second.  “Getting a sort of consolation prize against her opponent for that sneak attack she pulled earlier and all.”

“Fair point,” said the first officer, “though these mock battles are supposed to be a test for what comes on the battlefield.  After all, say what you will about procedure and decorum, but when you get down to the heart of it all, there are no real rules in war.”

“Not when it comes to fighting the Nova anyway,” chimed in the second officer.

“Exactly,” replied the first.

All three military officers were among a larger group of military men (and some women) who were stationed within a command center as West Genetics watching various screens and monitors.  What was being played on those screens was live footage of several Pandora, all of them wielding numerous weapons of varying types and clashing with each other in fights to the death.

“Send in medical teams to retrieve three more Pandora,” came an announcer on the intercom system.

“This Carnival is really shaping up rather well,” commented the first officer.  “This year’s crop of 2nd-year Pandora definitely shows promise.”

“It’s to be expected if not outright demanded,” said the second officer.  “After all, when it comes to the fate of the human race, we need warriors who go for the kill.  We can’t have Pandora who are squeamish when it comes to fighting to the death and all.”

“True enough,” said the third officer.  “How are things looking over in Sector B right now?”

“It seems that there are no more active Pandora in that sector by the look of things,” answered the first officer.

“So how many Pandora are left among the 2nd-years now?” asked the second officer.  A moment later, he got his answer.

“There are currently less than twenty Pandora currently able to fight,” came the announcer from earlier.  “At the current rate of attrition, the 2nd-year Carnival is estimated to end in less than one hour.”

As the viewers took in the scenes of battle and carnage among the Pandora on screen, one of the officers decided to speak up once more.

“How is the 1st-year Carnival coming along, by chance?  I haven’t really focused on that one much,” said the third officer.

“One moment, please,” responded the announcer.  “Pulling up live-feed footage of 1st-year Carnival now.”

“So, it’s basically a battle royale of sorts?” asked Kazuya.

“Indeed,” replied Sister Margaret as she walked in front of him.  Her posterior tantalizingly leveled Kazuya’s face as it sashayed side to side as she walked.  Even though she was wearing holy robes which were meant to conceal her figure, Sister Margaret’s form was well-defined enough that the lumps at the front of her chest and the backside of her waist stood out in a somewhat teasing manner, even underneath those robes.

“Seems a little odd to refer to such a thing as a ‘Carnival,’ don’t you think?” questioned Kazuya.

“To those not familiar with such a thing, I’m sure it does appear to be a strange name choice,” replied Margaret.

“I suppose it’s one of those things that could be attributed to a sick sense of humor,” chimed in Kazuha, “either within Chevalier or among the administration at Genetics.”

“In any case,” continued Margaret, “such an event has gone by the name Carnival for so long that it has simply become normalized as it were.”

“And how long have Carnivals been going on at Genetics facilities?” inquired Kazuya as the group walked on.

“There have been Carnivals for as long as there have been Genetics facilities,” answered Chiffon with her usual upbeat tone of voice.

“So, for decades then?” asked Kazuya.

“Yes indeed,” answered Ticy.

The group in this case consisted of Kazuya in the center, with Sister Margaret leading up front of the pack.  Chiffon Fairchild was on Kazuya’s left and Ticy Phenyl was on Kazuya’s right, with Kazuha Aoi following behind.  While Kazuya was worried that his walking pace would be too slow for the four towering beauties who accompanied him on his walk, not one of them appeared troubled by it and simply walked at a slightly slower pace to keep their pace in line with Kazuya’s.

“So, what are the rules in a Carnival?” continued Kazuya with his line of questioning as the group walked.

“Well, there aren’t many rules per se,” answered Margaret.

“It’s essentially a fight to the death among Pandora of the same class year,” explained Chiffon.  “Pandora fight each other using their Volt Weapons and whatever abilities they possess.”

“Abilities?” asked Kazuya.

“Oh, sorry about that,” replied Chiffon.  “Let me clarify.  When a woman becomes a Pandora, she tends to create what we call Volt Weapons, which could be anything you can conceivably think of when it comes to tools of combat.”

“It could be anything basic like a sword, spear, club, or even firearms,” elaborated Ticy.  “Though some Volt Weapons are more intricate than others.  They could be something akin to tentacles originating from a Pandora’s backside, or gauntlets that form upon her arms, or even remote-controlled drones which a Pandora has direct control over.  The possibilities are near endless.”

“As for the abilities you were asking about,” continued Chiffon, “when a Pandora reaches her third year as a Genetics student, she usually obtains the ability to engage in what we call ‘Acceleration,’ in which she is able to move her body at high speeds which the human eye cannot follow.

“Though there have been some rare cases of Pandora achieving Acceleration among 2nd-year students,” elaborated Kazuha.

“Indeed,” Margaret followed up in the conversation.  “Kazuha is one such Pandora who achieved Acceleration as a 2nd-year Pandora.  Chiffon is another.”

Hearing such things about the company which Kazuya found himself in really took him back, though he didn’t want the surprise of it to show on his face or in his behavior.  At that moment, Kazuya Aoi felt as though he was standing in the presence of borderline goddesses when it came to their physical abilities.  They weren’t just superhuman (pretty much ALL Pandora were superhuman compared to everyone else on the planet), they were in a class on their own among Pandora.

“So, back to the Carnival,” said Kazuya, “how does it end exactly?”

“When one Pandora is left standing among her class,” answered Margaret.

“And by standing, you mean…” Kazuya had a notion of what was being implied.

“In fights to the death, Pandora determine who is the strongest among their class.  In a battle royale fashion, the Pandora fight one another using Volt Weapons, Acceleration, and whatever else they have at their disposal to defeat each other.”

“W-wait, Pandora kill each other?” asked Kazuya in shock.

“Yes and no,” replied Kazuha.

“I don’t understand,” said Kazuya as he turned back towards his towering older sister.  “How can the answer be both?”

“Pandora fight one another and inflict killing blows upon one another in combat,” explained Chiffon, “though these are Pandora we are talking about.  We’re not as easy to kill as ordinary humans are by comparison.  You could slice a Pandora’s jugular vein, rupture her internal organs, or rip off one of her limbs and none of those would necessarily kill her outright.”

“Given our overall physical abilities thanks to the Stigmata in our bodies,” elaborated Ticy, “our rate of healing and cellular regeneration is several times that of the average human.  Our bodies can repair major organ damage, even grow back most severed limbs over time.”

“Y-you can actually grow back a missing arm or leg?” asked Kazuya incredulously.

“Yes we can, Little Brother,” answered Kazuha with a playful smirk.  “I know it’s been some time since the 8th Nova Clash, but surely you remember the state I was in when the battle was over, right?  I wasn’t exactly at the peak of physical well-being when you saw me in that hospital bed, remember?”

“I guess I wanted to blot out that memory of seeing you like that,” said Kazuya with a shudder.

“Well, as bad a state as I was in that day,” continued Kazuha, “my squad leader, Yu-Mi Kim was in just as bad as one if not worse.  She ended up losing one of her arms during the 8th Nova Clash, but after a few months of recovery, she managed to grow back another one in its place, good as new.  There’s not even any scarring anymore on her body where the arm was severed, believe it or not.”

“That’s something akin to a miracle,” muttered Kazuya.

“Indeed,” replied Margaret, “it truly is an act of the divine to be blessed with such abilities.  We should all give thanks unto the Almighty for such a gift.”

“So then, do the Pandora really die at these Carnivals?” asked Kazuya for clarity.

“They end up getting very serious wounds which could potentially result in death if not treated,” explained Chiffon, “but we have medical teams on standby to retrieve all fallen Pandora the moment they are defeated and unable to continue.  Most will usually make a full recovery within a few days.  The more severe cases may take upwards of a month, given how severe their wounds were during the Carnival.”

“Since the goal of creating Pandora is to raise an army to fight against the Nova,” continued Ticy, “we try to avoid fatalities during Carnivals as much as possible.  In fact, there hasn’t been a single combat death at Carnivals in more than a decade now.”

“That’s good to hear,” said Kazuya with a sigh.  It would be quite depressing to raise up women into Pandora only to have them snuffed out during their formative years at Genetics facilities.

“So then, the last Pandora who is left standing is declared the winner then?” asked Kazuya.

“Yes,” answered Chiffon, “the winner and the top-ranked Pandora of her class.  The ranking system we have is by process of elimination, with the last standing Pandora being the first-ranked, the one after her being second-ranked, and so on and so forth.”

“Chiffon here is the top-ranked of her class, in case you were wondering, Little Brother,” Kazuha chimed in.

“I guess that would explain why she’s also student council president then, huh?” replied Kazuya.

“Well, while my rank may be a factor, I like to think that it’s mainly because I try to be helpful whenever I can,” replied Chiffon with that trademark smile of hers.

“And I believe that you are the third-rank of your class if I remember right, Ticy?” asked Kazuya as he looked up to the other third-year Pandora in the group.

“Yes I am,” replied Ticy.

“And since Kazuha decided to tell you a little about us out of the blue, I figure it’s only fair that I tell you that she was the top-ranked Pandora of her class back when she was a student,” replied Chiffon.

Once more, Kazuya was taken back internally (and trying to keep his shock from showing).  He was surrounded by the top-ranked Pandora in their respective years.  Given that there were several hundreds (maybe thousands) of Pandora enrolled at West Genetics, the fact that he was walking among the highest-ranking Pandora of the third year class was somewhat awe-inspiring in and of itself.  That and the fact that his older sister was top of her class back in the day simply added to how astonishing this was all becoming.

“Well then, we are here,” stated Sister Margaret as the group came to the end of the hallway and before a set of double doors.  Upon the doors opening, Margaret led the group into what appeared to be a sort of command center filled with computers, screens, and monitors.  In the room was an assemblage of Pandora and military staff looking at several of the monitors and screens.

“Ah, Sister Margaret, good to see you,” said one of the military officers looking up at the towering newcomers.

“General,” replied Margaret.  “Please don’t mind us.  I’m merely taking one of the incoming freshman Limiters on a tour of West Genetics.  I figured I’d show him just what the Carnival looks like.”

“Isn’t that a rather unorthodox thing to do, ma’am?” asked another officer.  “Bringing a freshman into a high-level facility?”

“While I appreciate your concern for protocol, sir,” answered Margaret, “this young man here is my personal guest and no ordinary freshman.  May I introduce Kazuya Aoi.”

“Aoi?” inquired the first officer.  “I’m assuming a relative of Gengo Aoi then?”

“His grandson,” answered Kazuha Aoi, “as well as my younger brother.”

“Ah...I see then,” replied the second officer.  “Well then, I believe no further questions are required on that matter.  Nice to meet you, young man.”  He then proceeded to return his attention to the screens and monitors alongside his fellow military colleagues.

Kazuya couldn’t help but grumble at having his surname speak for himself in the presence of others.  He didn’t like having to rely on his family name as a means of intimidating or impressing others, whoever they happened to be.  While he had made peace with the fact that his grandfather had become the world’s de facto “kingmaker” as things stood, he didn’t want to use his relation to the man as a proverbial club with which to intimidate or threaten others.  If there was one thing that made Kazuya roll his eyes in disgust, it was people who threatened others with the statement, “Do you know who my father is?” in that particular condescending tone of voice.

Deciding to take his mind off of anything involving his grandfather, Kazuya proceeded to do likewise as the military men were doing and focus his attention upon the screens and monitors.

“If I remember right, those screens over there are showing live footage of the 2nd-year Carnival,” said Chiffon pointing to one end of the room, “so those screens over there should be pointing to the 1st-year Carnival,” she elaborated pointing towards a different area of the room.

“Do Genetics facilities host all their Carnivals at the same time?” asked Kazuya.

“Carnivals usually will be scheduled at different times throughout the school year, but this year West Genetics decided to have both freshman and sophomore Pandora have their Carnivals at the same time due to time constraints,” explained Ticy.  “It’s a bit uncommon to do so, but it has been done in past years.”

“So, how are things looking right now?” asked Margaret to one of the male staff at a nearby monitoring station.

“Around eighty percent of the 1st-year Pandora are out of commission, while more than ninety percent of the 2nd-year have fallen in their respective Carnival, Ma’am,” replied the analyst.

“Make sure to have medical teams at the ready for fallen Pandora,” directed Margaret.  “I don’t want any unnecessary deaths or long-term damage as a result, especially among our incoming 1st-years.”

“Understood, Ma’am,” replied the technician.  “Dr. Schmitz is keeping a close eye on things, so there shouldn’t be any need to worry on that matter.”

“Glad to hear it,” replied Margaret.  “Elize is always dependable when it comes to matters of tending to the wounded.”

“Schmitz?” asked Kazuya in curiosity.  “Where have I heard that name before?”

“Elize Schmitz,” elaborated Kazuha as she stood just behind her little brother, bending down to speak more directly with Kazuya.  “She was one of my fellow squadmates back during the 8th Nova Clash, and the luckiest out of our unit.  She’s also an instructor here at West Genetics alongside me and serves as head of the medical team here.  I’ll be sure you have a proper introduction with her once you’re settled in here.”

Kazuya proceeded to turn his attention once more to the monitors, watching the Pandora engage in deadly combat with one another.  It was a sight that amazed him as much as it did revolt him.  Kazuya never did have the bloodlust that would be expected of a warrior.  Even though he was technically a soldier (albeit in a support role rather than one of active combat), he didn’t relish the thought of combat or fighting to the death.  However, he did understand the necessary evil of fighting with intent to kill, at least where it concerned the struggle against the Nova anyway.  They were beings that appeared either incapable of communication or indifferent to the whims of mankind.  So far, it seemed that their only purpose for visiting Earth was with the intent of eradicating the human race.  Therefore, it was simply a matter of “kill or be killed” when it came to interacting with the Nova, and while Kazuya abhorred violence, he wasn’t above doing his part in assisting the Pandora in the ongoing struggle with the Nova threat.

On one screen a Pandora wielding a trident clashed with another holding two daggers.  On another screen a Pandora swung her club at a Pandora armed with sword and shield.  Still yet another Pandora holding a crossbow fired at a Pandora armed with what appeared to be a matching pair of hatchets.  All over the screens, Pandora clashed and struggled with each other, drawing blood, clashing weapons against one another, panting and sweating as they struggled.  Every few minutes or so, an announcement would ring out, reading out a particular Pandora’s name in the process.

“Angelina McFarland has fallen...Margaret Sullivan is out...Mikoto Kobayashi is down...Katerina Federov has been defeated...Sun-Ja Park is out of commission...Charlotte Dupont is down.”  On and on, one after another, a Pandora’s name was read out.  The screens showed the positions of the remaining Pandora and where they were located on the makeshift battlefield.  Several red “X” marks littered the screen showing the locations of the fallen Pandora, with blue dots denoting the remaining Pandora who were still standing and able to fight, moving about from spot to spot.

“So then, any other questions or concerns, Mr. Aoi?” asked Sister Margaret as she looked down upon her guest.

“Nothing I can think of at this point,” replied Kazuya as he looked at the screens, shortly after correcting himself with a follow-up question.  “So these Carnivals are to determine the ranking system for Pandora, correct?”

“They are,” answered Margaret.

“And they’re only between Pandora, meaning no Limiters get involved, right?”

“That is also correct, yes,” continued Margaret.

“Are Pandora allowed to engage with each other in combat outside of Carnivals, like in one-on-one fights or something like that?”

“It’s very rare for that sort of thing to be allowed,” answered Chiffon.  “Only in approved combat settings and locations with the permission of Genetics staff are Pandora allowed to engage in limited combat scenarios, and those are closely monitored by teachers and staff members.”

“Do Pandora ever engage in schoolyard brawls though?” asked Kazuya.

“Unfortunately, there have been past episodes of things coming to blows on school grounds from time to time,” answered Ticy.  “Though the student council and staffers among West Genetics tend to keep a close eye on things for the most part.  Not to mention the amount of security cameras we have monitoring things throughout campus to boot.”

“This technically is a military facility as much as it is a school, after all,” followed Chiffon.  “If any Pandora get into some kind of on-the-spot fight with each other, they better have an airtight defense for doing so.  Otherwise, they end up being reprimanded, usually by spending ‘time in the brig’ as the saying goes.”

“Solitary confinement?” asked Kazuya.

“That’s right, Kazuya,” answered Kazuha.  “It could range anywhere from a few days to as long as two weeks for the more severe episodes.  If the offense is considered high enough, it usually leads to expulsion and even potential court martial in the most dire of cases.”

“Rest assured though, Kazuya,” resumed Chiffon, “while you’re enrolled here at West Genetics, I will do everything in my power to make sure that nobody here harasses or endangers you during your time on campus.  Besides, I’m sure I’m not the only one here who holds that sentiment, right ladies?”  Upon finishing this statement, Chiffon was rewarded with answers from her fellow Pandora.

“Yes of course, you expect the same thing from me too, Kazuya,” said Ticy, seconding Chiffon’s declaration.

“It would certainly behoove me as both an instructor here at West Genetics as well as a big sister to look out for her little brother whenever the opportunity presents itself,” added Kazuha.

Kazuya found himself in a mix of both elation and arousal upon hearing from Chiffon, Ticy, and Kazuha in that moment.  All three of these towering beauties had practically sworn to look after him during his time as a student at West Genetics.  While he was used to getting the protector treatment from his big sister, he was somewhat taken back at how these two 3rd-year Pandora had more or less thrown their hats in as well when it came to the job of looking after Kazuya.

Being in the presence of so many supermodel-like women who were as powerful as they were beautiful made Kazuya’s heart skip a little bit, especially when each of them practically pledged themselves to look after him like some sort of knight errant.

“Only four Pandora remaining in the 2nd-year Carnival,” came the announcer with a brief follow up statement.  “”Five Pandora remaining in the 1st-year Carnival.”

“Now then, what say we view the status of the Carnivals?” asked Sister Margaret.  “The way things are looking, they should be wrapping up any minute now.”  Taking her advice, the group turned to two monitors in the command center, each one giving an aerial view of the respective Carnival it was televising.

In the 2nd-year Carnival, it was one Pandora facing against three other Pandora.  The three consisted of an axe-wielding Pandora with short red hair, a busty Pandora with black hair tied up in a ponytail and armed with a long chain which she used as a whip, and a Pandora with long peach-colored hair wielding twin broadswords.

The third Pandora in the group also stood out for her style of uniform: whereas the first two Pandora in the trio wore standard Genetics school uniforms, the third wore a super short version of the Genetics dress top, ending just below her bosom and exposing her midriff while the sleeves ended at her armpits.  In place of a skirt she wore super short blue jean shorts, showing off her well-defined legs all the way down to the ankle.  Replacing dress shoes she wore sneakers and she also wore black, fingerless leather gloves.

The fourth Pandora who was facing off against the trio wore the standard Genetics school uniform.  As for her appearance, she had lovely facial features and struck a striking figure (like practically ALL Pandora did).  Her hair was long, burgundy-colored, tied up in long pigtails with blue ribbon, and curly at the tips.  Her eyes were colored in a muted purple, her skin was of a light complexion, and her demeanor brimmed with confidence (if perhaps a tad bit arrogant for some) as she stood tall and proud, all 10 feet, 9 inches of her.

“Three against one, huh?” declared the fourth Pandora.  “That’s not very sportsmanlike, if I do declare.”

“Nothing in the rules against teaming up temporarily when it comes to taking down a tougher opponent,” retorted the sword-wielding Pandora in the group.

“As the saying goes, ‘All is fair in love and war,’ and I for one am not against underhanded tactics when necessary,” added the red headed axe-wielding Pandora.

“I suppose all you can do is curse your rotten luck in this case,” said the dark-haired chain-wielding Pandora as she spun her chain rapidly in fast-paced circular motions.

The fourth Pandora in the bunch simply snorted in response.

“Oh please, it’ll take more than petty desperation to defeat Ganessa Roland, the Angel of Confinement.  I’ll wrap this up before long and claim my rightful place as top ranked 2nd-year.  Now then, what say we finish this, ladies?”  The confidence she exuded was only too apparent.

“Yes, LETS!” shouted the axe-wielding Pandora as she charged forward, raising her weapon on high preparing for a downward strike.

“You’re going DOWN!” roared the sword-wielding Pandora as she ran to flank Ganessa from behind, bending her arms back and preparing to make an “X-pattern” sword strike at her from behind.

The third Pandora leapt up several feet in the air and fired the weighted end of one of her chains towards Ganessa from on high, aiming for the girl’s head.

It seemed as though Ganessa Roland was done for, given the circumstances.  With her opponents attacking at her from three different directions (front, back, and above), there was no hope of her being able to survive such an onslaught.

Despite how dire the situation appeared, Ganessa simply cracked a smile before suddenly glowing brightly all over, with her hair suddenly turning a bright white and her eyes changing color from purple to gold.  The air pressure around her exploded outward and the temperature in her immediate vicinity dropped by several degrees.  Ganessa took one deep breath before speaking.

“Volt Weapon deploy:  Chains of Binding!”

Upon Ganessa’s declaration, out of her back erupted four chains with sharpened weights at their ends.  Each chain acted as an extra limb, obeying Ganessa’s commands as they moved out to attack each respective target.  One chain went through the sword-wielding Pandora’s torso, spearing her and it held her upright.  Another chain went straight for the axe-wielding Pandora, spearing her as well in the chest and launching her far back into a random wall, blood shooting out from her wound in the process.

The last two chains fired directly upwards, the first one blocking the opponent’s downward chain, sparks shooting out from the sudden metal-on-metal collision.  The other chain continued straight upwards piercing the last Pandora in the abdomen and going straight through her.  She cried out as her body hung in midair, her blood dripping down along Ganessa’s chain as it held her in place.

In just a few seconds, Ganessa Roland had taken out three Pandora in one sweep, and she didn’t even move her body as she did so.  A moment later, the glow from her body dissipated, her hair and eyes returning to their original color.  With a brief snort, Ganessa proudly looked on as she took in her victory with pride and glee.

“Well then, I guess that’s that then,” declared the winner of the 2nd-year Carnival.

“Pandora’s Audrey Duval, Aika Takeuchi, and Trish McKenzie are all out of commission,” declared the announcer.  “The winner of the 2065 2nd-year Carnival is Ganessa Roland.  I repeat, the winner of this year’s 2nd-year Carnival is Ganessa Roland.”

“Wow, she really has an impressive Volt Weapon,” said Kazuya as he watched what just unfolded on screen.

“Yes indeed,” replied Chiffon.  “Her ‘Chains of Binding’ as she calls them act like extensions of her body, moving wherever she wants them to go.  It’s certainly a more unique form of Volt Weapon among Pandora, though there are variations of that type which we’ve seen from time to time.”

“Really?” asked Kazuya.

“While most Pandora’s Volt Weapons are something they tend to carry around - like swords, axes, and the like,” chimed in Ticy, “other Volt Weapons are attached to a Pandora’s body, such as Ganessa’s chains.  Other cases involve boots and gauntlets automatically appearing on a Pandora’s limbs, or perhaps wings or tentacles forming on a Pandora’s back or shoulder blades.  It all varies here and there, but I like to think you get the jist of what I’m saying.”

“I never knew there was that much variety among Volt Weapons,” said Kazuya.

“See,” joked Kazuha in her sweet, big sisterly voice as she leaned over her little brother and ruffled his hair, “you learn something new everyday, which is especially fitting since you’re in school to boot.”

“What I’m more surprised is that a 2nd-year Pandora can activate Pandora Mode,” said Chiffon.  “It’s something of a rarity.”

“Pandora Mode?” asked Kazuya with confusion.

“You’ll get a more in-depth explanation later,” replied Kazuha.  “For now, just know that it’s a heightened state of combat in which a Pandora’s fighting abilities increase exponentially.  And it’s also something that’s expected among most Pandora when they become 3rd-year students, so yeah, the fact that Miss Roland is capable of activating it is somewhat surprising.”

“Volt Weapons...Pandora Mode,” muttered Kazuya to himself.  It would take a while for him to become acquainted with the vocabulary of things around here while he was a student at West Genetics.

“Well then, now that that’s been settled, notify medical personnel to retrieve the last of the fallen 2nd-year Pandora and have them moved to the medical tents nearby,” ordered Sister Margaret.

“Yes Ma’am,” was the uniform reply among the Genetics staff in the command center.

“How is the 1st-year Carnival wrapping up?” asked Kazuha.

“Let’s have a look, shall we?” replied Margaret, as she pushed a few buttons and focused the main monitor to a camera showing one lone Pandora left standing.

The Pandora in question wore the typical Genetics uniform, had short auburn hair (ending at her neckline) with a green hair clip on the left side of her face, a slender physique, light brown eyes, and a light complexion.  She was panting heavily after finishing up her final duel, holding a pair of what appeared to be wide-bladed tanto swords.  Of course, given the size of Pandora, a tanto sword for this girl, given her 10’4” height, would be something more akin to a katana for an average adult male (nearly 6 feet in length, give or take a few inches).

The auburn-haired Pandora was panting as she stood over the battlefield, taking in the view before her.  After a tense back-and-forth clash with her final opponent, she ended out coming on top of the match.  She had inflicted enough sword slashes on her opponent’s torso, arms, thighs, and neck for blood loss to set in.  It was a tough match, one which could have gone either way at the very end, and a rather honorable match as far as duels among Pandora went (certainly more so than how the 2nd-year Carnival went by comparison).

An announcement rang out as the last of the 1st-year Pandora stood panting as she finished her dual.

“The winner of this year’s freshman Carnival is Kaho Hiragi.  I repeat:  The winner of the 2065 1st-year Carnival is Kaho Hiragi.”

“I...I won?” asked the Pandora with wide eyes.  A moment later, she breathed a sigh of relief as she fell backwards and collapsed in a heap, her Volt Weapon disengaging and flickering into glowing shards before disappearing.  “I actually won,” sighed Kaho as she found herself relaxing and passing out from the battle fatigue she had experienced over the last few hours.  While she was hoping that she might make top 10 in her class, maybe even top 5 if she was lucky, she wasn’t expecting to place first among her class.  From Kaho’s perspective, such a feat made her feel like she was on top of the world, at least for that moment.

Taking in the reality of it all, the newly minted rank 1 freshman Pandora of West Genetics simply basked in the glow of victory as she nodded off and awaited the medics to make their way onto the practice battlefield to retrieve her along with the other Pandora.  For while she may have come out as the winner of the 1st-year Carnival, she was still feeling VERY out of shape and beyond fatigued at that moment.

“I’ll celebrate once I’ve recovered,” mumbled Kaho as she nodded off, “once these damn bruises die down and these bone fractures are a thing of the past.”

After the Carnivals had officially ended, Kazuya Aoi was escorted out of the command center with the entourage he had entered with.  It was at this point that the group would split up.  Now that the newly arrived freshman had gotten a glimpse into life at West Genetics, the student council’s president and vice president would assist in finishing the tour alongside him, as both Sister Margaret and Kazuha had other duties to attend to.

“It was very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Aoi,” said Sister Margaret as she bid farewell to the newest arrival at her school.  “I hope you enjoy your time as a student of West Genetics and pursue an earnest and meaningful path during your enrollment here.”  She finished with a humble bow, casting Kazuya in her shadow as she did so.

Again, while the robes covered the entirety of her body, Kazuya couldn’t help but notice (and greatly appreciate) the curves and pronounced bosom of Sister Margaret.  Though she may be an older woman, the headmistress of West Genetics was no less pleasing to the eye than the young ladies which she presided over.  If anything, the air of maturity she exuded only made her more seductive and alluring in her own unique way.

These were Kazuya’s thoughts on Sister Margaret as she took her leave, though he decided not to go too far down the rabbit hole and dwell on her own unique variety of feminine charm.  After all, he didn’t want her thinking him a pervert upon his arrival (and on his first day no less).

As Margaret took her leave, Kazuha followed suit soon after, but not before kneeling down to Kazuya’s level and giving her little brother one last parting kiss.  It was a rather passionate smooch, something more akin to that between lovers than mere siblings.  Some might ponder as to whether or not any tongue-play was involved, but the kiss was not long enough to make a final conclusion on that sort of speculation.

“I must take my leave now too, little brother,” said Kazuha with a sort of dreamy look in her eyes as she rose up once more to her full 11 foot, 2 inch height, “but rest assured that you’ll be seeing me on and off during your time here on campus.  I can practically guarantee that.”  She finished with a playful wink as she turned about-face and walked off into the distance, her rump sashaying from side to side as she did so.  No doubt she was purposefully teasing Kazuya with a taste of what lay underneath her dress as she waltzed off.  After all, Kazuha’s posterior was as impressive as her bustline, which was to say VERY impressive.

Kazuya calmly smiled as he watched his sister fade away into the distance.  Seconds later, he was awakened from his reverie of the sight of his beloved elder sibling with a gentle coughing sound from Chiffon who stood just inches away from him.  Being alerted via the clearing of his tour guide’s voice, Kazuya turned his attention towards both the student council president and vice president who stood in his immediate vicinity, the sight of their lovely thighs directly in Kazuya’s vision.

“Well then, Kazuya,” began Chiffon, “shall we continue with our tour of West Genetics?”  As always, she wore that trademark smile of hers to compliment her close-eyed visage.  Chiffon Farichild had this natural air of friendliness in her character.  Such friendliness was complimented when in the presence of Ticy Phenyl, as the two girls acted with a fondness that went beyond being close friends and more into the realm of closely-bonded sisters.  That was the perception that Kazuya got when he took in the sight of the two towering beauties who now stood before him, at least.

“Yeah, let’s continue, Madam President,” replied Kazuya with a smile.

“Very well then, but remember, I insist that you simply refer to me as Chiffon,” said the brown-haired third-year standing before Kazuya.

“I’ll try to remember, Chiffon, but it’s going to take some time to make that kind of a switch,” said Kazuya.  “I just feel that it’s bad form to refer to someone with the title of president by their first name, at least in the presence of others.”

“Oh, you don’t need to worry on MY account, Kazuya,” chimed Ticy.  “Chiffon and I go back quite a ways, so in my company, you don’t need to worry about titles, whether it is Chiffon’s or my own.  Personally, I’d prefer you simply refer to me by my name and not my title, same as Chiffon.”  Like her companion, Ticy finished her statement with a rather cheery smile.

“I’ll bear that in mind, Ticy,” responded Kazuya as he looked upwards at the two towering third-years who stood before him.

“Well then, let us proceed,” declared Chiffon.  “Why don’t we show you the layout of the campus grounds while there is still daylight?  As a newly arrived student at West Genetics, you’ll obviously want to get the lay of the land, right?”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” countered Kazuya with a chuckle.  “Lead on, milady.”

“Oh, you little charmer you!” replied Chiffon with a slight squeal in her voice.  “Aren’t you just a little gentleman?  Wouldn’t you agree, Ticy?”  Chiffon gestured to her counterpart as she asked her follow-up question.

“Indeed he is, Chiffon,” answered Ticy.  “I’m starting to be a little jealous of Kazuha in light of finding out what kind of person her little brother is.  It kind of makes me want to be Kazuya’s big sister.”

“Same here,” chuckled Chiffon.  “But who knows?  While we may not be Kazuya’s sisters, we can certainly be his guardians instead...and perhaps something even more.”  The insinuation in Chiffon’s voice was only too apparent, or at least apparent enough to strike both surprise and interest in Kazuya.

“What do you mean by that?” Kazuya asked with genuine curiosity.

“Oh nothing you need to worry over, Kazuya.  Just a little playful talk amongst us girls, that’s all,” replied Chiffon.  Given Ticy’s reaction to her fellow classmate’s statement (one of in-sync agreement), it appeared that Kazuya was not in the loop on whatever Chiffon was insinuating.  However, he decided not to press the issue and simply let things stand at that.  Shrugging his shoulders, Kazuya simply followed Chiffon’s and Ticy’s lead and proceeded out the building onto the campus grounds.

As the trio walked about on the campus grounds - Kazuya in the center with Chiffon in front to his left and Ticy in front to his right - Kazuya couldn’t help but notice the position in which he found himself.  Given the proximity of these two towering beauties as the three of them walked, and given their sizes relative to his (Chiffon at 10ft 11in and Ticy at 11ft as Kazuya would later find out, compared to Kazuya’s 5ft 6.5 in), Kazuya was once again in the immediate vicinity of these two lovely ladies’ posteriors just inches away from his face as they walked.  Whether it was to his left or right, Kazuya found himself greeted with a firm, round buttcheek within tantalizing reach and roughly level with his head, hidden teasingly underneath the short skirt of each Pandora’s uniform.  Every few seconds, Kazuya could make out a pair of snow white panties hugging against the ass cheeks of each girl, the outlines of their buttcracks only TOO apparent and well-defined.

To say that Kazuya was becoming a little hot under the collar at the sight of such sexually-charged temptation would be like saying that summer is kind of hot and winter is a bit cold.

‘Are they teasing me on purpose or are they truly unaware of the situation as it currently stands?’ thought Kazuya as the trio walked.  ‘Surely, they MUST be aware that I could sneak a peek underneath their skirts if I wanted to, given that each of them is basically twice my height.  Do they simply not care or is this their way of being flirty?  And if it’s the second option, why would they be so flirty right from the get-go?  Are they just teasing me or is it something more serious?  There are some things about girls I just don’t get.’  These were Kazuya’s thoughts as he and his two escorts walked alongside him throughout the campus grounds.

“So what do you think of the place so far, Kazuya?” asked Ticy as she looked down at her recently arrived companion with a smile.  “Is it to your liking?”

“It’s certainly nice enough,” replied Kazuya.  “I was telling Chiffon earlier about how I enjoyed the sight of the sakura trees as you walk around the grounds.  The sight of them usually tends to calm me.”

“I know what you mean,” replied Ticy.  “It's a rather unique thing to witness.  In a way, it reminds me of some of the cherry blossoms I’ve seen back home.”

“Where is that exactly?” inquired Kazuya.  “Given your name, I’d guess that you’re not originally from Japan, Ticy.”

“You’d be correct on that, Kazuya,” replied Ticy.  “I’m originally from Finland.  It’s in the northeastern part of Europe, with Russia on its eastern border and the Scandinavian countries to the west of us.  Given its location on the planet, people might suspect that Finland is almost nothing but snow and frozen tundra, but we actually have a rather sizable amount of cherry blossom parks in our country.  The best known would be the one in Helsinki, in a place called Roihuvuori.  It’s said that there are up to 150 cherry blossom trees in that park alone.  Over the years, it became a rather well-known tourist attraction.”

“I will admit, I didn’t expect a place like Finland to have cherry blossoms,” replied Kazuya.  “I’d figure that in a place that close to the North Pole that it would be difficult for the land to support life for that kind of foliage and vegetation.”

“See, you learn something new everyday!” chimed in Chiffon in her usual upbeat demeanor.  “You might be surprised to know that where I come from there are also cherry blossom trees here and there, though they are somewhat sporadic in where they can grow.  Canada by the way, since I figured you were about to ask.”

“Oh yeah?  Where in Canada specifically, if you happen to know?” retorted Kazuya.  “From what I understand, a lot of that country is pretty cold and inhospitable to cherry blossoms.”

“True enough,” replied Chiffon.  “The cherry blossoms that we host are located mainly in the southern portion of our country, mainly in the city of Vancouver in British Columbia.  That’s our westernmost province, right alongside the Pacific Ocean.  Although we also do have some in Ontario Province as well further to the east, especially in the city of Toronto.  The cherry blossom parks there are really something to behold, though the viewing season is rather short, at least in my opinion.  Late April to early May, in case you were wondering.”

“I’ll confess, I figured that cherry blossoms were mostly confined to parts of Asia,” said Kazuya.  “I guess their physical appeal has made them rather coveted among the world, so it’s only natural that other countries would like to grow them as well in order to enjoy their beauty.”

“Well then, much as the talk of cherry blossoms has been amusing,” responded Chiffon, “it’s probably best we continue our tour.  By chance, are either of you guys hungry?  I haven’t had anything since breakfast, so I could certainly go for a bite about now.”

“I could eat, sure,” answered Ticy.  “What about you, Kazuya?”

“Sounds good,” replied Kazuya.  “Figured I might as well get acquainted with where the cafeteria is anyway, so now is as good a time as any, I’d say.”

So it was that the trio made their way towards the West Genetics food court for lunch, with Kazuya once more following behind the third years and taking in the view of both the campus grounds (and the occasional glance at their lovely figures now and then...he WAS a heterosexual teenage boy after all, and these girls really did cut a rather striking form).

As the group walked, Kazuya once more saw several Pandoras and the occasional Limiter here and there as they toured the campus grounds.  Like Chiffon and Ticy, the vast majority of Pandora wore the same Genetics style school uniform (purple colored with long sleeves, short skirts, white thigh-high leggings, and black dress shoes).  And also like Chiffon and Ticy, pretty much ALL of these girls had knockout figures, be it their breast, legs, thighs, asses, or pretty much any other body part from which the sight of would induce sexual arousal.  Some girls were taller than others or had more pronounced bustlines or posteriors, but literally EVERY Pandora Kazuya saw was downright supermodel material.  If they weren’t the supersoldiers which humanity had come to rely on in the fight against the Nova, these girls could snag a modelling job at a moment’s notice.

Something else which Kazuya became aware of was that among the few Limiters he noticed, all of them had an escort of several Pandora walking alongside them, like a sort of protection detail who always stayed in close proximity.  It seemed that for every Limiter which Kazuya spotted, there was a squad of Pandora lingering by, just within arms reach of him.

“Say,” began Kazuya, “the Limiters I’ve spotted so far…”

“Yes, Kazuya?” replied Chiffon.

“I’ve noticed that pretty much ALL of them have several Pandora walking alongside them wherever they go.  Is that a regular thing at Genetics facilities?”

“Indeed it is, Kazuya,” answered Chiffon.  “Given the ratio of Pandoras to Limiters, the pairing process is...well...how to say this in a way that’s not too blunt…”  By this point, the student council president was starting to blush, trying to find a way to explain things to Kazuya that didn’t come off as too adult, so to speak.

“I think there’s really no other way to put it than what you were about to say, Chiffon,” teased Ticy with a grin.

“I suppose you’re right, Ticy,” Chiffon replied with a sigh.  “The thing is, Kazuya, given how few Limiters there are to Pandora, and given that Pandora work well when paired up with a Limiter, and since there are only so many Limiters to go around, it’s only natural for a rather...unique kind of relationship to form, given those circumstances.”

“Wait, are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?” asked Kazuya, having that assumptive gut feeling as to what Chiffon was implying.

“You’re a rather perceptive guy Kazuya, so I’m going to go out on a limb and say “Yes” to what you’re thinking.  Pandora and Limiters enter into an understanding as far as pairing up goes.  On the whole, a single Limiter is partnered with several Pandora.  The numbers vary, but to my understanding, a Limiter usually tends to be paired with anywhere between five and ten Pandora as his partners.”

“F-five Pandora on the low end?” asked Kazuya with a ‘deer in the headlights’ look on his face as he came to a halt upon hearing Chiffon’s explanation.

“Like Chiffon says, the numbers vary from case to case, but that range is what most Limiters end up with in terms of Pandora whom they partner up with.  Some have kept it low, while others have gone beyond ten Pandora.  The highest I’ve heard of is thirteen, I think,” elaborated Ticy.

Hearing all of this made Kazuya’s heartbeat pick up and his pulse increase in intensity.  The idea of one man forming an outright harem with ten or more women was rather sexually stimulating, especially when in the presence of towering beauties who were as seductive as they were powerful, which was to say “extremely” in both regards.

“And...Pandoras are...okay with this kind of arrangement?” asked Kazuya with a mix of both alarm and skepticism.

“Well,” began Chiffon, “while girls in general prefer to have someone to ‘pair up’ with on a one-on-one basis, given that there are only so many Limiters to go around, the vast majority of Pandora have come to an understanding that compromises have to be made for the good of Genetics and to aid in fighting off the Nova threat.  Besides, it’s not as if we are outright forced into such arrangements.”

“No?” asked Kazuya.

“Genetics strongly emphasizes teaming up into units as we’ve just explained, Kazuya,” said Ticy, picking up where Chiffon left off with further explanation.  “That being said, neither Pandoras nor Limiters are made to pair up against their will.  If any single person - Pandora or Limiter - is against the arrangement, then that person has the option to opt out of it.  Genetics may be a military institution as much as it is an educational one, but it tries to not act as an outright authoritarian one as well.  And besides…”

“Yes?” asked Kazuya once more.

“In the vast majority of cases, neither Pandora nor Limiters have shown any strong objection to such an arrangement,” continued Chiffon where Ticy left off.  “While Pandora may initially have some reluctance at having to...well, you know...share...as it were, they’re big girls who can put aside teenage pettiness and see ‘the forest through the trees’ as the saying goes...or ‘get the big picture’ and all that.”

Upon hearing the terms “big girls” and “big picture”, Kazuya couldn’t help but inwardly chuckle at the pun which was conveyed by Chiffon’s choice of words.  Whether she intended the pun or not was anyone’s guess.

“And as for Limiters,” said Ticy, picking up where Chiffon left off, “pretty much ALL of them have no qualms with having multiple partners.  To the vast majority of Limiters, the setup is practically like winning the lottery when it comes to companionship.  Though some prefer to keep to smaller group numbers compared to others, even those on the lower end of the spectrum still have more than one Pandora paired up with them.  Like we said earlier, most Limiters tend to vary between five and ten Pandoras a piece, which is helpful given how the Pandora-to-Limiter ratio leaves you little guys significantly outnumbered and all.”  Ticy finished her explanation with a chuckle, which Chiffon mirrored in turn as the two of them stared down their sizable bustlines at Kazuya.

Kazuya in turn simply looked back up at these two towering amazon beauties who appeared to have no qualms about the idea of the likes of them entering into harems with the likes of Kazuya.  ‘Are ALL Pandora this open-minded when it comes to relationships like that?  Are they really THAT willing to engage in such a polygamous setup, having to share a Limiter between them?’  These were Kazuya’s thoughts as he took in the newfound information of pairing up with Pandora, given his duties as a Limiter.

“B-by the way, ladies…” asked Kazuya.

“Yes?” replied both Chiffon and Ticy at the same time.

“Are the two of you in such a relationship, by chance?  Given that you are third-year students here at West Genetics, I would assume that the two of you are already partnered up with somebody by this point.”  It was a logical enough line of questioning, Kazuya figured.

“Well, funny you should mention that,” answered Chiffon.  “We haven’t really found anybody to stick with in the long term and all, but we HAVE recently found someone we would like VERY much to pair with.  Isn’t that right, Ticy?”  The playfulness in Chiffon’s voice was too apparent.

“Yes indeed, Madam President,” replied Ticy with an equal amount of playfulness in her voice.  Both Chiffon and Ticy by this point were looking down at Kazuya like hungry lionesses eyeballing a gazelle through the tall grass of the African savannah.

“And uhh, who by chance is this lucky guy who has caught your eye?” asked Kazuya, with a somewhat odd feeling in his gut.  As he was taking the temperature of his surroundings and trying to ‘read the room’ as the saying goes (even though the trio was outdoors at the moment), Kazuya had an inkling of what the answer to his question was.

A moment later, both Chiffon and Ticy had descended upon Kazuya, kneeling down so as to bring their heads closer to Kazuya’s level.  A second after finishing her descent, Chiffon had brought her face directly into Kazuya’s view and introduced her mouth to Kazuya’s mouth, bringing her lips up against Kazuya’s lips.  The shock of the situation alarmed Kazuya, which made his mouth crack open instinctively.  That was all it took for Chiffon to initiate her invasion of Kazuya’s mouth with her tongue, probing every which way and tasting his tongue and gumline to her heart’s content.

While Kazuya was in shock at the sudden brazenness of the student council president, he didn’t fight back or push Chiffon away either.  In that very moment of heated passion, Kazuya couldn’t help but return the kiss, initiating a round of tongue-play with Chiffon, which in turn got a slight moan of approval from her.  While Chiffon was engaging in tongue war with Kazuya, Ticy was assaulting Kazuya’s neck with gentle kisses and playful licks along both his neck and collarbone, tugging his shirt open to get some more exposure of his skin.

When Chiffon came up for air after a good thirty seconds of kissing with Kazuya, the freshman had his mouth invaded once more, this time by Ticy, with Chiffon taking Ticy’s place and pecking Kazuya’s neckline with playful smooches and even going so far as to nibble on one of his earlobes (an act which overloaded Kazuya’s sense of pleasure momentarily, given his sudden intake of air from such a curveball sign of  affection).

After a minute or so of surprise intimacy, which was as tender as it was powerful, both Pandora let up on their pleasure assault of the young man.  The satisfaction on their faces was apparent, as they were highly confident in getting their message across as to answering who it was they were interested in pairing up with.

“Well then, Kazuya,” said Chiffon as she playfully licked her lips, “does THAT answer your question?”

“I...uh...I mean…” coming down from the love-induced stupor of what had just occurred, Kazuya was at a loss for words.  “I’m certainly humbled and flattered by what just happened, but...why me?”

“A few reasons,” answered Ticy, “of which we’ll get into more detail later, but just know for now that we like you.  We REALLY like you, and we’re hoping you’ll come to feel the same way about us in turn...along with a few other Pandora whom you’ll meet along the way.”

It was still his first day at West Genetics, and Kazuya was already being hit on by these two towering beauties who had basically said “I’m into you” through their actions.  And not only that, but they were letting him know in advance that there were other Pandora who were on the way to being added to his growing harem.  To the average red-blooded young male, this was a wet dream come true.

“W-well, again, I’m humbled by all of this, honestly I am.  It just feels a little rushed and all, you know?  Perhaps we should get to know each other better before we decide if we’re going to end up pairing up and all that, you know?”  Even when having women practically THROWING themselves at him, Kazuya simply couldn’t help but fight his baser urges and resist the temptation of jumping right into the bounty being offered before him.

“Such a gentleman, isn’t he Ticy?” asked Chiffon with equal parts teasing and admiration in her voice.  “It makes me want to just snatch you up, take you home right now, and make you my exclusive partner.  Don’t worry, Ticy, I’m tempted, but I’m a big girl and all.”  Again, the uttering of the word “big” in this context gave Kazuya a slight tingle between his legs, particularly in the groin area.

“Well, in any case, before we end up getting carried away, shall we go grab something to eat now?” asked Ticy, trying to steer the conversation to something a little less hot and heavy.

“Yes, let’s” answered Chiffon, beckoning Kazuya to follow both her and Ticy once more (and still carrying Kazuya’s luggage the whole while, easily lugging it around with one arm during the entire tour).  Seconds later the trio were off once more and heading towards the West Genetics cafeteria.  It was at this point that both Chiffon and Ticy turned around and looked down over their shoulders at Kazuya once more.

“Oh, and by the way, Kazuya,” said Ticy.

“Yes, ladies?” he replied.

“As far as the underside of our skirts, the sight of our bosoms, and all that other kind of stuff,” said Chiffon, “you don’t need to be embarrassed by that sort of thing.  You can look anytime you like, as much as you want.  I don’t mind in the slightest and I’m pretty sure Ticy doesn’t mind either in her case.”  Said Pandora nodded her head in response, her gaze one of playful happiness alongside Chiffon’s as the two Pandora stared down at their charge (and now confessed-to prospective partner for both teaming up against the Nova...and more intimate areas).

“You mean, the whole time we were walking around earlier?” asked a slightly flustered Kazuya.  “You saw that?”

“We did,” replied Chiffon, “and like I said, we have no qualms about that sort of thing.  It makes a girl happy to know that her man appreciates her form and all that...that her body can...excite her man.”

“Ditto on that one,” followed up Ticy with a grin.

‘These girls have a rather LIBERAL view of romantic and/or sexual relations,’ thought Kazuya as the trio made their way through the double doors of the West Genetics cafeteria and further into the building towards the food court.

As they passed through the double doors, Kazuya and his escorts were greeted with a rather typical view, given where they were.  Of course, from Kazuya’s perspective, the sight was probably a mix of something that was both expected and yet grandiose at the same time.  After all, given that most Pandora ranged between ten feet and twelve feet in height, the buildings were scaled with them in mind.  Yet from a Limiter’s perspective, such a thing must have appeared otherworldly (or really close to it).

Since the group decided to stop for a quick bite during Kazuya’s touring of West Genetics, all three agreed to head down to the campus food court.  Upon entering the building, the trio beheld the sight of a large cafeteria with multiple venues for different food items.  Given how important Genetics and Chevalier were in holding back against the Nova threat, money wasn’t much of an issue when it came to providing basic comforts, even if Genetics schools were technically military facilities.  There was a rather wide selection of venues to choose from, including one for pizzas and Italian-related dishes, one for burgers and other “fast food” items, one for Japanese cuisine, one for Chinese cuisine, a stand for Mexican-styled dishes (tacos, burritos, etc.), an all-vegetarian food stand, a stand specializing exquisitely in fish and seafood, a stand for Thai food, a stand for Indian food.  Basically, if there was a popular enough line of cuisine which was distinct to a specific nationality or ethnicity (German, French, Polish, American, Brazilian, African, etc.), chances were good that there was a food stand which served it at a Genetics facility.

After all, Pandoras and Limiters were humanity’s guardians against the Nova threat - the only real line of defense to fight off the otherworldly invaders who practically appeared out of thin air.  The least that could be done to show some gratitude to such warriors would be to provide them with a satisfying and nourishing meal.

“Big place, eh Kazuya?” asked Chiffon as she glanced down at her temporary charge for the day, smiling all the while as she did.

“Uhh...yeah, it sure is,” answered Kazuya.

‘From my point of view, calling it “big” would be an understatement,’ thought Kazuya a moment later.  If the building was scaled to his size, it certainly would have been big enough, but since the facility had to cater to Pandora, from Kazuya’s perspective the facilities were downright HUGE.  While there were accommodations made here and there for Limiters and non-Pandora staff, the vast majority of pretty much everything (seating, counters, doorways, ceiling height, etc.) was designed with these towering amazons in mind.

“Well then, shall we find a place to sit?” asked Ticy, her gaze alternating between Chiffon and Kazuya.

“Yes, let’s!” replied Chiffon.

“Um, yeah sure,” answered Kazuya.

Though Kazuya didn’t want to admit it, being in the presence of so many people...correction, so many beautiful women who were around twice his height was a bit intimidating.  It was one thing to be in a small group among Pandora as was the case when he first arrived, but now that Kazuya was in broader company - of which the vast majority were Pandora - he was starting to feel a little nervous.  While Kazuya recalled that Chiffon and Ticy promised to look after him to make sure nothing serious happened (at least nothing involving severe bodily harm), he couldn’t help but hedge his bets a little bit.  Being in the presence of SO many gigantic young women was as intimidating as it was titillating.

The trio soon enough found a circular table that was completely unoccupied.  It was at this point that Kazuya pondered just how he would be able to sit at the same table alongside Pandoras.  He got his answer a moment later when Chiffon reached underneath the table and pulled out what was apparently a collapsible booster seat, especially designed for normal-sized humans.  Upon straightening out all the attachments and components to the booster seat, Chiffon presented it to Kazuya with the simple gesture of her arm, as if she was saying “ta-da!” with her body language.

Kazuya noticed that the booster seat had a built-in ladder on the side of it, in order for him to be able to climb up and down alongside it.  Otherwise, he would have to ask Chiffon, Ticy, or any nearby Pandora to basically lift him up and place him into the booster seat, as if he were a small child asking for his big sister to give him a hand.

‘Of course, from their point of view, they probably can’t help but see me as a little brother, given the size difference between us,’ thought Kazuya as he analyzed the situation regarding himself relative to Pandora.  ‘I can’t get too upset over it either.  It’s only natural from their perspective, after all.  They’re just so much bigger than us that they can’t help but look down on us figuratively as well as literally, but I like to think that it doesn’t come from a sense of arrogance or anything malicious...at least I hope that’s not the case.’

“Well then, now that we’ve found a table and some seats, shall we go grab something to eat?” asked Chiffon.

“Sounds good,” replied Ticy.  “Why don’t you and Kazuya head off and pick something?  I’ll wait here for you guys so that nobody else takes our table.”

“Alright then, we shouldn’t be too long,” Chiffon responded before turning towards her charge.  “Ready Kazuya?” she asked with her trademark grin facing in his direction.

“Lead on, milady,” replied Kazuya with his own smile.  Apparently, Chiffon’s bubbly personality was somewhat infectious, as it brought out a somewhat optimistic attitude in Kazuya the more he hung out with her.

Upon closer inspection, Kazuya learned that apparently the serving areas were divided between Pandora and Limiter.  While some might have seen this as borderline segregation, it was really the only practical solution.  Otherwise, Pandoras would be either bent over substantially or kneeling in order to select their meals or Limiters would be standing up against a serving counter that towered over them by a foot or more in height.  Separating the serving area was the easiest way to accommodate both groups when it came to ordering their food.

Kazuya decided to stick with something simple and familiar to him and ordered a bowl of miso soup with some sushi rolls.  Upon wondering how he would pay for his meal, he was notified that he simply needed to give his name.  Apparently, all current and incoming students at West Genetics had an online profile within the Genetics database.  All one was required to provide was either a campus ID card (which Kazuya had yet to be given), or a name and a quick facial scan.  Afterwards, that person’s ordering status for goods and services was brought up from the campus database.  All students and staff had an allotment of campus credits for whatever they wished to purchase while at a Genetics facility, whether it was food, clothing, studying materials, home accessories, or whatever else came to mind.  Basically, all Genetics students, teachers, and on-site staff were given an allowance at regular weekly intervals for whatever they required while at Genetics facilities.

After gathering his meal onto his tray, Kazuya made his way back towards the table, Ticy waiting there as she promised.  Upon taking his seat, Kazuya gestured to Ticy.

“Feel free to go grab something to eat.  I’ll hold down the fort,” Kazuya teased.

“Alright then,” replied Ticy.  “Just holler if something comes up.  I’ll be here in a heartbeat if you need me.”  She then excused herself as she made her way towards the serving counters.

Kazuya proceeded to dig into his meal.  To his surprise, he was hungrier than he initially thought, as he found himself scarfing down one of his sushi rolls in less than a minute.  He figured that Chiffon would be back any minute now, and believed she was nearing the table, given the footfalls he heard.  However, to Kazuya’s surprise, he was greeted by neither Chiffon nor Ticy, but a pair of Pandoras who he had yet to meet...until now that is.

“Pardon me,” said a completely new voice, “is this table exclusively reserved?  If by chance not, may we join you?”  Finding himself in shadow, Kazuya realized that this person was directly behind him.  He turned around to respond in kind.

Before Kazuya stood a pair of Pandora.  The one closer to him (whom he presumed was the one who spoke to him) had long, dark blue hair, part of which was done up in low-hanging bangs along her sides with the rest tied up and fastened into a ponytail on her left side, with five golden hair bands in segments going down the length of the ponytail, giving her hair an exotic, braided appearance.  Like her hair, her eyes were a dark blue as well.  She also had a blue tattoo of some kind of Chinese character directly underneath her left eye.  Her dress style was the same Genetics uniform which Chiffon and Ticy wore, and her figure was a mix of sexy and strong, as Kazuya could tell that she had a more defined musculature than other Pandora.

The other Pandora was something else altogether.  In a way, her appearance reminded Kazuya of his older sister in some ways.  For one, her bust was rather large, even compared to other Pandora.  If Kazuya were to guess, the second Pandora’s breasts might be even larger than Kazuha’s, and that was saying something.  Also like Kazuha, this Pandora had a particularly voluptuous figure, more so than the vast majority of Pandora which Kazuya had seen so far, particularly the way her waistline flared out into her hips.  Even underneath her clothes, Kazuya could tell that this girl had some SERIOUS curves going on.

The second Pandora had long, waist-length blonde hair which went straight down alongside her back, with side bangs alongside her face reaching down to her neck.  In her hair she wore a simple blue headband to hold it in place.  She wore black, semi-rimmed glasses over her vibrant blue eyes.  Her outfit also stood out compared to that of other Pandora.  Compared to the vast majority of Pandora, this girl’s outfit was colored red instead of purple, tailored with golden accents and ending with a long dress reaching down to her shins, tipped with white ruffles at the end.  She wore crowned shoulder guards bearing the Genetics emblem, and the front of her dress had the front essentially removed, exposing this girl’s generous cleavage and further accentuating her prodigious bosom.  In place of dress shoes, she wore brown heeled boots with criss-cross lacing.  As for whether she wore stockings or not like the other Pandora, Kazuya couldn’t tell given the length of this girl’s long dress.  To summarize, she was basically wearing the same type of outfit as Kazuha, only hers was red instead of light blue.

From what Kazuya could discern of these two Pandora, the first one appeared outgoing and amicable in her demeanor while the second one appeared a bit nervous and introverted, though not hostile or guarded from what he could make of her.  He was thankful, given that if these two were to gang up on him, then he would be at their mercy unless Chiffon or Ticy rushed to his rescue in time.

“Well, umm,” replied Kazuya as he looked around his table.  Given the size of it, there would be plenty of room for these two as well as Chiffon and Ticy.

“I don’t mind if you want to take a seat,” continued Kazuya, “though I am waiting on two others once they are done getting their food.  I don’t think they’ll mind either.”

“Wonderful!” chimed the first of the two new Pandora.  “Then I shall happily take a seat here then.  Come on, Satellizer, grab a chair.”  The blue-haired Pandora motioned to her partner.  The blonde-haired girl nervously fidgeted her way over...and ended up planting herself directly to Kazuya’s right as she did so.  The first girl placed herself on Kazuya’s left side, which now placed the Limiter in close proximity between this new pair of lovely ladies towering over him as all three sat.

Given how close these girls were to Kazuya, he couldn’t help but feel his heartbeat pick up the pace a little bit and his pulse become just a tad more pronounced.  Being in such proximity of these girls, taking in the smorgasbord of their feminine figures - particularly their breasts - was making Kazuya a bit hot under the collar.  The one girl, Satellizer, had a massive pair of tits, but the other girl’s were certainly impressive enough on their own.  If these girls were the same size as Kazuya, he would have guessed that Satellizer’s breasts would have been in the F-cup range and the blue-haired girl’s were probably somewhere in the D-cup range...and given that these girls were basically twice Kazuya’s height (roughly speaking), their breasts were substantially bigger as a result, easily more than a handful from Kazuya’s point of view.

“So then, best we introduce ourselves,” began the blue-haired girl.  “My name is Rana Linchen, and I am a third-year Pandora from Tibet.  This is Satellizer L. Bridget,” said Rana gesturing to the blonde-haired beauty, "also a third-year, hailing from the United Kingdom.”

“H-hello,” replied Satellizer in a somewhat trembling voice as she looked down at Kazuya, with what Kazuya could have sworn was a blush on her cheeks.  From Kazuya’s perspective, it was rather odd to see a Pandora with a somewhat nervous disposition, given that she was no doubt far more physically stronger than him.  Given the size disparity between them, it was like a fully grown bull being nervous in the presence of a sheep.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Linchen, Miss L. Bridget.  I’m Kazuya Aoi, and I’m a freshman here at West Genetics, newly arrived.  In fact, it’s my first day on campus,” replied Kazuya.

“Well then,” continued Rana, “I certainly hope you enjoy yourself during your stay here.  If you have need of something, just ask and I’ll gladly assist where possible.”  If anything, Rana might just have an even bubblier disposition than Chiffon, given how cheery and upbeat she was in her demeanor and especially her tone of voice.

Speaking of Chiffon, the student council president had returned to the table with her tray, with Ticy right alongside her.

“Well now,” chirped Chiffon, “I see you’re making new friends already, Kazuya.”  A moment later, both Chiffon and Ticy took their seats at the opposite end of the table.  The seating arrangement from Kazuya’s perspective placed Rana on Kazuya’s left, followed by Ticy, Chiffon, and ending with Satellizer on Kazuya’s right.  Now in the presence of four Pandora once more, Kazuya felt even more like a small child among adults, given the company he was among.

“It’s good to see you, Miss President and Miss Vice President,” said Rana.  “So you two have already met Kazuya?”

“Indeed with have, Rana,” answered Ticy.  “We’ve been serving as Kazuya’s tour guides since his arrival here.”

“Now I’m a little jealous of you two,” continued Rana with a slight pout.  “I kind of want to tag along now and join the two of you, but I have a physical exam today that I can’t skip out on.  I’ll just have to catch up with you guys later in the week, I suppose.”

“There’ll be plenty of time to catch up, Rana.  Don’t worry too much about that,” replied Chiffon.

The assembly of ladies then went on about the day-to-day humdrum of life on campus, along with other topics which highschool-age girls tend to talk about.  Things like fashion, television shows, new kinds of foods to try, weightwatching, and the other typical kinds of subjects one would expect from young women in their mid-to-late teens.  Kazuya remained quite through the vast majority of it all as he listened to the Pandora talk among themselves...or more accurately, as he listened to Chiffon, Ticy, and Rana do most of the talking, as Satellizer was definitely the least talkative out of the four.

In fact, Kazuya couldn’t help but notice that Satellizer was pretty quiet throughout the entirety of the conversation.  As he glanced at her from time to time, he couldn’t help but notice that her focus appeared to be almost exclusively on Kazuya, with that distinct blush on her cheeks as she glanced at him.  It was rather adorable how she would quickly turn her face away to look elsewhere whenever he turned to look in her direction.

‘She seems rather shy,’ thought Kazuya as he analyzed Satellizer’s behavior.  ‘I’m not sure why she acts that way.  Does she get nervous around strangers or something?  Is it some kind of phobia of men?  I’ll see if I can do something about that.  Don’t want to be making enemies here, especially on my first day.’

“So, Miss Satellizer,” said Kazuya, feeling the need to break the ice, “anything you can tell me about West Genetics?  You’re a third-year and all, so what’s your take on the place?”

Even though it was a simple and humble enough of a question, the fact that Kazuya had called out Satellizer directly during the conversation was enough to have her taken aback.

“Oh...um...well, it’s...nice enough, I suppose,” replied Satellizer, struggling to keep eye contact with Kazuya as well as suppress her blush (which Kazuya could swear was becoming even more pronounced than before).  “I’ve only been here for two years, so I don’t know as much about the place as Chiffon or Ticy, but I haven’t had any problems with it.”

“Two years?” inquired Kazuya.  “But Rana said you’re a third-year student here.  I don’t get it.”

“Let me fill in the gaps,” Chiffon chimed in, helping to elaborate.  “Satellizer was initially enrolled at East Genetics during her freshman year, but at the start of her second year, she was transferred over to West Genetics.  That’s why she’s only been here for two years.”

“Oh...I see,” replied Kazuya.  “If it’s not too personal a topic, mind if I ask why the transfer?”

“Well...um...you see…I um…” Once again, Satellizer was fumbling with her words, struggling to bring herself to answer Kazuya’s question as she buried her face in the cheeseburger she was eating.

“It’s a bit of a long story,” answered Rana.  “The short version is that Satellizer had a bit of an incident at East Genetics which resulted in her being transferred here.  But before you make assumptions, it wasn’t her fault either.  It was actually at Satellizer’s own request that she be transferred.”

“And the powers that be within Genetics and Chevalier decided to honor her request,” added Chiffon, “with a little helpful persuasion from her family to boot.”

‘Her family?’ thought Kazuya.  ‘I’m guessing the Bridget family has some serious political pull then if they can simply make a transfer happen at their behest.  Reminds me of Gramps.’

“But enough of such things for the time being,” said Chiffon.  “Let’s wrap up our meal and then we can finish up the tour before seeing Kazuya off to the boys' dorms.”

“Sounds good to me,” added Ticy.

So it was that Kazuya and the four Pandora resumed their meal and once more engaged in everyday smalltalk for the remainder of their group lunchbreak.  It was during that time that Kazuya asked each Pandora to tell him a little bit about herself.  Throughout the course of the conversation, Kazuya had learned a little something about each of the four ladies gathered:

• Chiffon Fairchild: 17 years old, 10 feet 11 inches tall, hails from Canada (specifically the province of Quebec), favorite foods include sweets (especially chiffon cake), hobbies include napping (which she claims is good for one’s skin) and watching movies, student council president and ranked 1st among third-year Pandora
• Ticy Phenyl:  17 years old, 11 feet tall, hails from Finland, favorite foods include sweets (particularly blueberry pie), hobbies include taking care of her pet turtle (named Tii), student council vice-president and ranked 3rd among third-year Pandora
• Rana Linchen: 18 years old, 10 feet 9 inches tall, hails from Tibet, favorite foods include all types of pasta dishes, hobbies include model craft assembly and martial arts training, hails from the Kunlun clan back in her homeland, ranked 5th among third-year Pandora
• Satellizer L. Bridget: 17 years old, 11 feet tall, hails from the United Kingdom, has an older sister (who is also a Pandora and working as an instructor at West Genetics) and also a younger half-brother, hobbies include knitting and shopping, favorite foods include burgers and other meat dishes, ranked 4th among third-year Pandora

“Wow,” said Kazuya.  “It’s rather humbling to be sitting among four of the top five ranked Pandora here at this school.  It kind of makes me a little nervous to be in the presence of such powerful individuals.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about rankings or titles among us, Kazuya,” replied Chiffon.  “As far as I’m concerned, just consider us your fellow classmates and guardians during your time here at West Genetics.  I like to think that Ticy and the others are in agreement with me on that.”

“Why of course, Chiffon,” replied Ticy.

“Yes, indeed,” said Rana.

“Yeah,” nodded Satellizer, still blushing all the while.

“Oh, and by the way, Satellizer,” continued Chiffon, “if you like Kazuya, then just tell him, alright?  I promise, he won't bite or anything.”  Clearly Chiffon decided to clear the air and have a little fun at Satellizer’s expense.  Satellizer in turn practically gagged on her soda after hearing this, with her blush increasing by several notches by this point, painting her cheeks a rather intense shade of rose.

“So, you like Kazuya then too, do you, Satellizer?” inquired Rana with a grin.  “I mean, I had already made up my mind the moment I spotted him.  Kunlun’s tears had informed me as much that he was a worthy partner, but to think that you felt the same way too.  I suppose the saying “Great minds think alike” is true now and then, huh?”

“Indeed they do, Rana,” Chiffon responded with a grin.  “Though to be fair, you’ll have to be willing to share, of course.  And just so you know, Ticy and I have already let him know where we stand on things.”  Ticy nodded in agreement to Chiffon’s declaration.

Immediately, this turn in the conversation brought Kazuya back to the kisses he received from both Chiffon and Ticy just before entering the food court.  That recollection brought a blush on Kazuya’s face, especially since he wasn’t expecting the conversation to suddenly shift onto Pandoras taking a direct romantic interest in him, at least not in such an “out of the blue” kind of manner.

“Oh, I understand,” said Rana with equal parts calm and confidence in her tone.  “Just know that I intend to make the most of my time with him when it’s just the two of us...though I wouldn’t mind if Satellizer wanted to join in from time-to-time.”  Once again, Satellizer buried her face into her food, with her blush now raging intensely upon her lovely, angelic features.  It was rather adorable to see such a busty beauty act with such childlike, innocent embarrassment when it came to matters of love and intimacy.

It was at this point that Chiffon got out of her seat and walked over towards Kazuya.  Upon being directly in his presence, Chiffon got down on bended knee and leaned in so that her face was just inches away from Kazuya’s.  It was apparent that what Chiffon was about to say to Kazuya was for his ears alone.

“By the way, Kazuya,” whispered Chiffon, “in case you were wondering, Satellizer has been crushing on you pretty hard.  I know the two of you have just met, but something I feel the need to inform you regarding Satellizer.”

“And...what is that?” inquired Kazuya with genuine confusion and curiosity.

“In pretty much the case of ALL Pandora, whenever they find a partner whom they are greatly interested in, they usually tend to go “into heat,” as the saying goes in the animal kingdom.  And in Satellizer’s case, she’s the type of Pandora who becomes VERY timid and nervous when she sees someone she's into, which I’ve noticed is how she’s been acting around you.”  Chiffon finished with a smile.

“You’re kidding,” said Kazuya with subdued shock in his voice.

“Trust me, I’ve seen that type of reaction in Pandoras who find their preferred Limiter before,” said Chiffon with outright confidence.  “I’ve been here long enough to tell when a delicate type like Satellizer finds her preferred partner, and she’s been eyeing you with a puppy-dog stare and a raging blush ever since she laid eyes on you.  She’s got a bad case of lovesickness for you, Kazuya, so please, be gentle with her.”  The whole time, Chiffon had that trademark smile of hers as she spoke before standing upright once more.

And so it was that Kazuya now found himself in the presence of four Pandora who had taken an outright interest in him, and it was still his first day on campus.

‘Seriously,’ thought Kazuya in the aftermath of this newfound revelation.  ‘It’s like these girls are practically throwing themselves at me.  This has to be some kind of perverted dream.  No way something like this happens right off the bat.’

As if fate decided to clear Kazuya’s mind of whatever doubts that this was an illusion, he suddenly found himself in shadow as something closed in on him, violating his personal space from his right side.  He turned in said direction to see a gargantuan pair of breasts just inches away from his face, followed by a strikingly beautiful face with golden blonde hair, rich blue eyes and enticingly soft, pink lips.

“I’m sorry about this,” said Satellizer in a trembling voice, “but I just...can’t control myself,”

A second later, Kazuya’s mouth was engulfed by the busty Pandora’s lips as she went to town on his mouth, using her tongue to invade it with powerful gusto.  Kazuya was alarmed, yet he couldn’t bring himself to fight back and push against Satellizer (even if he wanted to, which was the exact opposite of what he was feeling at that moment).  Embracing the heat of the moment, Kazuya returned the kiss, and was rewarded by having his hands grabbed at the wrist and placed upon extremely soft mounds of flesh.  It didn’t take Kazuya long to realize that Satellizer had decided to guide his hands to her bosom during the makeout session and basically direct him to massage and fondle her breasts while they were engaged in a tongue war.

After a good thirty seconds of the smooch-and-fondle-fest, Kazuya and Satlellizer came up for air, with both of them blushing from the heat-of-the-moment intimacy they just experienced.  Before either could voice a verbal response to what just happened, they were interrupted by someone else.

“Hey, no fair, Satellizer,” pouted Rana.  “If you’re gonna be sneaky like that, then I’m going to play dirty too.”  A moment later, Kazuya found his head being redirected as a massive hand gently guided him towards his left, whereupon his lips were assaulted once more, this time by Rana.

Just like Satellizer, Rana declared war on Kazuya’s mouth and began a series of tongue-play with a mix of sucking and deep inhaling while she did so.  Also like Satellizer, Rana guided Kazuya’s hands to her own breasts, which while not as large as Satellizer’s breasts, were still off-the-charts big from Kazuya’s perspective.  They were perhaps a bit more firm in comparison, given that Rana had a slightly leaner and firmer figure, but they were no less tantalizingly pleasurable to the touch.

“By the way [smooch] Kazuya [smooch]” said Rana during her own makeout session with the freshman Limiter.

“Yes [smooch] Rana?” replied Kazuya.

“Satellizer [smooch] is very [smooch] sensitive [smooch] in the [smooch] breast area,” explained Rana during the makeout session.

‘So that’s why she guided my hands to her bosom,’ thought Kazuya.  If the moaning and inhaling was anything to go by, that would explain why Satellizer showed such gusto in the makeout session once she guided Kazuya’s hands to her breasts.

“Now, now ladies,” interrupted Chiffon, “while I can appreciate the blossoming of young love before me, it’s probably best that we wrap this up before you end up causing a scene.  Save the kinkier stuff for the bedroom and all that, okay?”

Though neither Satellizer nor Rana wanted to relent, given how much the two of them were “in heat” at that moment, they eventually saw reason and finished off their back-and-forth makeout session with Kazuya.  Finishing up their meals, the group put their trays away and got ready to part ways, but not before Kazuya got one last piece of information from all four ladies:

• Chiffon’s measurements: 5’4”, 3’8”, 5’6”; (D-cup)
• Ticy’s measurements: 5’6”, 3’10”, 5’8”; (D-cup)
• Rana’s measurements: 5’4”, 3’8”, 5’6”; (D-cup)
• Satellizer’s measurements: 6’, 3’8”, 5’8”; (F-cup)

[*To clarify, the BHW measurements are the girls at their current sizes, and I decided to convert metric into American units of feet and inches. I used the GTS Converter - https://www.giantessworld.net/convertor.html - and measurements I found on https://freezing.fandom.com/wiki/Freezing_Wiki to come to these numbers.  And as for cup size regarding each Pandora's bosom, assuming they were normally sized instead of twice their regular heights, that's merely an educated guess on my part.  I know it's a little weird to be throwing this in; just an impulse on my part.]

It seemed that these girls were DEFINITELY interested in Kazuya becoming their prospective partner, if the last hour or so was anything to go by.  As Kazuya proceeded to follow Chiffon and Ticy out the doors and back onto the campus grounds, he shot on last look at Satellizer and Rana, both of whom had rather dreamy looks in their eyes as they stared at Kazuya.  From what Kazuya could discern in that moment, it was pretty apparent that both of those girls had a pretty severe case of lovesickness for him, especially Satellizer.

“Well now, aren’t you turning into the little casanova, you,” teased Chiffon as the trio proceeded out the doors and back onto the campus grounds.

“Well, it’s not like I told them to kiss me or anything like that,” replied Kazuya with slight embarrassment and a blush on his face.

“Oh I’m just teasing you, Kazuya,” replied Chiffon with a chuckle.  “Anyways, let’s wrap our little tour up and see you off to your room at the dorms, shall we?”

And with that, the trio began walking once more towards the boys' dorms.

As the day was coming to an end and the sun was initiating its steady descent over the horizon, Kazuya took a moment to reflect on his first day at West Genetics.  He had now met the headmistress of the academy, gotten reacquainted with his big sister, witnessed live footage of two Carnivals, had the pleasure of meeting both the student council president and vice president, and…oh yeah, gotten REALLY intimate with four of the third-year Pandoras both before and during a brief lunch break.

That last little tidbit of information lingered in Kazuya’s mind the longest.  After all, how many guys can boast about making out and getting fresh with four lovely young ladies in the span of an hour or two?  And especially with someone like Satellizer L. Bridget of all people?  The girl was a walking wet dream come to life, especially with such enticing curves and breasts that were just so damn big, even relative to her towering 11 foot tall form.  

The one thing that threw Kazuya off about the girl was her temperament:  With a beauty that could render one breathless and the raw power she most assuredly possessed as a Pandora (the 4th-ranked among her class no less), Kazuya would have expected Satellizer to have a rather commanding presence.  Yet from what he had seen of the young lady, she was rather timid and reserved, bordering on outright nervous.  In Kazuya’s eyes, Satellizer was basically like a sheep in her temperament - docile, shy, and rather non-aggressive, if not pacifistic.  It was quite the clash between her demeanor and the power she most assuredly possessed, like a giant being afraid of its own size and strength.  Such a contradiction Kazuya couldn’t help but find cute…even somewhat attractive in a way of looking at it.

“So then,” said Chiffon as she and Ticy walked alongside Kazuya, flanking him once more as the trio strolled along, “what do you think of your first day at West Genetics, Kazuya?”

The newly arrived freshman took a pause to think about how to answer.  After a good ten seconds or so, Kazuya responded.

“It’s definitely a lot to take in, Miss Chiffon,” answered Kazuya.  “There certainly was a lot to see.  I’m guessing that most incoming freshmen don’t get the kind of tour that I got.”

“I’d have to agree with you there, Kazuya,” answered Chiffon, keeping that trademark smile of hers on her face the whole time while she spoke.  “It’s rather uncommon for incoming Limiters to witness a Carnival, at least not live footage of one while it is happening.”

“Then of course, there was that little fun moment in the cafeteria involving both Satellizer and Rana,” added Ticy with a grin of her own.

“Don’t forget you and me as well in that little episode,” replied Chiffon with a grin as she turned her attention to her fellow classmate.

‘What is with these girls?’ thought Kazuya as they walked.  ‘I’ve never met a woman who is so open about being so damn flirty in public, and so far I’ve run in four of them.  Is this school chock full of girls who don’t mind being upfront when it comes to talking about getting fresh?’

After touring the campus for another hour or so, being directed to various school buildings here and there (including the gymnasium, medical center, assembly hall, campus swimming pool, and other buildings one would expect to find on a school campus), the tour was coming to its conclusion, with Kazuya and his escorts arriving just outside of the Limiter dormitories.

While expecting the boys’ dormitory to be exclusively sized for regular-sized humans, Kazuya was surprised to find out that the building was designed to accommodate Pandora as well as Limiters.  When asking Chiffon and Ticy why the dorms were constructed that way, Kazuya was given a somewhat surprising answer.

“In case a Pandora needs to make her way inside the building of course,” replied Chiffon.  “It would be rather tedious having to navigate the halls and rooms in a crouched position while inside.”

“But, aren’t the boys’ dorms reserved for…well, boys only?” asked Kazuya, feeling the need to state the obvious.

“I suppose that’s a fair assumption under normal circumstances,” answered Ticy.  “However, this being a Genetics facility, it’s basically a necessity that Pandoras, whether they are students or faculty, have easy access to the Limiter dormitories if the event requires our presence.”

“And under what kind of circumstances would those be?” asked Kazuya with equal parts confusion and curiosity.

“Well,” began Chiffon, “if say for instance a Pandora needed to make her way inside the dorms to escort a Limiter, or was required to assist in removing a Limiter who was acting aggressively towards school rules and general order, then it would be ideal that the facilities be large enough to accommodate her.”

“Acting aggressively?” inquired Kazuya.

“While Pandoras tend to make up the majority of bullies at Genetics facilities,” responded Ticy, “there have been the rare occurrences where a Limiter is acting up as a bad faith actor.  Whether that involves making threats towards fellow students and faculty, regular violations of campus protocol, or anything else that would warrant punishment in one form or another, it is seen as ideal to have the facility built for a Pandora to have easy access to navigate the rooms and hallways if the situation requires it.”

“But isn’t that playing things kind of close to risky?” asked Kazuya.  “You two mentioned how Pandoras are restricted from engaging in any physical harm against a Limiter.  So if a Pandora was to take action against a Limiter, wouldn’t she be in danger of being reprimanded for doing so?”

“As long as she is in the right, then it’s not really a problem,” answered Chiffon.  “While Pandoras are expected to refrain from outright violence against Limiters, Limiters in turn are expected to show the same respect towards Pandoras.  We may be bigger than you little guys, but that doesn’t mean that Limiters are given a pass to take advantage of us or outright harm us in turn.”

“In short, it’s a system of mutual respect designed between both groups,” added Ticy.  “If a Pandora attacks a Limiter without justification, she is punished for it.  Likewise, if a Limiter tries to pull something slick or devious against a Pandora, or anybody else for that matter, then likewise he is punished as well.  Think of it like a ‘balance of power’ sort of relationship if you will.”

‘I guess that kind of makes sense,’ thought Kazuya upon hearing all of this.  After all, if Pandoras were strictly forbidden from laying hands on a Limiter no matter what the circumstances were, then a rogue Limiter might take advantage of that hypothetical scenario and do whatever he pleased to a Pandora as a result.  So long as neither Pandora nor Limiter outright attacked the other, then theoretically there was nothing to worry about.  Of course, there will always be bullies, even at a Genetics facility, so it was only natural to assume that there would be the occasional bad actor among both Pandoras and Limiters.

“Well then, it looks like our tour has come to an end,” declared Chiffon, “Any questions or concerns you have before we take our leave, Kazuya?”

“Nothing that I can think of,” replied Kazuya before changing course a moment later.  “Oh wait, now that you mention it,  there is one thing that comes to mind.”

“And what would that be?” asked Chiffon as she leaned forward, casting Kazuya in her shadow.

“Will I be given a student ID card and schedule within the next day or two?” asked Kazuya.  “Given that I’m a fresh arrival, I’d wager that I would get those sorts of things relatively soon.”

“Oh yes, now that you mention it,” replied Chiffon as she reached into Kazuya’s suitcase (which she was still holding up until that point).  Upon opening the zipper, she briefly rummaged through the contents within until she found what she was looking for.  A moment later, she presented it to Kazuya.

“Sister Margaret gave this to me to give to you.  I meant to do so earlier, but I got so caught up in giving the tour that it slipped my mind, so I stashed it in your suitcase in case I forgot to give it to you.  This is your student ID card.  Keep it on at all times during your time here at West Genetics.  Aside from presenting your identification, it also serves as an access key to your dorm room as well as an on-campus credit card for goods and services here at West Genetics.”  Upon finishing her explanation, Chiffon handed the card to Kazuya.

“Really?” asked Kazuya with some degree of surprise.  “Guess I better not lose it then.”  He proceeded to slip the card into his wallet right there and then.

“And as for your scheduling and where to go, that’ll be taken care of tomorrow,” answered Chiffon.  “Just come find either me or Ticy and we’ll help move things along on that topic.  Though from what I’ve seen, I’m sure that Satellizer, Rana, and Miss Kazuha would be happy to help in that regard as well, should Ticy or I be unavailable.”  Chiffon ended on that note with a giggle, which was seconded by Ticy with her own giggle in turn.

Kazuya was cognizant enough as to what the class president was alluding to.  Once again, he was somewhat disarmed by how forward the girls at this academy could be when it came to things of a more flirtatious nature.  Aside from his big sister, he had not met any other woman who was so direct and blunt in expressing romantic interest so damn quickly.  And lo and behold, this place seemed to have PLENTY of women who were exactly of that very temperament.

“Well umm, thank you very much, Miss Fairchild, Miss Phenyl,” replied Kazuya.  “I guess I’ll be heading off then and get familiar with my new room and all.”  As Kazuya turned to make his way towards the entrance, he was stopped just a second later by a delicate female hand descending on his shoulder, which happened to be Chiffon’s.

“Oh, hold on,” said Chiffon, “I almost forgot something else.  If you don’t mind, would you give us your phone number?”

“Huh?” said Kazuya, somewhat surprised by the request.  Normally in matters of intimacy between men and women, it’s usually the boys who would ask for the girls’ phone number, not the other way around.

“Your phone number,” repeated Chiffon.  “It would be handy to have so that we can keep in touch with you, and so that you can call us if you require assistance with something here on campus.”

“Yes, indeed,” chimed in Ticy.  “It would certainly be a handy thing for us to have, especially if something urgent were to happen during your time here.”

While he was surprised at how earnest and direct these women could be, Kazuya saw the logic in their reasoning and went along with their request.  A moment later, he gave his cell phone number to the pair of Pandora who stood before him.  After giving his phone number a test dial, both Chiffon and Ticy parted ways with Kazuya, but not before giving him a goodbye kiss in the process.

Though there was no tongue involved in this round of kissing, the experience was no less stimulating.  Once again, Kazuya was caught off guard when Chiffon descended upon him and gave him a firm yet gentle smooch which lasted for a good 20 or 30 seconds, which was followed in turn by a kiss from Ticy which lasted at around the same length of time.

‘Really,’ thought Kazuya in that moment of being caught unaware, ‘these girls seem to have no problem with getting fresh whenever the mood suits them.  Other guys would probably see this as a wet dream come to life.’

“Alright then, Kazuya,” said Chiffon as she waved goodbye, “we’ll catch up with you tomorrow then.”

“Have a good night, Kazuya,” added Ticy, also waving as she left.

Bringing his fingers to his lips, Kazuya was still registering the latest round of kissing which he had just experienced.  His first day at West Genetics was coming to an end and he had locked lips with four different women already (five if he included Kazuha, though in fairness that was a welcome kiss in which Kazuya initiated).  Some might view Kazuya as becoming something akin to a playboy, though if what Chiffon and Ticy told him was true, then virtually every Limiter at Genetics facilities was a playboy with his own harem of Pandora, some of them going into the double-digit range.

‘Alright, enough daydreaming, Kazuya,’ the boy mentally told himself, ‘you need to start unpacking and getting ready for tomorrow.  You’ve come to this place for a reason after all, the old man’s insistence notwithstanding.’

To be to the point, Kazuya enrolled at West Genetics in part because his grandfather kept pushing the issue rather fervently.  While Kazuya didn’t outright hate the man, he was reluctant to go along with whatever his grandfather desired, given that he always assumed that Gengo Aoi was acting with some kind of ulterior motive.  After months of insistent badgering, Kazuya finally relented and accepted enrollment at West Genetics.

Of course, there were other reasons Kazuya decided to enroll as a Limiter for Genetics as well.  For one thing, he was quite aware of how dire the situation was regarding the Nova threat.  Given that Pandoras and their Limiters were the only real defense which the human race had at its disposal in driving off the Nova, Kazuya believed that if it was within his power to aid in that cause, then he should do everything in his power to play his part in protecting the human race and its very way of life.

The other reason which motivated Kazuya to enroll at Genetics was so that he could be closer to his big sister Kazuha.  After her near-death encounter with the Nova, Kazuya was so shaken and rattled at the idea of forever losing Kazuha in the on-and-off war between mankind and the Nova.  In fact, Kazuya insisted that he be enrolled at the same Genetics facility as Kazuha, to which Gengo Aoi was only too happy to make so.  Most likely, the patriarch of the Aoi clan wanted to keep a close eye on both of his grandchildren, so what better way than to have them both enrolled at the same Genetics academy, and in Japan on all places (given that Gengo chose to keep residency in his home nation).

Kazuya proceeded to make his way into the dormitories, taking in the sight of everything before him.  It was pretty much what one could expect to find in a dormitory.  There was a large common room area with vending machines, pool tables, a large screen television in the corner, a mailroom area for all incoming and outgoing packages and mail, a few sofas and single-seat recliners here and there alongside small tables, and a corkboard with numerous posted announcements for everyday campus activities and general correspondence.

After perusing the common room, Kazuya made his way towards his own personal room, checking his ID card on the off chance it had that information printed on it.  Sure enough, it was there alongside a recent photo of Kazuya’s face and his student ID number.

“Room A1” read Kazuya off of his ID card.

Proceeding down the hallways and reading the signs designating which halls housed which specific dorm bedrooms, Kazuya soon enough found his room.  Inserting his ID card, Kazuya was rewarded with a green light emitting from the sensor on the automatic lock and a click indicating his door was now unlocked.  Kazuya made his way inside and took in the view of his new residency.

Like the rest of the boys’ dormitories, Kazuya’s room was rather typical.  There was a standard full-sized bed in the room, complete with sheets, blankets, and pillows already laid out for Kazuya.  The room had a private adjoining bathroom, a closet, a personal AC unit, a television, a window, a plain wooden dresser, a ceiling fan, a mini-fridge, and a private desk with accompanying chair, desk drawers, and miniature lamp.  The window had a standard set of blinds, the floor was completely covered in dark blue carpeting, the bed had a modest nightstand next to it (with an alarm clock sitting atop it already), and the walls were colored in a neutral shade of tan.  

All in all, Kazuya’s bedroom was rather average to the typical spectator, and that was how Kazuya preferred it.  While he certainly didn’t mind having access to the finer things in life, he didn’t want to be spoiled by being showered with accommodations that were far beyond what the other boys at West Genetics had for their own dwelling spaces, especially not right off the bat, being a newly arrived freshman.  After all, Kazuya loathed the idea of hiding behind his family name to be given extra perks and special treatment over others.

Affter unpacking his suitcase and putting away all of his clothes, toiletries, and other personal belongings in their proper place within his dorm room, Kazuya fell back against the mattress on his bed.  Taking a few deep breaths, Kazuya exhaled as he dwelled on the events of his first day at West Genetics.  While it was certainly a lot to take in, especially with regards to touring the campus grounds and witnessing exactly what the Carnival was, Kazuya’s mind couldn’t help but linger on the more intimate moments of his opening tour, in particular the smooching episodes he had experienced with not one, but FOUR Pandora right off the bat.  The recollection of those kissing bouts brought a blush to Kazuya’s cheeks as his face warmed up from revisiting the memory of those kissing sessions.

All of the girls were great kissers, but out of the four of them, Kazuya felt that Satellizer was the most intense in her smoochfest when she took her turn with him.  In a way, the girl was sort of a paradox.  She was a towering beauty with a killer figure (especially in the breast department), yet she came off as shy and introverted.  She appeared timid and nervous when first spotting Kazuya, yet she was bold enough to make the first move on him and initiate a kiss with him, as well as guide him into straight-up groping and caressing her bosom.  Her very presence exuded might and raw power (given that she was ranked 4th in her class), yet her demeanor was that of delicate lamb.  In short, Satellizer’s very nature baffled Kazuya.  Though it confused him, it also turned Kazuya on, in a manner of speaking.  It certainly didn’t turn him off or away from Satellizer, that much was certain.

“Wonder if we’ll get to see each other more often,” muttered Kazuya in his period of recollection.  After all, Kazuya was a freshman and Satellizer was in the 3rd-year class, so it would only be logical that the two of them would main keep to socializing among their own respective grade levels.  The same would probably said for the other Pandora who Kazuya had met so far.  He might occasionally meet up with Chiffon or Ticy since they were members of the student council, but beyond that, he figured that seeing them regularly would be highly unlikely.

There was also that Rana girl who Kazuya met alongside Satellizer.  The cheery Tibetan girl certainly left an impression on Kazuya as well.  She definitely wasn’t shy about showing interest in him right off the bat.  The fact that she dove in for a kiss right after Satellizer finished her kiss with Kazuya pretty much said it all.

“Almost seems like that ‘love at first sight’ cliche you read about in fairy tales,” muttered Kazuya.  “If I end up running into either of those two [meaning Rana and Satellizer], I wonder if they’ll try to sneak another kiss in without warning, or maybe something even more steamy.”  Given the interaction Kazuya had with the latest pair of Pandora he had met so far, it might have been a fair assumption for either of them to simply snatch up Kazuya, find a stall in the ladies restroom, lock the door, and get lost in a sea of kinkiness and pleasure right there and then.

Ironically enough, as Kazuya was thinking on these matters, his cell phone suddenly went of with a text notification.  Upon cheking his phone, Kazuya saw that he had received three texts in total: one from Chiffon, one from Ticy, and one from Rana.

“Hope you’ve enjoyed your first day here at West Genetics!  Looking forward to assisting you further with getting accommodate during your stay here.  If you have questions, need assistance, or just want to talk, feel free to give me a call or text.  Get some sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow!” read Chiffon’s text.

“It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kazuya.  Should you have questions or concerns, please to not hesitate to call me.  I will be happy to assist in any way possible with whatever issues you might experience during your stay here.  Chiffon and I will catch up with you tomorrow morning to help finalize your transfer to West Genetics.  Have a good night and we’ll see you then.” read Ticy’s text message.

“Hello there!  If this is Kazuya I’m texting, I just wanted to wish you a good night and to say that it was truly a delight to meet you.  I can tell that you’re going to make an excellent addition here at West Genetics.  If possible, I’d like for us to get together sometime soon within the next few days so that we may get to know each other better.  Feel free to text me whenever you’re available.  Until then, sweet dreams and hope to see you soon!  PS: And in case if you were wondering, both Satellizer and I got your phone number from Chiffon ad Ticy.” read Rana’s text.

“Well, that was fast,” muttered Kazuya at the texts he received.  While he pondered why he didn’t receive a text from Satellizer, Kazuya reasoned that it could be one of any number of things as to why she didn’t text him.  Maybe she didn’t use a cell phone regularly or perhaps she was too shy or nervous to send a text, or perhaps she was busy with something and didn’t have the time to do so right at the moment.  In the end, he decided it was best not to ponder or dwell too much on such things.  Surely, he was bound to run into Satellizer sooner or later, so there was no need to rush things.

As the sun was finishing its descent over the horizon and the dark of night fell upon the land, Kazuya changed out of his school uniform, took a brief shower, brushed his teeth, and changed into a set of pajamas he had brought along.  After checking his alarm clock and setting it properly, Kazuya fell into bed, surprised at how soft and delicate the covers were that came with his bedding as he nodded off into deep slumber.

“Kazuya,” called out a voice in the dark.  “Oh Kazuya,” repeated the voice, elongating the first “a” in Kazuya’s name with an increase in tonal pitch, denoting a playful nature.  “Wake up, sleepy head.”

Kazuya stirred awake, his eyes fluttering as he got his bearings.  He quickly scanned around his room and found that he was lying in bed.  Judging from the lack of light outside, it must have still been dark, probably the middle of the night.  Upon fully awakening, Kazuya immediately became all the more alert to find the source of the voice which woke him up.

The one speaking to him was Chiffon Fairchild.  While realizing that the student council president was in his dorm room, that wasn’t the most shocking part of the situation in which Kazuya found himself in.  There were two distinct things about what was currently happening in Kazuya’s bedroom.

The first one was that it wasn’t just Chiffon in Kazuya’s room.  She was also accompanied by Ticy Phenyl, Rana Linchen, and Satellizer L. Bridget alongside her.  The presence of all four girls in Kazuya’s room made the size difference all the more apparent between themselves and Kazuya.  For as accomodating as his bedroom was, the ceilings were no higher than nine feet tall from what Kazuya could discern, so all four women were hunched over with their heads brushing up against the ceiling.  Also with four Pandora in a Limiter’s bedroom, their presence was making Kazuya feel rather crowded.  Limiter rooms were simply not built to accommodate women of such a scale.

The second surprising part of this little late night room visit was that all four women in the room were currently naked.

Even with the lack of lighting within the room, Kazuya could make out the fine details on all four womens’ lovely figures.  The curves of their waistlines, the firmness of their abdomens and thighs, the swell of their bosoms (especially Satellizers), the semi-erectness of their nipples, the finely groomed patches of hair where their lovely legs met at the crotch.  Everything about them was so damn enticingly erotic, and all four of them were gathered in Kazuya’s room.  It didn’t take a genius to figure out just what they were here for, especially with the dreamy look in their eyes as they peered down over their bosoms at Kazuya while he lay in bed.

“Uhh, Miss President,” said Kazuya at a loss for words given what he had woken up to, “what are you all doing in my room?”

“Please Kazuya, just Chiffon will do,” replied the girl with that trademark grin of hers.  “No need for titles.  And as to what we’re doing here, isn’t it obvious?”

“B-but, how exactly did you get in here?” asked Kazuya.

“Well, given the status of both Chiffon and myself,” answered Ticy, “as members of the student council, we have the authority to enter most on-campus buildings.  Of course, even if we didn’t have the authority to do so, we could simply break down a door or two if necessary.  We ARE Pandora after all.”  Ticy finished her explanation with a humble chuckle.

“I called Rana and Satellizer and told them what we were planning on doing,” resumed Chiffon.  “Needless to say, they were on board with my proposal.”

“B-b-but, if someone were to come by here, and if they saw what was going on, it could cause problems, even a scandal on campus,” countered Kazuya, trying not to stare at all the young, supple flesh which was presented to him like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Oh, we’re not concerned about such things, Kazuya,” replied Rana, “though it is sweet of you to worry about that sort of stuff.”

“Even so, I don’t think that what you ladies are getting ready to do is a good idea,” answered Kazuya, doing his best to not let temptation take over.

“Sorry Kazuya,” answered Satellizer, coming forward and positioning herself at the head of the group of Pandora until she was smack-dab in Kazuya’s face, her spectacular breasts bouncing and swaying all the while as she walked.  “But we’re big girls with needs, and right now, we need some loving from you…and we’re not taking no for an answer.”

“She’s right, Kazuya,” added Rana with a smirk.

“Indeed, there’s simply no other option than this course,” declared Chiffon.  “As student council president, I hereby declare that you ravish all of us until the morning and perhaps even into the next night.”

“I second that motion, Madam President,” added Ticy as Chiffon’s wingwoman.

Not a second later, all four women began to descend on Kazuya, stripping him of his clothes.  While they could have simply torn them off within seconds, they were surprisingly gentle in their touch; perhaps insistent, but gentle all the same.  For his part, Kazuya was torn between trying to stop their advances and letting things take their course.  After all, how many guys can say that they were party to a five-way on their first night as a new student on campus.  Of course, even if Kazuya insisted on stopping these women, he figured that it would have been a futile effort, given that every one of them was around twice his height with more power in their bodies than Kazuya could hope to fight off.

As Satellizer finished off the last of Kazuya’s wardrobe by pulling off his boxers and taking in the sight of his member, now fully erect in the response to the sudden twist in the situation, all four Pandora took in the sight of it with a mix of hunger and awe.  Kazuya could have sworn that all of them were licking their lips with bated breath and strong, primal yearning.

“Am I…going to be enough?” asked Kazuya.  Given the company he was in, he couldn’t help but feel inadequate, wondering if he would be able to satisfy any of these lovely ladies who stood before him, let alone ALL four of them.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Kazuya-kun,” replied Chiffon with natural calmness in her voice.  “You have nothing to feel ashamed of.  Just let your big sisters take it from here.”

“Exactly,” added Ticy.  “If you’re worried about whether you can satisfy and please us, then let us clear your mind of any doubts or worries on that subject.”

A moment later, both Chiffon and Ticy began running their tongues along Kazuya’s privates, both his shaft and his ballsack.  From Kazuya’s perspective, it was bliss beyond description.  The feeling of two Pandora initiating foreplay-themed fellatio (or was it fellatio-themed foreplay?) was overwhelming Kazuya with waves of pleasure.  It took everything within him not to prematurely ejaculate right there and then.

As Kazuya took in deep breaths, he was suddenly cut off by a pair of lips enveloping his mouth.  Blinking rapidly in surprise, Kazuya was greeter with the sight of long, golden blonde hair.  Knowing it was Satellizer (and surprised at her boldness in initiating the kiss), Kazuya returned the favor and initiated a tongue war with the busty blonde beauty.  While that was going on, Satellizer had guided one of Kazuya’s hands to her bosom, clearly wanting to caress the gigantic mound and stimulate her slowly engorging nipple, with the tip becoming freshly erect.

While Kazuya was kissing and fondling Satellizer’s stupendous mounds, he found his other hand being guided to a different set of breasts while his neck and torso were being peppered with with ticklish sucking motions.  Sure enough, Kazuya’s suspicions were confirmed in learning that Rana had decided to join in and have Kazuya fondle her bosom with his other arm while both kissing and licking his entire body between his head and his waistline.  Under the circumstances as they currently were, Satellizer called dibs on Kazuya’s head, Rana got the neck all the way down to the waistline, and Chiffon and Ticy got everything else from the crotch on down.

By this point, Kazuya was in a state of pure bliss.  The only struggle involved was trying to hold on as long as possible and not cum right there and then.  He didn’t want to disappoint his partners after all and come off (pun intended) as a ‘two-pump chump’.  One minute turned into two, then three, then five.  The makeout session was going well underway, with the state of things in the room getting hot and heavy.  Chiffon and Ticy took turns with Kazuya’s member, licking, kissing, and sucking it back and forth between the two of them.  While that was going on, Satellizer and Rana switched back and forth, with one of them hardcore French kissing Kazuya while the other kissed and licked his neck and torso every which way, running her tongue over it as seductively as she could, all while guiding Kazuya’s hands along the smooth curvature of her respective bosom, with regular emphasis on stimulating the nipple every few seconds.

As the makeout session was about to move to the next level and start getting deep into “R-rated” territory, there was a sudden opening of a door which had alerted all five occupants of the bedroom.  A moment later, the newest arrival to Kazuya’s bedroom had crossed the threshold and walked directly into the room, her dark silk-like hair brushing against the ceiling as she walked in bent at the neck, waistline, and knees.

Lo and behold, Kazuya was greeted by the sight of none other than his big sister, Kazuha Aoi, now standing before the assembled five-way orgy taking place in the vicinity of Kazuya’s bed.  For his part, Kazuya stared at his older sister with a “deer in the headlights” expression on his face.  Right there and then, he thought Kazuha was going to thrash either himself, the girls around him, or the whole damn lot of them.  Given her size and power as an instructor at West Genetics, he figured that the scene in his bedroom was going to go from heavenly to hell-on-earth in a matter of seconds.

To his surprise, Kazuya is taken aback when his big sister simply sighs and opens her mouth with the following:  “Honestly, you girls decide to have an orgy and you didn’t invite me?  That’s rather inconsiderate, don’t you think?”

A moment later, Kazuha Aoi begins disrobing, dropping her outfit to the floor.  In less than thirty seconds, she removes her dress, stockings, boots, and underwear and bears forth her naked form, with her own spectacular set of breasts rivaling Satellizers in the size department.  She then proceeds to place her hands underneath Kazuya’s armpits and lift him out of his bed before laying against the floor on her own back.  Apparently, Kazuha decided to become Kazuya’s bed as she laid her little brother against her stomach with his head nestled between her colossal boobs.

“Ready, Little Brother?” asked Kazuha with a rather dreamy look in her eyes.  “You’re big sister needs some loving right now, so I need you to tend to my needs right now, understand?  It’s your duty as a Limiter after all to see to it that you satisfy your partner.”  Kazuya looked Kazuha in her eyes, knowing that she was being more teasing than serious in what she had just said.  Like the other Pandora, Kazuha was simply stating her intentions as to what she had planned on doing to/with Kazuya, though there was no indication that she would be rough or demanding on Kazuya’s part in what was about to occur.

“Well then, ladies,” said Kazuha, “would you care to join me?  After all, it’s the duty of the Big Sisters to make sure the Little Brothers ‘needs’ are met and all, and we wouldn’t want to leave a bad impression on my own little brother now, would we?”

“Yes, Big Sister Kazuha,” said the other four Pandora in unison.

With that, Kazuya found himself being passed around from one Pandora to the next, with Kazuha serving as his own makeshift bed in the process.  Every thirty seconds or so, Kazuya found himself tongue kissing and breast groping a different Pandora, all the while the other Pandora kissed and fondled one another.  Most of the time it would be Kazuha getting hot and heavy with her little brother, with the remaining Pandora pairing up and getting fresh with one another, mainly Chiffon with Ticy and Rana with Satellizer.

Finally, the climax of the now six-way orgy had arrived and Kazuha decided to take the final step with her little brother.  With Kazuya laying atop his big sister, Kazuha gave him the go ahead and held him against her, motioning with her eyes that she wished for Kazuya to penetrate her right there and then.

“Are you sure?” asked Kazuya with some worry in his voice.  “I don’t know if I’ll be…big enough to satisfy you.”

Kazuha replied by simply leaning forward and giving Kazuya the most passionate kiss yet, inserting her tongue as far as humanly possible into every nook and cranny of Kazuya’s mouth.  The action took Kazuya by surprise, which was apparently Kazuha’s intent because a moment later, she gently gripped the sides of Kazuya’s waist and thrust his member into her folds, the sudden action alerting Kazuya and making Kazuha briefly gasp (even during the kissing session).

By this point, Kazuha was given over completely to animalistic desire.  Now was not the time for talking; now was the time for raw emotion and overwhelming passion.  She proceeded to guide Kazuya back and forth against her, pressing his hips into hers with growing intensity.  To Kazuya’s surprise, he was apparently big enough to satisfy his gargantuan older sister, at least if the panting and moaning coming from her was any indication.  Within a few seconds, she had increased the pacing and intensity of her motions, with Kazuya doing his part to help move things along, thrusting as deep and as hard as he could.

“Yes, Kazuya,” said Chiffon in a soft but tense voice.  “Make your big sister happy.  Do your part as a Limiter and see to her needs.”

“Just remember Kazuya,” added Ticy, “you need to be there for ALL of your big sisters.  It’s important that a Limiter has a big enough heart to love and care for every one of his partners.”

“Exactly,” said Rana.  “Kazuha may be family already, but now all of us are your big sisters and so you belong to us as well as to Kazuha.”

For her part, Satellizer was too caught up in the whirlwind of raw passion and heightened libido.  She was busy moving every few seconds between the other four women (including Kazuha) before setting sights on Kazuya.  In the spur of the moment, she had grabbed Kazuya, placing her hands underneath his armpits and pulling him away from (and out of) Kazuha before doing the exact same thing which Kazuha had initiated.

Spearing herself with Kazuya’s member, Satellizer gasped with a high-pitched squeal, her body vibrating with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around Kazuya’s torso and hugged him hard against her, burying his face in between her massive mammaries and nearing surrounding his entire head within her cleavage.  Doing the vast majority of the work, Satellizer began pounding her hips against Kazuya’s as she increased the intensity and pacing of her motions, with her gasping becoming more and more pronounced.  Clearly, she was nearing the proverbial mountaintop, so to speak.

“More, more, harder, MORE, HARDER…” declared Satellizer with increased gusto.  It was clear that she was reaching her limit, which ironically enough so was Kazuya.  The way things seemed, Kazuya was going to finish and blow his load into the bodaciously busty blonde beauty who held and caressed him with such fiery passion.

“Oh, Kazuya…I…AHH!” gasped Satellizer as she let loose the flood that was her passion and lust/romance a moment later.  Likewise, Kazuya had done the same thing, letting forth his load as he simply couldn’t hold back the pressure which had been building up anymore.  His mind was overcome with a tidal wave of absolute euphoria and bliss, and seconds later he passed out from the excessive stimulation, his mind unable to take it anymore.

Kazuya immediately stirred awake a moment later.  Taking deep breaths and wiping the beads of sweat which had formed along his forehead and neck, he looked around to find himself still in his bedroom with his pajamas on.  The state of the room was as he had left it, perfectly tidy and undisturbed.  After getting his thoughts together and letting his heartbeat get down to a more calmed level, he discovered something odd further down his body and underneath the sheets.

Sure enough, upon pulling back the blankets, Kazuya had his suspicions verified at the sight before him.  The crotch area of his underwear had a rather distinct stain upon them and there was a particularly tangy smell emanating from said area.

“Ugh,” groaned Kazuya.  “So it was all a dream, huh?  I hope that doesn’t happen every night while I’m here.  Otherwise I’m going to have to buy a lot more pants and underwear while I’m here on campus.”

Getting out of bed, Kazuya proceeded to make his way to the bathroom to clean himself up, before getting a change of underwear and drifting off back to sleep.   Given how intense the wet dream was (if the stain was any indicator), Kazuya was fairly certain he wouldn’t have another one for the remainder of that night.  With that, he let slumber take hold and awaited what tomorrow would bring.

As sunlight began to crest over the horizon and bring forth the new day, Kazuya was stirred awake by the gradual brightening of his surroundings.  While he would prefer to linger in bed for a while longer, he was aware that procrastination usually led to problems down the road.  And since he didn’t want to make a bad impression as a newly inducted arrival at West Genetics, Kazuya figured it was best to get up and get ready for his first day of classes.

After showering, brushing his teeth, and dressing himself, Kazuya collected all relevant belongings he felt he would need for the day, most of which were placed within his suitcase, should they be required.  While many school students preferred to walk around with a backpack, Kazuya was of the more traditional mindset, choosing to carry most of his materials in a modest traveling case.  Given the age in which he lived, where reading materials could be scrolled through on a single electronic tablet, there was little need to carry around textbooks and other related reading materials as in decades before.  As such, Kazuya could travel lightly when moving about campus, and thus a backpack was considered unnecessary when moving about both the campus grounds and the dorms.

Once he was appropriately dressed and had gathered everything he would need for his first day, Kazuya walked out the door and out of the Limiter dormitories soon after.  On the way, he had engaged in short pleasantries with some of his fellow Limiters on the way, briefly introducing himself and explaining that he was a newly arrived freshman.  Most of the other guys seemed friendly enough.  From what Kazuya could discern, few if any of the other guys had any quips or reservations about having their own personal harems of Pandora…quite the opposite, in fact.  The majority of them appeared to be quite content with the notion of having a plethora of women paired up with them as their prospective partners, both on the battlefield and in the bedroom.

‘I suppose it’s to be expected,’ thought Kazuya in the midst of these conversations.  ‘Afterall, we are at that age when the opposite sexes start taking an interest in each other and all that.  I suppose I’d be naive to wonder differently on that topic.’  Hell, relative to the rest of the male species, the young men who were deemed proficient as Limiters were probably the envy of most other men on the planet.  Who else could tout having a gaggle of girls - possibly in the double digits no less - pairing up with them and getting into who knows what kind of kinky stuff in the bedroom when they weren’t engaged in normal school activities at a Genetics facility?

After making enough small talk and exchanging pleasantries with some of his fellow Limiters, Kazuya made his way out the front door of the Limiter dormitories.  Fortunately for him, the weather was fair and there didn’t appear to be any chance of rain or other precipitation, so he didn’t need to wear a jacket or bring an umbrella.  As he walked along the stone pathways, he figured he would stop by the food court and grab a quick breakfast before his first class.  It was still early in the day, so he had time before he needed to attend his first class.

‘Oh, that reminds me,’ thought Kazuya, ‘I suppose I should get in touch with Chiffon about my course schedule.  Hopefully, she’s up by now.’  As Kazuya made his way towards the campus food court, he pulled out his phone and sent Chiffon a brief text.  Since she was the student council president (and appeared only too eager to assist Kazuya from what he could discern from the girl), he figured it would be no trouble to shoot her a quick text message letting her know where he was.  His text read as thus:

‘Hi there, it’s Kazuya.  Heading to the food court for a quick morning bite.  If it’s not too much trouble, could we meet up soon?  You mentioned getting me acquainted with my class schedule yesterday, so I’d appreciate the assistance, if you have the time.’

A few minutes had passed and Kazuya had soon enough made his way to the food court’s entrance.  As he passed through the Limiter-sized doors (pushing a Pandora-sized door would have been a workout in and of itself), his phone buzzed upon entering the threshold.  Most likely it was a response from Chiffon.  Sure enough, upon pulling out his phone, Kazuya’s assumption was indeed correct, given the response text he got just a few minutes after sending his text.

‘It’s no trouble at all.’ started Chiffon’s text, ‘I’ll catch you at the food court in a few minutes, assuming you’ve just arrived.  Just wait for me and I’ll find you.  There’s someone I’d like to introduce you to anyways, and now’s as good a time as any, so this works out well.  See you in a little bit!’

“She wants to introduce me to somebody?” thought Kazuya aloud.  That wasn’t something he was expecting.  Who was this person?  Another Pandora?  At least, that was Kazuya’s assumption under the current circumstances.

‘I suppose I’ll find out in a little bit, assuming she finds me in the next hour or so,’ pondered Kazuya at this new development.  In any case, Kazuya figured that if Chiffon was planning on introducing somebody to Kazuya and vice versa, then she would most likely give a rundown on Kazuya’s profile to this person…unless Chiffon was planning on keeping Kazuya’s identity a secret from this mystery person for the time being.

‘Argh,’ Kazuya mentally berated himself, ‘I need to stop pondering so much and keep from going down the hypothetical rabbit hole.  Whether this other person knows who I am or not, I’m sure it’ll be fine in the end.  I gotta stop pondering on these kinds of things and just try to go with the flow more often.’

Kazuya made his way deeper into the food court, proceeding towards the serving areas and pondering as to what he was going to order.  After a moment of speculating, he made a decision to have eggs, bacon, hash browns, a muffin, and some orange juice.  Upon placing his order and paying for it, Kazuya made his way through the cafeteria benches, navigating through the veritable forest of legs belonging to the many Pandora he passed by.

Though up to this point he had seen his fair share of the female specimen known as Pandora, the sight of so many women - all of whom towered over him by several feet - still was a rather impressive sight in Kazuya’s eyes.  Here he was, in a military-related academy, walking among the campus grounds and buildings and in the presence of SO MANY towering young women with killer figures.  It made him feel like he was a small child in the presence of adults…only these adults in particular were women in the same age range as him, and with very, VERY alluring bodies.  The sight of so many calves, thighs, buttocks, and bosoms were quite a visual smorgasbord to behold along with the literal one which Kazuya had witnessed at the foodcourt.

Though Kazuya liked to take some small measure of pride as a gentleman who didn’t automatically undress women with his eyes or drool at the sight of them like some old-time 1940s or 1950s cartoon, he WAS a heterosexual, red-blooded male who could appreciate the female form when it was presented to him.  The wet dream he had last night was evidence enough of that, along with the increasing sexual angst he had experienced whenever a Pandora had locked lips with him or decided to get fresh with him in one way or another.  He could only hope that he did a good enough job in not openly portraying his instinctual desires when in the presence of other women, especially when such women both outnumbered him and had such alluring physical forms which practically demanded the attention of anybody who showed interest in hot young women.

Kazuya made his way to a lone, solitary table and began feasting on the meal he ordered.  As he began downing his breakfast, he took a look around at the cafeteria to get a better feel for the place.  Given what common sense he was made aware of in his younger years, he knew it was common courtesy not to stare at others, at least not for more than a few seconds.  Hence, he scanned the area, taking in all he could see as he munched away at his meal.  Sure enough, from what he could gather, there were several Pandora talking with one another, most likely about the kinds of things that teenage girls would discuss - boys, fashion, music, magazines, dieting, etc.

One thing that caught Kazuya’s eye was that for the few Limiters he could spot among the cafeteria crowd, pretty much all of them were surrounded by a gaggle of Pandora at their respective tables.  Given that some tables were larger than others in terms of seating capacity, it made sense that some Limiters had more Pandoras surrounding them than others.  But given what Kazuya had heard up until now, it was a fair assumption to make that most (if not all) Limiters had a good five or more Pandora paired up with them into their own personal harems.  At least, that was the conclusion Kazuya came to upon monitoring the few Limiters he saw here and there throughout the food court.

From what Kazuya could discern visually, every single Limiter was surrounded by a troop of Pandora, with practically all of them vying for the Limiter’s attention and smothering him with seductive affection in the process.  There was even one instance in which a Limiter was seated within another Pandora’s lap while he ate, with his head sandwiched between the Pandora’s breasts as she draped her arms securely around his torso.  Given the look on the guy’s face, he was certainly having a rather blissful breakfast at that moment.  The other Pandora at the table beckoned that the one who currently had the Limiter in her lap not be greedy with him and share him with the others.  Though Kazuya wondered if it would turn into an altercation between girls over a boy, he was surprised to find out that the verbal jests made between the Pandoras at the table were just that - playful competition and nothing more.

‘Guess Chiffon wasn’t kidding,’ pondered Kazuya at the sight before him.  ‘It seems that Pandora really HAVE learned to share Limiters between them.  Still kind of blows my mind to see it happen before me.  It’s like a guy’s wet dream come to life.’

As Kazuya continued his meal, he was suddenly cast in shadow.  Knowing that this meant a Pandora was in his immediate vicinity, he turned his head, expecting Chiffon or one of the Pandora he had already met to be right behind him.  To his surprise, Kazuya was greeted by not one, but two Pandora…and neither one of them he had met up to that point.

“Hi there,” said the first Pandora in a cheery, upbeat tone.  “We saw you sitting there by yourself and didn’t know if you were feeling lonely or something.  Mind if we join you?”

Kazuya eyed these two new Pandoras for a moment.  Well, calling them “new” wasn’t entirely accurate.  He had in fact seen these Pandora earlier yesterday; he just never got around to meeting them face-to-face.  The Pandora who spoke had short, dark orange hair, a cute face, and a somewhat leaner build overall.  Her bosom wasn’t as large as other Pandoras Kazuya had seen, but it wasn’t nothing to sneeze at either (probably somewhere in the C-cup range, guessed Kazuya), especially when it was standing proudly atop her 10’4” frame.

The other Pandora Kazuya had also seen previously.  She had long burgundy hair done up in pigtails tied off with blue ribbon and curled tips at the end.  Her physique was somewhat more pronounced than her fellow Pandora, especially where the bustline was concerned.  Kazuya guessed that the second Pandora was probably in the D-range (if she were a normal-sized girl).  She was also taller than the first Pandora, having a good five or six inches in height over her.  Like the first Pandora, this girl wore the same standard Genetics uniform which the vast majority of Pandora wore.

“Uhhh…yeah, sure,” replied Kazuya to these two newcomers.  “Feel free to take a seat.”

“Well then, don’t mind if we do,” declared the second Pandora, speaking with a tone of confidence bordering on haughtiness as she took a seat directly to Kazuya’s right - with her body practically TOUCHING Kazuya as she adjusted her seating upon placing her tray on the table.

The first Pandora was somewhat taken aback by the forwardness of her companion, but soon enough collected her composure and proceeded to take a seat to Kazuya’s direct left in a manner much like her companion - leaving very VERY little space between herself and Kazuya in the process.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” began the orange-haired Pandora.  “Oh, where are my manners?  I suppose introductions are in order.  My name is Kaho Hiragi and I’m a first-year Pandora.”

“The pleasure is mine, Miss Hiragi,” replied Kazuya.

“Please, just Kaho will do,” chuckled Kaho in response.  “Miss Hiragi makes me feel like an old woman.  And this here,” Kaho gestured to the other Pandora seated, “is someone who I’d wager would rather introduce herself than have me do so.”

“Ganessa Roland, Angel of Confinement and top-ranked 2nd year here at West Genetics,” declared the other Pandora with both flair and a touch of braggadocio.  “A pleasure to make my acquaintance, I’m sure.”

“Now, now, Ganessa,” gently chided Kaho, “no need to lay it on thick, especially when introducing yourself to someone.”

“I don’t see the problem with revealing one’s credentials, as long as it’s done with bona fides and grace,” replied Ganessa.

“It’s the ‘grace’ part of that equation that needs a little work,” shot back Kaho.  “You don’t want people thinking you as too haughty and full-of-yourself, otherwise you’re bound to make more enemies than friends while you’re here.”

“Oh alright, alright,” sighed Ganessa, “I’ll ease up on the so-called ‘gloating’ as you’d put it.  The way I see it, what good is rank and prestige if you don’t get to bask in it from time to time?”

“I’m sorry about my fellow Pandora here,” Kaho said to Kazuya.  “She can get a little overconfident now and then, but she’s a good person deep down.”

“She’s just a very forward type of person, not afraid to be direct in her nature,” answered Kazuya with a whisper, keeping his opinion between the two of them.

“Hey now, what are you two whispering about?” asked Ganessa as she leaned over, with her bosom pressing against the side of Kazuya’s head in the process.  Whether Ganessa was unaware of this or doing it on purpose to get a rise out of Kazuya, he wasn’t sure.  What he WAS sure of was that the act was indeed getting a rise out of Kazuya, if the sudden increasing tightness in his pants was any indicator.

“Nothing you need to worry about, Ganessa, relax,” answered Kaho.  “Oh, and also, could you pull back a little bit?  You’re smothering our new friend.”

Ganessa immediately looked down and saw that her left breast had started pushing into Kazuya’s head.  Caught with sudden embarrassment, Ganessa pulled back with a small “eep!” sound escaping her lips and a fresh blush on her cheeks.

“S-sorry about that,” said Ganessa.  “Didn’t mean to crowd onto you like that.  No hard feelings?”

‘Quite the contrary,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘Rather SOFT feeling from that, and a rather enjoyable one to boot.’

“It’s quite alright, Miss Roland,” answered Kazuya with a smile.  “No harm, no foul.”

“Oh umm…that’s good,” replied Ganessa, trying to keep her composure.  “Oh, and Ganessa will do just fine…mister?”

“Kazuya Aoi,” replied the young man.  “And just Kazuya will do.”

“Aoi?” asked Kaho with mild alarm and curiosity.  “You’re not by chance related to Dr. Gengo Aoi, are you?”

Upon hearing this, Kazuya sighed.  He didn’t like bringing up his family very much, at least anything involving his grandfather.

“He’s…my paternal grandfather,” answered Kazuya with a somewhat muted disposition.

“Really?” asked Ganessa.  “Well then, Kaho, I’d say we just made our acquaintance with a celebrity, no less.  It really is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kazuya.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Ganessa,” replied Kazuya, “but I’d rather not talk about my grandpa, if you don’t mind.  I’m sorry to be reticent about that, but it’s something I try to avoid discussing when possible.”

“Oh…well I’m sorry for mentioning it,” said Kaho with worry on her face.  “I didn’t mean to bring up a sore spot.  I wouldn’t have done so if I had known in advance, really.”

“It’s okay,” replied Kazuya with a chuckle.  “You were just curious, I understand.”

“But now that we know your surname, there’s also someone else who comes to mind now that I think about it,” pondered Ganessa aloud.  “Do you by chance have a sister, Kazuya?”

“Instructor Kazuha Aoi, yes…assuming that’s who you were thinking of.” Kazuya answered without missing a beat.

“Wow, that must be nice!” said Kaho, sensing an upward swing in Kazuya’s mood.  “So you get to see your big sister while here on campus.  I hear she was among the top-ranked Pandora in her class back in her student days.”

“THE top ranked Pandora in her class year,” clarified Ganessa.  “If I understand it right, she was hand-chosen as part of an elite fighting force back during the 8th Nova Clash.”

“That’s right,” said Kazuya.  “She stood out back then, given that she was a second-year Pandora fighting alongside third-year Pandoras.  The unit she fought in - the “Numbers” it was called - held off the Nova in Alaska.  It was a tough fight, and many Pandoras didn’t make it.  Kazuha herself almost died in that clash.  Her own unit went through the meat grinder that day.”

“I can only imagine,” Kaho quietly stated, sensing the same somber tone that had occurred just a moment ago.

“Well, it’s all ‘water under the bridge,’ as they say,” said Kazuya.  “Sorry to be so melancholy.  I didn’t mean to sound like such a downer.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” replied Ganessa.  “If anything, it’s our fault for bringing up the topic in the first place.”

“Well anyway,” said Kazuya, trying to change the subject.  “I haven’t yet taken the chance to congratulate the two of you.”

“Oh?  What for?” asked Ganessa with a cocked eyebrow.

“For winning your respective Carnivals, of course.”

Upon hearing this, both Pandora did a double-take in their reactions.  Clearly, they were somewhat at a loss for words.

“Y-you know about those?” asked Kaho.  “They only happened yesterday.  I’m a bit surprised you already know about those.”

“I had a front-row seat to them, in a manner of speaking,” replied Kazuya.  “On my first day here, I witnessed both of your Carnivals from the command center alongside some of the campus staff.  You both fought rather well, and once again, congratulations on your wins.”

Ever the charmer that he was, Kazuya had inadvertently caused both girls to blush at the praise he had heaped upon them.  Even Ganessa - for all of her pomp and posturing - was sporting a distinct enough blush and rubbing her knees together like a giddy little school girl (pardon the pun).

“W-well of course it would naturally end that way,” said Ganessa as she tried to muster up her confidence and the “strong girl” persona she liked to convey.  “I had little doubt that my Carnival would have had any other conclusion, unless I happened to be sick that day or had to fight virtually ALL of the second years all by myself.”

Kaho was more humble in her approach compared to Ganessa, at least if the blush on her cheeks was any indicator.  She proceeded to take a few bites of her meal before responding, not wanting to say something dumb or foolhardy in the process.

For his part, Kazuya was simply happy for the company while he ate breakfast.  He figured that it couldn’t hurt to try and make friends whenever possible, especially when in the presence of women who averaged around twice his height.  While he wasn’t one who aspired to be popular and one of the “cool kids,” he also didn’t turn down the chance of befriending others, so long as they were good people.  And of course, being in the presence of women who were practically DRIPPING in beauty and power was an added bonus at a place like West Genetics.

After getting introductions out of the way, Kazuya and his two newest acquaintances proceeded to engage in everyday smalltalk while they ate.  Both girls seemed friendly enough.  Kaho was definitely the more outgoing and polite compared to Ganessa, since she was a freshman Pandora.  Ganessa liked to act with this degree of pomp and flair, as if she were borderline royalty, though Kazuya had enough of a discerning eye to tell that this was a sort of front she put up to instill confidence in herself.  Therefore, he didn’t judge her too harshly whenever she felt the need to brag every now and then during their talks.

Something else that Kazuya was reminded of, having been in the presence of several Pandora by this point, was that Pandoras in general seemed to have little regard for personal space when in the presence of Limiters.  If anything, their body language appeared to be downright flirty.  After all, given that Kazuya had locked lips with four Pandora yesterday and how these two other Pandora were pretty much flanking him as he ate breakfast, it appeared that the mindset of the vast majority of Pandoras had this innate desire to snuggle up to Limiters whenever the opportunity presented itself.

‘I’d be so tempted as to wager that if I were to reach out and touch their bosoms or their thighs that neither of them would make a scene over it, not even Kaho,’ thought Kazuya.  Quite the contrary, the body language of these Pandora (and probably the vast majority of Pandora period) seemed to radiate seduction and the desire for pleasure.  It was as if their posing and posturing basically said “Do me” or “Have your way with me”.

Once again, Kazuya was baffled at how much of a wet dream this place seemed to be…and for a military academy no less.

After engaging in a good half hour or so of small talk with this new pair of lovely ladies, Kazuya had gained some info about each of them:

• Kaho Hiragi: 15 years old, 10 feet 4 inches tall, Japanese, 1st-ranked freshman Pandora at West Genetics, hobbies include watching movies, reading magazines, and experimenting with beauty products, favorite food is traditional Japanese cuisine
• Ganessa Roland: 16 years old, 10 feet 9 inches tall, British, 1st-ranked second-year Pandora at West Genetics, hobbies include tending to bonsai trees in her spare time, favorite food is strawberry parfait, has a younger sister (whom she dotes on), heiress to the Roland Family

Kazuya in turn shared a little bit about his background and personal life with the other two, figuring it was only fair.  Whatever he told Ganessa and Kaho, he had already shared with Chiffon, Ticy, Satellizer, and Rana in yesterday’s conversation, figuring it wouldn’t be prudent to share whatever information about himself with some Pandoras but not with others.  Such an act might show a degree of favoritism among the ladies he had met, and that was something Kazuya figured could prove problematic in the future.

As the group was wrapping up its meal, Kazuya looked at the nearby clock on the wall, realizing that morning classes would soon enough be underway.  If Chiffon didn’t reach the food court soon, Kazuya would give her a quick call to check on her status.  On the off chance she couldn’t make it in time, Kazuya would either get in contact with Kazuha (having her number already) or make his way over to the administrative building for assistance on his class schedule.

Sure enough, just as these thoughts were crossing Kazuya’s mind, Chiffon was making her way over to his table…along with somebody else.

“Kazuya!” hollered out Chiffon as she made her way over (along with her mystery companion).  The two of them soon enough had made their way over to Kazuya’s table.  Upon their arrival, Kazuya had taken the time to introduce Chiffon (and her friend) to both Kaho and Ganessa.

“It’s a pleasure to meet the two of you,” said Chiffon with her usual upbeat demeanor.  “Since we’re meeting face-to-face, I’d like to formally congratulate the both of you on reaching first place in your respective Carnivals.  Miss Hiragi, are your wounds healing well?  I know you had a hard slug-match at the end of your Carnival, after all.”

“I’m well, Miss Fairchild,” answered Kaho.  “A little soreness remains, but I’m sure I’ll be at full strength in another day or two.”

From the interaction between the two, Kazuya could tell that both Chiffon and Kaho had rather bubbly, upbeat personalities.  He’d wager that they would end up becoming fast friends in no time, given how similar in demeanor the two of them were.

“And you, Miss Roland,” continued Chiffon, “are you doing well?  Nothing that feels out of place or any debilitating conditions?  Given that your Carnival ended in a three-on-one bout at the very end, I’d be surprised if you weren’t winded or still in recovery after such a match.”

“No ma’am,” Ganessa responded with her usual overbearing sense of confidence, feeling the need to prove herself to her fellow senior, “it was nothing I couldn’t handle, though it’s touching of you to be concerned with my well-being.”

“I’m glad,” replied Chiffon before turning her attention back to Kazuya.  “Well now, Kazuya, it seems you’re fast making new friends now, huh?”  She ended that question with a mild chuckle, noting how fast Kazuya seemed able to draw Pandora to him without even trying.

“I was just waiting here for you to arrive, Madam President,” replied Kazuya.  “These two just happened to come along and asked to join me during breakfast.  I didn’t want to be rude and I saw no need to turn away their company, so I welcomed them to join me, that’s all.”

“Oh, I’m aware, Kazuya.  I’m only teasing, that’s all.” replied Chiffon with a giggle.  She then proceeded to introduce Kazuya (and all others present) to her mystery guest who had accompanied her.

The person in question was another Pandora, wearing the same Genetics brand uniform and sporting a rather impressive figure.  In fact her very demeanor appeared outright regal in its character, even more so than Ganessa’s by comparison.  She had light blue eyes, a pale complexion, light blonde colored hair, a generous bosom, an hourglass figure, and stunning supermodel-like facial features.  Her very presence appeared to be something between that of a supermodel and literal royalty, as if she were some kind of princess or duchess.  It wasn’t vanity to say that this young lady in particular was outright modeling material by her very appearance alone.

“Allow me to introduce Miss Elizabeth Mably,” said Chiffon as she gestured to her fellow Pandora who stood alongside her.  “She’s the second-ranked Pandora among the third-years here at West Genetics.”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintances, all of you,” said Elizabeth to everyone present before turning her visage towards Kazuya, “especially yours, Mr. Kazuya Aoi.”  She finished her declaration with a rather inviting smile, given the rosiness on her cheeks, the twinkle in her eyes, and the alluring curvature of her lips.  As she finished speaking, Elizabeth extended her arm out towards Kazuya with the intention of a handshake.

Not wanting to be rude, Kazuya returned the gesture, bringing his own arm out and completing the handshake, with his own hand being swallowed within Elizabeth's as they shook arms.  Kazuya was rather surprised to see that Elizabeth showed amazing restraint, initiating the handshake with a rather delicate touch as the two of them finished the physical gesture.

“I’m afraid to say the pleasure may be all mine, Miss Mably,” replied Kazuya with a blush on his features.  That blush made the grin on Elizabeth’s face grow all the more pronounced.  Clearly, this new arrival had a strong interest in Kazuya from right out the gate.  It was just one more new arrival who was sure to spice things up during Kazuya Aoi’s time as a new arrival at West Genetics.

As he left the dining hall, Kazuya couldn’t help but ponder on how lucky he considered himself.

Here he was at a new school and surrounded in the company of women who could easily become supermodel material if they so desired.  Literally any single one of these women known as Pandora had the figure to score a modeling career for life if they so desired.  Of course, given the Nova threat, it was somewhat understandable that they would answer to a higher calling than simply making a living looking good while doing photo shoots and trying on various types of apparel.  Even so, Kazuya couldn’t help but feel that he had hit the jackpot, given that he was in the company of so many women with killer figures who basically doted on guys like him, at least from what he had experienced at West Genetics so far anyway.

Having finished breakfast, Kazuya was now making his way out the food court and in the presence of four Pandoras - two of them being third-years, one a second-year, and the last one a first-year.  As the group walked, Kazuya couldn’t help but take in the sight of their lovely legs, particularly the definition of their muscles along with the seductive curvature of their calves and thighs.  The sight of such a smorgasbord of lovely legs was enough to keep Kazuya alert as the group walked on throughout the campus grounds.

Keeping to her word to assist Kazuya in getting acquainted with his class schedule, Chiffon escorted Kazuya to the administrative office…with Elizabeth in tow.

Both Ganessa and Kaho already had their schedules given to them, so they knew where to go already.  Before departing, they exchanged phone numbers with Kazuya.  From the rather short time he had gotten to know both of them, Kazuya had remarkably hit things off quite well with both Ganessa and Kaho.  Given the rather discerning blushes on their faces, it seemed that both of them had a rather strong interest in Kazuya…as more than just friends at that.

Now being back down to two Pandora - with Chiffon on his left and Elizabeth on his right - Kazuya proceeded through the main entrance of the West Genetics administrative office.  After some brief meandering through a series of hallways, the trio had arrived at the final destination of their tour.

Chiffon did the majority of the talking with the staff there.  Given that she was student council president, her word carried a significant degree of weight among the faculty already.  Of course, being nearly eleven feet tall certainly didn’t hurt in conveying a tone of authority either, especially among those in the building who were either male or non-Pandora female.  That being said, Chiffon never relied on intimidation to her advantage unless it was the outright last resort.  Since she had developed a good amount of rapport among many of the faculty at West Genetics, every single person she came across was only too happy to both greet her and assist her whenever possible.

Upon reaching the necessary staffer to present Kazuya’s schedule, the trio took their leave.  During that time, Kazuya got to know a bit about Elizabeth (and Elizabeth about Kazuya in turn).  Throughout the conversation between the two, Kazuya couldn’t help but admire the sense of natural-born grace and elegance which Elizabeth exuded from her mere presence.  It was obvious enough that the young woman had a sort of inborn sense of…what was it exactly?  Nobility?  Noblesse Oblige?  The exact word escaped Kazuya at that moment.  Perhaps Elizabeth was ALL of those things.  Her very demeanor held an air of superiority, though different compared to the one presented by Ganessa.  Whereas Ganessa presented herself with a sense of greatness out of posturing and hiding potential inadequacies, Elizabeth was firm in her self-esteem to genuinely ‘walk the talk’ when it came to expressing her pedigree and natural-born confidence.  It was a character trait that Kazuya couldn’t help but stand in awe of at times.  While the trio walked and talked, Kazuya got to know a bit about Elizabeth Mably, with some of the information given out from Chiffon as the trio conversed during their brief tour through the halls of the administration building.  In that time, Kazuya had gleaned the following about Elizabeth:

• Elizabeth Mably: 17 years old, 11 feet 0 inches tall, British, 2nd-ranked third-year Pandora at West Genetics, heiress to the Mably Group (influential family business), has both a younger brother and younger sister, enjoys swimming in her spare time, nicknamed both “The Academy Reigning Enforcer” and “Empress”

“I’m not sure I understand, Miss Mably,” said Kazuya.  “Given that Chiffon is considered 1st-ranked among the third-year Pandora, wouldn’t it be logical for her to hold the title of ‘Empress?’  I mean no offense, of course.”

“None taken, Kazuya,” replied Elizbeth, “and I’d prefer it if you simply refer to me by my first name, if you don’t mind.  The title of ‘Empress’ isn’t one that I asked for, to be clear.  It’s really something that came about when I entered a different competition instead of the Carnival.”

“And what kind of competition is that, if you don’t mind me asking?” replied Kazuya.

“The Pandora Queen contest, dear Kazuya,” answered Chiffon with that characteristic grin of hers.  “It’s a beauty pageant held here at West Genetics every year, and Elizabeth has held the title for two years now.  Of course, between winning that competition and the natural sense of nobility she exudes, it’s understandable that Elizabeth would hold a title like ‘Empress,’ given those underlying circumstances.”

“Now, now, Chiffon,” replied Elizabeth, “no need to lay on the praise too thickly.  Like I said, it’s not like I insisted on others referring to me by that moniker.  I don’t want people to get the wrong impression about me and think of me as some kind of stuck-up wannabe princess.”

“Oh, I know, Elizabeth,” said Chiffon, “I’m just teasing a bit is all.”  She then turned to Kazuya as she spoke.  “Rest assured, Kazuya, Elizabeth is one of the most sincere and kind-hearted girls here at West Genetics you’ll ever meet, once you get to know her better.  She simply carries this natural sense of nobility that most people cannot help but admire.  So given that character trait about her, it is simply to be expected for her to carry such a title.”

The trio made their way out the admin building and further out on the campus grounds.  It was at this point that Elizabeth took her leave, but not before giving Kazuya a surprise smooch on his lips.

“Something to remember me by, until our next rendezvous,” said Elizabeth.  “After all, from what I’ve gleaned, you’ve already locked lips with a number of Pandora here already, including our own student council president no less.”

“W-well…that is…I um…” replied a stuttering Kazuya, sporting a distinct blush on his cheeks as he tried explaining himself.  His reaction got a chuckle out of both Chiffon and Elizabeth in turn.

“Well, Chiffon, it seems I’ve rendered dear Kazuya here at a loss for words.” said Elizabeth with a grin.

“I’d have to concur with that observation, Miss Mably.” replied Chiffon as she matched Elizabeth’s grin with her own as the two of them stared down at Kazuya.

For his part, Kazuya was trying to maintain his composure, which was somewhat tricky when you found yourself in the presence of towering teenage beauties with killer figures and rather heavenly aromas emanating from their very persons.  In fact, whenever he was in the presence of ANY Pandora (including his sister) Kazuya found himself being enraptured by the extremely pleasing scents wafting from them.  It was a small wonder that he didn’t disrobe right there and then and beseech these lovely ladies to engage in the most intimate and carnal of acts at that very moment.  When you add in all of the kissing and other forms of physical contact, it would be enough to drive Kazuya to the very limits of what would be considered gentlemanly behavior before succumbing to more baser, animalistic desires.

“Alright then, I’m afraid I must take my leave, Kazuya,” began Elizabeth once more, “but rest assured, we’ll be seeing each other more often before you know it.”  She finished with a sexy wink and blowing a kiss towards Kazuya before she left.

“It seems that Elizabeth has really taken a liking to you, you little charmer you.” chuckled Chiffon as the two of them walked side by side.

“I try to get along with everyone, Miss Chiffon,” answered Kazuya with a mild blush.  “It’s not as if I’m TRYING to hook up with every woman who comes my way.”

“Oh I know,” replied Chiffon.  “I just like to tease you, that’s all.”

The pair proceeded to the building they needed to arrive at for Kazuya’s first scheduled class.  Once Kazuya got the layout of both the campus grounds and the building interior, he had a rough idea of where specifically he needed to go.  As was to be expected, the campus buildings were tailored to accommodate both Pandoras and regular-sized humans.  The ceilings were a solid twenty feet or so from the floors, and the hallways were wide enough so that multiple Pandoras could walk side-by-side if required.  All doorways were big enough for Pandoras to pass through, with a “doggy door” built in for Limiters or others to pass through (lest they try pushing open a door that was a good thirteen feet in height).  There were water fountains periodically spread throughout the hallways, one for Limiters next to one for Pandoras.

One thing that took Kazuya by surprise was the sight of bathrooms for both Limiters and Pandoras.  What alarmed him was the realization that the doorways for BOTH bathrooms were big enough for Pandoras to enter.  Of course, bringing this up to Chiffon got the following answer from her in turn:

“It’s like I said when we were escorting you to the male dormitories.  All facilities need to accommodate Pandoras, including entranceways.  Having a doorway big enough for us girls is just a means of last resort if a Pandora needs to get into the guys’ bathroom, that’s all.”

“And what exactly would a Pandora need to be doing in a male-only bathroom, if I may be so bold as to ask?” inquired Kazuya.

“Well…” pondered Chiffon, putting an index finger to her lower lip in thought before responding, “if for instance there was a fight breaking out in the boy’s bathroom and someone strong was needed to break things up, it would be handy for a Pandora to be on scene to fill that role.  Or say there was a Limiter who was seriously injured and needed to be rushed to a nearby urgent care medical facility on campus.  If he couldn’t move fast enough on his own, it would be helpful to have a Pandora enter the bathroom and carry him out to receive medical attention as quickly as possible.”

“That sounds like a bit of a stretch as far as hypotheticals go, Madam President,” replied a somewhat skeptical Kazuya.

“Perhaps, but viable hypotheticals all the same,” countered Chiffon.  “It is certainly preferable to a Pandora having to crawl on all fours and squeeze through a tiny doorway, wouldn’t you agree?  Or having to break down a wall to gain access to the room if that was required.  After all, nobody really wants needless property damage here on campus.”

“I won’t argue against those points.” replied Kazuya, deciding to relent on the topic.

“Anyway,” said Chiffon, deciding to change the subject, “looks like we’re here.  This should be the room for you to go to for your first class.”

Kazuya glanced at his tablet to confirm his class schedule:  Introductory Nova Course, Start Time 8AM, Room 104, Instructor Yu-Mi Kim.

“Oh, you have Miss Kim as your instructor,” said Chiffon with an upbeat tone in her voice.  “She’s one of the best instructors here at West Genetics, as well as one of the top-ranked Pandora back in her student days.  I think you’ll hit it off great with her.”

“Now that you mention it, I think she was one of Kazuha’s comrades during the 8th Nova Clash, if I remember it right,” thought Kazuya out loud.

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer,” replied Chiffon as she began taking her leave.  “Good luck on your first day of classes.  Feel free to call me for assistance if you need me, though I’m sure one of the instructors or the other Pandora will help you out if you get lost or have questions.  Take care, Kazuya!”

And with that, Kazuya was on his own once more.  Taking a deep breath, he made his way through the Limiter-sized doggy door and into the classroom.

Crossing the threshold, Kazuya was greeted with a fairly typical sight…at least as typical a sight as one would expect in a classroom for teenage students.  Looking around, Kazuya saw what appeared to be a college-style lecture hall, with the student seating arranged in a semi-circular pattern around a central focal point, which was no doubt where the instructor was stationed.  Seeing that the student seating was designed to accommodate both Limiters and Pandoras, Kazuya breathed a sigh of relief.

As it was, Kazuya appeared to be among the last of the students to arrive, if not dead last, given that the room appeared fully occupied.  That made him a tad bit anxious, hoping it wouldn’t leave a bad impression on the instructor.

Speaking of the instructor, if the woman was in fact who was listed on Kazuya’s class schedule, she was QUITE the looker.

Before Kazuya stood a young woman, most likely in her early-to-mid twenties.  She wore a light blue dress shirt, a dark blue business skirt ending above her knees, brown stockings going all the way up her legs, a short business tie the same color as her skirt, and black high-heeled stilettos.  Her hair was dark brown and short, ending around her neckline.  Her complexion was somewhere between light and fair, indicating that she was most likely of East Asian descent.

As for the woman’s figure, she was downright model material and then some, even by Pandora standards.  She had a particularly curvaceous body, especially along her waistline.  The definition of her physique was a sort of fusion between Betty Boop and Wonder Woman, with all the seductive allure of her curvature mixed with the raw power of the musculature pemanating underneath, especially in her legs and her abdomen.

And then there were her breasts.

This woman’s boobs were big.  Really big.  Big by either human standard or Pandora standards.  If this woman were normal sized, Kazuya would have guessed that she was either an F-cup or a G-cup (perhaps even bigger than that!).  Just from one look at her, Kazuya could tell that her breasts were so big that there was no way she could cup them entirely in her own hands.  And given that this woman’s height was probably somewhere between ten-and-a-half and eleven feet in stature, that just made her breasts look even bigger from Kazuya’s point of view.

‘She’s almost undoubtedly bigger than Kazuha or Satellizer,’ thought Kazuya as he took in the sight of this madam’s massive melons before him, straining the shirt she was wearing and accentuating them all the more in the process.

“Hello there, young man,” said the instructor looking down over her gigantic bosom and speaking in a voice that had all the seductive charm of a professional lounge singer, “I take it you’re a new student?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” replied Kazuya.  “Sorry if I’m a bit late.  I just enrolled here yesterday, so I’m still getting used to the layout of this place.”  Kazuya presented his tablet to the instructor to help verify that he was in the right room at the right time.

“That’s understandable,” replied the woman.  “Well then, if you’ll just get seated, then we can get ready.  Just take any empty seat you come across.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” said Kazuya as he made his way along the aisle through the seats, looking for an open spot for him to sit.  It was at that moment that he was greeted with a familiar face.

Just a few steps up along the third row of seating was Kaho Hiragi, waving to Kazuya and motioning for him to take a seat next to her.  Kazuya was only too happy to take her invitation, glad that there was a familiar face in this class with him.  As he navigated his way alongside the seats, Kazuya breathed a sigh of relief that there was a built in retractable staircase for Limiters along with proper seating for them (otherwise Kazuya would be sitting in a Pandora-sized seat and have his fact level with the countertop).  Once he had made his way up and took his seat, Kazuya got himself comfortably adjusted as he sat with Kaho to his right side.

“Alright then, let’s get started,” began the instructor.  “Welcome to West Genetics.  All of you presently here should be freshman and this is the introductory course on the basic understanding of both Nova and Pandora.  If anybody here isn’t sure as to whether or not they should be in this room, please speak up now and I will assist you on where you should be headed.”

There was a momentary pause of silence.  Apparently all the students currently in the classroom were where they needed to be, according to their assigned schedules.

“Very good then,” continued the instructor.  “Then welcome to your first day of class here at West Genetics.  My name is Yu-Mi Kim and I will be your instructor for this course.  While you are here in my class, you will learn everything that you need to know about the interdimensional beings we refer to as “Nova” and how best to combat and repel them.  As Pandoras and Limiters, you are expected to train hard and learn diligently to help protect the human species from the Nova threat.  That is why you are enrolled at West Genetics, because you are the frontline soldiers whom mankind relies on to keep life as we know it continuing.  Otherwise, the world and the people you care about are doomed to extermination by the hands of the Nova.”

The tone in Yu-Mi’s voice was borderline militaristic.  While her voice certainly had its seductive charm, it was also firm and very direct when she needed to be.  Her mannerisms seemed to be akin to that of a drill instructor.  That might appear to be a bit much for a teacher at a high school, but given that Genetics facilities were military facilities as well as educational ones, it was understandable that at least some of the staff would act with a military mindset.

The class syllabus was laid out before the students, with various topical items that one might expect in a highschool setting.  Things like powerpoint-style lesson plans, videos, long-form verbal dictation, tests and pop quizzes, classroom rules and disciplinary consequences for bad behavior, and so on and so forth.  Given that the overall course would focus on all things related to Nova and Pandora, it was pretty much a ‘given’ that the course would be rather serious in it’s tone compared to more typical classroom lessons on subjects like math or literature.

After an hour or so of going through the introductory material, the class bell had rung, signaling the end of the day’s lesson.  The students started making their way out the door.  Kaho and Kazuya were among the last to leave when they were stopped by Miss Kim.

“Pardon me, you two,” said Yu-Mi, “a moment of your time, if I may.  Don’t worry about being late for your next classes.  I’ll write a late notice for each of you if you require it.”

“U-uh…okay then, Miss Kim,” said Kaho, a bit surprised that the teacher would want a personal session with two students right off the bat on the first day of classes.

“First off, Miss Hiragi, I felt it necessary to congratulate you on winning your class Carnival.  From what I saw of the footage, you fought rather honorably and showed a great amount of endurance throughout your matches.” exclaimed Yu-Mi.

“Oh…um…why thank you, Miss Kim,” said a somewhat flustered Kaho, given the blush on her cheeks, “I’m just glad that it’s over.  I certainly wasn’t expecting to place first, to be honest.  And it’s humbling to be given praise for it, especially by a veteran of the 8th Nova Clash at that.  I hope to make you proud, ma’am.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine, Miss Hiragi.  You’ve got a good head on your shoulders.  Just keep at it and don’t let others bring you down.  A little advice: Given that this is a place with highschool-aged girls, some of the other Pandora may try to talk smack on you, either behind your back or to your face.  Don’t let them get to you.  Trust me, I’ve been there when I was a student.” explained Yu-Mi, before turning her gaze to Kazuya.

“Thank you, Miss Kim,” said a somewhat giddy Kaho, who was only too happy to be praised and given advice by a rather renowned Pandora among the staff of West Genetics.

“Now then, Mr. Aoi, correct?” inquired Yu-Mi as she took a knee and brought herself down to Kazuya’s level.

“Yes, ma’am,” replied Kazuya, wondering what this woman was about to talk about.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” said Yu-Mi with a rather warm and endearing grin.  “Your sister has told me much about you.  She clearly has a fondness for her little brother.  And now that I’ve gotten to meet you face-to-face, I’d have to concur with her on a lot of what she told me.”

“Hopefully she said mostly good things about me, Miss Kim,” said Kazuya.  “I like to think that she wouldn’t share too many embarrassing stories about me from our childhood days.”

“Well…nothing too embarrassing anyway,” replied Yu-Mi with a grin.  “One thing that I would agree with Kazuha on is how much of a little cutie you are.  Would you agree with me, Miss Hiragi?”

“Oh…ah…well I…I’m not sure that I…uh…should be commenting…on something like that, Miss Kim.” replied Kaho.  Clearly, the freshman Pandora was taken aback by the question, especially since it was coming from an instructor she had just met.

“Relax, Kaho,” chuckled Yu-Mi, “it’s just the three of us in here.  Is it alright if I refer to you by your first name?  If the answer is yes, then feel free to refer to me by mine in return.  The same goes for you on that, Mr. Aoi.”

“Well, ma’am,” began Kazuya, “I don’t think that would be appropriate between student and teacher, especially right from the get-go.  It would make the other students assume that we’re…um…close, in a way of looking at things.  And I wouldn’t want to give them the wrong impression or have scandalous rumors flying about.  Would you agree with me on that, Miss Hiragi?”

“Yeah, I think that Mr. Aoi here has a point, ma’am,” said Kaho, backing up Kazuya’s explanation.  “We wouldn’t want the other students thinking that we were getting special treatment from you or something like that.  Otherwise, it would assuredly lead to bad assumptions about any or all three of us.”

“Relax, you two,” replied Yu-Mi.  “I’m not saying you have to call me by my first name in public.  Simply when it’s just us alone, like right now.  You see, I’d like to get to know both of you better, especially you, Kazuya.”  By this point, Yu-Mi’s visage was focused on the young man.  From Kazuya’s perspective, if he didn’t know better, he could have sworn that she was gazing upon him with a level of fondness that was bordering on…what was it…lust?  Affection?

Kazuya wasn’t sure just what this towering busty beauty had in store for him, though he was fairly certain that he wasn’t in any mortal danger from her.  He figured that in the worst-case scenario, he might fall victim to whatever sexually-charged advances she made on him.  At least that was his gut feeling on what Yu-Mi Kim’s intentions were towards him, given his read on the the atmosphere in the room at the moment.

Sure enough, to Kazuya’s surprise, Yu-Mi Kim had decided to do something rather bold right there and then:  She placed her hands underneath Kazuya’s armpits and lifted him up.  A moment later, Kazuya found himself being cradled against Yu-Mi’s torso, with his head pressing against her bodacious bosom.  The blush on his cheeks was only too apparent, matched by the blush on Kaho’s cheeks at the sight of such a thing.

“Uh…Miss Kim, what are you doing?” asked a flustered Kazuya.

“Taking you to see some fellow colleagues of mine.” replied Yu-Mi in a perfectly calm tone of voice, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“B-but, I have other classes to attend today,” countered Kazuya.  “I don’t want to make a bad first impression and be late or tardy for them.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that sort of thing, Kazuya,” replied Yu-Mi.  “I’ll simply explain that you had extenuating circumstances and that you simply couldn’t make it in time for your classes.  I’m sure the instructors will understand.  Besides, I really think you should make your introduction to these friends of mine, and the sooner the better.”  Yu-Mi turned her attention to Kaho right afterwards.

“Would you care to join us, Miss Hiragi?” asked Yu-Mi as she held Kazuya’s form firmly against her, pressing his head against one of her gigantic mounds.

Kaho was simply lost in awe, watching Kazuya cling against the instructor’s frame like a koala bear against a tree trunk.  Upon hearing Yu-Mi’s offer, she shook her head to get out of her stupor before looking the older woman in the eye.

“I uh…I’m not sure that I should, Miss Kim,” replied Kaho.  “I should probably get going to my next class.”

“Nonsense,” replied Yu-Mi, deciding to overrule Kaho’s reluctance.  “I’ll simply extend the same excuse to you as with Kazuya here.  In fact, I’m going to have to insist on it.  You’re coming with me, young lady.”  While the words were clearly laid out as an order, the tone in Yu-Mi’s voice had a hint of playfulness behind them.

Before Kaho could insist in the opposite direction and politely refuse the instructor’s command, she found herself being given a playful swat on one of her asscheeks, which she responded with a high-pitched “yip!”  Apparently, Yu-Mi Kim wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Come along now, young lady,” said Yu-Mi with a playful grin as she stepped forward, still crading Kazuya with one arm like it was nothing.  In doing so, she had violated literally ALL of Kaho’s personal space, which resulted in Kazuya being pressed in front by Yu-Mi’s breasts and Kaho’s more modest bosom behind him.  For a brief moment, Kazuya was effectively in what some would refer to as ‘marshmallow hell,’ though he certainly wasn’t suffering one little bit from the experience, aside from a somewhat strained oxygen intake as the result of being surrounded on all sides by tits.

“O-okay then, ma’am,” said Kaho, deciding to relent, “if you insist, I’ll happily tag along.”  The blush on her face was a mix of embarrassment from both Yu-Mi’s little love-tap on Kaho’s tushy as well as having Kazuya pressed up between the pair of Pandora, with the back of his head pressing against her own breasts at that very moment.

“I’m glad to hear it,” replied Yu-Mi with a satisfied grin.

A moment later, all three had left the lecture hall, with Yu-Mi still cradling a rather flustered Kazuya against her abdomen and bountiful bosom as if he were a small child with Kaho walking alongside her, still sporting her own blush of embarrassment from the sexually-charged playfulness she experiend just a few minutes ago.

“So, who are these colleagues we’re meeting, Miss Kim?” asked Kaho.

“Just some fellow instructors here at West Genetics, Kaho,” answered Yu-Mi, “and like I said, when it’s just us in private, feel free to call me by my first name.  In fact, I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on that from here on out.  The same with you, dear Kazuya.” said Yu-Mi as she stared down over her magnificent melons at the student whom she was cradling against her as she walked, with her tits bouncing slightly with every footfall as her stilettos clicked and clacked down the down the hallways.

“Well then, if that’s an order, ma’am,” replied Kazuya, “then I suppose I’ll have to follow it.”

Yu-Mi simply smiled in turn, glad that Kazuya was relenting to her command.  She then leaned in so that her lips were just an inch or so away from Kazuya’s ear.  Apparently, what she had next to say was for Kazuya alone to hear.

“G-cup by the way,” whispered Yu-Mi.  “I figured you were curious.”

Kazuya simply sat there, perched against Yu-Mi’s frame as he older woman continued walking down the hallways, taking both Kazuya and Kaho to wherever the destination was to meet Yu-Mi’s fellow colleagues.  As the trio proceeded to make their way down the halls, Kazuya could only think of one thing as the group made their way onward:

‘Are ALL Pandora this frisky and straightforward with this kind of behavior?  Even the teachers?  This is definitely a rather odd academy to say the least.  Not that I’m not…enjoying it, of course.’

These were Kazuya’s thoughts as the trio continued onward to wherever the final destination was, with both Kazuya and Kaho curious as to who these people were whom Yu-Mi was flat-out insisting on the two of them meeting.

As far as his expectations went regarding his first day, Kazuya Aoi wouldn’t include being carried one-armed on his instructor’s hip like an infant as one of them.

At the moment, he found himself bobbing up and down slightly as Yu-Mi Kim - his first period instructor - carried him around in the previously mentioned position as if it was the most normal thing in the world.  To say that Kazuya was flabbergasted by such a situation would be putting things gently.  After all, how many students are carried around by their teachers like a baby as if it was the most normal thing in the world to witness?

Whatever reservations Kazuya tried to convey to Miss Kim, she had made it apparently clear that there was no room for argument.  Given that this was West Genetics, which was a military facility as well as an academic one, she decided to “pull rank” as the saying goes and override whatever objections Kazuya might have raised at being carried on her side…and having her prodigious bosom pressed against his head all the while as she walked.

While Kazuya stayed still, letting Yu-Mi carry him all the while, he looked over towards Kaho Hiragi, who had ended up being roped along into joining him on wherever it was that the three of them were heading.  Given how adamantly Miss Kim was on not taking no for an answer, Kazuya and Kaho had relented in acquiescing to her rather insistent request on tagging along.  In Kazuya’s case, that was made all the more apparent, given that from a size perspective, he was in no position to deny her command, given that she was practically twice his height.

Wherever the three of them were headed, Kazuya was rather curious as to just who it was that Yu-Mi was so insistent on introducing both he and Kaho to.  After all, it was only the first day of class, so there shouldn’t be any rush on getting new students acquainted with the staff at West Genetics, logically speaking.  It was the sort of thing that simply made Kazuya’s mind boggle all the more, wondering just what the purpose of such a sudden and unexpected detour to his regularly scheduled learning course.

After a few minutes of walking - and appreciating the buoyancy, firmness, and prodigious swell of Yu-Mi’s bosom - Kazuya (and Kaho) had apparently arrived at the journey’s conclusive destination.  Opening a door, Yu-Mi had guided the two into what appeared to be a room designed for interviews and group conferences.  Guiding the two into the room, Yu-Mi motioned for Kaho to take a seat which was positioned around a massive conference table, which the young lady proceeded to do.  Kazuya expected to be placed on a separate seat a moment later, finally glad that he wouldn’t be handled like some newborn any longer.

Lo and behold, to Kazuya’s surprise, he found that he ended up still being within Yu-Mi Kim’s possession.  The buxom instructor simply took a seat with Kazuya firmly secured within her lap, her arms draped over his person like a safety belt, holding him snugly against her torso, with his head held firmly between her gargantuan bosom.

Kazuya had learned enough about Pandora to know that there was no way that he could get out of Yu-Mi’s grip whatsoever, unless she happened to loosen it.  It seemed that the woman had no intention of letting Kazuya out of her grasp…at least not yet anyway.

Upon Yu-Mi taking her seat - and Kaho taking hers - all three members sat in momentary silence.  Kazuya wasn’t sure just when these friends of Yu-Mi’s would arrive, so he figured he might as well get straight to the point on that very topic.

“Umm…Miss Kim?”  Kazuya began, “May I ask when these colleagues of yours will be arriving?  And also, on a side note, could you please let me go so I can sit on my own independent seat, by chance?”

Yu-Mi turned her head downward, facing Kazuya as he spoke.  Upon Kazuya finishing, Yu-Mi grinned and tightened her grip ever so slightly so as to not hurt Kazuya but only firmly establish how snuggly she had secured him.

“Well now, Kazuya,” replied Yu-Mi, “as to your first question, I’d surmise that they should show up within the next few minutes, barring some unforeseen circumstances, of course.  As to your second question, I’m afraid I’m going to have to say no to that.”

“And why not, if I may be so bold to ask, Miss Kim?” countered Kazuya.

“Well, simply put,” said Yu-Mi, I’m not yet ready to give you up, you little cutie.”  Yu-Mi followed through with this by burrowing her nose into Kazuya’s scalp and inhaling enough to take in his scent, which simply made her all the more giddy.

“I figured that I would appreciate the time I have you in my clutches before the others arrive,” elaborated Yu-Mi.  “Oh, and like I mentioned earlier, I insist that you simply call me Yu-Mi in private settings.  In fact, from here on out, you are barred from referring to me as ‘Miss Kim’ or anything like that, Kazuya.”  While the tone in Yu-Mi’s voice was playful enough, Kazuya could tell that this woman was adamant in her declaration.  She simply wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer.

“But we’ve just recently become acquainted,” replied Kazuya.  “It would be improper for me to refer to you by your first name, especially since you’re my instructor.  Wouldn’t you agree, Miss Hiragi?”  Kazuya turned his gaze towards Kaho, hoping the younger Pandora would back up his point.

Kaho simply nodded her head in agreement, all the while still blushing at the sight of Kazuya being propped up in Yu-Mi’s lap like a small child.  While she wouldn’t vocalize her thoughts, she felt a little envious at the sight in front of her.  A part of her wanted to reach out and place Kazuya into HER lap and hold him against her like some kind of teddy bear.

“See?” Kazuya asked Yu-Mi, motioning to Kaho’s response and hoping it would make the busty Pandora rethink her position.  Alas, it was to no avail.

“I get your point…and I simply do not agree,” answered Yu-Mi as she slightly tightened her grip on Kazuya and playfully nuzzled into his scalp, breathing in his scent and getting turned on in the process.  Clearly, she was both enjoying this and adamant about getting her way.  And from Kazuya’s perspective, it would be rather difficult to go against the wishes of a woman who was nearly eleven feet tall and in peak physical condition to boot.

“My mind’s made up,” declared Yu-Mi.  “When we’re in private settings or outside of class, you are to refer to me by my first name, plain and simple.  Am I understood?”   There was a momentary pause, before Kaho and Kazuya realized that Yu-Mi wanted a vocal response from them.

“Yes, ma’am,” they replied in unison.

“Sorry, wrong answer.  Try again,” said Yu-Mi with a smile.  “Like I said, when we are in private settings…like right now for instance.”

“Yes…Yu-Mi,” muttered a blushing Kazuya.  Kaho replied the same a moment later.

“See now, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” grinned Yu-Mi at getting her way on such a small matter.  “Now then, it shouldn’t be much longer for the others to show up.  They should be here any minute now.”

“How are you certain about that, Miss Kim…I mean, Yu-Mi?” asked Kaho, quickly correcting herself in the process.

“We tend to take our group break after the first period, my friends and I.  It’s how my colleagues and I arranged our class schedule so that we can all eat and talk together,” explained Yu-Mi.

“That’s a rather lucky scenario for the whole lot of you,” commented Kazuya.  “Can the staff at West Genetics afford to have a group of you taking off together like that?  Are there enough instructors to fill in for you during your break?”

“Why indeed there are, Kazuya,” replied Yu-Mi with a rather warm smile.  “The setup here at West Genetics is made so that groups of the teaching staff can take off, usually four or five at a time per class period.  My group had our break arranged so that the whole lot of us would meet up after the end of first period.”

“How many is that exactly?” asked Kaho.

“Including myself, five in total,” answered Yu-Mi.  Not a moment after her answer, the door opened up and in came said group of fellow instructors.

True to Yu-Mi’s word, four more women - all of them Pandora - entered the break room.

The first woman to enter had blonde hair and blue-gray eyes, indicating that she was almost certainly foreign to Japan.  Her bulk of her hair was done up in a bun at the back of her head, with long side bangs hanging all the way down to her collarbone while at the front were two cowlicks done up to look almost like antennas in the center of her hairline.  The tips of her hair appeared to be darker, closer to bronze or copper in their hue.  She wore a white dress shirt like Yu-Mi and a maroon-colored long skirt that went all the way down to her shins.  Her choice of footwear were simple gray pumps.  The woman’s facial features reminded Kazuya of Satellizer, which made him wonder if she happened to be related to her.  From what he could tell, the woman had an outgoing and rather friendly personality, given her facial features and the vibes she was giving off as she entered the room.

The second woman was the tallest of the group by far and had a lean build.  Her hair was short and dark green in color and her eye color was light blue.  Most likely this woman was a foreigner to Japan as well.  She had her hair done up in a simple ponytail.  Her outfit consisted of an open lab coat overtop a violet colored button-up dress shirt.  Further down, she wore a black short skirt, ending along her upper thighs.  Her legs were covered by light brown stockings and for footwear she wore medium brown boots with modest heels.  The woman’s overall demeanor appeared rather laid back from what Kazuya could make of her.

The third woman was one whom Kazuya was more than familiar with.  Why none other than his big sister Kazuha followed after the tall, lean Pandora.  Wearing the same outfit Kazuya saw her in when they met yesterday, she looked just as radiant as she always had.  When she entered the room and made eye contact with Kazuya, Kazuha gave him a loving little wink and puckered her lips in order to make the gesture of blowing him a kiss, which in turn made Kazuya blush at the brazenness of such a show of affection in the presence of others.

The last woman to follow was another foreigner, given her long crimson hair, brown eyes, and fair skin complexion.  She seemed to have a slightly more guarded disposition compared to the other Pandora, though it wasn’t necessarily a hostile one, at least from what Kazuya could make of her.  Her choice of clothing began with a white, sleeveless dress shirt with the top buttons undone (giving Kazuya a great view of both her slender but toned arms and her bountiful cleavage).  Further down, she wore a particularly short miniskirt, even shorter than the green-haired Pandora’s skirt by comparison (and that was saying something).  She wore no stockings whatsoever, which gave Kazuya an equally great view of her legs in all of their wonderful entirety.  Like Yu-Mi, this Pandora went with black stilettos for footwear, which only furthered the visual appeal of her legs, accentuating the curvature and definition of both her thighs and calves.  Overall, this Pandora’s form of dress was undoubtedly the most liberal out of the assembled party of Pandora currently in the conference room at this point.

Once the party of four had entered the room they immediately all assembled around Yu-Mi, with their attention obviously focused on the Limiter perched in her lap.

“Alright, Yu-Mi,” said the tall green-haired Pandora with a grin, “who’s your little friend you’ve got there?”

“This here, ladies,” began Yu-Mi, holding Kazuya facing forward for all of them to see, “is Kazuya Aoi.  He’s a recent arrival to West Genetics and starting his freshman year.  I thought I’d bring him along with me on break and introduce him to the lot of you.”

“Aoi?” asked the blonde-haired Pandora before turning towards Kazuya’s big sister.  “So then, is he related to you by chance, Kazuha?”

“Indeed he is,” grinned Kazuha in response.

“Aww, he is just the CUTEST!” squealed the blonde, who a moment later had leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Yu-Mi, which in turn meant that Kazuya was now sandwiched between their bosoms, with Yu-Mi’s pressing from behind and the blonde Pandora’s somewhat smaller chest pressing up front into Kazuya’s face.

“Miss Violet,” spoke up the redheaded Pandora, “I think you’re smothering the poor boy.”

The blonde Pandora pulled back a moment later, bowing her head and quickly apologizing.

“I’m so sorry about that,” she began.  “It’s just when I see such a little cutie, I can’t help myself.  Please forgive me for my forwardness.”

“I-it’s alright, ma’am,” replied a flustered Kazuya.  “No harm, no foul.”

“Anyway,” said Yu-Mi once more, “I suppose introductions are in order.  After all, I did bring Kazuya along in order to get acquainted with all of you.”  One by one, Yu-Mi began introductions of her fellow Pandora.

“This person here,” started Yu-Mi, gesturing to the blonde-haired Pandora, “is Violet L. Bridget.  She hails from a prestigious family and has a younger sister as a student here.  She teaches courses on business management and home ec.  In her spare time, she helps run the family business, which if I remember right involves overseeing the day-to-day functions at numerous L. Bridget resorts around the world.”

“L. Bridget?” asked Kazuya.  “Your younger sister, would her name happen to be Satellizer, by chance?”  Violet’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.

“Oh, so you’ve met Satella already!” she squealed with joy.  “I’m glad to hear it.  In fact, now that I think about it, she did mention making the acquaintance of a newly arrived Limiter yesterday during lunch period.  I assume that would be you, Mr. Aoi?”  Kazuya nodded in response.

“I’m happy to hear it,” continued Violet.  “I hope you enjoy your time here at West Genetics and that we get to know each other better.  It makes me so happy to see Satella coming out of her shell and making new friends.”

“Alright then, onto the next one,” said Yu-Mi once more.  “This person here,” she gestured to the tall, green-haired Pandora, “is Elize Schmitz.  She’s the chief doctor at our infirmary and teaches courses on biology and human anatomy.  She’s also a comrade of mine from our student days.”

“A pleasure to meet you face-to-face, Mr. Aoi,” said Elize with a grin as she leaned over in order to bring her head more level with Kazuya’s, since he was still seated in Yu-Mi’s lap after all.

“Likewise, Miss Schmitz,” replied Kazuya.  “It’s good to get acquainted with the Pandora who fought alongside my sister back in the day.  As he made eye contact with Elize, Kazuya couldn’t help but notice that she had the uppermost buttons on her dress shirt undone, which in turn gave Kazuya a decent enough glimpse down her shirt and at her cleavage.  While the taller Pandora wasn’t as buxom as her counterparts, she still had enough of a bosom to catch Kazuya’s eye.  If she were a normal sized woman, Kazuya would have guessed her bra size to be a C-cup, and since she was a Pandora, her breasts were still easily a handful from Kazuya’s perspective.  He must have engaged in staring a little longer than he should have, because it got a response out of Elize.

“See something you like, Kazuya?” teased Elize with a smirk.  The young man quickly averted his eyes and blushed, feeling embarrassed for being caught in the act.

“I’m sorry, miss,” replied Kazuya.  “I didn’t mean to…to…”  Before he could get another word in, Elize leaned in really close so that her lips were nearly touching Kazuya’s ear.  Such closeness in proximity made Kazuya alert once more, given in part that he could take in her rich, womanly scent now that she was nearly touching him.

“It’s okay, you know,” whispered Elize.  “While we may send mixed signals at times, women tend to like it when a guy appreciates her body…or at least, when it’s a guy she likes, anyway.”  Elize finished her statement by gently blowing into Kazuya’s ear, followed by a light smooch on his cheek.

Kazuya’s breath seized up in his throat at the sudden display of sexually-charged playfulness from Elize.  In that moment, he really was at a loss for words.

“Hey now, what exactly are you whispering about?” asked Yu-Mi to Elize while gently increasing her grip on Kazuya and enveloping his head between her bosom in the process.

“Oh nothing you need fret over Yu-Mi-chan,” smirked Elize in reply as she stood back upright, towering above the others once more.  “What say we wrap up introductions for dear Kazuya, hm?”

“Well then, this lovely lady over here,” said Yu-Mi as she gestured towards Kazuha, “is somebody I’d wager that you don’t need much introduction on your part, right Kazuya?”

“You’d be more than correct there, ma’am,” answered the boy as he smiled towards his big sister.  The gesture was returned as Kazuha shot her little brother a rather endearing smile of her own, with her cheeks lighting up in a rather rosy hue.

“Well, Kazuha here serves alongside Yu-Mi as an instructor on combating Nova,” explained Elize.  “She also teaches a class on the finer points of Japanese culture to incoming students who hail from different countries, if I remember it correctly.”

“It’s only logical,” chimed Violet.  “After all, who better to instruct on all things Japanese than somebody who hails from Japan?”

“It’s good to see you again, little brother,” said Kazuha as she gazed longingly down at Kazuya.  If the look on Kazuya’s face was any indicator, the feeling was certainly mutual, given the blush on his cheeks and the shine in his eyes as he looked in Kazuha’s general direction.

To Kazuya’s surprise, he suddenly found himself rising up as Yu-Mi got out of her seat and suddenly handed over Kazuya towards his big sister.  For a moment, Kazuya once again found himself being sandwiched between Yu-Mi’s large breasts behind him and Kazuha’s slightly smaller bosom in his face before being secured in his big sister’s arms.

“Y-Yu-Mi,” said a somewhat startled Kazuha, “what are you doing, exactly?”  She looked down at her little brother, making sure that he was firmly safe in her grasp before turning back towards her colleague.

“Thought you two could use a little bonding time, that’s all,” grinned Yu-Mi.  “While I was certainly enjoying the contact with your little brother, I figured it was only fair that he got some one-on-one time with his big sister, especially since it had been so long since the who of you last saw each other.”

The Aoi siblings simply stood there for a moment, each one sporting a distinct enough blush at the situation in which they found themselves.  It might have been partly out of embarrassment, but it was also out of arousal on both of their parts as well.  Kazuya could only hope and pray that his sister didn’t feel the erection that was forming in his pants at that very moment, where Kazuha in turn hoped that her brother wouldn’t feel the erection forming in her nipples as she felt his frame pressed against her abdomen and bosom.

“And lastly,” said Yu-Mi once more, this time gesturing to the red-headed Pandora, “this is Amelia Evans.  She’s a recent graduate from the E-Pandora program and now works here as a teaching assistant and junior instructor.”

“E-Pandora program?” asked a freshly intrigued Kazuya.

“It’s a program designed to aid in the creation of more Pandora,” explained Elize.  “In the early days of the Pandora project, there were only so many women who were compatible with stigmata.  The E-Pandora program - the “E” standing for evolution - was created to bring women with lower stigmata compatibility and turn them into Pandora.”

“While it had mixed results in the early days of its creation,” added Violet, “the program has made progress over the last few years.  Amelia is one of the top-ranked recruits who graduated with flying colors.  She can fight on the same level most of the third-year Pandora here at West Genetics.”

“I’d like to think that I could hold my own against them if the situation required it,” muttered Amelia, “otherwise I couldn’t really justify my position as a junior instructor here at this academy.  After all, students aren’t likely to respect the teacher if they can outdo her in combat and other related skill sets.  Though, Miss Mably certainly gave me a run for my money not so long ago.”

“Mably?” asked Kazuya.  “Not by chance Elizabeth Mably?”

“The one and the same,” answered Kazuha.  “You’ve certainly made some friends since your arrival here, haven’t you, little brother?”

“I was introduced to her through the student council president earlier today,” explained Kazuya.  “She’s a rather lovely young woman.  Very refined from what I made of her.”

“Did you hear that, ladies?” asked Elize.  “It seems our newly arrived freshman Limiter is already getting fresh with the senior Pandoras.  He really is a little casanova, isn’t he?”

“It’s not like that, Miss Schmitz,” replied a flustered Kazuya.  “We just recently met and simply got to know each other a bit, that’s all.”

“First off, Kazuya,” replied Elize, “you are to refer to me as ‘Elize,’ when we’re in private, understood?  I’d wager that Yu-Mi here has said something similar to you before we arrived, am I correct?”

“Th-that’s correct, ma’am,” replied Kazuya.

“In fact, I’m pretty sure I speak for my fellow colleagues when I say that you are to refer to us on a first-name basis whenever we aren’t in class.  Would I be correct in that assumption, ladies?” asked Elize, gesturing to her fellow Pandora.

Yu-Mi, Kazuha, and Violet all nodded in agreement.  Amelia was the only one to speak her response.

“He’s welcome to refer to me by either name, if he so desires,” replied the redheaded Pandora.

“I appreciate that sentiment, Miss Evans,” Kazuya responded, glad that there was at least ONE woman who wasn’t insistent in having him refer to her by her first name.

“Oh, my apologies,” said Yu-Mi, “in all of this matter of introduction, I forgot to include our other fellow freshman.  This is Miss Kaho Hiragi, the newly christened first-rank Pandora in her class,” Yu-Mi gestured to the young lady who was quietly seated during the whole session of “who’s who” between Kazuya and Yu-Mi’s fellow colleagues.

“Umm…hello there, ladies,” said Kaho shyly.  “It’s both a pleasure and an honor to make all of your acquaintances.”

“I’m sorry, miss,” replied Violet.  “I didn’t mean to brush over you during our little meet-and-greet session.  Come on over here!”  Not a moment later did Violet embrace Kaho in a warm and rather endearing hug, holding the younger Pandora tightly against her and making her blush in the process at such an out-of-the-blue act of intimacy.

“I second Violet on that statement,” added Elize.  “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Miss Hiragi, and congratulations on winning your class’s Carnival.  You should be proud of your accomplishment.  Just know that others will be envious of you from here on and gunning for your rank as a result.”

“Thank you for the guidance, Miss Schmitz,” replied Kaho, still in Violet’s endearing embrace and blushing at that particular moment, mostly because her bosom was pressed firmly against Violet’s own bosom as the older Pandora continued to squeeze the younger girl in her overly friendly embrace.

“Miss L. Bridget,” commented Amelia, “perhaps you should loosen your grip on Miss Hiragi.  I think you’re embarrassing the young lady a bit with your gesture.”  Upon hearing this, Violet released Kaho and proceeded to apologize for coming off as too forward in her embrace.  Kaho replied that it was okay and that she wasn’t made uncomfortable by the gesture at all.  If anything, the young lady was a tad turned on by such a thing, though she made sure not to allude to that in her response.

“Well now, since we’re all acquainted,” said Kazuha, “what say we enjoy our break period and get something to eat?  Miss Hiragi, you’re more than welcome to join us, of course.”

“Th-thank you, Miss Aoi,” replied a flustered Kaho.

“Please, call me Kazuha if you like,” commented Kazuha with that warm, endearing smile of hers, which made Kaho blush in kind at how openly endearing the older Aoi sibling could be.  It seemed that most of the older Pandora here had no problems being quite welcoming and overly friendly with the student body, if their actions with Kazuya were any indicator.

After the introductions had been made between Kazuya, Kaho, and the older Pandora, the group had proceeded to engage in their lunch break.  During that time, Kazuya expected that he would finally be put down and allowed to sit on his own, independent of being held like a small child in the embrace of a Pandora.  While he wasn’t necessarily against the idea of such an act, he felt it a tad emasculating.  That and he also wanted to avoid any of them being wise to the erection he was getting, being in the presence of so many beautiful women.  With the close proximity he was in with virtually ALL of them at one point or another - in particular with regards to both the feel of their bodies pressed against his and the heavenly aromas wafting off their persons - Kazuya could only hope and pray that they would be none the wiser to the arousal that they were drawing forth from him.

As it turned out, Kazuya’s worst fears came to pass regarding his wishes to be physically independent from the group of Pandora.  During the lunch period, they had pretty much all agreed to share Kazuya between them with regards to seating him.  To elaborate, they had come to an arrangement where Kazuya would be shared between the lot of them AS seating.  So every ten minutes or so, Kazuya found himself in the embrace of one Pandora after another.  While he had expected either Kaho, Amelia, or even Kazuha to have reservations about such an arrangement, even THEY said nothing in argument against such a proposal, which left Kazuya rather speechless at their willingness to join in such an act of intimacy.

So it was, over the span of an hour, Kazuya found himself sitting in the lap of one Pandora after another, feeling her respective body pressed against his while she ate and talked with her fellow Pandora.  With each Pandora, Kazuya started becoming acquainted with the feel of her bosom against the back of his head, the mix of firmness and softness of both her pectorals and her thighs, and of course the overwhelming heavenly aroma coming off of her.  While it was absolutely a rather heavenly experience for the young man, he was hoping beyond all hope that none of them would catch on to the fact that he was sporting a raging boner by this point.  He simply couldn’t help himself, being surrounded by so many dominating and sexually enticing women.

Kazuya could have sworn that these women knew EXACTLY what they were doing, insofar as trying to get some kind of a rise out of him while they ate and talked about the humdrum of day-to-day activities.  While Kaho might have felt a little intimidated, being the youngest of the group, even she started to feel more at home when talking with the lot of them as though they had become long acquainted with one another.  It was a rather surreal thing for Kazuya to witness as they enjoyed their break period.

When he looked towards the clock on the wall, Kazuya felt the need to speak up.

“I’m sorry to ruin the good times and all, but it looks like the period is almost over,” said Kazuya to the group.  At that moment, he was seated in Amelia’s lap, with the redhead having one arm wrapped around Kazuya’s torso while she held a utensil in the hand of her other arm.

“Well now, sad to say that Kazuya has a point, ladies,” said Kazuha in response.  “Looks like we have to wrap things up by this point.”  Knowing that Kazuha was correct in her assessment, the other Pandora proceeded to finish up their meals and throw out their trash before proceeding to leave the room.

“So then, what do you have up next, little brother?” asked Kazuha.

Ironically enough, at that point, the loudspeaker went off before Kazuya could respond.

“Kazuya Aoi,” said the voice over the intercom, “please report to the office of the headmistress as soon as possible.  I repeat, please report to the office of the headmistress as soon as possible.”

At that moment, Kazuya wondered whether or not he was in trouble.  Given that it was his first official day in class and he had so far not made any trouble, he was hopeful that he wasn’t being summoned for anything regarding punishment or a warning of some sort.

“Ladies, the rest of you may take your leave,” stated Kazuha.  “I’ll escort Kazuya down to see Sister Margaret.”  While Yu-Mi, Elize, and Violet were rather adamant about tagging along in escorting Kazuya alongside his big sister, Kazuha held firm and countered their offer.

“Now, now,” she said, “you have students waiting on you and you can’t be absent from your classes over one lone freshman.”

“And yet you’re willing to do that very thing yourself,” replied Elize with a smirk.

“Kazuya needs only ONE escort to accompany him to see the headmistress, and I’ll be off as soon as he’s been escorted, plain and simple,” countered Kazuha.

Deciding not to push things further and argue over who it was that would escort Kazuya to see Sister Margart, the other Pandora relented and began to vacate the conference room and head to their respective classes for next period.  That left both the Aoi twins alone in the conference room at last.

“Well then, shall we away, Kazuya?” asked Kazuha in her usual endearing tone of voice she reserved for her little brother.

“After you, big sister,” said Kazuya with a rosy grin on his face, gesturing for Kazuha to take the lead in escorting him.  With that, the siblings made their way out the door and towards the headmistress’s office.

Once again, it was just the two of them, Kazuya and his big sister, walking down the hallway towards the headmaster’s - or more accurately, the headmistress’s - office.  For a moment, Kazuya pondered as to whether or not Kazuha was going to carry him on her hip as was the case earlier with Yu-Mi and the other instructors.  He was thankful that didn’t end up being the case, though he had a feeling that if he asked to be carried, Kazuha would have no objections to such an arrangement.

While Kazuya certainly didn’t mind the feeling of being held and pressed against the bodies of so many towering beauties, he found the act to be a little emasculating and embarrassing at times.  It made him feel as though he was either an infant or some kind of living teddy bear for them to haul around while they walked and talked, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.  Given that he was a new arrival to West Genetics, the notion of such an arrangement still felt rather foreign to him.

“So,” began Kazuya, deciding to strike up conversation as the two of them walked down the hall, “am I in some kind of trouble?”

“I don’t believe you are,” replied Kazuha, “given that it’s your first day of classes.  Unless you happened to pick a fight with someone already.”  The tone in Kazuha’s voice indicated that she was teasing her little brother, knowing damn well that Kazuya wasn’t the type to instigate or start a brawl with somebody…at least for no good reason anyway.

“No.  No schoolyard fisticuffs or heated shouting matches yet,” replied Kazuya with a chuckle.  “I’d rather not make enemies here, period, but especially not on the first day.”

“Have you made any other new friends yet?” inquired Kazuha as she matched her stride with Kazuya’s, making sure she wasn’t walking too fast for her little brother.  “I’ve heard that you’re becoming acquainted with several of the third-year Pandoras already.”

“Well, let’s see,” thought Kazuya aloud.  “As far as third-years go, there’s Satellizer L. Bridget, Rana Linchen, Chiffon Fairchild, Ticy Phenyl, and Elizabeth Mably.  I’ve also met Kaho Hiragi, whom you’ve met earlier, as well as Ganessa Roland.”

“The top-ranked first-year and second-year Pandoras already.  You really DO get around, don’t you little brother,” chuckled Kazuha.  “That and also getting acquainted with the highest ranking Pandoras among the third-years; you’re fast on your way to having some powerful friends on your side.”

“It certainly doesn’t hurt to have prospective allies in the future,” replied Kazuya.

“Some of those girls also come from prestigious families to boot,” continued Kazuha.  “Satellizer, Elizabeth, and Ganessa all hail from rich and politically influential families back in the United Kingdom.  In fact, several Pandoras here come from well-to-do families.”

“I hope that’s not the main reason they got into being Pandoras,” muttered Kazuya.  He didn’t like the notion of having a lot of money being the reason for being accepted into an academy like West Genetics.  The idea of people simply buying their way into a place left a bad feeling in his gut.

“Of course not, Kazuya,” replied his sister.  “They understand that they have a duty to help the continuation of our species in the face of the Nova threat.  They also happen to have a relatively high compatibility rate with their stigmata.  In fact, having a high enough compatibility rate with stigmata is the key defining feature in becoming a Pandora.  It’s more important than money, status, grade scores, or social connections.  After all, we’re raising these young women to become warriors in order to fight off the monsters at our doorstep.”

“Makes sense,” thought Kazuya aloud.  “Say, got a question, sis,” he continued.

“Yes?” asked a curious Kazuha.

“For the Pandora who survive and graduate from Genetics, assuming there are those who either wish to retire, or become something other than Pandora, do they have their stigmata removed as a result?”

“Removing a stigmata from a Pandora is something that almost never occurs, unless it's done as a punitive measure or if a Pandora is already dead,” answered Kazuha.  “Removal of the stigmata tends to result in serious long-term physical and psychological trauma onto a Pandora.  It’s only done to a Pandora who is seen as too dangerous and a threat to those around her.  Such an act is reserved for those deemed as either malicious or psychotic.”

“So…when a Pandora is no longer a student at a Genetics facility, is she forced into service with Genetics or Chevalier for the rest of her life?” asked Kazuya.

“Most Pandoras choose to continue their service, either as instructors at a Genetics facility or being rolled into Chevalier as soldiers.  As to whether or not such a thing is enforced against their will, it’s only in matters of wartime emergency.  Think of it effectively as a military draft for Pandoras, and Limiters as well.  If the Nova incursion becomes too serious that mankind is either losing territory or too many casualties to the Nova, then yes.  Both Pandoras and Limiters are pressed into service for the good of the human race.  So as long as we’re not in a state of wartime emergency, then Pandoras and Limiters are free to mingle with the general public.”

“Seems kind of risky, don’t you think?” inquired Kazuya.  “I mean, having women who average around eleven feet in height walking and interacting with the general public…doesn’t that strike you as something that is bound to become problematic?”

“Thanks to the efforts of Genetics and the pooling of global resources, society has been altered significantly to accommodate Pandoras among the masses.  Homes, roads, public spaces and venues, several aspects and features of society and everyday life have been altered to accommodate us bigger girls.  Ceiling height, seating arrangements, restroom dimensions, properly-sized clothing, you name it and chances are that there have been accommodations made in turn to cater to a Pandora’s needs,” explained Kazuha.

“That’s certainly something…having to restructure society around the world so that Pandoras can fit in among them.  The price tag for such a thing must be astronomical,” replied Kazuya.

“When it’s a matter of survival of the human species, money becomes secondary,” stated Kazuha in a matter-of-fact tone.  “Genetics and Chevalier have effectively been given a blank check when it comes to making whatever is required for Pandoras.  And since Pandoras are basically needed around the world, then the world needs to make accommodations for us big girls.  It’s that simple.”

“I mean, I know that it’s been many years now, so society has become more normalized to interacting with Pandoras and all, but it’s still kind of profound when you think about it,” thought Kazuya aloud.  “Tens of thousands of years of human evolution uprooted in the span of a few decades.  A world where men were the dominant sex because of their greater physical strength is now a thing of the past.  It’s been replaced with a new world order where women call the shots, simply from the power of their size alone.”

“Does that arrangement bother you, Kazuya?” asked Kazuha as she paused in her walking and looked down at her little brother.

“Me personally?” replied Kazuya.  “No, not really.  I mean, I’ve pretty much grown up in a world where Pandora have become somewhat commonplace.  It’s just that I know that there are people out there who are still alive and old enough to recall when things were different.  And some of those people probably prefer to keep to the old ways where men were stronger than women and running the show, you know?”

“Change is sometimes scary, I understand,” said Kazuha.  “But change occurs whether we want it or not.  A caterpillar doesn’t always stay a caterpillar.  Sometimes it becomes a butterfly.  Sometimes a mountain ends up being a volcano when it’s no longer dormant and part of it is blown off in the process when it eventually erupts.  An infant doesn’t stay an infant forever; it eventually grows into a fully-matured man or woman.  Such things are simply the everyday facets of the world in which we live.”

“But you’re talking things in nature, big sister,” explained Kazuya.  “I’m referring to broader society, and some people are loath to change their ways.”

“To those people, I’d simply say ‘Adapt or die.’ in response,” replied Kazuha.  “Change is the essence of nature.  To survive is to embrace change when it inevitably occurs and work around the changes as best as one can.  To fight it is to engage in a losing battle in the end.  I know that there will always be those who simply cannot accept the world in which we live now.  However, the Pandoras are here to stay, and there are certainly a LOT of us after all these years.  Therefore, society in general is simply going to have to come to terms that more and more women have literally more power in the physical sense than men.  I mean, after all, when you’re walking around places being ten, eleven, or twelve feet in height, it’s pretty much guaranteed that you’ll be stronger than even the strongest of men in the vicinity, especially when you’re more-or-less double his height and have several hundreds of pounds more in weight than him.  Like it or not, the world in which we live is now basically a woman’s world, and it’s becoming more so with every passing year as the number of Pandora goes up.”

“I agree with that,” said Kazuya.  “All I’m saying is that there’s always the risk of a Pandora causing a scene of some kind and using her size to her advantage to harass, intimidate, or even harm members of the general public.  I figured that society in general wouldn’t want to take that kind of risk, being at the mercy of a bunch of amazons who average around eleven feet in height or more.”

“They have no more risk from being harmed by a Pandora than they would being harmed by a non-Pandora,” replied Kazuha.  “Society tolerates the risk of normal-sized people walking about with the free will and the capabilities to do harm in any number of ways, whether that’s with a firearm, explosives, a vehicle, a chemical or biological agent, or any other type of weapon or tool used to kill or harm.  Adding Pandora to the mix is simply one more factor being added to the overall formula, that’s all.  And besides…”

“Besides what?” asked Kazuya with a cocked eyebrow.

“Given how many Pandora there are globally now, it’s fairly commonplace for a good Pandora to intervene and stop a rogue Pandora whenever she acts out of line or maliciously,” explained Kazuha.  “Fortunately, good Pandora vastly outnumber bad Pandora, so it’s rather unlikely for a Pandora to try and pull something on a non-Pandora with intention to intimidate, harm, or kill.  After all, Pandoras live in this world alongside everyone else, so we figure that it’s best for everyone if we all get along with one another.  As long as society can accommodate our needs due to our increased size, then there’s really not that much of a problem in the big picture, at least in my opinion.”

The conversation between the siblings was approaching its end, for they had arrived at the headmistress’s office just as Kazuha was done speaking.

“Well, Kazuya, it seems we’ve arrived,” stated Kazuha as she looked down past her bosom at her little brother.  “Are you ready?”

“I like to think I am,” answered Kazuya.  “I know you said not to worry over the notion of being in trouble, but I can’t help but be just a little nervous as to what this whole thing is about, at least until I know what I’ve been called here for.  I never did like uncertainty.”

Kazuha leaned down in a crouching position on one knee and proceeded to give Kazuya a rather endearing hug, smothering his face in the stupendously substantial cleavage of her bosom before giving him a tender smooch on his forehead.  All the while, she had him wrapped in a bear hug, completely enveloping him in her arms while she embraced him with all the tenderness she could convey, which was to say a hell of a lot of it.

“Don’t worry, Kazuya,” Kazuha said with both a smile and tone of voice that were so warm that they could melt butter.  “I’m sure everything will be perfectly fine.  If anything sudden or alarming comes of this, rest assured that your big sister will be there to help you out.  I promise.”

Kazuya closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then exhaled before responding in kind to his big sister’s assurances.

“Thanks, Kazuha,” he said with his own warm smile.  “You seem to know just what to say to help put me at ease, you know that?”

“I’m your big sister, Kazuya.  It’s my job to be there for my little brother.”  Kazuha finished with a playful wink and another smooch on Kazuya’s forehead before standing upright once more, towering high above her little brother yet again.  She then briefly knocked on the door before announcing herself.

“Sister Margaret?” asked Kazuha.  “It’s me.  I’ve brought Kazuya to you as requested.”

“Please, come in,” replied Margaret’s voice from beyond the door.

Kazuha entered first with Kazuya right behind her.  Sure enough, up ahead sat Sister Margaret at her desk with a humble and calm smile on her lovely features.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Aoi,” began Margaret.  “Please, take a seat.  I trust that all has been well so far for your first day here at West Genetics?”

Kazuya walked towards a chair which was centered directly in front of Margaret’s desk, though the chair was far beneath the edge of the desk, which meant that Kazuya wouldn’t be able to see Margaret over the edge of her desk and vice versa for Margaret unless she leaned forward to peer over it.

“Umm, headmistress,” began Kazuya, “I don’t mean to make things awkward, but I’m not sure how we’ll be able to see each other given the uh…current seating arrangements.”  Margaret simply chuckled for a second and broadened her smile before replying.

“Please, Mr. Aoi,” she gestured towards the seat in front of her desk, “just take a seat and I promise that everything will work out just fine.”  From what Kazuya could gauge, there was nothing devious in what Sister Margaret was saying.  Glancing off to the side at Kazuha for a second opinion on the matter, Kazuya simply saw his big sister nod her head in agreement, as if she was saying “Go ahead, take a seat.”  Deciding to play along, Kazuya took the seat that was offered to him.

Just a few seconds later, Sister Margaret pressed a button on her desk and right afterwards, Kazuya’s seat began levitating off the ground and proceeded to make its way towards Margaret’s desk, all the while securing Kazuya’s waist and torso in automatic straps which snapped securely over his person.  Once it had hovered directly over the desktop, Kazuya’s chair had descended down firmly in the center of Margaret’s desk, coming to a rest and releasing the restraints upon his person as it did so.

The experience was rather alarming at first, though Kazuya managed to keep his composure all the same.  Now he sat atop the headmistress’s desk with her right in front of him, up close and personal.  Kazuya was surprised to find that the height of her desk combined with the height of Kazuya’s chair on top of it ended up with Kazuya staring at roughly eye level with Sister Margaret, if perhaps slightly up at her from where he sat.  This was most likely done on purpose as a reminder to whomever was visiting as a guest before the school’s headmistress.  It was only natural to have to look UP to someone who was above you in rank and standing after all.

“My apologies if that was a little sudden for you, Mr. Aoi,” said Sister Margaret as she propped her head upon her hands, fingers laced as she rested her elbows on her desk and focused her gaze upon Kazuya’s face, smiling all the while.   “I figured this would be more dignified than simply hoisting you up like a small child onto my desk or having you sit in my lap.  This way, we can have a respectful and honest heart-to-heart conversation.  And it’s also a nice way to test out the latest technologies here at West Genetics.”

‘A hover chair, huh?’ thought Kazuya as he examined it closer.  Clearly, Sister Margaret could deduce what Kazuya was thinking as she continued speaking.

“A new device that we’re testing out, so that Limiters can sit at the same level as Pandora during their study sessions and time in the classroom, without having to make Limiters climb steps or ladders.  It’s a way for us to try and make the two sides more equal with regards to respect and dignity for both groups,” explained Margaret.

“I see,” replied Kazuya.  “It’s nice to know that efforts are being made to try and make Limiters feel more…what’s the word…equal, I guess?”  Of course, Kazuya knew that when men are in the presence of women who are basically twice their height, it’s a little hard for those women to not look down upon those men, both literally as well as figuratively.  The sheer difference in size was simply too great for things to be otherwise, though the effort to make things more equitable between Pandoras and Limiters was appreciated all the same.

“So, if I may ask,” began Kazuya once more, “why was I called down here, Headmistress?  I hope I’m not in trouble for something.”

“Oh, heavens no, Mr. Aoi, nothing of the sort,” replied Margaret with a chuckle.  “This meeting is merely to inform you of certain changes regarding your scheduling.”

“Changes?” asked a rather curious Kazuya.

“Yes, I know this is all rather sudden, but there have been some last minute changes made regarding your scheduling of classes here at West Genetics,” answered Margaret.  “The order came from the higher-ups, so I’m afraid that I had little say in the matter.”

‘Higher-ups?’ thought Kazuya.  ‘Wonder who she’s referring to exactly.  I doubt it would be military big-wigs.  They don’t really seem the type to do such a thing.  It probably is someone within the administrative wing within Genetics, or maybe Chevalier.  One person comes to mind as to who would be behind this, but I’ll keep that to myself for now, until I know for certain anyway.’

“So, what would the changes be exactly?” asked Kazuya.

Margaret proceeded to reach for one of the drawers in her desk and pull out a normal-sized sheet of paper (normal to a non-Pandora, which made it rather small in her hand).  She handed the sheet to Kazuya for him to look over.  While Kazuya took the sheet and started looking it over, Margaret spoke once more.

“What you’re reading is your updated schedule with your class times and the instructors listed.  You’ll also be having the same classmates  in every class throughout the entire day.  I understand that this sort of thing normally isn’t implemented among high-school aged students, but under these circumstances, the powers that be felt it optimal for your time here as a student,” explained Margaret.

Kazuya looked over the courses one-by-one, and found three rather surprising points upon his inspection of the new schedule:

1. The instructors listed were people Kazuya had already met by this point.  In fact, Kazuya had made the acquaintances of literally ALL of them.  They were Yu-Mi Kim, Elize Schmitz, Violet L. Bridget, Kazuha Aoi, and Amelia Evans as teaching assistant.
2. As for Kazuya’s classmates, most of the names Kazuya came upon were familiar to him as well.  Among the names he was familiar with were Chiffon Fairchild, Ticy Phenyl, Elizabeth Mably, Satellizer L. Bridget, Rana Linchen, Ganessa Roland, and Kaho Hiragi.  There were other names listed among them which Kazuya had yet to become acquainted with. 
3. With regards to his fellow classmates (and instructors), Kazuya discerned that he was quite literally the ONLY male in the crowd among the listed personnel in his schedule.  He figured that there would be at least one or two other males listed among his fellow classmates or the instructors, but no.  It was literally just Kazuya Aoi, all by his lonesome among a flower garden of women.

It was these realizations that made Kazuya flutter his eyelids briefly in response after looking over the newly updated schedule.  He turned to look up at Sister Margaret, who was sporting that same genuine, calming smile of hers.

“Something concerning you, Mr. Aoi?” she asked warmly.

“This…seems rather odd, in my opinion, Headmistress,” replied Kazuya.  “The fact that I’m the only male in these classes, assuming this schedule is accurate.”

“It is, Mr. Aoi,” commented Margaret, “Rest assured, it most certainly is.”

“And why exactly is it set up like that, if you don’t mind my asking, ma’am?” inquired Kazuya.

Margaret exhaled out her nostrils gently as her smile became more pronounced.  Kazuya could have sworn the older woman chuckled, as well as his big sister standing just off to the side during the conversation between Kazuya and Margaret.  Kazuya turned his vision back and forth between the two women before returning his gaze upon Margaret once more, expecting an answer.

“Well, Mr. Aoi,” said Margaret once more, “how do I put this gently without being too…forward, I suppose.”  She turned towards Kazuha for assistance in finding the best way to word the explanation for the state of things.

“To be frank, little brother,” stated Kazuha, “the powers that be have decided to set you up with what they’ve considered to be prospective partners.”

“Partners?” asked Kazuya.  “You mean as fellow comrades for combatting the Nova?”

“For that,” replied Kazuha, “and other things as well.”  Kazuya could have sworn that both Margaret and Kazuha were blushing ever so slightly upon what Kazuha was insinuating with her tone of voice at the end of her response.

While Kazuya didn’t consider himself a genius by any stretch of the traditional definition of the word, he was keen enough to discern what was going on here:  This was a borderline matchmaking in the process under the guise of classroom scheduling.  Kazuya had already made the acquaintanceship of most of these women, and with this newly arranged schedule for him, it appeared as though he was going to stay VERY acquainted with pretty much all of them throughout the day-to-day humdrum of life on campus.

“One thing that confuses me a bit,” commented Kazuya.

“What is that, Mr. Aoi?” asked Margaret once more.

“I know that Miss Roland and Miss Hiragi are juniors compared to the other girls listed in this itinerary,” explained Kazuya.  “Wouldn’t it be odd for them to be in the same courses as third-year Pandora, given the difference in grade level?”

“Both Ganessa Roland and Kahol Hiragi have been given special exemptions by the higher-ups so that they may attend the same classes as the third-year Pandoras,” answered Margaret.  “While this is certainly an unusual deviation from normal procedure, we have found that both of them are rather bright students who we feel can learn adequately among their seniors.”

‘Once again, talk of higher-ups pulling the strings behind the scenes,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘I’m pretty sure I know just who they’re referring to by this point.  But I’ll leave it alone…for now, anyway.’

“Well then, I suppose I only have one question left regarding these circumstances,” replied Kazuya.

“What is that, Mr. Aoi?” replied Margaret.

“When does this updated schedule of mine begin to take place?”

“First thing tomorrow,” answered Kazuha with a grin.

“That soon?” asked a bewildered Kazuya.  “I figured maybe a week at the earliest, not tomorrow.”

“Rest assured, the Pandoras and instructors listed in your scheduling are being notified as we speak, and I can pretty much guarantee that there will be no objections from any one of them regarding this arrangement,” explained Margaret.  “In fact, if I understand it right, pretty much ALL of them will be more than happy to make your acquaintance.”  The hidden meaning behind Margaret’s words wasn't lost on Kazuya.  This was almost assuredly a matchmaking procedure in the works between Kazuya and these women listed.

“Well then, I guess I have no other questions or concerns then,” replied Kazuya.  “I suppose I’ll take my leave then.  If you’ll excuse me, Sister Margaret.”

Of course, given that Kazuya was seated on top of a large desk, which was a good five feet or so from the ground, the task of getting down would be a bit awkward for him to do so.  While the fall from such a height wouldn’t harm him much (if at all), it would be rather odd to engage in the task of jumping down from atop the school principal’s desk.  He pondered if perhaps Sister Margaret would simply have his chair levitate back down to its original position from where it sat at the start of the meeting, though he was somewhat surprised to find that she initiated no such act.

“Do you require assistance, Mr. Aoi?” asked Margaret with a chuckle.

“Umm…well…” muttered Kazuya aloud, pondering as to whether he was going to engage in the act of hopping down off the desk.

At that very moment, Margaret rose from her chair and walked around to the other side of her desk.  She held forward both arms outstretched towards Kazuya and spoke in that warm, calming tone of voice she had.

“May I?” she asked.

Kazuya knew full well what she was getting at.  The woman was asking if it was okay for her to pick him up and carry him like he had been carried and handled by the other Pandora he had met earlier right before this little meeting.  While the notion of being held in such a manner was still somewhat awkward for Kazuya (though certainly titillating in its own way), he didn’t want to be rude.  Briefly shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, Kazuya responded the moment he opened his eyelids.

“Very well, ma’am,” replied Kazuya.  “Whenever you’re ready.”

Sister Margaret proceeded to bring her hands underneath Kazuya’s armpits and lift him right off her desk.  Kazuya was somewhat taken aback by how effortlessly she was able to initiate the act of lifting him.  A moment later, he was being held securely in her embrace, with one of her arms cradling his buttocks while the other secured his backside, holding him firmly against her stomach and bosom.  At that very moment, Kazuya felt his heartbeat pick up at being in a rather familiar position.  What made it all the more awkward was that it was the school principal who was holding him oh so tenderly against her, with a passion that seemed to hover somewhere between romantically and maternally (though Kazuya wasn’t sure which of the two it was).

“Please, rest assured, Mr. Aoi,” said Margaret looking down at the young man in her arms (with his face more-or-less pressed up against her sizable bosom), “you’re in good hands here.”  The double meaning was certainly not lost on Kazuya, which made Sister Margaret chuckle all the more in response to his reaction.

“I must say, Kazuha,” said Margaret with a chuckle to the other Pandora in the room, “I can certainly see why you dote on your little brother here.  A part of me just wants to keep him for myself.”

Upon Margaret finishing her statement, Kazuha walked over to her, which placed Kazuya in very close proximity to both Pandoras now.  What surprised him somewhat was that Sister Margaret wasn’t placing him on the ground as he expected to be done by now, given that the meeting was over and he had gotten his updated schedule.

“Uhh, Sister Margaret?” asked Kazuya as he stared up at her.

“Yes, Kazuya?” she responded, looking down past her bosom to make eye contact with him.

“Could you please let me down now, if you don’t mind?” continued Kazuya with a rather distinct blush at being handled as he currently was.  Margaret simply chuckled in response at his request.

“I suppose I could, Mr. Aoi,” she replied, “though I must confess, I’m rather enjoying his moment right now, so I’m a bit reluctant to do so.”  Margaret slightly tightened her grip on Kazuya, which in turn pressed his face deeper into her bosom.  Even with the religious garbs Margaret wore, Kazuya could feel the buoyancy and swell of her breast pressing up against him.  What made the situation more sexually frustrating for Kazuya was the fact that he could take in the richness of her scent, given that he was quite literally pressed up against her.  Even if she was an older woman, Margaret was certainly very enticing in her own right and was no less appealing physically compared to the other Pandora whom Kazuya had met so far.

“Sister Margaret,” said Kazuha, “I feel that Kazuya is perhaps a bit flustered by your actions.”  The older Aoi sibling felt it necessary to step in on her younger brother’s behalf (and perhaps out of a touch of jealousy at the sight she was witnessing to boot).

“Well then, my dear Kazuha,” said Margaret with that grin of hers, “by all means, help yourself to a little fun.”  With that, Margaret made her way towards Kazuha and held out Kazuya before her.  Instinctively not wanting to risk Kazuya being dropped (even though Margaret made damn sure he was secure before releasing him), Kazuha reached out and held her little brother against her own torso and bosom.  Now Kazuya found himself in the same position, only with a different Pandora.  During the exchange, it was rather stimulating that his head was pressed against Margaret’s bosom in the back and with Kazuha’s bosom in front, especially since the upper slope of Kazuha’s breast was exposed, giving Kazuya direct skin-to-skin contact with his big sister’s boobs literally in his face.

“Th-that’s not what I was getting at, Sister Margaret,” said a flustered Kazuha, holding her little brother firmly against her own body before looking down with a somewhat awkward look on her face.  The gesture was returned in equal measure by Kazuya, who was sporting a rather deep red blush on his face, given the awkwardness of the situation.

A moment later, Kazuha gingerly placed her little brother back down on the ground before standing upright once more.  Both Aoi siblings were trying to let the awkwardness of the moment (and the hidden sexual tension that came with it) pass as quickly as possible.  Deciding to break the silence, Kazuha spoke up.

“Well then, we should be on our way,” said Kazuha.  “I assume that the meeting is adjourned then, Sister Margaret?”

“Yes, we’re finished here,” replied the headmistress with a smile.  “It was nice to see you again, Kazuya.  I hope you become well acquainted with your fellow classmates in the days to come.”  Margaret proceeded to hold out her hand to Kazuya, bending over to extend her reach to the young man.

Kazuya reached out his hand to accept Margaret’s handshake.  Her long, dainty fingers pretty much swallowed his own hand into her fist, yet Margaret’s touch was remarkably gentle during the handshake.  Once it was finished, Kazuya took a brief bow before saying goodbye.

“It was nice to make your acquaintance as well, ma’am,” he said, still a bit flustered from the recent playful displays of affection he was subjected to just a moment ago.  “And thank you for the updated schedule.”

And with that, Kazuya and Kazuha took their leave from Margaret’s office.  A moment later, the headmistress returned to her seat and reached out to the phone on the side of her desk.  After pressing a few buttons, the phone began to ring before being answered on the other side.

“Hello sir,” began Margaret.  “It is done.”

“You’ve given him the update schedule?” replied a male voice on the other end.

“I have, sir,” answered Margaret.

“How did he take the news?” inquired the mystery voice.

“He seemed a bit perplexed by it all, especially given that he’s the only male in the entire group.  I explained a little to him as to why that was, and I believe he understands the greater meaning behind it all.  If I may ask, sir?” said Margaret.

“What is it?”

“Doesn’t this seem a little rushed?  You’re bringing Kazuya into this whole thing a bit faster than I would have recommended, sir.  In my opinion, this sort of thing needs to happen organically…at a more natural pace.  It shouldn’t be rushed.”

“Kazuya is not your typical Limiter.  He’ll adapt quickly enough to the situation as it develops.  And the sooner he connects and bonds with the Pandoras in his group, the better things will progress.  It’s for the best, and besides…”

“Yes, sir?” inquired Margaret.

“He’s an Aoi.  I know he’ll rise to the occasion when the situation demands him to.  Such a thing is expected of men in our family.”

“I’ll defer to your judgment on that, Mr. Aoi,” replied Margaret.

“Please, Margaret,” replied the voice, “how long have we known each other?  No need for such distant formalities.  Call me Gengo.”

Sighing at the insistent friendliness being conveyed by the man on the other end, Margaret decided to wrap up the conversation there and then.

“Anyways, Kazuya has been updated on the change.  We’ll see how he fares in the coming days.  I’ll keep you posted if anything out of the ordinary comes up,” finished Margaret.

“Please do,” replied Gengo.  “Good day then, Sister Margaret.”

With that, the phone line cut out and Margaret refocused her efforts on the humdrum of deskwork once more.  While she was somewhat skeptical of Gengo Aoi’s designs, especially when it came to his family, she would trust in the man’s decision making, for the time being anyway.

Leaving Sister Margaret’s office, Kazuya had a lot of new information to take in.  In less than an hour’s time, he had been notified that his schedule had been drastically altered and that he would be the only male in all of his classes, with both his fellow classmates and his instructors being all female.  From a hardcore pervert’s perspective, this would be a wet dream come true.  Though Kazuya certainly didn’t mind being the only male in a classroom full of only women, he felt that it might prove a bit distracting for the sake of studies and training with regards to combatting the Nova.

“You okay, Kazuya?” asked his big sister as she walked alongside him down the hallways.  “You seem rather distracted.”

“It’s…just a lot to take in, you know,” answered Kazuya.  “Being told that your schedule is going to be changed and that you’ll be following a new schedule the very next day…it’s a lot to process, that’s all.”

“I can only imagine,” replied Kazuha.  “I must admit, this is happening quicker than I expected it might.”

“Wait, you KNEW this was going to happen?” asked Kazuya with incredulity in his tone of voice.

“I had suspicions that they might implement this plan of theirs,” answered Kazuha, “though I expected that they would wait at least a few weeks if not longer before they decided to go ahead with it.  I’ll confess, it seemed rather rushed in my opinion.”

“Why would they decide to initiate this change so suddenly?” asked Kazuya.  His big sister simply stood still, casting her gaze off to the side.  Clearly, she was reluctant to give Kazuya a straightforward answer.  Her reaction said enough for Kazuya to connect the dots.

“It was HIS call, wasn’t it?” Kazuya inquired, knowing that Kazuha knew damn well who he was referring to.  Her reluctance to look Kazuya in the eye and respond said it all.

“Alright, I won’t push you on getting an answer, Kazuha,” continued Kazuya.  “I don’t know why he is so adamant on interfering in my school life, and I know that it’s next to impossible to get an answer out of you on these matters, so I won’t insist on it.  Just know that I’m well aware of his meddling, if you need to report on the status of things to him.”  Kazuha could tell that there was a smidgen of resentment in Kazuya’s tone, given that he knew that his big sister was reluctant to spill the beans on anything regarding their grandfather and what his grand plans were regarding his grandchildren.

“Kazuya,” said Kazuha with a somewhat shaky voice as she reached out towards her little brother, but Kazuya decided to put his foot down, metaphorically speaking.

“Look,” Kazuya countered as he turned around to face his big sister, looking up into her eyes, “I won’t press you for answers on this.  You’ve always been loyal to the old man when it comes to keeping his grand plans on a ‘need to know’ basis, of which I’m aware that I’m not really in that category.  I knew that when you wouldn’t give me an answer on what happened to our parents all those years ago, as to whether or not they are really dead.  So I won’t bother with insisting on it anymore.  Best to simply move on with my life here on campus and make the best of things.  Just know that I’m aware of his meddling in all of this, that’s all.”  Kazuya finished with an ‘end of discussion’ vibe in his tone of voice.  In response, Kazuha simply sighed in resignation, acquiescing to her little brother’s declaration.

“Alright, Kazuya,” replied his big sister, “I understand.  Clearly, I should have given you more credit than I initially did otherwise.  Just know that I do what I do out of love for you.  You know that, right?”  The look on Kazuha’s face practically screamed ‘Please know that I mean well.’

“I know that you do it out of love and not malice or underhandedness,” replied Kazuya.  “I just wish that you were willing to be more open with me, that’s all.”  He turned around and proceeded with walking down the hallways, making his way towards his next class in order to get his mind off of things at the moment.

‘I’m sorry, Kazuya…really I am,’ thought Kazuha as her little brother walked on further away from her.  ‘I really DO wish I could have told you more…about everything.  But I swore that I would only divulge what was allowed to be said.  I know that you resent grandfather to some extent, but please know that he only truly wants what’s best for you.  I hope that you can see that in the future.’

Kazuya made his way out the doors onto campus grounds, checking his tablet to see what his next class would entail and where it would take place.  While he considered it somewhat comical to actually play along and take his current class schedule seriously (knowing that it would be irrelevant come tomorrow), he figured that it would serve as a welcome distraction to get his mind off of knowing that his grandfather was pulling strings behind the scenes and interfering in Kazuya’s daily school life.

As he made his way outside the campus main administrative building, Kazuya checked his watch.  It was still before noon, so he had time before his next class.  As luck would have it, while he was having his brief one-on-one in Sister Margaret’s office, he was scheduled for a free period according to his current schedule.

‘Guess that’s why I was called into her office,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘That way there would be no inconvenience in regards to scheduling issues.  Well, guess I’ll take a walk around campus and take in the sights before my next class.’

Deciding to stroll around and take in the view of the sakura trees along the campus walkways, Kazuya made his way throughout the less occupied parts of the West Genetics campus grounds.  It was a pleasing enough sight to behold, and the weather was good to boot.  It gave the campus grounds a very zen-like vibe which helped Kazuya unwind and clear his head.

Kazuya proceeded along pathways for a good ten minutes or so before coming across a bench made for someone his size.  While he was walking, Kazuya spotted a few benches here and there that were designed for Pandora, which meant that anyone who wasn’t a good nine feet tall in height or larger would have severe difficulty trying to climb up and take a seat in one of those benches.  The sight of such a thing would be equal parts comical and sad to watch someone who wasn’t an amazon/mini-gts try to take a seat on a bench so large.

Taking a seat, Kazuya closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled.  He needed to get his mind clear and stop dwelling on whatever his grandfather was planning behind the scenes.  Though Kazuya was always cognizant of whatever scheming his grandfather was planning and implementing, he was humble enough to know that the old man was several steps ahead of Kazuya when it came to the thinking game in general.  He figured that if the old man wanted to let Kazuya know about his plans, he would either have somebody tell him or let Kazuya know directly face-to-face.

‘No point in mulling over such things,’ thought Kazuya as he unwinded on the bench and closed his eyes.  ‘Might as well take my own advice and make the best of things as they currently are.’

After a few minutes of mentally unwinding, Kazuya found himself being visited upon by not one, but several Pandora.  He could tell that they were Pandora given the sound of their footfalls and the fact that he suddenly found himself being cast in a rather large shadow.

Upon opening his eyes, Kazuya was surprised to find out that the group of Pandora assembled around him was much larger than he anticipated.  Whereas he figured it would be maybe two or three, he found that he was surrounded by a group of what seemed to be nine Pandora in total, all of whom were standing around Kazuya and casting him in their collective group shadow.

“Good to see you again, Kazuya,” said Chiffon Fairchild in her usual upbeat tone of voice.  The student council president stood at the center of the group in front of Kazuya, wearing her usual upbeat smile and speaking in her equally upbeat, bubbly demeanor.

To Chiffon’s left (and Kazuya’s right) stood Ticy Phenyl, Elizabeth Mably, Satellier L. Bridget, and Rana Linchen, all of them smiling at Kazuya with what Kazuya was pretty sure was hardcore affection.  After all, each of them had already engaged in a makeout session with Kazuya up to that point, so it was only natural for each and every one of them to have some degree of affection for the boy sitting before them.To the other side, on Chiffon’s right (Kazuya’s left) stood four other Pandora whom Kazuya was not yet familiar with.  Their descriptions starting with the one closest to Chiffon and working outwards (to the left from Kazuya’s point of view) were as thus:

1. The first Pandora was around the same height as Chiffon, wearing the standard Genetics uniform.  Her vibrant red hair was long, reaching all the way down to her waistline.  The bulk of it was done up in a ponytail, while the hair along her sideburns formed inward curling temporal locks along her cheekbones, with another set of sideburns going further down past her neckline and resting level with her substantial bustline.  Her skin was light, indicating European origin by ethnicity, and her eye color was amber.  The girl had a playful smirk on her lovely features, implying a sort of mischievous side to her character, from what Kazuya could discern upon looking at her.
2. The second Pandora was the tallest of the assembled group (all 9 of them).  She also wore the standard Genetics uniform.  Her skin was darkest in the group, comparable to milk chocolate in color, making Kazuya curious as to where this Pandora hailed from with regards to ethnic background.  Like most of the assembled Pandora, she sported a significant bust.  Her hair was colored white and cut short, ending at just above her neck, while her eye color was a bluish gray.  Her demeanor came off as somewhat serious, though not necessarily threatening in her outward appearance.
3. The third Pandora was the shortest of the group (again, all 9 of them).  Her build was more petite compared to the rest of the group (though certainly large enough from Kazuya’s point of view).  Compared to the other Pandoras, her bustline was more modest from what Kazuya could discern.  Like the previous Pandora, she also wore the standard Genetics uniform.  Her skin was light in composure, indicating European heritage.  Her silver/white colored hair was short, with the side bangs twisted into a sort of curled style, giving them a sort of typhoon shape, and her eyes were colored light brown.  Her demeanor was something akin to that of the red-headed Pandora from what Kazuya could tell:  Somewhat mischievous, though not necessarily malicious.
4. The fourth Pandora (also wearing the standard Genetics uniform) was around the same height as Chiffon and most of the other Pandora.  Her hair was colored a deep red, and long in length, ending down to the middle of her back, with her sideburns going all the way down to her substantial bust.  Her skin color was light, indicating European heritage.  Her eyes were colored a reddish-brown, and her overall demeanor came off as rather serious, even more so than the taller, dark-skinned Pandora by comparison.  In fact, her attitude came off as borderline militaristic from what Kazuya could discern of her character, which made him somewhat more cautious being in her presence.

“Umm, hello there, ladies,” said Kazuya, feeling a little intimidated being in the presence of so many towering women.

Ticy, Elizabeth, Satellizer, and Rana all either waved, smiled, or did both in response to Kazuya’s response.  The other Pandora to Chiffon’s right simply maintained their gazes upon Kazuya, staring with either smiles or muted expressions on their faces.  In the case of the latter, Kazuya felt a bit intimidated.  After all, when you’re standing before a young lady who is ten feet tall or more, you tend to be cognizant of what she is capable of doing to you physically.  Kazuya was just thankful that the majority of the assembled Pandora gathered before him had friendly dispositions towards him, though he was open-minded enough to give the more stern-looking Pandoras a chance.  As the old saying goes, ‘You shouldn’t judge a book solely by its cover.’

“A little birdie told me that you had a little sitdown session with some of the faculty here, including a one-on-one session with the headmistress, no less,” declared Chiffon with her own playful grin.  “Is that true, Kazuya?”

“It is, Madam President,” Kazuya answered.

“Now, now, Kazuya,” Chiffon reprimanded Kazuya in a way that was clearly teasing in its tone, “I know we’ve been over this.  When we’re in private, it is simply ‘Chiffon’ and nothing regarding my title as student council president or anything of the sort.”

“Well, I don’t know if I would consider this to be a private setting, given that we’re not exactly alone or in a small group,” replied Kazuya.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding, Chiffon,” said the redhead standing closest to her.  “He really IS a little gentleman, just like you said.”  The redhead gave Kazuya a sexy little wink and a killer smile when Kazuya turned to her as she spoke.

Kazuya was somewhat taken aback, not quite sure how to respond at that moment.  Saying “thank you” to both Chiffon for the kind words about him and the redhead for her agreement of those words would probably be the safest option.  However, before he could vocalize a response, Chiffon beat him to it.

“Well now,” Chiffon continued, “since we’re all gathered here, I thought I’d introduce you to some more of my fellow classmates.  I figured it would be as good a time as any.”  Chiffon turned to the four mystery Pandora on her right flank.

“Ladies, shall I do the introductions, or would you like to introduce yourselves to Kazuya?” Chiffon gestured her arms towards Kazuya as if he was some kind of display item for them to behold.

“Sure thing,” replied the redhead as she took a few steps towards Kazuya, casting him exclusively in her shadow and giving him a spectacular view of the white panties underneath her skirt.  Whether she did this on purpose or was simply unaware of it, Kazuya wasn’t quite sure, though he was inclined to think that it was most likely the first of those two, given the girl’s playful nature.

“Hey there, little fella,” began the redhead once more, placing her right hand on her hip and staring down with that half playful/half mischievous smile of hers over her bosom.  “I’m Arnett McMillan, the 6th-ranked third year Pandora here at West Genetics.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I appreciate the welcome, Miss McMillan,” replied Kazuya, “and I must say the pleasure might be more mine than yours, if I’m not being out of line in my response.”

“Oh relax there, little guy,” Arnett said with a chuckle.  “No need for formalities or anything like that with me.  I’m pretty sure that you’ve heard this from most of the other girls here, so this’ll probably feel like deja vu and all that, but I’d prefer it if you just call me by my first name, ‘kay?”

“Well, if that’s how you’d prefer it, Miss Mc-...I mean, Arnett,” said Kazuya quickly correcting himself.  “I just don’t want to say anything out of line, especially in the company of my fellow seniors, that’s all.”

In response to Kazuya’s sense of politeness and somewhat old-fashioned chivalry, Arnett simply couldn’t help herself.  After a brief episode of girly squealing in gushing over Kazuya’s manners, she instinctively reached out, lifted Kazuya up by his armpits, and glomped onto him.  Well, more accurately she glomped HIM onto HER by snuggling up against him in the form of pressing his head between her breasts and nuzzling her face into his scalp as she buried his face into her cleavage, all the while holding him firmly against her torso so that there was no chance of escape for him from the latest round of ‘marshmallow hell’ he was being subjected to.

“Oh you are just the sweetest, you little cutie you,” gushed Arnett while she rubbed her nose back and forth into Kazuya’s scalp.  “I’m ready to just take you home with me right now so that we can have a little fun back at my place.  What do ya say, Kazuya?  Up for some one-on-one time with Big Sister Arnett?”  Clearly, Arnett was enjoying herself, given the slight blush on her face as she smothered Kazuya with the utmost affection she could lay upon him.

“Arnett, I think you’re going a little overboard on the poor guy,” commented the taller, dark-skinned Pandora standing next to her.  “You might want to let up on him a bit before you end up asphyxiating him.”

“That, and you’re making Satellizer and Rana here a little jealous,” teased Elizabeth from the other end of the assembled group.  She gestured to the two Pandora she mentioned, both of whom were puffing their cheeks and eyeing the sight of Kazuya in Arnett’s embrace with clear signs of envy on their faces, especially from Satellizer.

“Oh, alright then,” countered Arnett, “I can be a good sport.  Don’t want you girls thinking that I’m gonna hog the little fella all to myself…at least not right now anyway.”  In one swift motion, Arnetta extended her arms so that Kazuya was no longer face-first in her bosom, leaned in for a short smooch on his lips, and held him out towards the dark-skinned Pandora.  The taller Pandora, fearing that Arnett might drop him, instinctively reached out and secured Kazuya against her own torso and bosom, with him ending up facing the tall, dark-skinned beauty, staring into her piercing blue eyes.

“A-Arnett!” exclaimed the taller Pandora, holding Kazuya securely against her torso, with his frame pressed against the firm musculature of her abdomen and his face pressed slightly against her own impressive bosom.  The dark-skinned beauty was sporting a blush out of a mix of both embarrassment and suppressed sexual angst, now cradling the freshman Limiter against her with the utmost of care.

“You could have warned me before you handed him off to me, you know?” said the white-haired, blue-eyed beauty to her redheaded counterpart.

“Oh come now, Creo,” replied Arnett with a smirk, “you could use a little fun now and then.  No need to be such a stick in the mud.  Now stop being so flustered and introduce yourself already.”

The taller Pandora focused her gaze upon Kazuya once more, rivaling the blush on his cheeks with one of her own.  From Kazuya’s perspective, it was rather surprising to see this Pandora have such a sudden 180 degree turn in personality, from generally strict in her demeanor to becoming rather delicate and flustered at the state she found herself in.

“Well…I um…” began the Pandora before clearing her throat, taking a deep breath and focusing her gaze on Kazuya with renewed vigor.  “I’m Creo Brand, 7th-ranked among the current third-year class here at West Genetics.  It’s…nice to meet you face-to-face, Mr. Aoi.”

‘Or more accurately face-to-bosom from my point of view,’ thought Kazuya, given that he was currently being manhandled by a group of very attractive amazons (once again).

“Likewise, Miss Brand,” replied Kazuya.  “While I’m certainly not against the rather…intimate welcome among my fellow seniors, might I ask to be put down, if it’s not too much of a bother?”

“Oh…um…certainly, Mr. Aoi,” said Creo, who was still somewhat flabbergasted from the experience of holding Kazuya against her with the strength of a protector but also the embrace and tenderness of a lover.  It was somewhat lucky for Creo that Kazuya couldn’t deduce what was going through her head at that moment.  For while a part of her wished to remain formal and professional during the introduction, a baser part of her brain wished to keep holding Kazuya for a while longer…and perhaps engage in some more ‘intimate’ relations with him when it was just the two of them alone.

Before letting the more animalistic side of her personality get the better of her, Creo gently placed Kazuya on the ground once more.  The young man gave a nod and a smile indicating his gratitude, which in turn brought back the blush on Creo’s cheeks at his gentlemanly behavior.

‘He really IS a little charmer, just like Chiffon and Arnett both said,’ thought Creo as she gazed somewhat longingly at Kazuya (a gaze which wasn’t lost upon any of the other Pandora gathered, and getting reactions on their part ranging from amusement to jealousy).

Kazuya then turned his gaze towards the next Pandora, the shortest one of the group with the petite build, silvery-white hair, and the distinctive curled twintails adorning it.  The Pandora cracked a grin right back at Kazuya before kneeling forward slightly and extending her hand in the gesture of a handshake.

“Hello there, Mr. Aoi,” began the Pandora.  “I’m Attia Simmons, the 8th-ranked third year Pandora at West Genetics.  A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir.  Your reputation certainly precedes you.”

“It’s a pleasure to make yours as well, Miss Simmons,” replied Kazuya, accepting the handshake and letting the Pandora swallow his hand into her own.  Even if she was the shortest of the bunch, Attia was still a solid four feet taller than him, with his head just a bit past her waistline.  Whatever size differences that existed between Pandora, it wasn’t that significant from a Limiter’s perspective, given the size difference between the sexes.

As Kazuya was wrapping up the handshake with Attia, their eyes locked intently upon one another, with each one of them forming their respective opinion of the other.

‘He seems pretty harmless,’ thought Attia.  ‘Kind of mushy in his demeanor by the look of it.  Rather different in how he carries himself compared to his grandfather from what I’ve heard.  Still, no need to rush to judgment just yet.  We’ll see what kind of man he is soon enough.’

‘She appears…somewhat sneaky in her demeanor,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘I know we’ve literally just met, but from what I can tell, she has the vibe of somebody who likes to plot behind the scenes and all that.  The kind of person who might be something akin to a puppet master, constantly observing and tinkering with things when it suits her interests.  She doesn’t appear malicious, necessarily, but I feel like I should be cognizant and a little guarded whenever I’m around her.’

As the two finished the handshake (Kazuya once again amazed at how much restraint a Pandora could show in the mere gesture of shaking hands), Attia stood upright once more and Kazuya turned his attention to the final Pandora out of the group of nine, furthest on the left from Kazuya’s perspective, the other redhead.

Given the disposition she had shown up til now, the second redhead came off as having a ‘no nonsense’ type of attitude.  At least, that was what Kazuya assumed of her upon taking the measure of her character.  He could only hope that in spite of her somewhat cold disposition that she wouldn’t be confrontational with him, at least not in the presence of her fellow Pandora anyway.

“Umm, hello there, Miss,” began Kazuya.  “Would I be too presumptuous in asking for your name, Madam?”

The second redhead merely gave a smirk and a gentle snort in response before deciding to speak in response to Kazuya’s request.

“You wouldn’t be presumptuous in doing so, Mr. Kazuya Aoi,” replied the redhead.  “After all, it’s only fair that we get to know each other on an even playing field, since I already know your name and a bit about your background.  My name is Ingrid Bernstein, and I am the 9th-ranked third year Pandora at West Genetics.”

“I see,” replied Kazuya.  “Well, I hope I make a good impression on you, Miss Bernstein.  I’d hate to get off on the wrong foot during an introductory meeting, after all.”  While Kazuya sensed that Ingrid had a somewhat cold disposition - something akin to that of a military boot camp instructor - it wasn’t outright malicious or mean-spirited from what he could tell.  The way she carried herself was as graceful as it was blunt in its nature.

‘Hopefully we’ll get along in the coming days,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘After all, I don’t want to be making enemies with someone who is twice my height, even if I have Chiffon and the others watching my back.’

“Well now,” interrupted Chiffon, “since you’ve met the rest of my fellow Pandoras, what say we get to know each other better in a more private setting, dear Kazuya?”  Kazuya turned his attention towards Chiffon and began speaking.

“More private, Chiffon?” he asked.  “What did you have in mind exactly?”

“Your new living quarters, of course,” chimed Chiffon with an extra cheerful grin on her face.

“W-what do you mean by that exactly?” asked a rather confused Kazuya.  “I just got settled in at my current place in the boys’ dormitory.”

“We know, Kazuya,” replied Elizabeth.  “While it is a rather sudden change of pace, you’ll be moving in with your new roommates ASAP, who incidentally are also your newly assigned classmates.”

At that moment, Kazuya reached for the schedule which Sister Margaret handed him earlier back in her office.  Sure enough, as he scrolled through the names of his fellow classmates listed, the realization of the situation hit him like a baseball bat straight to the skull.  He perused the names listed:

• Chiffon Fairchild

• Elizabeth Mably

• Ticy Phenyl

• Satellizer L. Bridget

• Rana Linchen

• Arnett McMillan

• Creo Brand

• Attia Simmons

• Ingrid Bernstein

• Ganessa Roland

• Kaho Hiragi

Sure enough, the realization of his current situation settled in:  Kazuya was getting acquainted with his soon-to-be classmates, who were apparently also his soon-to-be roommates.  He was going to quite suddenly transition from having a room to himself to rooming with multiple women.  The very idea of it all was a hardcore pervert’s wet dream come to life.

While Kazuya was deep in thought, he was suddenly jolted from his state of mind when he found himself being lifted up once more and cradled in Chiffon’s embrace, nuzzled up against her bosom with her arms secured around his person.

“Umm, Miss Chiffon…what are you doing?” inquired a blushing Kazuya.

“Escorting you to your new living arrangements of course, dear Kazuya,” Chiffon answered with a grin.  “It’ll be quicker if I carry you over so that we don’t have to slow down.  Besides…” Chiffon leaned in and whispered somewhat huskily into Kazuya’s ear, “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Kazuya knew damn well that Chiffon was referring to the act of a Limiter being carried around by Pandora.  While it might feel a little demeaning or emasculating at times, Kazuya had to admit that the sensation of being in their care was rather stimulating and calming overall.

“Ummm, Madam President?” spoke up a somewhat nervous voice.  Chiffon turned to her left towards the one who spoke up.

“Please, Satellizer, just ‘Chiffon’ will do, but that aside, what is it?” replied Chiffon.  Satellizer reached out her arms in an open gesture, more or less indicating what she wanted to do.  It was clear enough for all present to see.

“May I?” asked the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, bountifully busty beauty.

“Why of course!” chimed Chiffon with a big grin, gingerly handing Kazuya over to Satellizer.  Once his ownership had changed and he found himself securely in the warm embrace of the younger L. Bridget sister.  As he was nestled up against Satellizer’s torso and pressed into her absolutely stupendous bosom, Kazuya could swear that the blush was forming on her cheeks and her breathing became more pronounced.

‘It’s like she’s panting now,’ thought Kazuya.  He could also swear that he could make out indentations at the front of Satellizer’s dress, around where presumably her nipples would be.  ‘Is she getting turned on?  Just from the act of holding me?  This girl is REALLY something else,’ thought Kazuya once more as he looked up into Satellizer’s baby blue eyes, trying to smile to help calm her down somewhat.  Unfortunately for Kazuya (or perhaps fortunately, depending on how one perceives such a thing), the act of smiling had the opposite effect, if the objective was to get Satellizer to calm down.

If anything, the lack of personal space between Kazuya and Satellizer and the endearing warmness of his smile were only getting Satellizer even more ‘in the mood’ as it were.  Kazuya figured this out soon enough when he found his lips being assaulted by Satellizer’s lips in the process, with her tongue soon enough pushing into his mouth and filling up every nook and cranny of it.  While Kazuya was certainly surprised by the forwardness of the coquettish busty Pandora, he didn’t dislike the act one bit, returning the kiss with as much gusto as he could muster.

“My my my,” cooed Elizabeth, “it seems that our dear Satellizer is outright smitten with our new roommate.  And to think that you were at one time deemed the ‘Untouchable Queen’ not so long ago.”  Satellizer broke off the kiss and looked at her fellow Pandoras with a strong blush on her cheeks, primarily out of embarrassment.

“I…I…” Satellizer turned her gaze towards Kazuya, still firmly held in her embrace.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to…it’s just…whenever we touch…you and I…I just get so…so…”  The blush on Satellizer’s cheeks only intensified as she struggled to maintain eye contact with Kazuya.

“Percolate like a piping hot coffee pot?” inquired Arnett, who was clearly enjoying the show.

“Now now,” replied Ticy, “be nice, Arnett.  No need to tease Satellizer too much over this.  Besides, you’ll get a turn with him soon enough.”

‘A turn?’ thought Kazuya.  ‘This whole arrangement is definitely moving in fast forward a lot sooner that I would have anticipated.’

“Satellizer, could I hold Kazuya for a little bit?” asked Rana as she closed in on the pair of them, invading both of their personal space.  Satellizer responded by instinctively tightening her grip on Kazuya, holding him securely (though not harming him) as if he were a big teddy bear that she just won at the county fair.

“Alright then,” replied Rana, not wanting to ruin Satellizer’s good time at the moment.  “I’ll just settle with this for the time being then.”  In one swift motion, Rana leaned in and placed her right hand upon Kazuya’s left cheek, facing him towards her, bending down and capturing his lips in hers, French kissing him with just as much gusto as Satellizer was doing to him just a moment ago, if the blush on Rana’s cheeks was any indicator as she smooched Kazuya for a good ten seconds or more.  Eventually, Rana had to come up for air and was panting rather noticeably, the blush on her cheeks still lingering as she licked her lips in a sign of approval before smiling.

“Well now, off to a rather feisty start, aren’t we, Miss Linchen?” asked Attia in response to what she and the other Pandora just witnessed.

“As the old song goes, ‘Love is a battlefield,’ and all that,” Elizabeth chimed in.  “The girl is simply getting her share of the action in where and when she can, that’s all.”

“Alright ladies, no fighting now, especially not in front of Kazuya,” declared Chiffon.  “We all agreed to this before this little meeting of ours.  Now what say we show Kazuya to his new living arrangements?”  The other Pandora all nodded in agreement, deciding a little privacy would be advantageous rather than having others looking in on what was occurring with the rather sizable party gathered together.

So it was that Chiffon led the way with the other Pandoras in towe, and Kazuya still being held in Satellizer’s arms like a small child, feeling her hefty bosom bounce and sway as she walked.  Out of all the assembled Pandora, Kazuya was certain that Satellizer sported the largest breasts of the assembled party, though pretty much all the others were nothing to sneeze at in the boob department either.  Even Attia’s chest was enough of a handful from Kazuya’s point of view, modest as it might have been in comparison to the others.

Deciding to simply ‘go with the flow’ and take a moment to relax, Kazuya suddenly found himself nodding off and napping in Satellizer’s embrace as the group walked off to wherever they were headed.  Kazuya figured that he would be awoken upon their arrival and take in the sight of whatever his newly changed abode would end up being.  Before he let rest completely take him, just one thing was on his mind.

‘Eleven female roommates,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘Wonder if it’ll just be eleven or if there are more to come.  I suppose I’ll find out one way or another soon enough.’  And with that, Kazuya was out like a light, resting his head against Satellizer’s breasts like a pillow while letting her heartbeat lull him off into sleep.

“Time flies when you’re having fun.”  That’s how the saying goes.  Of course, whether it’s a matter of having fun or just relaxing and letting one’s mind wander without worry or concern, time seems to speed up and the joy soon becomes fleeting.  That became clear enough as Kazuya found himself being gently stirred awake by the voice of Satellizer L. Bridget, whose arms he was still being securely held in as he laid propped against her enormous bosom.

“Kazuya,” whispered Satellizer.  “Wake up, Kazuya,” she repeated while gently nudging him to stir him out of the blissful slumber he was currently enjoying.  Kazuya quietly groaned in response, not wanting the moment to end.

“Maybe you need to wake him up with a kiss,” teased Chiffon as the group neared their destination.

“Isn’t there some kind of fairy tale where that happens?” inquired Ticy.

“More than one, supposedly,” stated Elizabeth.  “There’s the tale of ‘Sleeping Beauty,’ which given the name of that tale is basically a dead giveaway.  Then there’s the story of ‘Snow White’ in which the prince in that tale also awakens the fair maiden, supposedly after eating a poisoned apple.”

“A woman eats a poisoned apple and falls into a state of deep sleep instead of dying?” says Arnett, clearly pointing out the logical fallacy of the fairy tale.

“Arnett,” counters Ingrid, “mind you that several fairy tales are highly illogical to say the least.  They’re the kind of thing you tell very small children before they’re able to analyze the feasibility of them.  I mean, have you heard of the tale of ‘Humpty Dumpty,’ involving an anthropomorphic egg?  Need I say more than that?”

“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty back together again,” said Attia, bringing up the final line of the tale.  “Funny how it’s never made clear which king the story is talking about.  And what exactly do horses have to do with putting a living egg back together anyway?”

“I wager it’s one of those kinds of things that make sense if you simply don’t think about it whatsoever,” Creo chimed in.

“So in other words, become totally brainless is the answer,” deadpanned Arnett.  “I don’t know, I don’t think you’re doing kids any favors by telling them tales like that.  It’s the kind of thing that sets them up for disappointment in the future, like learning that Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy aren’t actually real.”

“Life is chock full of disappointment, Arnett,” countered Elizabeth.  “The older one gets, there’s practically the guarantee of being disillusioned and disappointed at the grim realizations of life.  It’s simply the way of the world.  But enough about analyzing fairy tales and philosophizing over harsh realities.  We’re here.”

“Indeed we are,” added Chiffon.

“Wakey wakey, Kazuya,” whispered Rana in a sing-song voice as she leaned in towards Kazuya, deciding to act on impulse and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Mmmph…five more minutes,” groaned Kazuya in response.

“He really is adorable when he’s sleeping, isn’t he?” said Ticy with a smile as she gazed at him.

“Much as I’d like to let him sleep, we need to get things rolling,” stated Chiffon in response.  “Besides, there’ll be plenty of time to nap for him soon enough…well, perhaps not nap per se, but spend time in bed.”

“Oooh la la,” replied Arnett, “our student council president doesn’t mind being direct AND kinky in the same sentence.”  Clearly, she was finding this amusing.

“Much as I’m enjoying the multi-sided banter going on here,” spoke up Ingrid, “can we please proceed?”  The other redhead was sporting her usual penchant for getting to the point.

“Alright alright,” clapped back Arnett, rolling her eyes in the process.  “No need to be so stuck up, Ingrid.  I swear, with the way you talk half the time, it would do you good to get laid once in a while.”

Arnett’s snide remark got her fellow redhead rather flustered, sporting a blush and pondering whether she should come up with a witty retort.  Yet before she could come up with a reply, Kazuya had finally stirred awake in Satellizer’s arms.

“Okay,” grunted Kazuya as he flittered his eyes open, “I’m up, I’m up.  You say that we’re here?”

“Indeed we are, Kazuya,” answered Chiffon with her trademark grin.  “Welcome to your…or more accurately OUR new home, fellow roommate.”

The dwelling which Kazuya laid eyes on whas rather impressive to say the least.  It was a multi-story dwelling, a solid five stories tall from what he could discern, and that was five stories tall from a Pandora’s perspective, which meant that for somebody of Kazuya’s size it would have been around ten stories in height if spaced for normal-sized humans.  The outward trim of the building was immaculate, something befitting that of mansions or even palaces for royalty.  The masonry, the curtains, the decorative gardens, the tiling, the statues, and so on and so forth.  It was pretty much everything you would expect to find in a household exuding status, authority, and power.

As he took in the sight of his newly-changed living arrangements, Kazuya pondered whether or not this was meant for him or for his new roommates.  After all, from what he understood, many of the Pandora hailed from well-off and influential families; Satellizer, Elizabeth, and Ganessa all came to mind the most on that particular topic.  Of course, Kazuya’s own family (thanks to his grandfather) was nothing to sneeze or scoff at either.  Media outlets had debated over whether or not the Aoi Family was the most influential power broker on the planet, given the strides Gengo Aoi made in creating the Pandora, Genetics, and Chevalier.

‘Whether it was made with me in mind or for these women is a moot point, I suppose,’ pondered Kazuya.  ‘This is where I’m living now for the foreseeable future, so I should make the best of it.  It’s definitely more refined and fanciful compared to the other buildings I’ve seen.  Pretty much makes all the others look more…what’s the word?  Spartan?  Something along those lines. ’

“It’s…really something,” stated Kazuya as he stared at the building.  “Hopefully the inside is as nice as the outside.”

“I’d be rather surprised if it wasn’t,” commented Elizabeth.

Upon entering the building, everyone’s curiosity was addressed regarding the place’s interior.  The inside was just as decorative and immaculate as the outside.  There was a wide central staircase leading up to the next floor, a built-in elevator for quick access to other floors, a gigantic kitchen and dining area which could seat several dozens of Pandora by the looks of it, and so much more.  In fact, so much of the building was centered on spacing and being as accommodating as possible in order to host a sizable entourage numbering in the dozens by the looks of things.

‘Makes me wonder,’ pondered Kazuya, still being carried in Satellizer’s embrace as the group toured the building.  ‘I know that with myself and my fellow classmates/roommates we number a dozen in total.  Yet this place seems big enough to house dozens plural.  That gives me the feeling that we’re not at the full count as far as occupants goes, especially if I know the old man like I think I do.’

As the group navigated the various rooms, they found that there was certainly more than originally expected.  The pseudo-mansion/palace had a large variety of rooms in its enclosure.  There was a laundry room, a gymnasium, an indoor swimming pool, numerous bathrooms, a sauna, an underground garage, a helipad, various walk-in closets, an indoor movie theater/auditorium, a security station with numerous screens and consoles to monitor the perimeter, an emergency safe room, a large room designed for combat training, and even an onsite infirmary.  Clearly, no expense was spared in crafting such an elaborate structure for Kazuya and his entourage of fellow classmates/tenants.

There was one room which Kazuya was somewhat bewildered by, and that would be the bedroom…because there was only one.

While Kazuya assumed that there would be multiple bedrooms for the many occupants which the building was clearly meant to house, he discovered that there was just a single bedroom instead.  To be fair, the room was outright gigantic, as was the bed which occupied it.  Given the size and total surface area, the bed was easily designed to fit a dozen…scratch that, several dozens of Pandora upon it.  Everything about the bed was certainly luxurious - the sheets, the pillows, the covers, the mattress topper, etc.  All of it was of the quality you would expect at a five-star resort or at the dwellings of royalty or among the rich and elites of the world.

“Well, this is rather surprising,” said Kazuya upon looking at the bed.

“How so, dear Kazuya?” asked Arnett in her usual teasing manner, a wry smile adorning her lovely features.

“Well, I figured it was kind of obvious,” Kazuya replied.  “I mean, I was expecting there to be several bedrooms in this place, not one gigantic master bedroom.  You think we should bring that up with the staff or faculty here on campus?”

“Why would we do that?” inquired Elizabeth.  “I don’t see anything wrong with this room.”

“Well,” countered a somewhat flummoxed and embarrassed Kazuya, “don’t you all find it odd?  The whole notion of us all…you know…” Kazuya trailed off in his speech, figuring that at least one of the Pandora gathered would catch on to what he was implying.

“Sleeping together?” replied all nine Pandora at the same time in unison.  A moment later, several of them burst out in varying degrees of mild laughter and chuckling, which bewildered Kazuya in turn.

“You’re really serious?” asked Kazuya, still in Satellizer’s embrace as he looked around at the assembled entourage to see if anybody had any objections to the idea of massive group outings in the bedroom.

“Kazuya,” began Chiffon, “we’re all big girls here, and we were all notified in advance of what this arrangement would entail.  Nobody here was forced against her will into this setup.  But in case you have doubts,” Chiffon turned her gaze towards all the other Pandoras, “ladies, if any one of you is against these living arrangements - especially with regards to sleeping arrangements - now is the time to say something.  As they say at weddings, ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace.’”

‘Interesting that she would use a wedding as a comparison to this,’ thought Kazuya, figuring that these living arrangements weren’t far off the mark to being borderline married to all of these women already, at least when it came to sleeping in the same bed no less.

Not a single Pandora raised a hand or a word in defiance or objection to what Chiffon just declared.  Kazuya figured that at the very least, the more stern types like Ingrid or Creo might put up some resistance, but no.  They simply stood quietly on standby, making neither a verbal or physical show of disapproval.

“You can’t be serious,” Kazuya stated bluntly.  “Miss Bernstein, Miss Brand, you’re REALLY okay with these sleeping arrangements?  You don’t have reservations about this kind of thing whatsoever.”

“First of all, call me Ingrid,” replied Ingrid as she came in closer towards Kazuya, placed a large hand upon his shoulder, “and secondly…”  Expecting Ingrid to say something stern and direct, Kazuya mentally braced himself, hoping she wasn’t going to come down too hard on him.

Lo and behold, to Kazuya’s surprise (and that of pretty much everyone else), Ingrid Bernstein simply leaned downward toward Kazuya, closing her eyes and pressing her lips against Kazuya’s as she engaged in a surprise kiss upon him lasting a good ten seconds or so, moaning slightly in the process.

“Well now,” said Attia, “it appears that our academy’s ‘Guardian of Order and Justice’ has a more forward and frisky side to her after all.”

Ingrid simply turned around towards Attia with a blush on her cheeks, almost guaranteed to be out of embarrassment, and simply grumbled the words “Oh shut up,” before looking back at Kazuya.

“Does that answer your question about my opinion on this arrangement, Mr. Aoi?” asked the towering redheaded beauty, the blush still lingering on her cheeks as she locked eyes with him intently.

Kazuya simply nodded his head in response, rather dumbfounded that someone as strict in her demeanor as Ingrid was apparently more than okay with this arrangement.  Before he could speak up again, he found himself being assaulted once more - in that his lips were being ‘assaulted’ once again by another pair of lips, this time belonging to Creo Brand.

After another ten seconds or so of smooching, Kazuya once more found the lovely visage of the dark-skinned, white-haired extra tall beauty filling his vision, a blush on her cheeks apparent, even with her darker skin tone.

“Creo,” declared the tall, dark-skinned beaty.  “Call me by my first name, not Miss Brand, understood?”  Kazuya blinked rapidly before slowly nodding his head in response, which drew a smile from Creo in turn.

“And like Ingrid, I hope that lets you know how I feel about this arrangement, Kazuya.  If I was honestly against it, I wouldn’t be here right now.  None of us would be, so…have a little confidence in yourself and stop worrying so much about this sort of thing, understood?” stated Creo with a mix of both authority being Kazuya’s senior while still having that girly high-school aged sexual angst at the same time.

“Well now, I’m feeling a little left out of all the festivities here,” commented Arnett.  “Why do you two get to have a little innocent fun and not me, hmmm?”  The other redhead came in closer, casting Kazuya in her shadow alongside both Creao and Ingrid.  Once again, the recently-arrived freshman Limiter found himself in shadow surrounded on all sides by four Pandora: Satellizer behind him (still holding him against her torso and bosom and securing her grip out of protectiveness), Ingrid on his left, Arnett on his right, and Creo in the center, all of the latter three eying him intently while Satellizer kept her guard up.

“Now now, ladies,” spoke up Ticy, “don’t go scaring Kazuya.  We are his fellow classmates and his seniors.  We need to be setting a good example for him.  Would you agree with me on that, Chiffon?” Ticy asked, expecting the student council president to back her up.

“I concur,” seconded Chiffon, “so as his seniors, I feel that it would be best if everyone took a turn so that nobody feels left out.”

“Beg your pardon?” asked a flustered Kazuya.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” stated Elizabeth with a grin.

“Any objections, ladies?” asked Chiffon to everyone else gathered.  “If you want to opt out, this is your chance.  There’ll be no hard feelings or repercussions for saying ‘no’ to this.”

Once again, not a single Pandora raised any concerns or objections to what was about to occur.

‘What is with these girls?’ thought Kazuya.  ‘Why are they so adamant and insistent about this kind of stuff?  Don’t they hate the notion of sharing a partner?  I mean, I understand that Limiters are few and far between among the Pandora-Limiter ratio and all, but even so, how in the hell does that make it acceptable to these women?  Are they simply incapable of feeling jealousy?  Or do they just not care about that sort of thing?’  Before he could continue his thoughts or vocalize them, Kazuya found himself being shared among the gathered assembly of Pandora.

As luck would have it, whether it was simply a case of random probability or the fates spinning the threads of destiny, two more newcomers had arrived at the massive dwelling and made their way inside the building.  This was made apparent by their voices shouting out in the hallways.

“Hello?” asked the first voice.  “Anybody home?”

 “We were told to come to this place, regarding new living arrangements,” called out the other voice.

“Well now,” spoke up Chiffon, “it seems that our junior roommates have arrived.  What say we give them a warm greeting, ladies?”

“Yes indeed!” replied Rana, “As the old saying goes, ‘The more the merrier,’ am I right?”

“That phrase isn’t always necessarily true,” countered Elizabeth, “but in this case, I suppose there’s no harm in additional partners.”

“Now when you say “partners,’ what are you elaborating on, if I may ask, Miss Mably?” asked Attia, clearly catching onto any potential implications.

“Oh I’m sure you’re well aware, Miss Simmons,” shot back Elizabeth, knowing damn well that the shortest of the bunch could ‘read between the lines’ on topics like this.  “You and Arnett tend to be the ones who have a penchant for inserting innuendo into things, after all.”

“Hey, it certainly makes things more amusing, I say,” Arnett clapped back with a grin.

“Come on now, girls,” said Chiffon trying to break up the playful banter among her fellow third-years.  “We have guests who need to be greeted.”

With that, the assembled gathering of Pandora headed towards the main hall to greet the two newest arrivals to the compound, with Kazuya still in tow in Satellizer’s arms and being held against the giant swell of her bosom.  By this point, he was feeling rather embarrassed being carried around like a toddler or a small child. For while he certainly didn’t mind the nurturing embrace of Satellizer’s body pressed against and around his, at the same time he felt the sight of him being carried from room to room in that position was a bit emasculating and demeaning.

‘I should bring this up with her quickly if I want to be able to walk on my own, I suppose,’ thought Kazuya as he felt the heave and gentle sway of Satellizer’s breasts move ever so subtly as she walked with him in tow.

The assembled group made their way into the grand hallway just beyond the front doors of the building, and spotted the two new arrivals, both of whom were familiar to Kazuya.  Standing there were both Ganessa Roland and Kaho Hiragi in what was their newly assigned living quarters.

“Hello there, ladies!” greeted Chiffon.  “Welcome to your new home.  It’s good to make your acquaintance.”

“S-student Council President,” stuttered a flustered Kaho, “I didn’t expect to see you here, ma’am.”

“Oh, relax Miss Hiragi,” replied Chiffon.  “No need for titles or formalities here.  We’re all equals here as fellow housemates, after all.”

“Housemates?” asked Ganessa with a cocked eyebrow and surprise in her voice.

“Indeed, Miss Roland,” said Elizabeth.  “Everyone you see assembled here are now housemates and classmates from tomorrow onward during the school year here at West Genetics…including our little friend here.”  Elizabeth gestured towards Kazuya, who was sporting a rather strong blush in embarrassment.

“Kazuya?” asked a surprised Kaho.  “You’re living here too?”

“That’s right,” muttered Kazuya, tempted to nuzzle his face into Satellizer’s bosom so as to hide the awkward embarrassment plastered on his face.

“Well now,” declared Ganessa, “this is quite the development.  All I was told was that there was to be a change in living arrangements, but nothing quite so grand as this.”

“Same here,” added Kaho.

“I apologize if things weren’t made clear to you two,” continued Chiffon once more, “but yes, you two are assigned to live here from this point on with the rest of us.  Will that be a problem, by chance?  If so, I can have the faculty notified at once and you’ll be returned to your previous living quarters.”

There was a momentary pause in the room before Kaho spoke up first.

“I…I don’t mind it…” said the orange-haired first year, a light blush on her cheeks while her eyes darted between Kazuya and the floor.

‘Seriously?’ thought Kazuya at the young girl’s reply.  ‘She’s actually OKAY with this?’  He then turned his attention to Ganessa, figuring that the somewhat haughty girl would raise some kind of objection, or at the very least politely bow out of the offer.  She just HAD to, given her personality.

“Well,” began Ganessa, “this IS a rather nice place.  It’s certainly an upgrade compared to my previous living space here on campus.  And I don’t mind the extra company and all that.  I’d like to think I’d learn a thing or two from my fellow seniors and…” by this point, Ganessa’s gaze fell onto Kazuya, which in turn got a modest blush out of the younger redheaded twin-tailed Pandora.

“And, Miss Roland?” asked Elizabeth, amused and curious as to what her fellow British Pandora was going to say.

“A-and…I um…” continued a flustered Ganessa, “a little male companionship isn’t such a bad thing either, now and then…”  Ganessa’s normally proud demeanor was clearly cracking.  Perhaps it was Kazuya’s presence that brought that out.  Was she crushing on him already?  The two had only just met some short time back, and their meeting didn’t last really long at that.  The same seemed to be true for Kaho as well.

“Ladies, I think we might have a tsundere in our presence,” cooed Arnett, clearly referring to Ganessa before continuing further.  “I mean, alongside dear Ingrid here as well.”

“What did you call me?” asked Ingrid, more confused than annoyed.  Clearly, she had not heard of the term tsundere.

“Come on now, ladies.  No fighting or arguments.” said Chiffon in a tone denoting caution and restraint.

“Oh, I’m just teasing is all,” replied Arnett.

“That’s our Arnett,” chimed Atttia, “always the teaser, she is.  Kind of fits with her personality, being the ‘Slashing Trickster’ and all that.”

“You’re one to talk, Attia,” countered Creo.  

“That’s enough, ladies,” said Chiffon, gently putting her foot down (metaphorically) before things potentially risked getting tense.  After all, in a room full of women ten feet tall or bigger, things could potentially go from bad to worse, especially when those women had supersoldier abilities in terms of strength and speed, and also when a young man roughly half their size is at risk of getting caught in the mix of it all.

Of course, whenever the merest inkling of a catfight might break out, Satellizer tightened her grip in response, firmly securing Kazuya against her all the while (though never to the point of harming him).  It was quite remarkable how adamantly the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-boobed beauty could handle her Limiter companion with such restraint along with such tenderness, making sure to not harm him anyway whatsoever.  The realization of it brought back memories of a younger Kazuya in the embrace of his big sister Kazuha after her transformation into a Pandora.

‘It really is like being in the care of my big sis,’ pondered Kazuya, chuckling afterwards in reflection of the words “big sis.”  Under the current circumstances, Kazuya was now surrounded by eleven “big sisters,” whom if he understood it right, were also prospective partners to train alongside him in combating the Nova…as well as more ‘intimate’ matters in their private time.

“So,” said Chiffon one more to the two newest arrivals, “since we’re all equals here as fellow housemates and classmates, just to set the record, would it be okay for us to refer to you on a first-name basis?”

“Umm…yeah, sure,” answered Kaho.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” replied Ganessa.

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Chiffon in an extra-bubbly reply.  “Then please, feel free to refer to all of us on a first name basis as well.  Do I speak for everyone on that statement, ladies?”  Chiffon turns to the other third-year Pandoras upon this declaration.

Not a single one raised any objections on the matter.  Apparently, there was unanimous consensus on this topic.

“Excellent,” continued Chiffon.  “Well then, what say we get you two accustomed to your new living quarters?  There’s certainly a lot to take in here, so I hope you enjoy yourselves as our fellow housemates.”

“Yes, it’s quite spacious as far as accommodations go, even for a Genetics facility,” added Ticy as Chiffon’s unofficial “wingwoman.”

“Sounds good,” replied Kaho while Ganessa simply nodded in response.

Before the assembled group was getting ready to further explore the grounds, the student council president spoke up once more.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Chiffon.  “And this is actually ideal timing.  Kaho, Ganessa, a quick question for the two of you, if you don’t mind my asking.”

“What would that be, Miss Fair-...I mean, Chiffon?” asked Ganessa, with Kaho intently focused as well, letting her fellow second-year speak for her.

“You two like Kazuya here, right?” asked Chiffon as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask.

The immediate response from the younger Pandoras was to instantly light up with intense blushes on their cheeks as they blinked rapidly and darted back and forth between looking at Kazuya, each other, and the other assembled Pandora.  Clearly, the two of them were caught off guard at the question.

“Well…I mean, umm…Kazuya is…a very nice person…to meet and all,” answered a flummoxed Kaho.  “I do…uh…like him…as a friend, I mean.”

“He’s…a good guy, from what I can tell,” replied Ganessa, trying her damndest to keep her composure and not break down into some giddy ‘head-over-heels’ schoolgirl.  “He made a good first impression and was very cordial at our first meeting.”

“That’s nice,” replied Chiffon, “but I meant as a partner, both on the battlefield and in the bedroom.  How do you feel about Kazuya in that regard?”

‘Where the hell did this come from?!’ thought a bewildered Kazuya, wide-eyed and equally flustered.

“Wow Chiffon, way to cut to the chase,” said a very amused Arnett.  “And you guys think I’m the blunt one when it comes to relationships and those sorts of things.”

The blushes and the blank stares on the faces of both Kaho and Ganessa said enough, because Chiffon continued without missing a beat.

“I’ll take your responses as a rather adorable version of “yes” to that question, or at the very least a way of saying “I’m interested in him” at a bare minimum,” continued Chiffon.  “The reason I bring this up is that before you two arrived, we were just about to have a sort of unofficial welcome for our group’s…let’s say collective ‘little brother,’ for lack of a better term for dear Kazuya here.”  Chiffon proceeded to gently rub Kazuya’s scalp upon mentioning him before the assembled party.

“And since now you two are here,” continued Chiffon, “I figured what better time than right now to commence our welcome party to ourselves, including Kazuya?  So, what do you say, ladies?”

Both Kaho and Ganessa were once again like deer in the headlights, with Kaho furiously blushing and Ganessa not doing much better than the freshman Pandora.  Clearly, the were caught unawares by this out-of-the blue question/proposition which Chiffon had dropped into their laps.

“Aww, come on now, don’t be shy,” cooed Rana, coming up behind both Kaho and Ganessa and wrapping an arm around each girl’s waist, proceeding to tug them closer and closer towards Kazuya and Satellizer.

“Trust us, he’s harmless,” teased Arnett.

“And given your reactions just a moment ago, there’s no point in trying to hide it or deny it” added Attia.  “We’re third-years after all.  We’ve seen puppy-love enough times to know when a Pandora is interested in a Limiter, and you two are showing it in spades.”

“Almost as much as our dear Satellizer here,” teased Elizabeth to her fellow blonde-haired British Pandora, which in turn resulted in puffed cheeks and a blush from Satellizer, who was too embarrassed to deny the statement, blunt and honest as it was.

“So come on now, ladies,” insisted Chiffon, “as they say, “the more the merrier” and all that.  And trust me when I say this, Kazuya is an AMAZING kisser, so you certainly won’t regret this.”

Before any objections could be raised, both Kaho and Ganessa found themselves being roped into one big group smoochfest to unofficially initiate themselves as members of Kazuya’s class/platoon/harem-in-the-making.

The next fifteen minutes were spent with Kazuya’s lips being assaulted and invaded by each of the assembled group of Pandora, with each of them taking a turn holding him in her arms and going to town on his mouth with all the gusto of their tongues.  From Kazuya’s perspective (even with the heat of passion clouding his thinking process), each Pandora’s kiss was quickly categorized as such:

• Nervous kissers:  Kaho, Ganessa, Creo

• Playful, teasing kissers: Attia, Arnett, Ingrid

• Warm, endearing kissers:  Chiffon, Ticy

• Sensual, passionate kissers:  Elizabeth, Rana, Satellizer

While Satelliers kissing session in particular had elements of nervousness in it, they were outweighed more so by the raw emotion she put into them.  Out of all the Pandora gathered, Satellizer L. Bridget was certainly the most emotionally-drawn towards Kazuya, with Rana as a potential close second.

‘I’m definitely going to need a shower tonight,’ thought Kazuya.  After all, having the scent of numerous women on you might make people get the wrong idea - or in this case, come to the right conclusion, no matter how raunchy and innuendo-filled a conclusion it might be.  Therefore, it would be prudent for Kazuya to wipe off the numerous aromas he found himself bathing in during the little group makeout session.

“Now that that’s settled,” continued Chiffon, “we should finish moving in and getting acquainted with the place.”

“Wait a sec,” said Kazuya for the first time in a while.

“Yes, Kazuya?” replied all eleven Pandora simultaneously [I know, highly illogical.  A man can dream].

“What about the rest of today’s classes?” asked the Limiter.  “I must have already missed at least one class as it is, and I’m sure I’ll leave a bad impression if I don’t show up for the remainder of today’s classes.”

“No need to worry on that matter, Kazuya,” replied Ticy.  “A notice was put out for you and all of us that we’re allowed to take the rest of the day off.  Given that we’re starting a new class routine come tomorrow, it would be somewhat pointless for us to engage in today’s schedule anyway.”

“Exactly,” added Elizabeth, “so let’s take the rest of today getting packed in and getting familiar with our new residency…Little Brother.”  Elizabeth finished that last part with a sexy little wink at Kazuya.

“Little Brother?” inquired Kazuya with a cocked eyebrow.

“You ARE partnered with all of us after all,” replied Arnett.

“Which makes you our Little Brother,” added Creo.

“And us your Big Sisters,” added Ingrid.

“To fight alongside in battle,” added Attia.

“To learn and study alongside,” added Ticy.

“And to tend to each other's…needs, from time to time,” added Chiffon.

“Which will be a LOT of times, rest assured,” added Elizabeth.

By this point, the air was heavy with both implication and seduction. Kazuya might not have been a genius compared to his grandfather, but he was quick enough to catch onto things when it came to “reading the room” as the saying goes.  These women were eyeing him like hungry lionesses, and he was a freshly wounded gazelle.

As if reading Kazuya’s mind, Chiffon leaned in, getting down on one knee so that her head was level with Kazuya’s.  She proceeded to get as close as possible, bringing her lips towards Kazuya’s ear and proceeding to whisper.

“Something you should know, Kazuya,” began Chiffon with a rather seductive tone in her voice.

“Y-yes, Chiffon?” he replied.

“When a Pandora finds a Limiter that she’s interested in, she tends to enter a different state of mind when around him.”

“Really?  How so?  Or in what way?  Just to elaborate,” said Kazuya, slightly confused and unsure.

“Let me put it this way, dear sweet little Kazuya,” began Chiffon with a big grin.  “You’ve heard of the terminology of when a female is ‘in heat,’ right?  Like that amongst various animals?”

Kazuya’s eyes immediately widened upon hearing this.  His reaction said all that needed to be said, given how Chiffon’s smile widened further.

“Well, Kazuya,” continued Chiffon, “when a woman becomes a Pandora and she finds a Limiter that she’s strongly interested in, whenever she’s around him, she’s effectively ‘in heat’ all the time.”  On these last three words, Chiffon spoke slowly and clearly just to let the gravity of the situation sink in for Kazuya.

‘What kind of perverted fantasy have I walked into?’ thought Kazuya upon hearing this.  ‘Not that I’m necessarily against this, but I wonder just how much learning and training I’ll be doing around these women when they feel like doing something - or someone - else.’

Chiffon stood back upright once more and took the helm in her role as student council president, putting on her cheery upbeat demeanor once more.

“Well then, ladies,” she said, “shall we finish getting settled in?”

The other Pandora all either nodded their heads or voiced agreement and made their way throughout the building, getting acquainted with the surroundings and having their personal items unpacked and placed throughout the group bedroom (thanks in part to Genetics staffers and faculty bringing their luggage and belongings from their old dormitories to their new home).

“Well now,” muttered Kazuya quietly to himself as he started unpackign his belongings alongside his fellow roommates/classmates/soon-to-be bedmates, “this has been an interesting turn of events, to say the least.  If Kazuha could see me now…”

After another hour or so of navigating the mansion/palace/compound, Kazuya and his roommates/classmates started getting settled in.  Whatever personal items of theirs had been moved from their respective dorms into the master bedroom, which had an impressive number of dresser drawers with which to place their personal belongings.  Of course, as far as wardrobes went, Kazuya and the Pandoras were expected to wear Genetics academy uniforms, at least during school days.  As for weekends, they had permission to wear whatever they fancied, so long as it wasn’t against the general guidelines of the school dress code.

Having gotten the gist of the place, Kazuya pondered as to what he should do next.  He ended up getting his answer - or more specifically having the choice made for him - when Chiffon decided to take the initiative, given her position as student council president.

“Well now,” said Chiffon to the assembled group, “to commemorate our moving in as a group, what say we order in for dinner tonight?”

“Sounds good to me,” answered Arnett.

“Indeed!” chimed Rana in her usual upbeat demeanor, “Let us make this a momentous occasion to remember as fellow roommates!”

“What should we order, Chiffon?” asked Ticy.

There was a brief period of suggestion among the assembled group.  Some considered burgers and fries.  Others thought of Chinese food instead.  It was rather tricky to get a consensus going as to what should be had for dinner tonight.

“How about we put it to a vote?” thought Kazuya aloud.  “Majority pick is the winner and whoever is against it can make themselves something from the kitchen or order out for just themselves.”

“Good idea, Kazuya,” replied Chiffon with a grin.

After listing out a few options for everyone to pick from, the assembled party put it to a vote.  The winner ended up being pizza as the first choice, so an order was made for multiple pizzas made, some with just cheese, others with meat, and others with a plethora of toppings (onions, olives, mushrooms, etc.).  After being notified that dinner would arrive within the next sixty minutes, the group gathered in the colossal living room.  All of the Pandoras took a seat, either on one of the couches or on one of the various chairs throughout the room.

Kazuya figured by this point he would be seated independently…and found his assumption to be quite wrong once again.  Once more, he was seated within Satellizer’s lap, with her arms snugly secured around him and her bodacious bosom pressed up against his neck, sinking him into her cleavage and her heavenly aroma.  The girl was obviously crushing on Kazuya REALLY bad, given how strongly she doted on him.

“Hey now, Satellizer,” said Elizabeth, “you’ve been monopolizing Kazuya for quite some time now.  I think it’s only fair that he has a turn with someone else for a little while.  Wouldn’t you agree with me on that, Chiffon?” asked the British beauty to the student council president.

“Elizabeth DOES have a point,” answered Chiffon.  “Satellizer, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that I must insist that you hand over Kazuya to somebody else for the time being.  He should get better acquainted with ALL of his partners, after all.”

Instinctively increasing her hold on Kazuya, Satellizer was clearly against the notion of having to give him up, even if the other Pandoras DID have a valid point.  She puffed up her cheeks in the most adorable of pouts, when Rana gently laid a hand on Satellizer’s shoulder to stir her out of her silent fit.

“Come on now, Satella,” Rana gently chided her friend, “there’ll be time to have some fun with our little Kazuya here.  It’s only fair that the others get to have a turn with him as well.  We all DID agree to this, remember?”

“I know,” mumbled Satellizer in response.  “I’m just not…ready to let go just yet.”  She increased her grip on Kazuya as she said this, smothering him with affection all the more as she tightened her grip on him (being mindful to not actually suffocate or hurt him while she did so).

“Aww, come on now Satella,” replied Rana.  “I’m sure one of us can tend to whatever it is you need while Kazuya tends to another Pandora’s…needs.”  The hidden meaning was lost on pretty much nobody.  Even Kaho - as sweet and innocent as she was, given that she was the sole freshman Pandora among the group - could read between the lines and discern what Rana was implying.  The blush on her face indicated as much as she placed her hands upon her cheeks and adorably looked downwards into her lap.

Apparently, Rana’s gentle insistence did the trick, for Satellizer relented and was willing to physically separate from Kazuya, loosening her grip on him and handing him over to Rana in the process.

“Alright,” mumbled a blushing Sattelizer, “here you go.  Just…be gentle with him, okay?”

“Of course, Satella,” replied Rana as she took Kazuya in her arms and secured him in her lap.  “He is OUR special partner, after all.  It simply would not do for any harm to come to him.”

So it was that Kazuya found himself in the warm and tender embrace of another Pandora.  He figured that since Satellizer and Rana seemed to have such a closeness towards one another, that that was the reason why Satellizer handed him over to Rana out of all the Pandora gathered in the room.

Though Rana’s breasts might have been smaller than Satellizer’s bosom by comparison, they were still very big from Kazuya’s perspective.  In fact, pretty much ANY Pandora’s bosom was more than a handful from Kazuya’s point-of-view, given that they were around double his height in terms of size.  So Kazuya found himself in the same position as he was with Satellizer, with a slightly smaller pair of breasts pressing against his neck and upper back as he reclined against Rana as she held him against her torso.

“There you go, Satellzer,” said Chiffon with a grin.  “I’m proud of you for doing that.  It shows a level of maturity on your part, to be willing to make a small sacrifice for the common good and all that.”

“Yeah, I know,” muttered Satellizer in response, while she still eyed Kazuya, now sitting in Rana’s lap.  Clearly, the younger L. Bridget sister had a case of puppy love for Kazuya REAL badly, given how she interacted with the young man.

The next hour or so consisted of smalltalk among the numerous Pandora, who talked with one another about various topics, whether it was schoolwork, fashion, or their more personal lives.  The least talkative of the group were Ingrid and Creo, given their personalities, but even they had something to say from time to time during the conversation.  In that period, Kazuya learned quite a bit about the four latest third-year Pandoras whom he had met:

• Arnett McMillan: 6th-ranked third-year Pandora at West Genetics, 17 years old, hails from Switzerland, single child (deceased mother), hobbies include lawn-mowing and gardening, favorite food is sliced cheeses, nicknamed the “Slashing Trickster” and “Mad Dog” as her combat monikers, 10 feet 9 inches tall, D-cup breast size
• Creo Brand: 7th-ranked third-year Pandora at West Genetics, 17 years old, hails from Germany (though Greco- Turkish by ethnic background), nicknamed “Lightning Hammer” as her combat moniker, hobbies include boxing and weight training, favorite food is gyros, 11 feet 4 inches tall, D-cup breast
• Attia Simmons: 8th-ranked third-year Pandora at West Genetics, 17 years old, hails from Italy, nicknamed “Manipulative Schemer” as her combat moniker, hobbies include jogging and board games, favorite food is milk (out of a desire to grow taller and bustier), 10 feet 0 inches tall, B-cup breast
• Ingrid Bernstein: 9th-ranked third-year Pandora at West Genetics, 17 years old, hails from Germany, nicknamed “Guardian of Order” as her combat moniker, hobbies include watching television dramas, favorite foods include beer and sausage, 10 feet 10 inches tall, D-cup breast size

In the midst of all the banter, a distinct ringing sound made its way through the halls and the group was cut off from its collective chatter.  Given that the sound was reminiscent to that of a doorbell, it was a safe assumption to make that dinner was ready and the pizzas had finally arrived.

“Well now,” said Elizabeth, “it would seem that dinner is served, so to speak.”

“About time,” replied Arnett with a grin, “I’m starving!”

“Just make sure there’s something for the rest of us,” said Attia with a snarky grin.

“Oh there should be enough to go around,” commented Chiffon.  “I made sure to order enough pies for everyone, so I’d be VERY surprised if there are no leftovers after we’ve all had our fill.  Just make sure that Kazuya has some as well, ladies.”  Chiffon turned her gaze towards Kazuya upon saying this, opening her eyes slightly and giving him a sexy little wink in the process.  Ever the guardian-type that she was, the student council president was making good on her promise to look after the newly-arrived freshman Limiter.

The Pandoras proceeded to make their way to the dining room and adjoining kitchen.  While some began taking out numerous plates, others made their way towards the dining room, taking seats among the massive dining room table.  Creo, Ingrid, and Chiffon made their way towards the front door in order to bring in the pizzas which had arrived, making their way towards the kitchen shortly after retrieving them.

All the while, Kazuya was still seated within Rana’s lap as she took a seat, right next to Satellizer at the dining room table.  It was at this point that one of the Pandora decided to speak up.

“Say, Rana,” spoke Elizabeth, “by chance would you mind handing Kazuya over my way?  You got to hold him during our time in the living room, so I figured it’s only fair to hand him over to somebody else now.”

“Awww, come on, Elizabeth,” countered Rana with a pout, “do I have to already?  I’ve only had him for a little while.”  Rana instinctively strengthened her hold on Kazuya, wrapping her arms more securely around his torso and burying the back of his head further into the softness of her bosom.

“Come on now, Rana,” said Arnett, “like Chiffon said earlier, we all agreed that we’d be willing to share the little guy.  And since you’ve had him for the last hour or so, I’d say it’s only fair that you let somebody else have a turn.”

“Oh, alright,” groaned Rana, before flipping Kazuya in her grip so that he was facing her now.  “Guess this is it for now, Kazuya,” said Rana looking down into his face before leaning in and getting a very passionate smooch in before handing him over to Elizabeth before returning to her seat at the table.

Once again, Kazuya Aoi found himself in the embrace of another Pandora, this time being the rather regal Elizabeth Mably of all people.  While the act of being passed around from one amazonian woman to the next was somewhat tedious and tiresome (as if Kazuya were some type of purse, handbag, or teddy bear to be exchanged between these women), the feeling of their embrace afterwards was anything BUT that.  Each Pandora was both soft to the touch while at the same time humbling in the power of her embrace.  Kazuya knew damn well that if any of them so desired, these women could practically snap him like a twig while he laid in their clutches.  Yet so far, each one of them was quite the opposite in how she handled him, with the gentlest of care and the most delicate of touches to his person.  It was something of a mix between being cradled by one’s mother and being embraced by one’s lover from what Kazuya could discern.  At least, that’s how he would have guessed it to be regarding the first part of that hypothetical, given that he never got to know his mother.

Once the pizza slices had been doled out, the Pandora’s began to chow down heartily into their evening meal.  With Kazuya seated in Elizabeth’s lap, he pondered as to whether or not he should ask for a bit of independence at this moment.

“Umm, Miss Elizabeth?” inquired Kazuya as he turned his head up to his current Pandora-turned-recliner.

“No need for the ‘Miss’ part, but you were saying, Kazuya?” replied Elizabeth as she bit heartily into a slice of pizza.

“Well, I figured that having me sitting in your lap while you’re eating is something of a bother, so if you’d like to remove me so you can sit and eat more comfortably, I’d be more than understanding,” Kazuya elaborated.

“It’s not a bother at all, Kazuya, rest assured,” countered Elizabeth, wrapping one arm around his torso while the other arm held a slice of pizza.  “I’m not inconvenienced in the slightest by this current arrangement, so no need for you to worry on my account, though I’m quite touched by the sincerity of it.”  Elizabeth emphasized her point by gently increasing her grip on Kazuya, further pressing him against the softness of her torso and bosom in the process.

‘These girls,’ thought Kazuya in reflection.  ‘I swear, it’s as if they’re practically OBSESSED with snuggling up against me with every chance they get.  It’s not like I don’t enjoy the feeling of them up against me and all that, but I’d figure that they’d prefer a guy who was more of a gentleman when it came to interacting with women…unless I’m reading the whole situation wrong.’

“Something bothering you, Kazuya?” asked Elizabeth.  “You seem rather distracted.  Is everything alright?”  This question in turn sucked all the other Pandora in, with whatever conversation they were having suddenly brought to a halt, and their attention now solely focused on both Kazuya and Elizabeth.  All of a sudden, Kazuya Aoi was now the sole focal point of attention among more than a dozen towering amazons, all of them staring intently upon him.

“Uhh…well…I umm…” muttered Kazuya, trying to think of the right words to say at that moment.

“Go ahead, Kazuya,” said Elizabeth in a very calming voice.  “Take a deep breath and then say what it is you’d like to say.  Nobody will interrupt you or belittle you for whatever it is you’d like to say.”

‘Kind of hard to not feel “belittled” when you’re in the presence of people who are basically twice your height,’ thought Kazuya in turn, before taking Elizabeth’s advice.  After a solid intake of air and an equally solid exhaling of said air, Kazuya collected his thoughts and said what was on his mind.

“Well, I don’t know if this is going to sound odd, but…” began the freshman Limiter.

“Yes, Kazuya?  What is it?” asked Ticy with strong focus.

“Well, maybe this doesn’t seem weird to you ladies, but it’s something that’s been nagging at the back of my mind for a while now,” Kazuya explained, struggling to maintain eye contact with the group of women gathered before him.

“And what is that, Kazuya?” asked Chiffon with genuine honest curiosity.  The other Pandora all kept silent, such was their interest in what Kazuya had to say.

“Rgh…” grumbled Kazuya, before cutting to the chase, “I just can’t wrap my head around how it is that you’re all…okay with this.”

“Okay with what?” asked Satellizer.

“This arrangement,” elaborated Kazuya.  “The idea of all of you pairing up with me…at the same time, no less!  Doesn’t it bother ANY of you?  Don’t you prefer to have a partner all to yourself?  Somebody that loves you and treats you special, above anybody and everybody else?  Am I crazy for thinking this way?  It all just seems so strange to me, like some kind of custom from another world or something like that.  You honestly can’t tell me that the idea of having to share the same partner is something that you’re ALL okay with?  Surely at least ONE of you has reservations about such an arrangement?”  Kazuya finished by taking a few deep breaths before collecting himself once more.

“I’m sorry if I came off as too forward to direct in what I said,” Kazuya continued.  “It’s just been on my mind is all.  I just can’t quite bring myself to being okay with becoming some kind of playboy and having my own…my own…”

“Your own harem?” asked Arnett bluntly.  Her response left Kazuya a bit flummoxed.

“Y-yeah…that.  It just makes me feel guilty…like I’m taking advantage of all of you,” continued Kazuya, looking down into his lap and feeling ashamed.

“Oh you,” sighed Elizabeth.  “I swear, you’re just too much of a goody-goody for your own good, if you’ll pardon my play-on-words.  Would you agree with me, ladies?”  Elizabeth turned to the other Pandora as she said this.

All of the other Pandoras smiled and nodded their heads in agreement with Elizabeth’s statement, even Kaho.  As improbable as it was, literally ALL of the gathered Pandora had no qualms or concerns whatsoever with what Kazuya was bringing up.  Some of them even outright chuckled at his concerns, which left him all the more confused as a result.

“Kazuya,” said Chiffon in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, “you really are a genuine, bonafide sweety, you know.  It’s rather touching that you’re so concerned about our feelings in the midst of this whole thing.  I’d have to say that kind of concern is going to earn you some goodwill among these ladies now, you little casanova, you.”

“I’d concur, Madam President,” replied Elizabeth as she nuzzled her nose into Kazuya’s scalp and breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of his hair and getting slightly turned on in the process.

“Kazuya,” stated Chiffon clearly and succinctly, looking at the young man intently as she opened her eyes slightly, “please look at me directly.”  The freshman Limiter did so, not wanting to upset Chiffon given that (1) she was his senior, (2) she was student council president, and (3) she was a mini-gts.

“Yes ma’am?” asked a slightly nervous Kazuya.

“I feel that I need to be as direct as possible in saying this:  None of us here have a problem with this arrangement, okay?  The entirety of this setup was elaborated rather succinctly to ALL of us, including Ganessa and Kaho here.  While the suddenness of it all might be surprising to some, every girl here was given the choice to opt out of it, with no fears nor worries of reprimand on her part should she wish to back out of it.”  After stating this, Chiffon looked around at the assembled group.

“Ladies,” began the student council president once more, “just to help make things perfectly clear for our dear Kazuya here, please humor me on this.  If any of you - and I mean ANY of you here - have ANY reservations whatsoever about having to share Kazuya as a partner, whether that is in the classroom, in this building, on the battlefield, or in the bedroom, or in any other conceivable circumstance, then NOW is the time to say something.  I don’t want our sweet little darling having to worry his well-meaning heart over our intentions or feelings over this arrangement, so if you have some kind of reservation over this arrangement, now is the time to say something…and I do mean NOW and not later.”

Sure enough, to help elaborate on Chiffon’s point, not a SINGLE Pandora raised an objection - whether verbal or physical - to what she was stating.  Even Kaho and Ganessa were on board with the proposal, which surprised Kazuya all the more.  He assumed that the younger Pandoras (Kaho in particular) would have SOME kind of reservation or objection to the concept of having to share a single Limiter.  Kazuya decided to to voice this thought right there and then.

“Miss Roland, Miss Hiragi,” began Kazuya, “are the two of you REALLY okay with this?  I don’t want you feeling forced or pressured into this in any way.  If you’re not okay with it, then that’s perfectly fine.  I just don’t want you two feeling like you HAVE to join in on this simply because everybody else might be okay with it.”

“Kazuya,” began Ganessa, “while we’ve only just met, as odd as this might sound, I don’t really have THAT big of a problem with this setup, to be frank.  Would I prefer to have somebody all to myself?  Sure, what person wouldn’t, if we’re being honest.  But given that there are only so many Limiters to go around, it basically can’t be helped that Pandora are going to HAVE to share, if they want to pair up with a Limiter.  It’s either that or it boils down to a few Pandoras getting to be with Limiters and the rest having to hoof it on their own, and we all know that Pandoras do better when paired up with a Limiter.”

“But-” said Kazuya before being cut off.

“But nothing,” replied Ganessa.  “Like I said, I’d prefer to have somebody all to myself as a Pandora…scratch that, as a woman.  Am I alone in that statement, ladies?”  Ganessa looked around the assembled group for confirmation in that statement.  Sure enough, every Pandora nodded her head in response to the redhead’s analysis among partnering up.

“Having said that,” continued Ganessa, “I’m not so vain or selfish as to keep a Limiter all to myself and bar so many Pandoras the chance of pairing up with somebody, partly from a military standpoint, but also from the standpoint of a woman.  A woman with…feelings, and all that entails.”  Ganessa’s cheeks flared up with a slight blush on that last part.

“Ooooh, feelings huh?” asked Arnett.  “What kinds of feelings are we talking about, if I may be so bold as to ask, Miss Roland?”  The older redheaded Pandora was clearly having some fun at the younger redhead’s expense.

“Come on now, Arnett,” Creo spoke up, feeling the need to gently run interference.  “Don’t go knocking down the girl when she’s opening up like this in front of everyone.”

“Oh, I know Creo,” replied Arnett.  “I’m just teasing a little is all.  I’m sorry if I came off as making light of what you were saying, Ganessa.  I hope you’ll believe me when I say I feel the same way as you, as I’m pretty sure that my fellow third-years all feel the same way as well.”  Arnett gestured to all her fellow third-years as she said this, which got nods of agreement from all of them, even from the more reserved types like Ingrid, Creo, and Satellizer.

“Like I said, Kazuya,” continued Ganessa, “while this arrangement might seem rather strange, at least to most people, I’m not so stubborn or pig-headed as to walk away from it simply out of personal preferences.  After all, we ARE in the midst of a war, and tough decisions need to be made for the good of the cause.”

“So that’s how you justify it,” countered Kazuya, “the necessity of war and survival makes this okay?”

“It’s more than that,” elaborated Ganessa, “while the need to do what it takes to defeat the Nova is a major factor, it is not the ONLY factor in this as far as I see it.  From what I can tell, nobody here is a bad person, even if I’ve only just met them.”

“Well, I should HOPE that you don’t see us as bad people,” replied Attia with a roll of the eyes.  “I mean, we ARE doing our part to protect the continuity of our species after all.”

“Now now, Attia,” interjected Elizabeth, “the girl is only making an honest assessment of the company she finds herself in.  It’s something you can’t fault her too much over, given that she probably knows none of us on a personal level.”

“Thank you, Elizabeth,” replied Ganessa.  “Like I said, nobody here comes off as malicious or underhanded, so I can’t bring myself to hold a grudge or have animosity against ANY of them in any real way.  Therefore, I don’t really begrudge being in a relationship with all of them involved in it as well.  I’m hopeful that…given that they are my seniors that they’ll welcome me with open arms into this arrangement laid out and see me as an equal in future days.  After all, I may be a second-year Pandora, but I’m hopeful that I can rise to the occasion and prove myself a worthy member of this party in the days to come.  Anyways, that’s all I have to say on the matter.”

“I’m quite happy to hear that, Ganessa,” replied Chiffon with a grin.  “That’s a rather mature sentiment you carry, and I’m sure that in time we’ll all see you as one of our own.  I know that I certainly do already.”

“Umm…” muttered Kaho, figuring that it was more-or-less her turn to speak up now that Ganessa had said her piece.

“Yes, Miss Hiragi?” replied Chiffon.  “Please, go ahead and speak.  You have the floor…or I suppose table, to be more accurate.”

“Th-thank you, Miss Fairchild,” replied Kaho.  Clearly, the sole freshman Pandora was feeling rather intimidated, being in the presence of so many senior Pandoras, especially when they were all among the top-ranked in their classes.

“I…umm…I’ll confess that I find this whole thing…rather strange, to say the least,” began Kaho, “but that being said, I was offered a chance to say no to it, and I took it all the same.  So, Kazuya, you don’t need to worry on my account over this whole arrangement.  If I end up having regrets over it, I’ll have only myself to blame for it - not you, not anybody else here, only myself and myself alone - and I will inform the higher-ups of my regrets and my decision to leave, should it come to that.  But until that day comes - if it ever comes at all - I will do my part and make the best of this situation and get to know both my fellow Pandoras and my Limiter all the better…if you all will have me, of course.”  Kaho felt the need to be as respectful as possible in the presence of her seniors, given her status.

“She really is the humble type, isn’t she?” said Attia, sporting a sly grin on her face as she bit into another slice of pizza.

“Nothing wrong with that,” commented Ingrid, appreciating Kaho’s earnest nature.  “Better to be humble than haughty in my opinion.”

“No argument there,” added Elizabeth.

“Anyway, you were saying, Miss Hiragi?” said Ticy, trying to get the conversation back on track.

“I’ve more-or-less said everything that I felt needed to be said, but thank you, Miss Phenyl,” replied Kaho before turning her gaze back to Kazuya.  “Kazuya, I know that this seems rather odd to put things mildly, but if I were REALLY against this proposal, I would have said “No thank you” to it.  Of course, I most likely would have ended up in a similar situation no matter who I ended up pairing up with, given how things run at Genetics facilities.  And the way I see it, what better company to be among than the highest-ranked third-years as well as the top-ranked second-year to boot?”

“Don’t go selling yourself short now, Miss Top-Ranked First-Year,” replied Ganessa with a grin.  Clearly, both Kaho and Ganessa felt the need to complement each other as well as their fellow seniors.

“Thank you, Miss Roland,” replied Kaho before turning to Kazuya once more.  “So therefore, Kazuya, please don’t worry on my account over this whole situation.  Like I said, if I end up having second thoughts over the whole thing, I’ll speak my mind on it and I’ll have only myself to blame over it.  So until then, I’m in this thing through thick and thin.”  Kaho finished with a hearty bite into her pizza slice.

So once again, Kazuya Aoi found himself sitting in the lap of a Pandora, taking in the totality of the situation as it stood.  Both Ganessa and Kaho had stated their respective pieces over the arrangement of this matter, and the third-year Pandoras were clearly of the same mindset to boot.  There was literally NOBODY among the assembled Pandoras who were against this arrangement.  And even though Kazuya had heard it more than once from Chiffon from Day 1, it still felt so damn surreal.

“You’re all…honestly okay with this?” asked a bewildered Kazuya Aoi to everybody present.

“Yes,” was the response from all of the Pandoras.

“You’re all okay with…with a…” Kazuya was struggling to get the word out.

“Go ahead and say it, Kazuya,” chuckled Arnett.  “It’s not like we’re going to fall over and faint or something.”

“A…a ha-...a h-...”  Even then, Kazuya was struggling to get the word out.

“Go ahead, Kazuya, say it,” insisted Chiffon.

“A…harem…with me?” asked a rather flustered Kazuya.

“Yes,” was the answer once more from all the Pandoras assembled, including both Kaho and Ganessa.

‘What is this?’ thought Kazuya at that moment.  ‘Is this some kind of super-pervy teenage fantasy I’ve fallen into?  Just what is it about these women that makes them okay with having to share a partner?  Share a lover?  It’s all so bonkers…I just can’t wrap my head around this concept.  None of them seem brainwashed or intimidated from what I can tell.  They all appear to be joining in on this of their own volition.  Should I simply accept this?  I just don’t like the idea of taking advantage of them.  They’re not pieces of meat.  They’re women.  They are individuals with their own feelings, behaviors, preferences, histories, personalities, and all that.  And I’m just supposed to say “Hey, you are now all my sex partners, and you all belong to me now”?  I’m not some kind of sexual pig.  Kazuha raised me better than that.’

Deciding to break Kazuya out of his mental funk, Elizabeth jarred him slightly in her lap in order to get his attention.  After a gentle shaking, Kazuya looked up to see the regal-looking Pandora look down upon him with a smile.

“You’re feeling guilty about this whole arrangement, aren’t you?” asked Elizabeth with a smile.

“Shouldn’t I?” replied Kazuya.  “I mean, doesn’t it disgust ANY of you over having a shared lover?”  The messaging was clear-cut and to the point.  Though to Kazuya’s surprise, Elizabeth simply broadened her smile before leaning towards Kazuya and seizing his lips within hers, engaging in another session of French-kissing for a solid thirty seconds or so.

Once she came up for air, Elizabeth licked her lips, savoring the taste of Kazuya’s mouth before speaking once more.

“I must confess, Kazuya,” began Elizabeth, “I didn’t expect you to be so obstinately AGAINST the idea of this arrangement.  The vast majority of Limiters are only too eager to have such a large flower garden of women at their beck and call.  Yet you bewilder me in your reaction to such an arrangement.  You seem SO against this arrangement that it boggles the mind.  You’re not by chance…batting for the other team, are you Kazuya?”

“I beg your pardon, Miss?” asked a flustered Kazuya.

“I just needed to confirm whether or not you were into girls, that’s all,” replied Elizabeth.  “If that were the case, I could understand why this pairing up would be considered tortuous to you.  But from what I’ve deduced, you APPEAR to be a heterosexual male, unless I’ve read you all wrong.”

“N-no, you’re not wrong on that,” answered Kazuya.

“Well then,” continued Elizabeth, “then having confirmed that, allow me to ask you a multi-part question then, if I may, Kazuya.”

“Go ahead,” replied Kazuya.

“If you - by your sexuality - are “into” the opposite sex, and there are multiple women who are in turn “into” you, and they don’t mind “sharing,” so to speak, then what exactly is the problem?”  said Elizabeth matter-of-factly.

By this point, Kazuya was at a complete loss for words.  There was simply nothing left for him to say.  He was like a deer in the headlights, staring down at a truck…scratch that, staring down an eighteen-wheeler hauling two container units behind it.  He had no more cards to play in this back-and-forth conundrum of harem talk.  The entire focal point of it all rested on Kazuya, and whether or not he was okay with being the centerpiece of his own harem.  That was the long and short of it.  After a solid minute of silence, somebody decided to speak up.

“Kazuya?” asked Chiffon.  “Are you alright?  You’re zoning out on us.”  Kazuya could tell that Chiffon was being more serious than sarcastic in her tone, and the looks on all of the other women’s faces basically indicated the same at that point.  Taking another deep breath and collecting his thoughts, Kazuya exhaled once more before speaking.

“Alright,” he said.

“Come again, Kazuya?” inquired Elizabeth as she leaned forward and brought her head closer towards Kazuya’s.

“I’ll…accept this,” replied Kazuya.  “I still find it rather odd, if not downright bonkers, but…if you’ll all have me as your partner, I’ll do my best to be worthy of all of you.  I can only hope that I’ll do my best in satisfying your expectations.”

“Well now, it’s about damn time,” replied Arnett with a big grin.  “Didn’t figure that the biggest prude in this whole arrangement would end up being you, Kazuya.  Though I must admit, it was amusing for a while.”

“Let’s just be glad that he’s finally on board with this, shall we?” said Attia, sporting her own grin.

“Indeed,” added Ingrid.  “The sooner, the better.”

“Well then,” said Chiffon, “since our darling Kazuya is finally on board with this little arrangement, I propose a toast.”  Chiffon proceeded to raise her drinking glass in front of everybody.  The other Pandoras followed suit, all raising their glasses in turn.

“To a fruitful partnership, between our darling Kazuya and all of us gathered here,” declared Chiffon loud and clear before all the others.  “May our partnership be long-lasting, meaningful, and beneficial, both to the human race and to ourselves personally.  Cheers!”  Chiffon then took a deep, hearty gulp from her cup, emptying it in seconds.

“Cheers!” declared the other Pandoras, before downing their beverages alongside Chiffon.

‘This is really happening,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘I’m in a mass harem with a whole bunch of women…and NONE of them have a problem with it.  This is about as surreal as it gets.  I really am in some kind of juvenile heterosexual male fantasy come to life…and it’s certainly going to take some getting used to.  I just hope I have a big enough heart to cater to all of these women, and be a partner worthy of them.’

The rest of the day went along rather cordially, with more talk and banter among the Pandoras as Kazuya ate his share of pizza all the while.  All the while, Kazuya was soaking in the reality of his situation, which certainly wasn’t tortuous to say the least, but quite surreal and bonkers all the same.  His mind was in a figurative tug-of-war between objecting to this arrangement and simply diving into it and embracing it.

That was the main reason Kazuya didn’t eat much during dinner.

Once the meal was wrapping up, and the Pandoras proceeded to begin putting away whatever leftovers remained, the assembled party began preparing to go to bed…which meant collectively sleeping in the same master bedroom discovered earlier.

To say that Kazuya was getting a bit hot and bothered under the collar would have been quite the understatement at the moment.

“Alright now, ladies,” said Chiffon, “I think it’s time we call it a night now, wouldn’t you agree?  We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, so we all better get a good night’s sleep.  Isn’t that right, Kazuya?”  Chiffon peered down from on high, given that she was standing tall and proud, focusing her gaze on Kazuya (as were the other Pandora at this point).

To say that Kazuya was feeling both outnumbered and intimidated would be quite the understatement.

“What’s wrong, Kazuya?” asked Arnett playfully.  “Cat got your tongue?”

“N-no, Miss McMill-...I mean, Arnett,” replied Kazuya.  “I guess I’m just trying to get used to being surrounded by so many women at one time, especially when I’m basically waist-high to the vast majority of them.  I can only hope you empathize with my point of view under these circumstances as they are.”

“Oh, Kazuya,” replied Ticy, who instinctively leaned down and scooped him up into her arms before cradling him against her own torso and bosom.  “You should have absolutely no need to be afraid when in the company of your partners.  We Pandora have all been educated on how to interact with Limiters at all times, so I hope you’ll take me for my word when I say you should have absolutely nothing to fear from ANY of us.  Am I right on that, ladies?”

The other Pandoras all either smiled and/or nodded in response to Ticy’s declaration.

“So you see, Kazuya,” continued Ticy, “please believe me when I say that you are in good hands during your time here at West Genetics, ESPECIALLY when in the presence of your partners.  The last thing that any of us would want to do is resort to harming our own mutual partner, you little cutie you.”  Ticy finished with a quick, instinctive peck of a kiss on Kazuya’s lips, catching him off guard in the process.

‘Seriously, what is with these women?’ thought Kazuya in response.  ‘They’re practically a step or two away from fully disrobing and begging me to either marry them, bed them, or both.  This feels like some kind of horndog’s wet dream fantasy that I’m living.  There’s no way I’m THIS lucky.  It just HAS to be some kind of waking dream I’m living in right now.’

“Well, Kazuya?” asked Chiffon.  “Shall we go and tuck ourselves in now?”  The first-ranked third-year Pandora followed through on her request with a quick peck on Kazuya’s cheek, further shocking the freshman Limiter.  The outright brazenness when it came to the affections these girls showed was becoming too much for the young man to bear.

“Uhh…yeah, sure,” replied Kazuya, still clinging against Ticy’s torso, with his head pressed against her own bosom all the while.

Shortly after, the entire group had made their way towards the master bedroom, with Kazuya in tow, being carried in Ticy’s arms as they walked.

‘I suppose I’ll have to get used to being hauled around like a small child,’ thought Kazuya, ‘unless I become very insistent on being put down when I’m in the presence of my…partners.  Though I’ll admit, I don’t dislike the notion of being held in their embrace, if I’m being honest.’

Upon making their way to the master bedroom, the gathered party - meaning everybody minus Kazuya - began stripping of their clothing.  Ever the obstinate gentleman that he was, Kazuya closed his eyes and waited for the women to finish changing out of their clothing, hoping that they would be in some nighttime loungewear after a few minutes of waiting.

“Kazuya?” said Chiffon, “What are you doing?”

“I…I’m just waiting for you girls to finish changing, that’s all,” replied Kazuya, with his eyes shut tight.

“Well, you were definitely spot-on, Arnett.  He really IS quite the gentleman,” said Creo, commenting on Kazuya’s sense of chivalry.

“You’re definitely right on that,” added Attia.

“Kazuya,” said Chiffon once more, “while we certainly appreciate the consideration you have for us as women, I must insist that you simply need not look away nor shut your eyes whenever we are undressing.  We ARE your partners after all, so you are certainly entitled to look at us in whatever state of dress we are in, you silly little boy you.”

“Even so,” replied Kazuya, who still had his eyelids securely shut, “it wouldn’t be proper for me to stare at a lady when she’s in a state of undress.”

There was a momentary pause of silence before Kazuya could distinctly make out a sigh, followed by footsteps making their way directly towards him.  A moment later, Kazuya felt large hands gently resting upon his shoulders while he found himself cast in shadow.

“Kazuya,” said Elizabeth Mably, “open your eyes, please.”

Kazuya followed the directions given to him, albeit somewhat reluctantly.

Before the young man was Elizabeth Mably in nothing but her birthday suit, wearing nothing more than a patch of blonde-colored fur over her nether-regions.  The young woman was staring intently at Kazuya, who by this point was blushing furiously and instinctively yearning to shut his eyes once more…if not for Elizabeth’s insistence to do otherwise.

“Kazuya,” continued Elizabeth, “please don’t close your eyes.  I want you to look at me, at us, and I’d rather not resort to begging to make you do so if possible.”  The tone in Elizabeth’s voice indicated that she was rather sincere in what she was saying.  At the same time, it seemed rather comical from Kazuya’s perspective.  After all, if Elizabeth - or literally ANY of the Pandora - felt so inclined, she could simply force open Kazuya’s eyelids if she felt so inclined to do so.  Yet even now, she simply stayed perfectly still, with her hands placed on Kazuya’s shoulders as she knelt in front of him, beseeching him to look upon her naked body.

“Please,” said Elizabeth, in an almost pleading tone of voice, “look at me.  Look at us.  Please don’t look away from YOUR women.”  The tone in Elizabeth’s voice was all too apparent.  The young woman was clearly insistent on Kazuya looking upon her body.

After a few seconds, Kazuya opened his eyes, taking in the heavenly sight of Elizabeth Mably’s body in all of its splendor and allure.  As he moved his eyes about, he saw that it wasn’t just Elizabeth wearing only her birthday suit, but literally every single Pandora in the room, including Ganessa and Kaho.  The whole lot of them were laid bare before Kazuya, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination while leaving their bodies on full display to take in every single detail.  Even the more nervous and blushing types like Satellizer were letting it all “hang out” before Kazuya.

The young man felt his breath catch in his throat, moving his eyes slowly upon the assembled amazons currently surrounding him, taking in the view of their nude bodies before finally returning his gaze towards Elizabeth once more.  At that moment, Kazuya could only bring himself to whisper a single word, out of sheer instinct:

“Beautiful.”

Apparently, Kazuya gave the right response to what he saw, given the warm and rosy smile that appeared on Elizabeth’s face in response.  She leaned forward and gave a slow long kiss on Kazuya’s lips as a show of approval.  After a solid ten seconds or so, she broke off the kiss before stepping back and standing upright once more, casting Kazuya in her shadow along with all the other Pandoras.

“This…this all seems so strange to me,” said Kazuya looking up at his currently naked partners, “so it’s going to take a little while for me to be accustomed to all of this and not feel weird or awkward about it.  I hope you all understand and are patient with me.”

“Of course, Kazuya,” replied Chiffon.  “That practically goes without saying.  This is something that shouldn’t be rushed.  Forming a bond with one’s partner takes time in order to be properly cultivated.  In a way, it’s kind of akin to gardening, I suppose.”

“Interesting choice of words, using gardening as reference I mean,” commented Attia.  “Though I suppose it is a rather apt choice of terminology.”

“Especially given that we here are the flower garden to our little Kazuya,” added Ticy with a grin.

“So what does that make him in all of this?” inquired Creo.

“A hummingbird perhaps?” suggested Ingrid.

“Oooh,” cooed Arnett.  “Is that because they use those long beaks of theirs to go DEEP into a flower’s petals as they move from plant to plant?”  The innuendo behind Arnett’s questioning was lost on nobody, getting a few blushes out of the more shy Pandoras (and Kazuya as well).

“Must you turn everything into a sex joke, Arnett?” sighed Creo.

“Hey, I’m just a girl who likes to have a little fun is all,” Arnett playfully snapped back.  She then surprised everybody by leaning in and hoisting up Kazuya, cradling him in her arms and smothering him in her bosom.

Once again, the recently-arrived Limiter found himself being playfully manhandled by another large woman, with her boobs in his face and her enticing aroma all around him and getting him ‘hot under the collar’ in the process.

“Careful with him, Arnett,” Elizabeth gently chided the girl.

“Oh, I will, okay?” groaned Arnett as she secured her hold on Kazuya.  “So far I haven’t had a turn in holding the little fella, so I thought I’d seize on an opportunity, that’s all.  I mean, so far Satellizer, Rana, and you have all had a turn with him, so I thought I’d take mine now.”

“Okay now, ladies,” said Chiffon, feeling the need to referee the conversation.  “We should be getting ready for bed soon.  We have a big day tomorrow, after all.”

“Should we get a shower then?” asked Rana.  “That way we won’t have to worry about rushing to get one tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me,” replied Chiffon, before turning and gesturing to all the other Pandoras.  “Well then, ladies?”

A moment later, the entire group was gathered into a massive showering room within the facility.  The room also had an equally massive indoor bathtub within it, though it was the showers with which the group stayed focused on for most of that time.

Of course, given that the act of showering involves one being nude, that meant that everybody - including Kazuya - was stripped down completely.  And though he was initially hesitant at the idea of mixed bathing, he was reminded that being partners with a Pandora entailed such things.  There was also the simple act of being overruled by a simple vote, where every single Pandora voted to have Kazuya bathe/shower with them collectively rather than separately, so therefore the young man ended up getting naked along with everyone else.

For the next hour, Kazuya spent time seated on a stool while he was being cleaned…by the Pandoras gathered around him.  What would have taken perhaps five to ten minutes for a standard washing, Kazuya was being exposed to the heavenly touches and ministrations from nearly a dozen women.  Each and every single girl got a chance to caress Kazuya’s body and get familiar with every nook and cranny on his person, including his more ‘delicate’ areas.

Some of the friskier Pandoras (mainly Arnett, Rana, Satellizer, and Elizabeth) even went so far as to give him full body washes, using their breasts in place of loofahs as the slowly rubbed up and down, back and forth along Kazuya’s back and torso.  Of course, that kind of skinplay was getting a rather distinct reaction from Kazuya, with emphasis on the area just below his waistline and between his thighs.  Once that was made clear, every Pandora couldn’t help but take a long, hard look at Kazuya’s ‘response,’ all of them blushing in varying degrees as they examined it.  Even the more shy types like Kaho and Ganessa couldn’t help but look at it, much as they tried to divert their eyes.

“Well,” said Arnett, “it’s good to know that you’re into girls, Kazuya.”  The ‘Slashing Trickster’ simply couldn’t help herself and felt the need to tease her partner somewhat, though it was all a harmless jest and nothing more.

The young man instinctively reached his hands to cover himself when he found each hand being seized up at that very moment.  One of his wrists was being held in the hand of Chiffon Fairchild, while the other was held in the hand of Elizabeth Mably.  Each Pandora looked down at him with calming smiles as they gently restrained Kazuya’s limbs, making sure to apply just enough pressure so as to not harm him.

“Please, Kazuya,” said Chiffon, “there’s no need to hide yourself from us, especially as we are now all your partners.  I mean, after all, you’ve gotten to see all of us wearing nothing, so I figured that it’s only fair that we get the same thing in return.  But joking aside, I don’t want you to ever feel ashamed about your body when you are in our presence.  You should be allowed to be perfectly comfortable with this sort of thing, without the fear of covering up, especially when we’re in the baths or showers.”

“Chiffon is right, Kazuya,” added Elizabeth.  “True partners should not feel shame or guilt over being exposed and vulnerable like this in front of one another.  It helps form bonds when moments of intimacy like this are shared and embraced.  And besides, girls like it when they make their partner…excited, so to speak.  I like to think I speak on everyone’s behalf when I say that it makes us happy that you appreciate our bodies.”  Clearly, Elizabeth was gesturing to Kazuya’s recent case of stiffness down below to make her point.

Reluctantly, Kazuya relented and backed off on the instinctive urge to cover up the proof of his ‘instinctive urges,’ effectively ‘letting it all hang out’ before the Pandoras.

‘I suppose it’s only fair, awkward as it may seem,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘It would be rather hypocritical of me to be covering up when none of them are doing the same.  It’s surprisingly mature on their part that they’re willing to be so…exposed in front of me.  We’ve only become acquainted in a relatively short amount of time, after all.’

“Okay,” sighed Kazuya, letting his arms rest at his sides, placing his hands upon his knees while leaving his genitals uncovered.  “Like I said earlier, this is going to take some getting used to.  The idea of…exposing myself, like this in front of all of you…it just feels awkward and so strange to me.”

“No rush on our part, Kazuya,” cooed Chiffon.  “In time, I’m pretty sure you’ll get used to this sort of thing.  And we - all of us here - as your Big Sisters, we’ll help you become more comfortable with this arrangement,” Chiffon turned her gaze towards the other Pandoras before speaking further, “won’t we, ladies?”

Not a single member of the other Pandoras raised any objection to Chiffon’s proposition whatsoever.  The more outspoken types like Rana and Arnett supported it rather jovially, whereas the more shy and reserved types like Satellizer or Kaho quietly nodded in agreement.  Those were the two ends on the spectrum of agreement among the assembled women, with everyone falling somewhere along that spectrum.

Deciding to simply let the smothering affection overtake him (given how late it was getting), Kazuya decided to raise no further objections to such intimate acts among the Pandoras as they continued washing his body.  The group had moved from the showers to the main bath, which was spacious enough to fit all the women with plenty of room to spare.  Every five minutes or so, Kazuya was passed from one woman to another, so that each Pandora would have some one-on-one time with him regarding physical intimacy, and so that the session would take no more than an hour to boot (they DID need to get ready for bed after all).

During that hour of washing/massaging/caressing from one Pandora to the other, Kazuya was given the go-ahead by each Pandora to touch her in turn while she was touching him.  Though reluctant to act on baser instincts (given his nature), Kazuya was almost borderline commanded to feel up each Pandora, given the insistence from some of them.

“Come on now, don’t be such a prude, lover boy,” teased Arnett when her turn came up.  “Go ahead and cop a feel.  It’s only fair, given that we’re doing the same to you, little fella.”

“It’s only natural for partners to become familiar with one another, silly boy,” added Attia.

The other Pandoras either verbally agreed with the general sentiment or nodded their heads in approval.  The consensus was pretty much clear:  These women downright DEMANDED that Kazuya become familiar with their bodies while they were doing the same to him.

Once the hour had passed, it was finally time for everyone to head to bed.  Ever the gentleman, Kazuya was getting ready to turn around and avert his eyes while the ladies began putting on their nightly attire.  Of course, this was caught on by them shortly after.

“No need to look away, Kazuya,” said Ticy.  “I mean, you HAVE seen us all naked by now.”

“Yes indeed!” chimed in Rana.  “You shouldn’t have to feel embarrassment or shame at the sight of us.  As Elizabeth and Chiffon mentioned earlier, we are your partners - YOUR women - so there’s no need to look away, even if it is done out of good intentions.  In fact, we’d prefer quite the opposite from you.  Isn’t that right, Satella?”  Rana turned to the super-busty blonde Pandora for confirmation.

Given her somewhat bashful nature, Satlellizer could only bring herself to nod while blushing, uttering a simple “mm-hmm” in response as she gazed down at Kazuya.

“I get the sentiment, Rana,” replied Kazuya, “but logical understanding and emotional reaction aren’t the same thing.  In fact, logic and emotion are quite at odds with one another for the most part.  So while I’ll do my best to feel normal about this arrangement, it’s going to take a little while for me to not be weirded out by it, that’s all.  Like mentioned earlier, I hope you’ll all be patient with me while I try becoming more…what’s the word?  Acclimated, I suppose?”

“Understood, Kazuya,” said Chiffon with that oh-so-endearing, heartwarming grin of hers.  “As the old saying goes, “Rome wasn’t built in a day,” and therefore you shouldn’t have to feel rushed on getting used to this pairing-up as it stands.”

“If you can even really call it a PAIRING-up, given these circumstances,” teased Arnett.

“Alright now, enough teasing around, Arnett,” gently chided Creo.  “We need to be getting ready for bed now.”

All the Pandora’s proceeded to put on their nightly wear.  Chiffon, Satellizer, Arnett, and Ganessa wore traditional nightgowns (with Arnett’s being the kinkiest given that hers was the most ‘see-through’ of the groups).  Kaho, Attia, and Ticy wore regular pajama shirts and matching pants.  Ingrid, Creo, and Rana wore basic undergarments, with Rana’s choice of loungewear being nothing more than basic cloth wrappings around her breasts and waistline.

“It’s a traditional form of undergarments from where I hail from,” explained Rana with a grin.

As for Elizabeth, she chose to go with wearing nothing whatsoever.  Apparently, the second-ranked third-year Pandora was rather accustomed to lounging about in the nude whenever she was in private settings.

“I never could see the need to wear clothing when it wasn’t necessary,” explained Elizabeth.  “Honestly, I feel that everyone should sleep nude.  I think most people would find it comfortable and far more preferable compared to being suffocated in whatever they are wearing.  Hopefully, I’ll have everyone here more in line with my train of thought before long.”  Elizabeth looked around the room before turning her gaze to Kazuya and giving him a sexy wink in the process.

Though the chance for more witty banter was tempting, the need for sleep soon overruled such an idea.  After one good, long yawn from Kazuya, the Pandoras all took a hint and started making their way towards the bed.  There was only one last thing to consider before finally calling it a night.

“So,” inquired Ingrid, “who gets to sleep with Kazuya tonight?”

The question put the young man in question in a rather flabbergasted state.  Were things REALLY going to go to the next level already?  Sure it was one thing to look upon his newly acquired partners in their birthday suits, but now things were moving on to the realm of getting kinky in the bedroom?  Already?  If Kazuya thought things were moving too fast as it were, he definitely thought that things were nearing lightspeed by now.

“Careful with how you word things, Ingrid,” sighed Elizabeth with a smile.  “Otherwise, I fear that you’ll make our dear Kazuya pass out with shock.”

“What?”  replied Ingrid with genuine naivete.

“Ingrid,” said Attia, “you DO understand that when you use the words “sleeping with” when it comes to two or more people, that there’s a hidden meaning implicated in the phrasing, right?”

A moment later, Ingrid’s eyes widened and a very distinct blush arose across her cheeks.  The normally stoic, no-nonsense Pandora had the demeanor of a delicate schoolgirl, given how flustered and embarrassed she was upon hearing about the implicative meaning of her question.

“Th-that’s NOT what I was referring to, I’ll have you all know,” declared Ingrid.  “I was talking about literal sleeping, not…well, you know…” Ingrid finished with muttering while she turned her eyes to the floor, the blush on her face staying on all the while.  Ingrid’s response ended up being simply too cute for some of the Pandoras to handle, given that two of them - Arnett and Rana - ended up glomping onto her shortly after.

“Ohhh, you’re so cute when you let your guard down, Ingrid,” cooed Arnett as she wrapped her arms around her fellow redhead.  “It’s so rare to see you lower your guard that I simply can’t control myself whenever I get to see you do it.”

“Yes, indeed!” Rana seconded Arnett’s declaration.  “It’s quite serendipitous to see you in such a cutesy state that it fills me with such glee that I simply MUST react to such a scene before me accordingly.”

“Urghh…alright, you two, enough of the lovefest already,” groaned Ingrid in response, blushing out of a mix of embarrassment from earlier and from being in such proximity to two of her fellow third-years “pressing the flesh,” with her, so to speak.

“I’ll have to agree with Ingrid on this one,” said Chiffon, feeling the need to play referee among her fellow third-years.  “We really DO need to get to bed.  However, Ingrid does raise a fair point as well.”  By this point, all the Pandora had turned their attention to Kazuya.

When you are in the presence of nearly a dozen women who (on average) are roughly twice your height, you can’t help but feel at least somewhat intimidated when being surrounded by said women, all of whom were eyeing you with varying degrees of lust and affection among them.

“Should we let Kazuya decide?” asked Kaho.

“That sounds like a fair suggestion in my opinion,” replied Ganessa.

“Well then, Kazuya,” declared Chiffon.  “Any preference on who your fellow bedmates for tonight will be?”  The other Pandora focused upon him with bated breath, awaiting his answer.

“Umm…I’m not sure…how to answer that, if I’m being honest,” replied Kazuya with some degree of unease.

“Madam President,” said Elizabeth, “I feel that putting Kazuya on the spot like this had made things awkward on his part.  It puts him under pressure to find a way to pick without upsetting anybody.  After all, whoever he ends up picking, the remaining Pandoras will feel left out to some extent.”

“Exactly,” added Creo.  “The perception will end up being perceived that however he picks will be considered his favorites at the moment and risk increased jealousy among the rest of us.”

“I see…” pondered Chiffon out loud, before turning her gaze back onto Kazuya once more.  “Kazuya, I’m sorry for putting you on the spot like that in front of all of us.  Please accept my apology.”  The tone in Chiffon’s voice was clearly serious by this point, with no sarcasm detected in it whatsoever.

“It’s quite alright, Chiffon,” replied Kazuya.  “Please, don’t worry about it.”

“Even so, we can’t ALL sleep cuddled up next to Kazuya,” stated Attia.  “There’s only so much of him to go around between us big girls.  I’d wager you could pair him up with two of us.  Three if we’re packed up extra close together with one of us serving as his mattress to lay on.”

“Let’s try to avoid smothering our collective partner now, shall we?” commented Elizabeth.

“Yes, let’s…” added Ganessa.

“How about we try to have a quick chat on it and put it to a vote if need be?” inquired Ticy to the rest of the group.

“Sounds good to me,” declared Chiffon with a grin.

After a good five minutes or so of chit-chat amongst the Pandoras, it was finally settled upon that both Satellizer and Rana would be the two to cuddle up against Kazuya for the night.  Obviously, Rana was quite giddy with joy at the notion of being able to snuggle up with Kazuya.  For her part, Satellizer was simply smiling while sporting a rather intense blush.  Clearly, the busty blonde was only too happy for the chance to embrace the freshman Limiter whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Shortly after, all the Pandoras had climbed onto the massive bed, with Satellized gently hoisting up Kazuya in her arms before laying him down in a spot cleared out for both Rana and herself.  Bringing Kazuya into her embrace, Satellizer gently draped her arms over him, with Kazuya’s head nestled between her breasts.  She then motioned for Rana to come join her.  The blue-haired Tibetan was only too eager to comply.

So it was that Kazuya Aoi found himself sandwiched between a super-busty blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty and her blue-haired, blue-eyed counterpart (with a slightly smaller bust), cocooned in their warm embrace.  Satellizer was facing Kazuya with Rana behind him, and both of their bosoms leveled with Kazuya’s head, effectively trapping him in marshmallow hell.

“You…can touch them, if you like,” muttered Satellizer quietly.

“What was that, ma’am?” asked Kazuya tilting his head up at Satellizer.  The blonde simply thrust her chest forwards slightly, pressing her heavenly bosom up against Kazuya’s face all the more.

“You can touch them,” repeated Satellizer.  “I…WANT you to touch them.”

Deciding that he didn’t want to displease the young woman’s offer, Kazuya brought up his hands and gently placed them on the slopes of Satellizer’s breasts.  The woman inhaled deeply with a restrained gasp, clearly enjoying the sensation of Kazuya’s touch.

“Well now, Satella,” cooed Rana, “it looks like SOMEBODY is having a good time.”  Feeling somewhat left out, Rana pressed more against Kazuya from behind, sandwiching the back of his head further into her own breasts.

“I must confess, I’m a little jealous of the attention you’re getting from Kazuya, but I’m willing to let it slide for the good of our family,” continued Rana.  “Just know that I plan on getting my share of care and affection soon enough, Satella.”

If Satellizer heard Rana, she was simply too tied up in the bliss from Kazuya’s touch.  She instinctively shut her eyes and stifled a moan the best she could, trying not to be too loud so as to keep the others from falling asleep.  After all, the softest and most delicate part of Satellizer’s body was her bosom, so whatever physical attention it got stimulated the woman immensely.

“Careful now, Satellizer,” commented Chiffon.  “A little playful hanky-panky is one thing, but please don’t go getting carried away and mount Kazuya right off the bat in front of us now.  It’s a bit premature to do something like that so soon, and besides, we’ve got classes tomorrow.”

“I…know…that…” sighed Satellizer between panting moans.  “I…promise…to be…good…”  The busty blonde instinctively brought her hands up to underneath Kazuya’s armpits and yanked him up so that their heads were level with one another.  She then proceeded to gaze deep into Kazuya’s eyes, her own eyes trembling with such delicate passion.

“Thank you,” whispered Satellizer.

“For what?” asked a somewhat confused Kazuya.

“For touching me,” she answered.  “Normally, I don’t like it when most people touch me…at least, when most men try to touch me.  But when it’s you, I’m okay with it…more than okay with it.  It’s like…like I…like almost NEED your touch.  I know it all sounds odd and I can’t quite put it into words in a way that it sounds anything OTHER than odd, but just know that…that I appreciate it - appreciate YOU - so much.”

Before Kazuya could reply, he found his mouth being assaulted once more by a very VERY passionate kiss from Satellizer, with her super-soft lips making contact with his before turning it into another round of French kissing.

“My my, it seems our Untouchable Queen is going to need to get a new moniker at this rate,” commented Elizabeth.  “Given how she’s starving for Kazuya’s touch, that title is becoming rather outdated.  Wouldn’t you agree, ladies?”

There was some gentle cooing and whistles from the other Pandoras in agreement and affirmation of Satellizer’s makeout session, and while Satellizer would normally be embarrassed to the point of full-blow mortification, she was simply too ‘in the moment’ to care about such a thing.  At that moment, she was fully intent on pouring her heart into the kiss as much as she could, which to her credit, she was doing an excellent job of, given how Kazuya was feeling at that moment.

From Kazuya’s perspective, he was enraptured in sheer bliss, getting to run his hands over such a massive pair of breasts and follow through with a tongue battle with this gorgeous woman laying in front of him.  A part of him wanted this to last forever, such was the pleasure he was experiencing.  But eventually, all good things come to an end, and the need for sleep and to come up for air eventually took their hold on the two lovebirds.

Once the makeout session was finished (even though Satellizer REALLY wanted to take things to the next level), both Satellizer and Kazuya finally let rest overtake them.  Satellizer repositioned Kazuya back down so that he was level with her chest, with Rana closing in on him from behind.  The young man was thus securely sandwiched between the Pandoras once more, feeling the smoothness of their skin and the warmth of their bodies lull him into slumber.

‘Just the end of my first day,’ thought Kazuya, ‘and I’m already being thrown into a full-blown harem.  This is beyond surreal.  I just hope…I’m considered a worthy partner to all of these women, especially given their rankings among their classes.  Time will tell, I suppose.’

And with that, Kazuya closed his eyes and enjoyed both the scents and the touch of his partners surrounding and overtaking him as deep sleep finally took hold.

“Mphh…” grumbled Kazuya Aoi as he lay asleep in bed, enjoying the relaxing warmth he currently found himself in.  Given the circumstances as they were, he was quite hesitant to wake up and get out of bed, such was the pleasure with which he found himself at that particular moment.

“He really is a little cutie while he sleeps, isn’t he Satella?” whispered Rana as she glanced down at the Limiter currently in her possession (alongside her fellow Pandora).

“Mm-hm,” nodded Satellizer as she glanced down with a smile at Kazuya as he stirred ever so slightly in the collective embrace of the two Pandoras he was currently nestled between.

“You’re really one for words, you know that Satellizer?” grumbled Arnett as she looked over her shoulder at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Pandora cuddled up to the group’s collective partner.

“Ohh, come one now, Arnett,” said Ticy.  “You know that Satellizer normally isn’t one for being particularly chatty…not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course, Satellizer.”  Given her normally cordial nature, Ticy felt it necessary to be considerate of her fellow Pandora Sattelizer and not poke fun at her expense.

“I second that sentiment,” added Ingrid.  “Sometimes it’s better to speak less under certain circumstances, rather than go on like a chatterbox over nothing.”

“So no smalltalk whatsoever then?” Arnett playfully clapped back.  “That sounds like a very droll kind of life in my opinion.”

“Alright now, girls,” interrupted Chiffon.  “Playful back-and-forth banter aside, we should be getting ready.  I’m gonna head down and get breakfast started.  Could I get some help from a few of you by chance?  It’ll help move things along faster.”

A moment later, Chiffon and some of the Pandoras got dressed and took their leave, heading off towards the kitchen to get breakfast started.  Along with the student council president went Ticy, Rana, Creo, Ingrid, and Kaho.  That left the remaining Pandoras and Kazuya alone in the master bedroom to get dressed and freshen up before joining them soon after in the dining room.

“So then, Kazuya,” began Elizabeth as she was busy securing her skirt and pulling up the thigh-high stockings up her luscious legs, “are you looking forward to the first day of your new schedule?”

“I’m keeping an open mind and an optimistic attitude, Elizabeth,” replied Kazuya.  “I mean…I don’t outright KNOW how the day is going to end up, but I’ll at least try to put my best foot forward.”

“That’s the spirit!” chimed Arnett as she was combing out her hair and applying a stick of lip gloss across her lips, puckering them as she examined herself at a nearby mirror atop a dressing cabinet.  “I find it better to keep a positive attitude on things like this, and I prefer to be in the company of people with the same mindset.”

“Well then,” replied Attia, “by that logical statement, I take it you’re not a big fan of Ingrid’s or Creo’s company then, given how serious they can be at times.”

“Oh, come on now Attia,” replied Arnett with a chuckle.  “While they might have their gruffer sides to them, you know I’ve got nothing against either of them.  They just have a tendency to keep an emotional shield up around them, especially Ingrid.  It’s really quite something to see them lower their guards when they do.”  By this point, Arnett turned so that she was facing Kazuya.  “You’ll certainly be in for a treat when those girls show their softer sides to you, Kazuya.”  Arnett finished with a sexy little wink as she walked by him, making sure he got a good peek of her buttocks as she sauntered on by him towards the door.

One by one, the Pandoras made their way out the bedroom and towards the dining area, now being fully dressed.  By this point, Kazuya found himself being carried around, this time by Elizabeth (having convinced Satellizer to hand him over, much to the reluctance of the super-busty Pandora).  As the elegant Elizabeth Mably carried Kazuya propped armed against her hip, torso, and bosom, she made sure to add a little bounce in her step so that her breasts would jiggle ever so slightly and brush up against Kazuya’s cheek and chin.

“Comfortable, Kazuya?” asked Elizabeth as she walked, sporting a somewhat mischievous grin on her face.

“I’m fine, Miss Elizabeth,” answered a somewhat blushing Kazuya in turn as he hung his arms around her neck and collarbone as the young woman walked.

“Just Elizabeth, Kazuya,” replied the young woman, “no need for anything like ‘Miss’ or ‘Ma’am’ in our presence, remember?”

“I know, Miss…I mean, I know…Elizabeth,” muttered Kazuya.  “It’s just going to take a while for the change to come naturally, that’s all.  “Rome wasn’t built in a day,” and all that, right?”

“Fair point, Kazuya,” replied Elizabeth with a grin before leaning in and planting a brief smooch on Kazuya’s cheek a moment later, which made Kazuya’s blush even stronger.

“Umm, Elizabeth?” inquired Kazuya.

“Now, now, Kazuya,” Elizabeth resumed, “I hope you’re not taken back from a simple kiss.  I mean, we have already seen each other naked, after all.  What’s a kiss on the cheek compared to that?”

“It’s not like that,” explained Kazuya.  “It was just a little sudden from my point of view, that’s all.  I certainly didn’t dislike it in any way, if that’s concerning you.  I mean…the day is just starting and I’m surprised that you’re getting a little…”  By this point, Kazuya trailed off and broke eye contact, looking down towards the ground as Elizabeth kept walking.

“I’m getting a little what, Kazuya?” inquired Elizabeth with a cocked eyebrow.

“A little…you know…” muttered Kazuya, hoping the blonde-haired beauty would take a hint.

“Frisky, Kazuya?” Arnett spoke up with a wide grin, deciding to finish Kazuya’s implication for him.  The Limiter simply looked at the redhead before gently nodding, feeling it odd for a girl to be so blunt on such a topic as intimacy.

“Now now, Kazuya darling,” replied Elizabeth as she gently increased her hold on Kazuya, making sure to press her bosom more and more into the young man’s torso, “you DO remember what Chiffon told you yesterday, right?  Regarding Pandora relations with Limiters?”

“The general overview, yes,” answered Kazuya, “though I’m not sure which part of it you’re emphasizing at the moment.”

“The part about a Pandora always being ‘frisky’ and ‘in the mood’ when in the presence of a Limiter whom she is taken with, of course,” Elizabeth elaborated in a rather sultry tone of voice, the grin on her face never leaving.  “What Chiffon told you was in no way an exaggeration.  When a Pandora finds a Limiter she really likes, she tends to show that affection early on, and given that all us Pandora were given a choice - and I do emphasize in saying a CHOICE - in partnering up with you, that means that we ALL have taken an interest in you.  Some of us are just more forward and direct in showing that affection, that’s all.”  Elizabeth turned her gaze to Satellizer on that last part, winking at the girl to let the implication be known about who she was referring to, which made the girl in turn blush more in embarrassment and look at the ground.

“My point is, dear Kazuya,” continued Elizabeth as she turned her gaze back to the young man in her possession, “is that we hope you understand that us being forward with you isn’t some kind of game we’re playing with you.  We’ve all made the choice to partner up with you, and all we ask of you in turn is to get to know us, spend time with us, and things of that nature.  Hopefully, each of us will be able to get your heart racing as we all become better acquainted with you, you little charmer you.”  Elizabeth finished with a rather heartwarming grin.

“I’d say you all have that down and then some, Elizabeth,” muttered a rather flustered Kazuya in response.

“Yes, but even more so than you are already,” replied Elizabeth.  “Pandoras can be a bit clingy at times, afterall, so it’s only natural that we want to be close to you more and more over time.  This might lead to the occasional butting of heads between us girls, but no need to worry on that end.”

“Aside from some playful teasing and mock infighting, we Pandoras tend to be mature enough to not put our collective partner in an awkward situation,” added Attia, feeling the urge to jump into the conversation.  “It’s a point of view that becomes more second-handed and instinctive, especially among the third years.  To us, such a mindset becomes as natural as blinking and breathing, so for everyone’s sake, Kazuya, stop worrying so damn much over this arrangement and just enjoy it for Pete’s sake.”

‘I’ll try to make note of that,’ thought Kazuya as the group was nearing the dining area.  It was at that moment that Elizabeth did something rather unexpected.

“I’m going to go check on how the others are getting along in the kitchen,” said Elizabeth before turning to one of her fellow Pandoras.  “Ganessa, was it?”  The pigtailed redhead lit up in alert as she stared at her fellow British Pandora.

“Y-yes, Elizabeth?” she inquired.

“Here ya go, spend some one-on-one time for a little while,” said Elizabeth as she immediately handed Kazuya over towards Ganessa.  Instinctively worrying for his safety, Ganessa came forward and immediately secured Kazuya against her.  Even if she was a bit nervous at the prospect of handling him, given her status as a second-year Pandora, her instincts as both a Pandora and as a woman in general made her act without hesitation.

“Oh, um…well I…” muttered a strongly blushing Ganessa as she held Kazuya in her arms, unsure if she should accept the offer, even though she had already taken up on it out of sheer instinct.  “I don’t know if I…”  Ganessa looked back and forth between Kazuya and Elizabeth as she stumbled with her words.

“It’ll be fine, Miss Roland,” replied Elizabeth as she made her way towards the kitchen.  “And by the way, you’re cute when you let your guard down, you know that?”  Elizabeth shot the girl a wink before turning around and heading into the kitchen.  The gesture made Ganessa’s blush flare up all over her face as she finally looked down at Kazuya, held securely in her embrace with his head pressed up against her bosom, his face starting to press into her cleavage.

“Well then, shall we take a seat with the others, Mr. Aoi?” asked Ganessa in a clearly flustered tone of voice.

“Sounds good, Miss Roland,” replied Kazuya with an awkward smile, trying to get things rolling along and keep from being awkward or full of sexual angst.

A moment later, the two had taken a seat - literally one seat, with Ganessa seated in a chair and Kazuya seated in her lap.  The other Pandoras had all taken a seat around the massive dining room table, their meals prepared and laid before them.  There was quite a spread of many different foodstuffs - waffles, assorted fruits, coffee, bagels, muffins, cereal, orange juice, etc.  Anything that could be whipped and prepared in a relatively short amount of time, given that the group had morning classes to prepare for, was made ready and laid before the table for all to enjoy.

As the assembled ladies ate their group breakfast, Kazuya lay nestled in Ganessa’s lap, feeling the swell of her bosom and the softness of her stomach and thighs all around him.  Upon being asked what he would like for breakfast, Kazuya settled on waffles with a little butter and syrup with coffee to drink (milk, cream, and sugar added).  As he partook of his meal, Kazuya decided to make a little smalltalk.

“So, Ganessa,” started Kazuya between bites, “are you uncomfortable?”

“Huh?” inquired the pigtailed redhead.  “Uncomfortable?  No, not really.  Why do you ask?”

“I meant physically uncomfortable, with me in your lap and all.  I didn’t know if me sitting on your legs bothered you or made it hard for you to enjoy your meal.  If so, I don’t mind getting down and sitting elsewhere,” explained Kazuya.

“Oh no, it’s no bother at all,” replied Ganessa.  “Trust me, you’re not a bother or inconvenience whatsoever, so no need to extricate yourself on my behalf.”  Whether on purpose or out of sheer instinct, Ganessa wrapped one of her arms around Kazuya’s torso gently, to prevent him from leaving her lap in case he had any ideas.

“I’m perfectly fine with you seated in my lap, Mr. Aoi...I mean Kazuya,” said Ganessa as she corrected herself, blushing slightly in the process.

“There’s no need to force yourself,” said Kazuya, looking up at her.

“Huh?” asked a confused Ganessa as she stared straight down past her bosom at Kazuya.

“With the titles, I mean,” Kazuya elaborated.  “You can refer to me by either my first name or my surname.  Either one is fine.  I just don’t want you to have to force yourself into calling me by my first name if you're not comfortable with it, that’s a-”

Before he could finish saying the word “all”, Kazuya found his mouth being assaulted by Ganessa’s lips.  The young woman had decided to shut up Kazuya’s well-meaning explanation with a surprise blitzkrieg onto his own mouth.  The act certainly caught him by surprise, though a few seconds later, he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the experience, which drew a few whistles from some of the Pandoras as all the others took in the sight before them.

“Well now, ladies,” said Arnett, “looks like SOMEBODY is getting a little frisky at the start of the day.  What’s wrong, Ganessa?  Did you want a side of Kazuya with your morning meal?”

Ganessa in turn simply stared back at Arnett after she broke off the kiss, a look of embarrassment clear on her face as she turned beet red, nustling Kazuya further against her like a teddy bear as she increased the strength of her hold over him.

“Aww, cute,” added Attia as she nibbled on a piece of toast and took a sip of coffee.  “Looks like our fellow second-year Pandora is starting to embrace her part in all of this.  Good on you, Miss Roland.”

“M-Miss Ganessa,” said Kazuya as he looked straight up at the young woman.  She in turn looked straight down at him, took a deep breath, and then spoke.

“Sometimes, you’re too sweet and considerate for your own good, you know that?” stated the pigtailed redhead.  “With all of that sweet talk coming out of your mouth, I just…felt the need to end it right there and then.  After all, if you end up sweet talking a girl and being so damn nice like that, then I might just…might just…end up doing…”  By this point, Ganessa looked away as the blush on her cheeks intensified.

“What’s wrong, Ganessa?” inquired Arnett as she rested her head in her palms, with her elbows on the table as she leaned in closer, with a big smile on her face.  “What are you thinking about right now?  Your face is turning pretty red right now.  You’re not catching a fever or something, are you?”

“As to what she’s thinking,” added Attia, joining in on the fun, “I’m gonna guess that it involves Kazuya and a bed at a bare minimum.  Would my assumption be correct, Ganessa?”

The pigtailed redhead simply bowed her head in response, unable to look any of the Pandoras in the eye in her current emotional state.  Kazuya decided to step in.

“Hey, come on now,” replied Kazuya, “that’s enough.  Don’t go teasing Ganessa like that, please.  She’s clearly had enough of it.”  In response, Ganessa increased her hold on Kazuya, wrapping both arms around him and hugging him further into her, burying the back of his head between her breasts while she buried her face into his hair.

“Kazuya’s right, ladies,” added Chiffon.  “You’ve had your fun, but now funtime is over.  Besides, we need to wrap up breakfast and start to head out in the next few minutes.  Otherwise, we’ll be late for our first class.”

Figuring the game was over, both Attia and Arnett cut their teasing game short and apologized to Ganessa if they ended up upsetting her with their playful insinuation.

“No hard feelings?” asked Arnett, her tone of voice more serious at this point.  Ganessa merely nodded in response.  It was brief, but there was an understanding between the second-year Pandora and the two third-years having a little fun at her expense that they were indeed sincere in their apology and that Ganessa had in fact accepted it, flustered as she was at that moment.

With that matter settled, the women proceeded to wrap up their meal, put the dishes away into the dishwasher, grab their tablets and make their way out the door.  As for Kazuya, while he was more than willing to hoof it on his own for a while, his wishes once again became overruled as he was carried amongst the group towards their destination, with Creo being the one to carry him this time around.

“Let me know if I’m holding you too tightly or if you need me to adjust and raise or lower you,” said Creo to Kazuya, with a minor pink hue on her cheeks as she looked him in the eye.

“I’m fine, Creo,” replied Kazuya.  “If there’s a problem, I’ll let you know.  I swear.”  Kazuya gave her a calming smile that he hoped would assuage her of whatever worries she might have.  While it kept Creo from worrying, at the same time, it lit a small flame within her that made her heart skip a beat.  There was something about Kazuya’s very nature that seemed to bring out positivity within others, in particular Pandoras.

It was this natural charm which Kazuya exuded that was starting to make Creo a little hot under the collar, holding him just a little bit tighter in her arms as she pressed him against her torso and into her embrace all the more.  The normally stoic dark-skinned Pandora was starting to feel just a tad bit dizzy from the slowly increasing state of affection she was feeling towards the young man in her arms, though she was still guarded enough in her disposition to keep from blurting out such feelings to the young man, especially in front of her fellow classmates to boot.

The ladies made their way onwards to their assigned classroom, having looked it up on their tablets.  Soon enough, they were all seated at individual desks.  For his part, Kazuya was finally given a bit of independence and left to sit at his own individual seat, given how it might be a little awkward to be sitting in the lap of one of his classmates, even if that person was among his partners.

The Pandoras awaited their instructor, making small talk to one another in small groups of two or three as they waited.  Soon enough, the morning bell went off through campus, signaling the start of first period.  A minute later, the door opened and in walked Yu-Mi Kim in all of her busty glory, wearing the same outfit Kazuya saw her in last time.  She made her way towards the teacher’s desk, laid her tablet on it and proceeded to the chalkboard at the front of the classroom.  After writing out her name in both Korean and English on the chalkboard, she set the chalk down, turned around, and spoke to the class.

“Welcome, ladies and gentleman,” stated Yu-Mi to the gathered assembly.  “My name is Yu-Mi Kim and I am your instructor for your first period class.  Many of you know me either personally or by my reputation, and I in turn have made the acquaintance of many of you over the last few years.  For the younger ones among you, I welcome you to both my class and West Genetics in its totality.  You have been brought here to serve in your capacities as Pandoras and Limiters to aid mankind in fighting off the Nova threat.  As I’m sure you’re all aware, should the Nova succeed in defeating the forces of Genetics and Chevalier, the world as we know it is over.  People you love and care for will be at the mercy of the Nova, which are shown to have no mercy whatsoever towards the human species.  You are the footsoldiers of Genetics, serving as the guardians of mankind in the preservation of our species.  It is your duty as Pandoras and Limiters to give your all in destroying these creatures whenever and wherever they appear.  Is that understood?”

“Yes Ma’am!” declared the third-years simultaneously, with all the gusto one would expect of a military unit.  Feeling awkwardly left out, both Kaho and Ganessa followed through with their own “Yes Ma’am!” a few seconds later.  Kazuya simply sat at his seat somewhat taken back, not expecting the Pandoras to respond like they were at boot camp.

‘This place IS a military facility as well as a school, so I guess it would make sense for them to reply like that,’ thought Kazuya in reflection.

“Very well then,” continued Yu-Mi, “since I’ve made my introduction, I think it’s only fair that you all in turn introduce yourselves briefly.  Of course, I’ve been informed that the vast majority of you all know one another well already, so no need to get too into detail, given that most of you are in the same class year.  I ask that you keep things brief and to the point for the sake of time.  Any volunteers going first?”

“I will, Miss Yu-Mi,” replied Chiffon, raising her hand courteously.

“Very well then, Miss Student Council President,” replied Yu-Mi with a grin, obviously knowing about Chiffon already.  “You have the floor.”  Chiffon made her way towards the front of the classroom and presented her basic statistics before the assembled group - things like full name, country of origin, age, Pandora ranking, interest & hobbies, etc.

[Given that I’ve already brought up these kinds of stats in previous chapters, I’m going to skip ahead on this part.]

Once Chiffon said everything that she felt needed saying about herself, she then returned to her seat.  Afterwards, Ticy went up and did the same thing, then Elizabeth, then Rana, then Arnett, and so on and so forth, until every Pandora had taken a turn formally introducing herself to both her classmates and her teacher.  Even though it was largely a formality, it was seen as something to do as to set an example among appropriate student behavior.  Once the last Pandora had given her details, she returned to her seat before Yu-Mi spoke up once again.

“Thank you, Miss Hiragi,” stated the buxom brown-haired beauty.  She then turned her eyes towards the last person who had yet to speak:  Kazuya Aoi.  A moment later, she walked ever so seductively towards his seat, her hips sashaying with natural grace and her heels clacking against the floor as she stood right in front of him.  Given that Kazuya’s seat was at ground level and with no elevated stance, he was looking up at Yu-Mi’s knees from her current position, catching a sight of the fine musculature of her calves and really appreciating all of her curves given her proximity to him.

“Well then, Mr. Aoi,” said Yu-Mi with a grin as she stared straight down at him over her massive mammaries, “I believe that it’s your turn to speak to your fellow classmates.”

Not wanting to be the oddball of the group, Kazuya left his seat and made his way towards the front of the class.  He looked around and pondered if he should ask for something to stand on, given that only the Pandoras seated at the front of the room would be able to see him clearly.  Even though he had made the acquaintance of literally ALL of these women, he would rather not look silly by standing like a small child in their presence (even if he basically was compared to them from a purely physical perspective, relative to their size).

“Alright then, let’s see…” muttered Kazuya, debating whether or not he should ask for help in finding something to stand on.  A moment later, he got his answer when he was enveloped in shadow and found himself being lifted into the air by his armpits.  The surprise of it all shocked Kazuya to say the least, but he didn’t panic, for he was pretty damn sure what was happening, given the gigantic soft mounds being pressed into his back.

A set of hands secured his upper torso, including his ribs and shoulder blades, and a moment later he was carried off towards the teachers desk.  Once his feet made contact with the desk surface, the hands began to loosen their grip before finally releasing him, but not before a voice whispered into his right ear.

“Thought you could use a little help there, cutie,” said the voice of Yu-Mi Kim as she whispered in a rather seductive tone of voice into Kazuya’s ear as her boobs mashed significantly into Kazuya’s entire backside.

‘Dear god, she’s big,’ thought Kazuya.  As to the ‘bigness’ of Yu-Mi Kim, it was a double meaning with regards to her breast size as well as her overall size…and thinking about it for too long was the kind of thing that would get Kazuya turned on as a result.

“Well then, Mr. Aoi,” resumed Yu-Mi in her normal tone of voice, “you have the floor.”

“Thank you, Miss Kim,” replied Kazuya, thankful that she wasn’t going to insist on the whole ‘first-name basis’ under the current circumstances.  He cleared his throat before proceeding.

“Hello to all of you.  My name is Kazuya Aoi, and I am a freshman Limiter here at West Genetics.  I’d wager that all of you are aware that Gengo Aoi is my paternal grandfather, and I have an older sister named Kazuha, who serves here as an instructor among the teaching staff.  I also have a younger cousin, though we haven’t spoken to each other in some time.  Aside from that, I have no other family living to my knowledge, including my parents.”  Having addressed things regarding his family history, Kazuya cleared his mind, took another deep breath, and resumed.

“I am Japanese by both my ancestry and nationality, and  I am fifteen years old.  My height is 5 foot, 6.5 inches.  My blood type is O+.  I would say that my main hobby is reading whenever I have the time for it, though since I’m now in school, I suppose I’ll have plenty of time for it, in a way of looking at things.”  The last remark got mild chuckles and smiles from some of the women.

“And one more thing I’d like to address,” continued Kazuya.  “Given the circumstances of the Pandora-to-Limiter ratio here at West Genetics and other Genetics facilities around the world, I’ve learned that Pandoras vastly outnumber Limiters by around ten to one on average, if I understand it correctly.”  Kazuya looked at Yu-Mi for confirmation on this statistic.  She quietly nodded in response to let him know he was working with accurate information.  He then continued speaking.

“Given those circumstances, I’ve come to understand that forming rather…unique partnerships between Pandoras and Limiters has become something of a necessity at Genetics facilities, in order to better fight off the Nova threat.  While I find these arrangements to be…rather odd, to put it gently, I am willing to do my part to try and make them work to the best of my ability.  I hope I can be a worthy…partner to all of you here.”  Kazuya bowed forward slightly while at the same time blushing lightly, given the double meaning behind the word “partner” under these circumstances.

“And that’s pretty much all I felt that needed saying,” finished Kazuya as he scanned the room, trying to ‘gauge the temperature’ of the place, figuratively speaking.  Given the reaction of all the women present, he assumed he did a good enough job in his presentation, at least if the smiles on their faces (including Miss Kim’s face) were any indicator of such.

“Well said, Mr. Aoi,” replied Yu-Mi as she made her way over towards Kazuya, lifting him off her desk and gently placing him on the ground once more.  “You can return to your seat now,” she said, looking straight down at him past her enormous bosom.  He did just that a moment later.

“Now then,” resumed Yu-Mi towards the whole class, “with introductions out of the way, let us begin instruction then, shall we?  All of you open up your tablets and we shall start the day’s instruction by going over the class syllabus.”

The rest of the period entailed going through the syllabus piece by piece, understanding the finer points of what first period class would entail.  Whatever questions (for clarification) were asked mainly by Ganessa or Kaho, given that they were the junior Pandoras of the group, though Chiffon, Ticy, and Elizabeth also asked questions from time to time, most likely to help their younger Pandoras not feel isolated and singled out.

Overall, Yu-Mi’s class would entail things like the finer points of combat against the Nova, the use of Volt Weapons and Volt Textures, and of course the finer details of forming an Ereinbar Set.

“A question, Miss Kim?” inquired Kazuya as he raised his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Aoi?” replied Yu-Mi as she stood in the center of the classroom.

“I’ve not heard much about the Ereinbar Set.  Could you explain to me just what it is?” asked the freshman Limiter.

“Well then,” replied Yu-Mi with a grin, “to put it as short and simply as I can, Mr. Aoi, it is when a Pandora essentially shares one of her stigmata with her Limiter.  Doing so improves the overall fighting capability between the two partners.  For Pandoras, it improves their speed, attack power, endurance, perception, and all other combat-related abilities, whereas for Limiters, it improves the range and potency of their Freezing fields as well as heightening their perception and endurance as well.  The two become almost ‘melded’ in a way of looking at things, fighting much more attuned with one another, given that they’re sharing each other’s senses after forming an Ereinbar Set.”

“Okay then,” thought Kazuya aloud before speaking once more.  “How exactly does a Pandora share her stigmata with a Limiter?  I thought removing a stigmata is considered detrimental to a Pandora’s well being.”

“Short answer is surgery, Kazuya,” stated Yu-Mi.  “You are right in your assumption regarding the removal of one’s stigmata, of course.  It would be less than ideal to simply rip out a Pandora’s stigmata all willy-nilly.  When the two are ready, both a Pandora and her Limiter undergo surgery at a Genetics bio-lab.  Once the two are sedated, a Pandora’s stigmata is carefully removed from her body and implanted into her Limiter, and once the surgery is deemed successful, the Ereinbar Set begins to take hold and form permanently, usually within a few days.  After about a week or so, the Ereinbar Set becomes permanent and the two become one, figuratively speaking of course.”

“Huh…I see…” thought Kazuya out loud as he took in this new information.  He then scanned the room and looked about between his fellow classmates/partners-to-be.  Some of them were looking at him in turn and some of them weren’t, but from what Kazuya could tell, all of them were sporting blushes on their cheeks; some of them were just more pronounced than that of others (with Satellizer ranking at first-place for strongest blush on her cheeks).

‘I suppose that given how…intimate a procedure it ends up being, that forming an Ereinbar Set is quite the big deal, especially for the women.  They’re basically sharing a part of themselves with their partner after all.  In a way, it’s akin to sharing a major organ with someone else, like a kidney or a lung; the two of them share something meaningful and become bonded all the more as a result.’  These were Kazuya’s thoughts upon learning the finer points of the Ereinbar Set.

As the day marched on, the school bell went off, signaling the end of first period.  With that, Yu-Mi prepared to take her leave, but not before speaking once more.

“It’s been a pleasure getting to know each and every single one of you.  Be sure to review the material from today’s class.  There’ll be a small test by week’s end to see what you’ve retained.  Those who don’t get a passing grade will end up taking a remedial class, so make sure you study hard.”  Yu-Mi was getting ready to leave the room when she suddenly stopped.

“Something the matter, Miss Kim?” asked Elizabeth.

“It’s just something I almost forgot to mention…a last-minute adjustment, if you will.”  Yu-Mi then waited for the whole class to go silent and focus their attention solely onto her.

“I’ve been notified of both your class schedule and your rooming arrangements as they currently stand, and this adjustment will be happening sooner or later, so it’s best you’re all made aware of it right now.  You’ll all be getting more fellow classmates/roommates in the coming days, so I felt it best you prepare yourselves accordingly.”

“If I may ask, who are these new add-ons?” asked Chiffon.

“Well, in your case, Miss Fairchild, you’ll be well acquainted with this lot of new students coming in,” replied Yu-Mi with a grin.  “In fact, I’d wager that at least a few of you will be happy to see some rather familiar faces.  I don’t want to ruin the surprise, so I’ll just leave it at this:  These fellow students are known on a global level, such is their reputation.  And with that, I’ll take my leave now.  See you all tomorrow.”

Once Yu-Mi had left the classroom, the students were left to ponder this new development for the few minutes they had between now and second period.

“Well now, that’s certainly an eye-catching change of things,” said Arnett aloud.  “Wonder who these new students are and when they’re arriving exactly.”

“Not sure,” added Creo.  “I’m just wondering why we’re getting more classmates and roomates already.”

“It’s not too surprising in my opinion,” said Elizabeth.

“How do you mean?” inquired Ingrid.

“Given our current living arrangements, I found it rather odd that there are only a dozen of us living in that place, including Kazuya here.  From what I could tell, our current home can house several dozens of Pandora.  So when you take that into account…” explained Elizabeth.

“What you’re saying is that the harem is far from being completed,” stated Ganessa matter-of-factly.

“No way,” whispered Kaho.  “Even MORE Pandora coming into the fray.  How many are we talking about here.”

“I guess we’ll find out when that moment comes now, won’t we?” replied Attia.

“The instructor said that you might be familiar with these new arrivals, Chiffon,” stated Rana.  “Any idea on who they could be?”

“If it’s like Miss Yu-Mi described it, then I believe I have a good hunch on who it will end up being.  It’ll certainly be nice to get reacquainted with some old friends from back in the day.  Wouldn’t you agree, ladies?”  Chiffon turned her focus towards Elizabeth, Ticy, and Satellizer on this last part.  Apparently she and the other three Pandoras had all made acquaintances of these new arrivals, whoever they would end up being.

“Yes indeed, Chiffon,” replied Elizabeth.  “It’ll certainly be nice to catch up with old friends, and it’ll end up making the current arrangement all the more interesting.”

“You’re honestly okay with MORE competition already?” asked a skeptical Ingrid.

“The more the merrier, I say,” Elizabeth shot back playfully.

‘Easy for you to say, Elizabeth,’ thought Kazuya.  ‘You’re not the one who has to worry about serving as a worthy partner for these new arrivals, assuming that’s the main reason they’re coming to West Genetics.’

While a part of Kazuya was somewhat flustered and giddy at the prospect of bringing potentially even MORE Pandora into the fold, he was also a bit nervous at the same time.  Just how many partners was he going to have before all was settled?  Twenty?  Thirty?  Fifty?  A hundred?  As big a heart as he tried to have and as considerate as he wished to be in honoring and respecting his prospective future partners, he was still only one young man.

‘Why do I have the feeling that this somehow leads back to the old man?’ thought Kazuya as he mulled over this new development.

Before he could ponder any longer on this topic, the bell rang once more, indicating the start of the second period.  A moment later, the door opened once more, and in walked another familiar face from Kazuya’s perspective - none other than that of Elize Schmitz, the school’s top-ranked medical expert.

“Alright now, everyone please remain seated,” said the tall, lean green-haired Pandora as she scanned the room.  She momentarily paused and gave Kazuya both a smile and a wink as she eyed him, which in turn got a small blush out of the young man.  She then made her way towards the teacher’s desk and got herself acquainted before taking center stage of the classroom and speaking.

“Hello there, ladies.  My name is Elize Schmitz and I am the head doctor here at West Genetics.  I teach the finer points of human anatomy as well as classes in general biology.  I’ll be your instructor for second period class, and under me you’ll learn about the finer points of the stigmata and how they factor in your development as Pandoras and Limiters.  We’ll also undergo instruction about general human anatomy throughout the school year; this IS a highschool after all, technically speaking.  Never hurts to know about the finer points of the human body, whether you are Pandoras, Limiters, or regular humans.  Any questions so far?”

There was silence in response, so Elize simply continued.

“Very well then.  Since you’ve all gotten formal introductions out of the way in your first-period class, there’s no need for that in today’s class.  As I understand it, you are all taking the same classes together and even rooming together, so getting to know one another is something the whole lot of you can handle in your personal time.  If there are no questions you have for me, then let’s go over the overarching outline of the course material then, shall we?”

Elize then pulled up her tablet and began pressing a few buttons on it, which shortly after activated an overhead projector to slowly lower itself from the center of the ceiling and turn on.  After turning out the classroom lights to give the room a more “movie theater” like vibe, she then pressed some more buttons on her tablet, which opened up a presentation file.

The file in question turned out to be a basic powerpoint slideshow, with bullet points containing the overall “meat and potatoes” of what the course would entail.

“While I know that powerpoints tend to be boring and a great way to catch some Z’s, I ask that you try not to fall asleep during this opening presentation.  Trust me when I say that not every class of mine will be only powerpoints, videos, or slideshows; it’s just that these still DO serve as a handy instruction tool from time to time.  With that being said, let’s begin.”

True to her word, Elize moved through the slides at a reasonably steady pace, trying to keep the course material moving along smoothly (more or less).  After a solid half hour of explaining the course material, she turned off the projector, turned on the lights, and proceeded with a quick verbal Q&A session among the classroom.

“Wanna see how much of the information you’ve retained after my little demonstration,” explained Elize.  “It’ll also be a good way of finding out who fell asleep during my lecture and who didn’t.”  She finished that last part with an amused grin as she eyed the room.  Some of the Pandoras - Arnett, Attia, and Kaho in particular - did some anime-style sweat drops on their lovely countenances in response, dreading being asked a question from the material.

Fortunately for the nervous Pandoras, the period had moved through quickly enough and the bell signaled its end.  Perhaps it was good luck on their part that Elize had passed over them during the Q&A session, with enough of the others (including Kazuya) there to pick up the slack and volunteer answers to whatever questions she asked.

“Well then, I’ll see you all tomorrow,” declared Elize on leaving.  “Make sure you’re all getting plenty of bedrest and eating properly.  I know you all may be partners, so to speak, but try not to have too much fun and get carried away now.”  She finished with another playful wink as she eyed the room, focusing once more on Kazuya for a few seconds before vacating the premises.  That in turn got some minor blushes of embarrassment from the more delicate Pandoras in the gathered assembly, mainly Satellizer, Ganessa, and Kaho in particular.

The day continued to proceed rather smoothly.  Third period entailed introductions of their next class, which in this case was headed by Satellizer’s own sister, Violet.

“So good to see you again, Satella,” stated Violet as she tenderly hugged her younger sister.  “I hope you’re making lots of friends among your fellow classmates.  Please tell me that you are.”  The insistence of the older L. Bridget sister was rather comical, given Violet’s upbeat and sunny demeanor.  The sight of such a thing brought some heartwarming chuckles from the other Pandoras in the room, and an intense blush of embarrassment from Satellizer in response.

“I’m…fine, big sister,” muttered Satellizer quietly.  “Could you do me a favor and keep things professional while we’re in class, please?”  The look in her eyes was both tender and serious at the same time (as contradictory as that might sound).  For while Satellizer truly did care for her older sibling, she also didn’t want their family history to get in the way of instruction during class hours, nor did she want a sense of nepotism or favoritism to start forming and give off the notion that Satellizer would get special treatment over everybody else during Violet’s class.

“Oh, right,” thought Violet aloud.  “Yes, of course, I understand.”  She proceeded to take a deep breath and compose herself before taking on a more mellow tone, while still keeping her overall upbeat demeanor.

“Hello there, ladies and gentleman.  My name is Violet L. Bridget and I will be your instructor during your third period classes.  While I am learned in the finer points of being a Pandora and have had my experience in serving against the Nova, I prefer to work “behind the scenes,” so to speak.  That being said, I will be instructing you in a myriad of school-related topics, on things like literature, social sciences, and economics.  After all, while you may all be Pandoras and the soldiers of tomorrow, you are also young men and women to boot.  Therefore, you should be properly educated in the more day-to-day functions of the world in which you live.”

“Isn’t that a bit odd under these circumstances, Miss L. Bridget?” inquired Elizabeth.  “Not to sound rude or anything, but Genetics facilities are mainly military in their nature, are they not?  Shouldn’t our instruction mainly entail learning about being more effective in studying and defeating the Nova?”

“That’s an astute point you make, Miss Mably,” replied Violet.  “And yes, Genetics institutions are affiliated closely with militaries around the world, with the intention of fighting back against the Nova menace.  That being said, it doesn’t hurt to be more acculturated to the broader world in which we live.  Life is more than just forever fighting against the Nova, even for those at Genetics or Chevalier.  Therefore, I believe that one should learn more about the world in which they live and become learned individuals with a healthy appreciation for all of the things in it, including art, literature, history, music, business, and the other finer points.  It certainly couldn’t hurt for you to broaden your horizons, not just as Pandoras, but as young women too.”

“I agree wholeheartedly with your assessment, Miss L. Bridget,” declared Chiffon.  “We ARE students after all, so what harm is there in learning about things other than fighting the Nova, at least from time to time?”

“Indeed,” added Ticy, “there’s plenty of time to study and train in things regarding Pandora, stigmata, and the Nova.  So we might as well branch out and appreciate other subjects now and then.”

“I suppose there’s some wisdom in that,” muttered Ingrid.

“No complaints on my part over it,” replied Rana with a grin.

Whatever other naysayers might have popped up in response decided to keep their opinions to themselves on the matter.  Once that was resolved, Violet instructed the class to open up their tablets and scroll through the course syllabus, quietly reading it themselves while she toured the aisles and observed, offering to answer any questions for clarification as she walked.

“So then, will the subject matter change from day to day then?” asked Kaho.

“Week to week, Miss Hiragi,” answered Violet.  “I’d like to focus on a particular topic for a little while so that you all may better retain the information.  Some subjects might take a bit longer than others, so they might go over by a few days, but overall, we will move from one topic to the next after several days of rigorous study and tutoring.  That’s the overall view of things, anyway.”

The rest of the period went swimmingly, and before they knew it, the period had ended with the ring of the bell.

“Well then, it was good to meet all of you!” said Violet with her normal cheeriness.  “I hope to see all of you tomorrow and we’ll begin with a brief study of world history as our first big topic.  Check your tablets for more details if you have questions or concerns.  Until then, fare thee well, ladies!”  And with that, she was out the door.

The next period was the group’s scheduled lunch break, so they all made their way out the door shortly after and towards the school cafeteria/mess hall, moving as one unit all the while.  Given the circumstances (having a limited amount of time to eat before their next period), Kazuya ended up being carried around once more, this time by Ingrid Bernstein.  While he figured the experience was something that the redhead wasn’t particularly crazy about, she didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest.  If anything, she seemed just a tad bit nervous by it all - at least if the modest blush on her cheeks was any indicator of it.

“Are you okay, Miss Ingrid?” asked Kazuya as he looked at her with slight concern.

“Uh…I’m uh…I’m fine.  Why do you ask, K-Kazuya?” replied a slightly flustered Ingrid.

“Just curious that’s all,” asked the young man.  “Wanted to know if you were feeling well, or if you didn’t like the idea of carrying me around.  If it’s a bother, I’m more than willing to-”

Before he could get off another world, Kazuya’s lips were silenced as Ingrid brought her trembling lips up against his, which shut him up good and proper.  There was no prodding of the tongue on her part, but the tenderness of the kiss said all that needed to be said.  A moment later, Ingrid pulled back and looked Kazuya squarely in the eyes, with her own eyes and lips still trembling somewhat as her blush (and heartbeat) intensified.

“You know, sometimes you’re just too sweet and considerate for your own good, you know that?” stated the normally stoic redhead.  “Stop being so damn worried about others and just enjoy the moment, got it?”

“U-understood, ma’am,” answered Kazuya with slightly widened eyes.

“And for the record,” stated Ingrid firmly before leaning in until her mouth was almost touching Kazuya’s ear, “I don’t dislike this [she delicately tightens her hold on him, pressing him against her bosom in the process] one little bit, are we clear?”  The tone in Ingrid’s voice was equal parts militaristic while at the same time seductive, sort of what one might expect to hear from a dominatrix type of woman.  The very thought of it all had Kazuya’s mind wandering, imagining Ingrid in a particularly sexy outfit of black leather which tightly hugged her form like a glove, all while snapping a whip in her hands and smiling a big toothy grin.

“We’re clear, miss,” replied Kazuya, not wanting to sound offending in any way whatsoever.  “Sorry for any misunderstanding I may have-”

Once again, Kazuya’s lips were silenced by another kiss from Ingrid, this one much quicker, a simple peck lasting less than two seconds.

“And stop apologizing all the damn time,” replied Ingrid after breaking off the kiss.  “It’s equal parts charming and annoying, as contradictory as that may sound.  While it’s a rather heartwarming gesture, it can be a bit tedious at times to hear a guy say “I’m sorry” every few minutes throughout the day.”  She then proceeded to pick up the pace and walk alongside her fellow Pandoras (all of whom witnessed the show and were rather entertained by Ingrid’s momentary break of character).

With that, Kazuya and his partners made their way towards the mess hall to have some lunch before the start of their next period.

The Pandoras and their Limiter made their way into the food court, with Kazuya still held securely in Ingrid’s arms and against her torso.  The young man was rather shocked by the redhead’s display of affection earlier, given the “no nonsense” kind of attitude she generally conveys.  However, Kazuya apparently got a glimpse behind the emotional wall she normally puts up between herself and others and discovered that like the other Pandoras, Ingrid had a rather cutesy girly side to her, not too far off from that of Rana, Ganessa, or Satellizer for that matter.

‘I guess Arnett wasn’t kidding about Ingrid “lowering her shield” so to speak, and I must admit, it IS rather adorable to see the softer side of Ingrid whenever she wills herself to let that more vulnerable side of her be exposed.  I’d like to see more of that from her if possible,” thought Kazuya as he gently bounced in Ingrid’s embrace.

Kazuya pondered whether or not there would be adequate seating for both him and all eleven of his partners to sit together.  As spacious as the mess hall was and as numerous as the amount of free seating there was available, Kazuya felt that the chances were statistically low of there being a table big enough for him and all of his partners to be seated at simultaneously.

As if the will of the universe decided to surprise Kazuya for pondering this potential quandary, the group had indeed found such a table which was both large enough to comfortably accommodate the entire group AND was currently unoccupied.

‘Well now,’ pondered Kazuya, ‘that’s as convenient as it is ironic.’

Deciding to reserve the table before somebody else came along and grabbed a spot, a few of the Pandoras decided to stay behind in order to keep the table reserved for their party.  That left the others to go and pick out their afternoon meals from the various stalls within the food court.  Once they returned with their selections, the Pandoras who stayed behind would switch places with them and go get their lunches in turn.

Once everyone had picked out what they desired to eat (including Kazuya), they began enjoying their meals and making smalltalk with each other, mainly about how their previous classes had gone on so far.

It was also at this moment that Kazuya was seated separately from the Pandoras, in his own seat which was elevated so that he could sit (and eat) at a comfortable height at the table.  From what he could tell, some of the Pandora’s had longing looks in their eyes, indicating that they would prefer he sit in one of their laps during the lunch break.  While Kazuya could appreciate the subtle show of affection and desire they exuded in this simple visual display, he was happy that they understood that this would be somewhat impractical.  Given the size disparity between Pandoras and Limiters, having Kazuya seated in the lap of pretty much any of these women would result in one of two outcomes: (1) Kazuya would be slightly too short to eat at the table while sitting in the lap of one of these amazons, or (2) if one of the Pandora tried to adjust and raise her chair for Kazuya to eat comfortably while in her lap, then she in turn would have to bend slightly and eat her meat while somewhat hunched over the table.

Therefore, for the time being anyway, the Pandoras would simply have to spend a few minutes without having their darling Limiter in the tender embrace of any one of them, at least until one of them finished her meal and could spend the remainder of the period cuddling up to Kazuya (or more accurately, having HIM cuddle up to HER, given the relation in their sizes).

Overall, the mood was upbeat amongst the women in Kazuya’s party.  The more talkative ones like Attia, Arnett, and Rana kept the conversation going, while the more reserved ones like Satellizer, Ingrid, and Creo kept their responses and opinions relatively brief and spaced apart during the talks.  The other women were somewhere between those two ends of the conversational spectrum, less talkative compared to the first three, but more talkative compared to the latter three.

As Kazuya was finishing up his meal, he was suddenly cast in shadow once more.  Having a sneaking suspicion of what that would most likely entail, he turned to find the student council president hovering over him, wearing that trademark smile of hers as she leered at him with those fox-like eyes.

“Say, Kazuya,” began Chiffon, “since you appear to be done with your meal, mind if I have a little one-on-one time with you before the start of next period?  I’ve already finished my lunch, so there’s no need to worry about complications, at least not on my part anyway.”

Kazuya wasn’t sure on whether or not Chiffon engaged in a bit of speed-eating just so she could be first to call dibs on having Kazuya be her figurative teddy bear and spend the rest of lunchtime in her lap.  Whatever the case may be (by design or just random chance), he didn’t want to deflate the lovely lady’s hopes and expectations by saying “no thank you” to her.  Therefore, he simply sighed, smiled, and replied accordingly:

“Sure thing, Madam President…I mean, Chiffon,” said Kazuya, catching himself quickly by calling Chiffon by her name rather than her title.

The brown-haired beauty stifled a squeal of elation and a moment later placed her arms underneath Kazuya’s armpits before lifting him effortlessly out of his seat and over towards where Chiffon was seated a moment earlier.  Once again, Kazuya Aoi found himself in the warm, soft embrace of one his many female companions.

‘Maybe this is their way of trying to get me comfortable with this whole setup,’ thought Kazuya as he shuffled about so that he was comfortably seated in Chiffon’s lap and against her torso and breasts.  ‘Maybe they’re thinking that the more personal contact I have with them all for longer and longer, then the more natural this whole arrangement will start to feel for me.  At least, that’s my hunch as it currently stands anyway.  I certainly don’t mind the constant affection and doting; I just don’t want it to lead to any infighting between them and turn into an outright catfight, especially given their size and physical abilities.’

Stirring him from his thoughts, Chiffon gently tightened her grip on Kazuya’s torso, pressing him deeper into and against her body, but always being considerate to the point that she never harms him one little bit.  The mix of raw power with feminine care was always exhilarating from Kazuya’s perspective.  It always reminded him that even though any single one of these women had the power to snap him in two with next to no effort, their dispositions and inherent ladylike charm overruled the possibility of that happening.  Even the more saucy types like Arnett showed amazing levels of tenderness whenever they physically handled Kazuya, as if she were handling a small newborn babe or a delicate piece of glassware or fine china.

As Kazuya looked around the table at his gathered assembly of female companions, he couldn’t help but scan the mess hall more broadly.  In doing so, he couldn’t help but notice that a great many of the other Pandoras and some Limiters were eyeing the table where Kazuya’s group currently sat.  Kazuya must have been zoning out for some time, because a moment later, he was jarred out of his thoughts by one of his partners.

“Something wrong, Kazuya?” asked Kaho with noticeable worry in her voice.  “You seem rather out of it.  Everything okay?”  This of course drew the attention of literally all of Kazuya’s other partners directly onto the freshman Limiter.

“Oh…um, sorry,” replied Kazuya.  “I just took a look around the place and I couldn’t notice that our group appears to be drawing a good amount of attention, that’s all.”  Kazuya finished with a chuckle to try and alleviate whatever worry was being focused his way.

Seconds later, all eleven of Kazuya’s Pandoras turned their gazes outwards towards the broader mess hall and looked back upon all those who were staring at them.  The collective action from the group was rather intimidating, because in the span of a few seconds, all the other Pandoras and Limiters seated at the surrounding tables turned their gazes in literally any direction other than at Kazuya’s group’s table.  Many of them were obviously sporting rather embarrassed looks on their faces, having been caught staring just a moment earlier.  The entire mess hall became much more noticeably quiet in the aftermath of it all.

“Well, that was rather odd,” stated Kazuya.

“It’s to be expected, given the circumstances,” commented Elizabeth.

“What do you mean by that?” inquired Kazuya.

“Given the people sitting at this table, it’s only natural that people would be rather curious at our little group gathered here,” explained Chiffon.  “Think about it.  The third-year Pandoras ranked first through ninth are ALL gathered here, along with the first-ranked second-year Pandora and the first-ranked freshman Pandora.”

“That many Pandoras of noticeable reputations gathered together at the same table is almost guaranteed to make others curious and to peek a glimpse from time to time,” added Ticy.

“There’s also the chance that people are starting to know about you as well, dear Kazuya,” said Arnett with a grin.

“Me?” asked a somewhat confused Kazuya.

“No, the other Kazuya Aoi that arrived here recently,” teased Arnett with obvious sarcasm.  “Of course YOU, silly boy.  You’re the grandson of Gengo Aoi and the little brother of Kazuha Aoi.  That in and of itself is practically a guarantee that you’ll catch people’s eyes wherever you go.”

“I guess you’re right when you put it that way,” sighed Kazuya.  “I just don’t want people thinking that I’m some kind of arrogant, “make way for the king” type of guy who expects special treatment because of his last name, that’s all.  I don’t like the idea of lording over others and expecting them to bow before me.  It’s embarrassing and demeaning, for both me and them.”

“Oh don’t worry, Kazuya,” replied Chiffon as she playfully strengthened her grin on the Limiter in her arms and lap, pressing him further against her boobs as she did so (on purpose was Kazuya’s guess).  “We’ve come to know you as anything but arrogant or petty-minded.  It’s among the main reasons that we’re all so fond of you and were willing to pair up with you.  So please don’t worry yourself over how others perceive you while you’re here.  You just keep being the loveable Little Brother of ours and let your Big Sisters look after and spoil you.  And if anyone gives you trouble, just let one of us know and we’ll take care of it, pronto.  Okay?”

“Just promise me that you won’t resort to violence, please?” replied Kazuya.

“As long as you’re not being accosted by a Pandora carrying ill intentions, then sure,” replied Elizabeth.  “Otherwise, all bets are off.”

“Indeed,” added Creo bluntly, while Ingrid, Arnett, Rana, and Satellizer all nodded firmly in silent agreement with that one word answer as they ate.  The mood amidst the vast majority of Kazuya’s partners had taken on a somewhat more serious tone.  Apparently, the very idea of their collective partner being harmed or threatened brought out the protective streak within their very beings, akin to that of a mother bear or a mother lion protecting her offspring.

‘These women are as beautiful and nurturing as they are powerful and frightening,’ thought Kazuya, ‘which is to say extremely on all four.’

Soon enough, the meal had come to an end and the group began gathering up their trays for disposal.  A moment later, Kazuya was being carried once more in the arms of one of his partners.  This time around, it ended up being Kaho Hiragi, and while the freshman Pandora was initially flustered at the prospect of her turn actually being up, she didn’t object to it either.

“R-ready, Kazuya?” asked Kaho somewhat nervously as she held her arms out towards him, bending slightly at the waist and knees as she faced him.

“Whenever you are, Kaho,” replied Kazuya with a calming grin.  “Just relax.  Take a deep breath and don’t think about it too much.  You’ll be fine.  I trust you.”  Kazuya spoke with a natural calmness that seemed to work almost like magic.  For while Kaho was somewhat flustered at just how cute and adorable he could be, she was also cleared of whatever worries she had in potentially dropping him or holding him too tight or awkwardly.  A moment later, she placed her hands underneath his armpits and slowly lifted him until he was securely against her torso and bosom.  To help alleviate her worries, Kazuya wrapped his arms around her neck to help secure himself against her.  This of course, resulted in Kazuya’s face nearly touching Kaho’s face in the process, which inevitably led to Kaho blushing distinctly at such proximity.

‘H-he’s so close right now,’ thought Kaho as her heartbeat increased in both pulse and intensity.  Already, her head was swimming as she could hear proverbial harps playing heavenly chords in the distance.  Soon enough, her baser female instincts were taking over as she found her face drawing closer towards Kazuyas as he finished up securing himself against her, his head looking down as he did so.  A moment later, he pulled his head up to face her and began speaking.

“Alright then, I’d say we’re good here,” stated Kazuya as he lifted his head.  “Ready to move out when you are Ka-”

Once again, Kazuya was silenced as the lips of Kaho Hiragi pressed gently against his.  This time around the kiss was rather innocent compared to that of the other Pandoras, given Kaho’s more virgin-like nature compared to her fellow seniors.  Her lips trembled as she pressed against Kazuya’s, and the pressure she applied was far more reserved compared to the other Pandoras, but the passion was strong all the same.  Kaho’s eyes were shut as she leaned into the kiss, her eyebrows furrowed upward in a sign of nervousness and worry, hoping that she wasn’t being too forthcoming in the show of affection.  After five seconds or so, she slowly pulled away from the kiss and opened her eyes, gazing deep into Kazuya’s as she looked at the Limiter being held in her arms.

“O-oh my goodness,” said a flustered Kaho.  “I’m so sorry, Kazuya.  I didn’t mean to be so forward.  I was just…I just…I…”  Already, the freshman Pandora was turning deep red with embarrassment and found her confidence wavering.

“Kaho,” stated Kazuya clearly, “it’s alright.  I’m not upset with you for doing that.  A little surprised, sure, but I certainly enjoyed it all the same.  So please, don’t go apologizing over something like that.  I certainly wouldn’t be a worthy partner if I was angry over something as innocent as that now, would I?”

Kazuya’s calming words seemed to work wonders on the freshman Pandora, for a moment later, Kaho’s head was cleared of doubts and worries and she had calmed herself in a matter of seconds.  After taking a deep breath, Kaho gazed into Kazuya’s eyes and simply replied with “Thank you, Kazuya,” followed by another tender kiss, this time on his cheek.

“He really IS a little charmer, isn’t he?” stated Arnett with a wry smile as she eyed the latest kissing session amidst Kazuya’s growing harem of female companions.  “Kazuya, I swear, at this rate, you’re going to have like half of the women here at West Genetics throwing themselves at you and begging you to marry them, you know that?”

“Would you end up being one of those women, Arnett?” stated Attia with her own grin towards the taller redhead.  Arnett simply turned and blushed somewhat in response.  For while she didn’t appear the type to say “no” to Attia’s question, even she seemed too embarrassed deep down to outright say “yes” to that, given that all the women were still freshly partnered up with Kazuya.  Hell, they haven’t even performed a baptism with the young man just yet.

“Alright now, ladies,” stated Chiffon.  “Enough playful banter.  We should get going to our next class.  We’ve only got a few minutes before the starting bell rings.  Shall we take our leave now?”

“Lead on, Chiffon,” answered Elizabeth for the group, smirking at her own little makeshift poetry in her response.

The assembled group began making their way out the mess hall and back onto the campus grounds proper, when suddenly a shift in the calm tone of the overall day took a sudden turn into something more heated.

“Hey!  Lay off him right now!” shouted a female voice.

“Back off, bitch!” replied a second voice.  “If you don’t want some of this, you’ll keep to yourself and stay outta this!  I’m just giving this maggot his dues, that’s all.”

“What the hell?” muttered Creo upon hearing this.

“Sounds like it’s coming from that direction over there,” stated Ticy, pointing off towards a particular direction around the corner of the food court’s exterior, away from the broader campus.

“Certainly doesn’t sound like friendly banter,” stated Attia in a matter-of-factly tone.

“Better head over before this gets worse,” stated Chiffon, taking charge of the situation and starting to pick up the pace as she ran towards the source of the altercation that was no doubt taking place.

“Right behind you, Chiffon,” said Ticy following close behind.

“And me as well,” added Elizabeth.

Sure enough, the whole lot of Kazuya’s partners were moving as one unit towards the sounds of shouting, intent on breaking up whatever fight was no doubt taking place.

“Kaho,” stated Ingrid, “you and Ganessa keep back when we get there.”

“B-but why?” asked Kaho.

“Yeah, what for?” inquired Ganessa.

“You two are the junior-most Pandoras in our group, so it’s best you stay back if this ends up getting messy, especially if it involves other second-years or third-years.  And of course, there’s also Kazuya to look after.  Can’t have our Little Brother getting himself hurt in the midst of all this now, can we?”

“I suppose you have a point there,” muttered Kaho, feeling a bit left out given her status as a freshman.

“But I can fight though,” stated Ganessa bluntly.  “I’m healed from my Carnival and everything.”

“This isn’t up for debate, Ganessa,” replied Ingrid with military force in her words.  “As your senior Pandora, I’m ORDERING you to stand back when we get there, understand?”  The tone in Ingrid’s voice implied that she was in no mood for arguing or a debate; that and the look in her eyes was somewhat frightening to boot.

“Uh…alright,” muttered Ganessa in response, not in the mood to argue.

A few seconds later, the group had rounded the corner to see just what was happening with all that shouting.  Needless to say, it certainly was nothing good…unless you were one who had a penchant for pointless cruelty and sadistic punishment.

There will always be bullies.

In a perfect world, the very idea of people - whether it is individuals or groups - using intimidation, threats, or blatant acts of violence in order to get their way would be a bygone trait of human behavior that was tossed in the wastebasket of history eons ago.  Sadly, we do not live in a perfect world, and therefore, bullies still do exist in the world we live in.  And it is practically guaranteed that bullies exist in all venues of everyday life.  Name a location and sooner or later, a bully is more likely than not to be found there:  Traffic, houses of worship, airports, grocery stores, parks, nightclubs, amusement parks, concerts, sporting events…and of course, schools.  Perhaps no location is more befitting for bullies to flex their muscle and plant their flag than at a school, even if that school is a military academy like West Genetics.

Of course, given that most of the student body is comprised of female supermodel-supersoldiers whose height ranges between eleven feet and twelve feet on average, the idea of being bullied by one of said women can be downright terrifying…particularly when you’re a male who averages between 5-and-a-half to 6 feet in height.

Given those circumstances, it wasn’t unthinkable for a Pandora (with dubious morals) to throw her size around and intimidate a Limiter if the opportunity presented itself.  However, the act of resorting to actual physical violence was still something or a rarity, at least between Pandoras and Limiters anyway.  So whenever such an event did flare up, it certainly hooked people by the eyes and ears, given how surprising such a moment tended to be.

So then, laying the groundwork for what was coming round the corner (in this case both figuratively and literally), the victim was in the process of having a really, REALLY bad day.

As Kazuya’s group rounded the corner, they saw a rather sizeable group, most of them Pandora.  Most of those they saw were simply passerby students who were within earshot or eyesight of the altercation, and reluctant to jump into and intervene with what exactly was happening.  As for the people who were immediately involved in the altercation, there were five in total, with the majority of them being the bullies.

The bullies numbered three in total, all of them Pandora.  One of them wore the standard Genetics uniform and had long, periwinkle-colored hair, lavender-colored eyes, and a particularly slim build overall, with a modest bust resting atop her 11’2” frame.  Her disposition was rather cold, giving off the vibe that she didn’t speak much (if at all).  Her eyes were particularly slitted, giving her the appearance of a snake, especially with the eyeliner she had accentuating their shape.  Overall, her mood came off as rather stone-cold and lacking emotion in general, aside from a lingering murderous intent.

Another of the bullies was an 11’4” tall dark-skinned Pandora with blonde hair reaching all the way down to her shoulders.  Her bosom was more in-line with that of most Pandora, meaning rather generous (probably a D-cup at minimum) as it showed through an opening that showed her cleavage much like Satellizer’s uniform did.  Ironically enough, her face appeared somewhat similar to that of Chiffon’s, especially the way her eyes were slitted just like Chiffon’s were most of the time.  Like Chiffon, this Pandora had a smile plastered on her face, though the difference here was that the smile was masking an ominous foreboding of sorts, as if the dark-skinned Pandora was about to lash out with no warning.

The third of the bullies was possibly the most menacing of the bunch, at least if her face was any indicator to go by.  Dark blue shoulder-length hair framed a face that (while pretty) was twisted in a rather sadistic toothy grin.  She wore a modified version of the Genetics uniform, which consisted of a super-short Genetics-brand top that exposed all skin below her significant bosom and a large gap in the front to show as much tit flesh as possible (even moreso than her dark-skinned accomplice), while the bottom half consisted of blue denim short-shorts that teasingly exposed a slip of her asscheeks at the bottom.  She also wore dirty black combat boots that went up to the middle of her shins, as well as a light blue bonnet in her hair and fingerless black leather gloves.  Were this 11’6” woman not giving off the vibes of a borderline psychopath, she could be perceived as somewhat charming in a way.

It was the third Pandora of the bullying party who was currently holding up a Limiter by his throat and pinning him against a brick wall, with her fingers slowly tightening around his windpipe as she pressed him effortlessly against the building.  The Limiter in question was wearing the typical Genetics dress uniform for all Limiters.  His hair was a medium colored brown, his skin was light (indicating European/Caucasian heritage) and his face showed minor shades of stubble along his lower jaw.  His eye color couldn’t be seen at the moment, given that his eyes were tight shut as he struggled to breathe.

The final member of the group was an 11’3”  Pandora who was trying to intervene and stop what was clearly an episode of outright bullying which had crossed into the realm of assault by this point.  She wore the standard Genetics uniform, though her overall appearance was distinct in its own regard.

The Pandora attempting to intervene in what was going on had distinctly red hair that had a particular bounce to it - a sort of extra plush vibrancy to it and a rather remarkable shine to boot.  Her facial features were something akin to that of a porcelain doll, especially with how distinctly her lips, chin, cheekbones, and button nose stuck out in such a way as to maximize cuteness.  Along with her turquoise eyes, she was rather elegant in her own regard by her sheer looks alone.  However, whatever feminine charm she exuded was overruled by the fire in her eyes as she stared down the three bullies who were disturbing the peace, with intent to intervene directly if necessary (which seemed to be the case more and more as the seconds passed).

“Unhand him right this instant!” declared the redhead to the trio.

“Or what, little miss goody two-shoes?” asked the blue-haired Pandora clutching her victim.  “You gonna step in and take us on?  I’d love to see you try.”  The blue-haired Pandora finished with a chuckle.

“He hasn’t even done anything to you!” declared the redhead.

“Oh, but he has,” replied the bluehead.  “He had the nerve to walk by me without apologizing for bumping into me.  As far as I’m concerned, that’s an insult and a show of disrespect, especially from such a maggot of a man, if you can even CALL him a man.”

“I saw the whole thing play out,” declared the redhead.  “YOU were the one to intentionally step out so that your leg bumped into HIM.  There was no way he could have gotten out of the way in time.  I’d wager that you did that on purpose just to justify your actions.  Whatever the case, you let him go right now before things become extremely unpleasant for you.”

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned blonde-haired Pandora and her snake-eyed accomplice stood forward as a barrier between the blue-haired Pandora and the red-headed good Samaritan.

“Well well well now,” said the fox-eyed blonde, “it looks like she’s hell-bent on ending our fun.  You want us to put the party-pooper in her place, Petty?”

“Do as you like, girls,” replied the blue-haired ringleader of the bunch, keepin her eyes focused on the Limiter currently in her grasp and cracking a rather sadistic smile as she maintained her clutch on the poor guy.  If she kept things up with the amount of pressure she was using, he would run out of oxygen in less than a minute or so.

“You bitch!” growled the redhead.  “Volt Weapon Deploy: Epée de la Croix!”  A second later, a sword materialized in the redhead’s right hand, similar to that of a rapier.  Given the woman’s accent and the words she used to summon the weapon (as well as her particularly light skin tone), it was a fair guess to wager that the young lady was French by her background.  Pointing the rapier directly towards the trio of Pandora bullies, the redhead replied with one phrase:

“En garde.”

“Well then, challenge accepted,” replied the dark-skinned blonde with a grin.  “You want in on this, Jessica?”  The snake-eyed woman she was referring to simply snorted in response as she stepped forward.  That made the playing field two against one in favor of the bullies, with two of the bully Pandoras closing the gap with the French redhead.  It looked like things were about to get really messy, both for the lone Pandora and the Limiter being slowly suffocated as he was pinned against the wall.

“What exactly is going on here?” declared Chiffon as she and the posse of Pandoras she led walked in on what was occurring, which in turn resulted in all eyes being on her and the group of Pandoras she led.

“Oh boy,” groaned Petty, “there goes our fun.  What do you think, Isabella?”

The dark-skinned blonde stared down Chiffon, with Chiffon staring her right back, neither of the two giving an inch or turning her view in response.  In a way, it was like looking in a mirror, given the similarities in facial features between the two.

“I don’t know, Petty,” replied the blonde, “I’m kinda on the fence about this, to be honest.”

“That so?” countered Elizabeth as she stepped up alongside Chiffon as she stared down both the blonde and her snake-eyed silent partner.  A second later, the two were joined alongside by their fellow third-years, leaving Kaho and Ganessa in reserve to watch over Kazuya (as instructed by Ingrid earlier).  When added with the French redhead, that now placed the bullies as the outnumbered side, with them facing down a combined group more than three times their number (10 versus 3 as things stood, with 2 more Pandoras to jump in if need be).

“Tch…” replied the one named Petty, baring her teeth in annoyance at this change.  “You girls REALLY want to get involved in this?”

“I’d rather there be no violence whatsoever,” replied Chiffon, “but since you three have taken to bullying outright, it would seem to me that YOU are the ones who fired the opening salvo, so whatever we do in response could be justified under grounds of self-defense or keeping the peace.  Now I’ll ask you…scratch that, I’ll TELL you politely before I run out of patience:  Let him go. Right. Now.”

Several of Chiffon’s fellow third-years started cracking knuckles, tilting heads side-to-side, and/or stretching their arms or legs as Chiffon spoke, gearing up for a potential throwdown.  Among some of them, there was the hope that the greater numbers on their side would force these three to back down and turn tail, though pride was always a factor in situations like this.  Right now, protecting both Kazuya and this other Limiter were the main priority, with the second Limiter’s fate the somewhat more pressing matter (given how his windpipe was being pressed quite literally at the moment).

If a brawl were to develop, it could get quite visceral…especially if Volt Weapons ended up being deployed and/or Acceleration ended up being used.

“Why do you lot care about what happens to this maggot here anyway?” asked Petty.  “Is he your lil “fuck buddy” by chance?  I see that other Limiter you all got there, so unless you happen to have another one at your disposal, then why would you give a shit about this nobody right here?”  Petty slightly stiffened her grip on the Limiter in her clutches, which made the man instinctively wheeze as she choked the life out of him all the more.

“The student council president has spoken,” declared Ticy rather sternly.  “Unhand him right now or face the consequences for your transactions.”

“I’d do as she says, ladies,” added Arnett.  “Mind you, if you don’t happen to know about our little clique, we have the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd-ranked Pandoras among the third-year students standing here, along with the 4th through 9th ranked third-years to boot, so I’m not sure if you three are honestly ready for an all-out brawl.”  Arnett finished with a crack of her knuckles, indicating that she was more than willing to jump into whatever fight might end up occurring.

There was a momentary silence as the bullies stared down the larger group who had surrounded them, with the ringleader named Petty still holding the Limiter off the ground by several feet (though fortunately for him, she had let up on her grip somewhat, allowing him to breathe once more).

“Hmph,” snorted Petty in response, “I don’t see why girls like you even give these runts the time of day.  They’re nothing but maggots who can pull off a fancy little parlor trick and pretend like they’re Nova.  Way I see it, they’re hardly worth a second glance.”  She then loosened her grip on the Limiter’s neck before suddenly dropping him hard on the ground.  The Limiter in turn fell to his side and wheezed instinctively as he tried to suck in air greedily to fill his lungs.

“I’m getting bored,” grumbled Petty.  “Isabella, Jessica, let’s blow this place already.”  With that, the three started off and were about to vacate the scene, when suddenly Chiffon spoke up once more.

“Stop right there,” declared the Student Council President.  “At least one of you laid hands upon a Limiter, and from what I can tell, you have no grounds to justify such an act.  Given that the other two of you acted in a standby position to protect the aggressor, I’d say that makes you accomplices to what transpired.  I don’t know what your reasoning is for assaulting a Limiter, and frankly, I don’t care at the moment.  So having said all that, you three are coming with me to the principal’s office to be reprimanded and punished accordingly for what just transpired here.  Given that it was in the presence of SEVERAL witnesses, I highly doubt that you’ll be able to deny what just happened.”

“You done talking already, Miss Student Council President?” replied Petty, emphasizing Chiffon’s title in as mocking a tone as she could, clearly showing blatant disrespect for authority (which got Ticy bubbling with raw anger in response).

“You REALLY think that we’re just gonna come along and be good lil’ girls and take our comeuppance?  Is that what you honestly believe is gonna happen?” stated Petty.

“Whether you three come willingly or kicking and screaming is of little consequence,” replied Elizabeth.  “But you all ARE coming down to the disciplinary committee’s office to answer for your transgression.  This isn’t up for debate or negotiation.”  Her tone was equally heavy just like Chiffon’s.

“Is that so?” asked the one called Isabella as she cocked an eyebrow.

“You tell me,” replied Ingrid as she stared down the dark-skinned blonde with a stony look on her face.  It was a look that was mirrored by the vast majority of her side in what was looking to be a clash of Pandoras.

Where once it seemed that things might die down and violence might end up being avoided, it appeared as though pride and the desire to not lose face was going to win the day.  The three bully Pandoras stared down Chiffon’s group of Pandora, with every single Pandora sizing up the other and deciding who she was going to take on, assuming that a fight was going to break out at any second.

Surprisingly enough, the matter ended up being settled when a few extra Pandoras ended up jumping in.

“Well now,” said the voice of one Yu-Mi Kim, “it seems like we have a schoolyard brawl about to break out here.  Now that simply won’t do now…will it, Miss Schmitz?”  The super-busty brown-haired Pandora turned to her taller, leaner, green-haired counterpart to back up her statement.

“I concur with that observation, Miss Kim,” replied Elize with a grin.  “From what I can tell, it would appear as though a Pandora is unjustifiably assaulting a Limiter on school grounds.  That sort of thing is not to be tolerated, plain and simple.”

Alongside both Yu-Mi and Elize were four other Pandoras, all of whom were wearing the typical purple Genetics-themed school uniform.  The looks on their faces at the sight of the Limiter lying on the ground pretty much said all that needed to be said, given their collective cry of one name upon seeing the state of the Limiter:

“Michael!” they all cried in near unison.

One of the Pandoras was a woman with a stern, somewhat chiseled-looking face, though that did nothing to subtract from her overall feminine beauty.  Her complexion was light (most likely indicating Caucasian heritage), she had brown eyes and rich, chocolate-colored hair which was styled up into a long braid that went down the left side of her neck and tied off with simple hair bands (similar to how Rana styled her hair in comparison).  Her frame radiated power, especially with regards to the build of her musculature, whether it was in her biceps, her thighs, her calves, her abdomen, her shoulders, or anywhere else on her body for that matter.  It was a figure similar to that of Creo’s in comparison  Her eyes were a vibrant brown as well, her bosom was modest (around a C-cup) and her height was on the taller side for a Pandora, topping off at 11’9” tall.

Another of the Pandoras was also light-skinned (indicating some kind of Caucasian background), with her hair also long and done up in a braid going down the left side of her head as well.  Though there were differences compared to the first Pandora mentioned:  Whereas the first had brown eyes, this Pandora had blue eyes.  Where the first Pandora had brown hair, this Pandora had blonde hair, which was also done up in a more wild and vibrant style, braided up in strands going down the back of her head (something reminiscent of old Viking hairstyle in a way).  She also had a simple diagonal scar going down the left side of her face starting at just underneath her left eye and going down until it ended just above the left side of her lips.  Her build was not as muscular as the first Pandora’s by comparison, though she was certainly nothing to sneeze at either in all the totality of her 11’6”, C-cup breast-size frame.

The third Pandora had a more darker-skinned, caramel complexion.  Until she spoke again, it would be hard to determine her ethnic origin.  Going by her looks, she had bronze-colored skin, hazel-colored eyes, very dark-brown hair (bordering on black) which most of it was done up into a modest hair bun at the back of her head.  The left side of her scalp had patches indicating potential scarring around her left temple, though this might have been healed over with hair growth.  Her eyes were somewhat stern and her lips were somewhat fuller compared to other women.  Her build was slim, with a bosom that was probably either a large C-cup or a modest D-cup, resting atop an 11’2” frame.

The fourth Pandora was also light skinned (Caucasian heritage of some kind), with a face that was something akin to that of a porcelain doll:  Defined cheekbones, cute button nose, perfectly rounded chin, light freckles on the upper cheeks, and lusciously pronounced lips adorned her face.  Her chocolate brown hair was done up collectively in braids and a bun tied off at the back of her head, and her figure was quite alluring with the way her waistline flared out into rather pronounced hips and shooting down into firm and thick (but not crazy thick) thighs, buttocks, and calf muscles down the entirety of her legs, while up top she had both a firm abdominal set resting underneath what was easily a D-cup bosom (possibly even E-cup).  Overall, her 11'2" appearance was somewhat regal, rivaling that of Elizabeth Mably’s demeanor by comparison.

Given the reactions of these four Pandoras who accompanied both Yu-Mi and Elize, it was clear that they (along with the redheaded French Pandora) had some kind of relationship with the Limiter on the ground, who apparently went by the name “Michael”.

“We just happened to be strolling along when we ran into this group of lovely ladies and soon after heard the commotion that was unfolding over this way,” continued Yu-Mi.  “Given what has occurred, and the number of witnesses to this event, would I be safe in assuming that these three here are the aggressors, Miss Fairchild?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” replied Chiffon.  “It appeared as though the one there named Petty was physically assaulting a Limiter without cause and was possibly ready to inflict permanent damage onto the young man.  We heard the shouting and decided to investigate and intervene if necessary.  That was when we all saw what was going on here.  The one Pandora was choking the poor Limiter while the others stood guard to prevent anybody else from intervening.  At least, that’s the long and short of it, from what I observed.  I like to think my fellow classmates will back up my observation.”

Chiffon’s statement was met with universal nods from all the other Pandora in her party, which in turn got a quick response from Elize.

“Well, Miss Kim,” stated the green-haired medical specialist, “under these circumstances, I’d say this is a rather open-and-shut scenario, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’m in agreement on that, Miss Schmitz.” answered Yu-Mi.  “Given that an act of violence was committed by a Pandora onto a Limiter, and in the presence of several witnesses - all of whom in good standing here at West Genetics Academy - I would say that there’s no need for further questioning at this point.”  Upon saying this, Yu-Mi turned her attention directly to the one named Petty.

“If I remember right, I believe the three of you are transfers from various Genetics facilities.  I suppose the fact that you all were transferred here says something about your character.  And to boot, you were all held back during both your first-year and second-year terms, am I correct?”

“What of it, bitch?” asked Petty.

“My my my, quite the mouth on this one,” replied Elize.  “She certainly isn’t afraid to speak her mind, is she?”

“I’ve heard enough,” continued Yu-Mi.  “All three of you are coming with me and my colleague.”  Yu-Mi gestured to Elize as she said this.  “As a member of West Genetics faculty, I feel compelled to let you know:  If any of you try to pull a fast one on us, whether it involves using violence against us, against anybody here on campus, or even just the act of fleeing, you should know that you’ll be hunted like rabid dogs and put down with force bordering on lethal.  After the stunt you three pulled here today, you are all on thin ice.  Hell, if that Limiter suffers any permanent damage after what you did to him, I’ll see to it personally that all three of you pay dearly for it in turn.  Now then, if you’re done acting like the top dogs at this place, come with me right now…and for the record, that’s not a suggestion, that’s an order.”

The three bully Pandoras stared down both Yu-Mi and Elize, as well as the other Pandoras who now surrounded them.  Under the circumstances as they were, the three were vastly outnumbered at this point, by West Genetics faculty, Kazuya’s Pandoras, and other Pandoras as well.  From a gambling perspective, the odds weren’t looking good for the bullies as things stood.

“Fine,” grumbled Petty.  “Lead on then.  Let’s get this over with.”  A moment later, both Yu-Mi and Elize had placed handcuffs on all three of the bullying Pandora’s, clamping the cuffs behind their backs.  Once the restraints had been successfully locked in place on them, the bullies were led off towards the disciplinary wing of West Genetics, with both Yu-Mi and Elize keeping a close eye on them as they walked, with Yu-Mi turning around briefly to address Kazuya’s group.

“We’ve got things from here, Miss Fairchild,” stated Yu-Mi.  “Best that you ladies head off to your next class.  No need to worry by this point, and your assistance is appreciated.”

“Of course, Miss Kim,” replied Chiffon as she hollered back in gratitude.  It was at that point that she turned towards the Limiter who was assaulted by the bullying Pandora, wanting to make sure that he was still alive and in stable condition.  Yet it seemed that such an act wasn’t necessary, as the young man was surrounded by the five Pandoras who had swarmed around him the second that the bullying Pandoras were escorted away.

The women had all gathered upon the young man, with the redhead gingerly lifting him up and placing him so that his head rested in/on her lap as his breathing began to steady.  The looks in their eyes obviously indicated that the Limiter was indeed precious to all of them from an emotional standpoint, so chances were good that he was paired up with the whole lot of them.

“Michael,” whispered the redhead with worry in her voice.  “Breathe.  Just breathe right now.  It’s over,” she cooed as she brushed the young man’s hair.

“What were you thinking, Elise?” asked the brown-haired, muscular Pandora.  “It was a foolish thing to let him venture out on campus grounds with only one of us guarding him.  You should have brought another of us along with you to better keep him safe!”

“I know, Kassandra, and I’m sorry, believe me I am,” replied the redhead.  “I didn’t think that something like this would happen, at least not so early in the school year.  I can only hope you believe me when I say that I loathe myself for not being able to do more before assistance arrived.”

“What’s done is done,” commented the blonde-haired Pandora.  “What is most important right now is that Michael is safe and in good physical condition.  At this point, everything else is simply academia and philosophy as far as I’m concerned.”

“I agree with Eivor on that one,” stated the fifth Pandora of the bunch.  “It serves no purpose to go around pointing fingers and assigning blame at this point.  Besides, we all know it was that bullying trio who are responsible for this more than anyone else, so take it easy on Elise, will you Kassandra?”

“Thank you, Evie,” muttered Elise in response to being backed up in light of what had just occurred.

“In any case, let’s get him to a doctor,” stated the tan-skinned Pandora as she slowly and gently lifted up the Limiter and cradled him against her body as she held him bridal style.  “We need to make sure that our hermanito is all well and good, so I’m heading off to make sure he’s okay.”  Her accent indicated that she was Hispanic by her origin, probably from somewhere in the Caribbean if one were to guess.

“Just a moment there,” called out Chiffon as she neared the group.  A second later, she was standing among the lot of them and getting a closer look at the Limiter held in the tan-skinned Pandora’s arms.  While her face was contorted with concern over his well-being, she breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his life was no longer in danger.

“My name is Chiffon Fairchild, and as student council president here at West Genetics, I can’t help but feel somewhat responsible for this incident occurring,” explained Chiffon.  “While this is a military facility, it is also a place of learning, so the idea of students being attacked here really irks me to my core.”

“You’ve no need to apologize,” said the one named Evie.  “You can’t be literally everywhere at one time, Miss Fairchild.  Free will dictates that there will be bad actors who occasionally pop up and do heinous deeds.  It’s a simple matter of probabilities.”

“Even so,” replied Chiffon, “in my capacity as student council president, I simply can’t help but feel a little guilty for what just happened.  I only wish I got here sooner.”  Chiffon’s gaze turned towards the Limiter held in the arms of his Pandora, his wheezing now reduced to the occasional cough here and there.

“Your concern is appreciated, Miss Fairchild,” replied the one name Eivor, “and I like to think I speak for everyone in our group when I say that we appreciate the arrival of you and your allies.  But if anything, the bulk of responsibility lies on my sisters and I for not keeping a closer eye on our Limiter.  Of course, what those bullies did is reprehensible, and I hope they’re punished accordingly for what they did, but it is our duty as Pandoras to look after our Little Brother, and in that, we pretty much failed today.”  Eivor then reached out a hand and gently traced a few finger through Michael’s hair, looking at him with sadness and a touch of self-pity in her eyes for failing in her duty as a “Big Sister” to her partner.

“If those malakas aren’t punished severely for this, I’ll hunt them all down and put them in wheelchairs and have them relying on oxygen tanks to breathe,” growled the one named Kassandra in turn.

“We can fantasize about score settling later,” replied the Hispanic Pandora holding Michael in her arms.  “Let’s get Michael to a doctor already.  We shouldn’t waste anymore time by this point.”

“I’ll accompany all of you on the way,” stated Chiffon.  “I feel at a bare minimum that I should assist you in escorting him, to make up for not getting here in time.  I’d also like your contact information if possible, so that I can check up on seeing how he’s doing and if any complications arise.”

“Your concern is touching, but it’s really not necessary for you to go out of your way,” said Elise in response.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on this one,” countered Chiffon, bluntly yet also with courtesy.

“Fine then,” replied Evie.  “If you know where the medical center is, then lead on, Madam President.”

Chiffon quickly turned towards the others once the smaller group was in agreement with her accompanying them.

“Please head off towards the next class,” said Chiffon to all the others.  “I’ll catch up with you all once I’ve escorted these ladies and their partner to the doctors.”

“Of course, Chiffon,” replied Ticy succinctly.

“Let us away then,” said Chiffon to the smaller group of five (six if you include their Limiter).

“You got a good hold of him, Dani?” asked Evie to the Hispanic Pandora.

“I’m good.  No need to worry on my account.  Let’s just get going,” answered Dani in response as she secured their Limiter in her arms.

And with that, Chiffon and the smaller group of Pandoras took their leave.  But it was the way in which they did so that surprised Kazuya (and to a lesser extent both Kaho and Ganessa).  Chiffon and the smaller group of Pandora suddenly lit up with a faint light blue glow around their figures as a small gust of wind kicked up around them.  In the span of literally a second, they had all vanished in a collective flash as if by magic, leaving only a burst of air with the change in wind currents as they all collectively left.

“W-what was that?” asked Kazuya.

“Acceleration,” replied Elizabeth.  “It’s one of the main combat features about Pandoras that makes them stand out in terms of fighting ability.  Once a Pandora enters her third year at a Genetics facility, she’s usually able to use Acceleration by that point, though there have been cases of Pandoras being able to use it in their second years.”

“Elizabeth would know, given that she’s one such Pandora who achieved it in her second year,” commented Attia.

“I wonder what that whole scuffle was about anyway?” asked Kaho with genuine curiosity.

“Not sure,” replied Ticy.  “From what I could tell, it seemed that the Pandora named Petty had some kind of bone to pick with that Limiter, but from the conversation, it sounded like she was just looking for an excuse to lash out.”

“From that psycho look in her eyes, it seemed like she was enjoying it.” stated Arnett.  “If we didn’t arrive when we did, she might have done permanent damage to that little guy.”

“I hope he’s okay,” muttered Kaho with worry in her voice.

“Chiffon will look into it, I’m sure,” replied Elizabeth.  “And West Genetics has among the best medical facilities on the planet.  I wouldn’t worry too much over it.”  There was a pause before Elizabeth decided to speak up once more.

“And on the off chance that there IS permanent damage done to him as a result of what that psycho did, then I’ll take a rain check during one of our classes and hunt her down myself,” stated Elizabeth with an icy coldness in her voice.

“I’ll be right behind you if or when that ends up happening,” commented Ingrid.

“You guys would actually do that?” asked Kazuya.  “Go out of your way for a Limiter that you’re not partnered up with?”

“This IS a military academy, Kazuya,” replied Ticy.  “In order for discipline and order to be maintained here at West Genetics, it is necessary to keep an eye on the disruptive element within campus grounds and stamp it out when needed.  And besides…”

“Besides?” asked a curious Kazuya.

“Whether or not we are partnered to a Limiter or not, that doesn’t mean that we can’t stand up for you little guys whenever a problem shows up,” cooed Arnett as she gently tussled Kazuya’s hair.  “Military academy or not, school or not, it’s a simple matter of right and wrong, plain and simple.  When we see a bully acting up, we feel it necessary to step in and settle things right there and then.  What those three did was wrong, so it was simply a matter of trying to make things right.”

“I suppose you could say it’s also a matter of protective instincts on our parts as Pandora to boot,” added Elizabeth.  “Whenever we see one of you Limiters being harmed or threatened…I guess you could say that our…what would be the ideal word?  Motherly instincts?  Sisterly instincts?  I don’t know.  It’s just something deep within us Pandoras that brings out that ‘inner protector’ within our psyches whenever we see any of you guys being threatened or harmed.”

‘Is that why they tend to walk around with me cradled against them like a small child?’ pondered Kazuya.  He noticed that it was a fairly commonplace occurrence between other Pandoras and their Limiters whenever he passed about on campus.  With their Limiters as close as they could possibly be (skin-tight closeness at that), the Pandoras could act immediately if the situation demanded swift action.

“Well, I’m sure that little guy will be okay.  Chiffon will see to it,” commented Attia.  “We should get to our next class before we end up being late.  Just standing around here lollygagging won’t help anything.

“Attia DOES have a point there,” replied Creo.

“I suppose you’re right,” added Rana.  “I just hope that guy’s gonna be okay.  That one bi-...I mean, that one Pandora had a pretty good grip on his neck.  I’m pretty sure I saw bruising and finger marks all around his neck.”

“No need to hold back Rana,” commented Arnett.  “She definitely came off as a bitch in my opinion.  I’d sooner lose a limb than have to spend my time with someone like that.”

“Wonder what her story is here…” muttered Ganessa aloud.  “She comes off as kind of old for a student here.”

"I think I heard Miss Kim say that she was some kind of transfer student," said Kaho.

“Yeah all three of them…” added Rana, “Her and the other two.  They also DID seem older than one might expect.”

“I’m guessing they were held back once or twice during their earlier years,” Elizabeth postulated.  “Probably had to repeat both their first-year and second-year terms as students.

“So even though they’re probably third-year Pandoras, they’re really more like in their fifth-years or around that…if that’s even a category…” Ingrid pondered.

“With poor student performance like that, I’m surprised that they haven’t been expelled, given their character,” thought Ganessa aloud.

“I'm guessing that they score high in combat aptitude and fail at everything else,” Creo hypothesized.  “They’re probably deemed too effective as soldiers to outright expel or court-martial, so they get a pass for shirking off their other classes and for their antagonistic behavior.”

During all this multi-sided conversation, Satellizer simply stood in silence with a sort of gaze on her face, as if she were looking far off into the distance.  It was something that caught Kazuya’s eye.

“Satellizer?  Are you okay?” asked Kazuya.  “You have a kind of faraway look in your eyes.”

Immediately, Satellizer shook her head side-to-side and was knocked out of her stupor before turning her gaze down towards Kazuya.

“S-sorry,” replied Satellizer.  “I just…had a bad feeling about those three.”

“I’m sure that pretty much ALL of us felt that way about them, Satella,” replied Arnett.

“No, not exactly like how I felt about them,” commented Satellizer.  “They gave off a sort of…aura, I guess you could say.  It felt like a kind of…bloodlust…coming from all of them.  Those girls are dangerous.”

“We’ll be sure to keep an eye on them,” said Ticy.  “After what we just saw, I think we know to be mindful when any one of them shows up again.”

“After that little stunt they pulled, I’d wager that they’ll be getting time in the brig for a while…probably a week’s worth at minimum,” said Ingrid.

“We should get in touch with those others who left with Chiffon,” stated Rana.  “They seemed like nice enough girls.  Maybe we can hang out with them and become good friends with all of them.  It would also provide cover for us to watch each other’s backs for bullies like them”

“We’ll see where things pan out once their Limiter is taken care of,” replied Elizabeth.  “I’m sure that Chiffon will give us more details once she returns.  Anyways, we REALLY need to get going.  Class is going to start soon.”

And so, with the confrontation passed and no bloodshed let loose on campus, the tension had been alleviated (for the time being, anyway) and Kazuya’s group headed off to resume their campus activities.

Kazuya’s clique of Pandoras made their way back to their assigned classroom, taking their seats once more (including Kazuya at his own personal seat independent of everyone else).  As they pulled out their tablets and awaited their instructor to enter the classroom, they initiated smalltalk among themselves (as highschool-aged students tend to do).

Well, most of them initiated smalltalk while they waited.  The least talkative of the bunch were Ingrid, Creo, Satellizer, and Kazuya.  Whenever they did talk during the interim period, it was usually kept to a few words or a single sentence here or there.  The most talkative of the group tended to be Arnett, Attia, Rana, and Ganessa, with the other Pandoras talking at a slightly more limited rate of conversing

Soon enough, during the chatter session, the topic of what had occurred involving the bully Pandoras and the bullied Limiter came up.

“I hope that guy’s gonna be okay,” muttered Kaho.  “I didn’t know if he was going to stop breathing or not.”

“We’ve gone over this, Kaho,” replied Elizabeth.  “It’s in Chiffon’s hands now…her and those other Pandoras.  She’ll be back soon enough to let us all know how he’s doing.  I imagine that she’ll probably be back in the next five or ten minutes, especially if she uses Acceleration on the way back.”

“I know, I know,” quietly grumbled Kaho.  “I just can’t help but worry a little, you know.”

“It’s understandable, Kaho,” said Ticy.  “As a Pandora, your protective instincts make you a bit anxious at the sight of something smaller than you being picked on.  Trust me, as third-years, we know what that feels like.  We’ve all experienced that same sensation at one time or another.”

“It also proves that your conscience is working just fine,” added Arnett with a grin, trying to be uplifting in terms of group morale.  “Only a sociopath or a psycho would look at what we saw earlier and not at least WANT to intervene or make it stop.  Some people just don’t want to bother taking the time or effort to do so, usually out of fear of getting involved and sucked into the whole thing.”

“True enough,” added Elizabeth, “but I don’t see that as a viable excuse.  Those with the power to do something have an obligation to help those with little or no power.  What those three Pandoras did was the absolute polar opposite in terms of what constitutes noblesse oblige.”

“No argument there,” commented Attia in full-fledged agreement.

Before they knew it, the door had opened up and in came not one but two Pandoras, both of whom were familiar to Kazuya.  The first one to enter was none other than his big sister Kazuha, wearing the same light blue Genetics uniform she typically wore on campus grounds.  Alongside her was Amelia Evans, the redhead whom Kazuya met at the teacher’s lounge alongside the other faculty members the day before.  Slightly curious as to why two instructors would be entering during this class period, Kazuya silently waited for their introductions (alongside his fellow classmates/housemates).

“Hello ladies,” began Kazuha.  “My name is Kazuha Aoi, and I will be your instructor for this class.  Alongside me is Amelia Evans, who will be accompanying me at times as junior instructor and assisting me when and where necessary.  She will not necessarily be here everyday during instruction period, given that her role here at West Genetics is a bit more…I suppose “transitory” is the most ideal word.  But you will see her during my class period regularly enough.”

Kazuha accessed her own tablet and scrolled through it to get a headcount of the students present in her class.  After a minute or so of looking back-and-forth between the students and her tablet, Kazuha spoke up once more.

“Hmm…it seems that one of you is absent according to the roster,” said Kazuha.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ticy replied, deciding to help clarify things.  “Miss Chiffon was called away due to extenuating circumstances.  There was a fight that broke out last period, resulting in a Limiter being injured.  Miss Chiffon felt compelled to help escort him to the infirmary so that he could be examined and treated appropriately.  She told us that she’d return as soon as he was successfully handed over to the medical staff.”

“I see,” pondered Kazuha aloud.  “It’s understandable, I suppose.  She always was one to take her role as student council president pretty seriously.  There’ll be no mark against her for her absence or tardiness on this occasion.”

Kazuha then scanned the room over once more to see if there were any other absences she might have missed the first time around.  As she perused the classroom, her eyes made contact with Kazuya.  The two siblings gazed briefly into each other’s eyes, with Kazuha giving a playful wink at her brother as her cheeks picked up a slightly rosier hue.  This in turn made Kazuya blush at his big sister’s playfulness as he tried to crack a smile but ended up gazing downward out of embarrassment, breaking off eye contact.

“Well then, back to business,” stated Kazuha.  “As for the course content of this class, it will be equal parts theory as well as implementation regarding your fighting abilities as Pandora, in particular the finer points of using your Volt Weapons as well the implementation of Acceleration.  And then of course, there’s Pandora Mode to boot, but I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.  I suppose you could think of this as something akin to P.E. class, though we won’t be going to the gym literally EVERY day.  That being said, you should all make sure you can change your volt textures when needed.”  Kazuha paused for a moment to make sure that information sunk in for her students.

“I understand that I have a first-year and second-year Pandora in this class,” continued Kazuha.  “Given that you two are junior to everyone else here, I’d recommend that you have a spare change of clothing on hand in case you have difficulty using your Volt textures.  I’m willing to give a bit of leeway regarding your situation, but in time, it’s my hope that you’ll be able to use your Volt textures just as well as your fellow third-years here.  Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” replied both Ganessa and Kaho.

“Very good then,” said Kazuha.  “Any questions so far?”

Elizabeth raised her hand in response.

“Yes, miss?” replied Kazuha, giving Elizabeth the floor.

“Regarding days involving practical application of our Pandora abilities, will we be notified in advance of which days those will be?” asked Elizabeth.

“I’ll notify you all at the end of each class period as to whether tomorrow will be a P.E. day or not, as well as send you up-to-date notifications on your tablets,” answered Kazuha.  “Of course, things can change and last-minute adjustments could be made, say in the instance of particularly bad weather or something akin to that for example, though we do have a large enough gymnasium here on campus, so even in the case of heavy rain, that shouldn’t be a problem.  Any other questions?”

Silence followed suit, so Kazuha got her answer.

“Very well.  Then let us proceed,” continued Kazuha.  “Oh, and I get the feeling that all of you have already been made well aware by now, but for the record:  Yes, I am Kazuya’s big sister…just in case he hasn’t already told you himself or you haven’t heard it among campus gossip.  And while it might seem a bit odd for a sister to be serving as her brother’s teacher, the higher-ups here at West Genetics didn’t see a problem with it, given that Kazuya is rather mature for his age, at least in my opinion.”

Kazuha’s response got several smiles and giggles from the Pandora’s in Kazuya’s clique, who were clearly amused at Kazuya’s big sister stating her opinion on spending time with her younger sibling in the classroom on a regular basis.

“And one more thing before we go over course material,” stated Kazuha.  “As Kazuya’s big sister, I feel compelled to say this much:  If all of you here are paired up with my little brother, then I would assume that you all have his best interests as well as both his physical and emotional well-being in mind, given that none of you were forced into this arrangement, correct?”

There were replies of “Yes, ma’am,” and head nodding from all the other Pandoras (minus Amelia) in the room.

“Alright then,” stated Kazuha.  “I just wanted to be sure on that matter.  Because…” At this point, Kazuha paused before taking a slightly more serious tone of voice.  “While I’m highly certain that I don’t need to fret or worry about keeping an eye on you ladies, I feel compelled to state this just as a precaution:  If any single one of you does anything to harm Kazuya - whether physically or psychologically - I WILL find out about it…and I WILL take appropriate action as I see fit, understood?” 

There was a chilling silence that lingered in the room for a few seconds, before all of Kazuya’s partners-to-be replied with “Yes, ma’am” once more.  Clearly, Kazuha Aoi had a fierce protective streak when it came to her little brother.

“Very good, then let us proceed with the introductory material,” stated Kazuha.  “Please access your tablets and we’ll go over the class syllabus.”

And with that, Kazuha began explaining the material on all things related to Volt Weapons, Acceleration, and Pandora Mode, given that those would be the three main pillars of course material for her class.  While she instructed, Amelia occasionally walked throughout the room, keeping an eye on anybody who might have started to nod off out of boredom, or to assist with minor classroom functions or help answer questions.  Basically, as junior instructor, she assisted with aiding the students if and when Kazuha was occupied (or if she would happen to be absent for whatever reason in coming days, as she further explained during the introductory session).

Sure enough, in the midst of the introductory session, there was a knock at the classroom door.  Upon Amelia opening the door, Chiffon Fairchild had appeared.  Her demeanor appeared light-hearted enough, which most likely meant that the situation regarding the bullied Limiter hadn’t taken a turn for the worst.

“Apologies for my tardiness, Miss Aoi,” stated Chiffon to the instructor.  “There was a situation earlier in the day and I-”

“It’s alright, Miss Fairchild,” replied Kazuha with a calming grin.  “Your classmates gave me the rundown on what happened earlier.  You need not worry about being reprimanded for this incident, given the circumstances.  You were simply carrying out your duties as student council president, plain and simple.  I just hope that Limiter is doing okay and that the aggressors are being handled appropriately.”

“Yes, the Limiter is in stable condition and should fully recover within a day or two by the looks of it,” replied Chiffon.  That statement alleviated concern on the part of Chiffon’s classmates, if the sighs of relief were any indicator of such.

“Very good,” said Kazuha.  “Well then, please take a seat, Miss Fairchild, and listen in on the introductory material.  I’m sure your fellow classmates will catch you up on whatever you missed prior to your arrival.”

“Will do, Miss Aoi,” replied Chiffon with a grin as she did just that and took a seat.

The rest of the period went along smoothly enough.  While the material came off as a bit stale in its entirety, the Pandoras had the knowledge that the course would involve a lot of hands-on elements throughout, given that it was about application as much as it was theory.  After all, reading something in a book is one thing, but doing actual physical work was certainly more engaging.  There’s quite the gap between conceptualization and implementation, to say the least.

Eventually the period came to its end with the ringing of the bell.  Kazuha said her goodbyes to the students (along with an endearing wink to Kazuya) and let them know what to expect for tomorrow’s lesson.  Once they all took their leave, the Pandoras began to ask Chiffon for details regarding the bullying incident (as was to be expected).

“Alright, alright, no need to get worked up over it,” replied Chiffon to the bombardment of questions coming from multiple directions.  “Like I said earlier, he’s fine.”

“Come on, Chiffon, give us details,” stated Arnett, being one of the more eager ones to find out what the student council president was up to while she was away.

Lucky for the group, the next period was a free period for their class schedule, so Chiffon had time to explain more about what had occurred.  The group decided to spend some time on one of the campus quads, given that the weather was nice.  Once the ladies had all found an area that was spacious enough to accomodate all of them - with Kazuya sitting in one of their laps (in this case, Rana’s) - Chiffon started updating them on the Limiter from earlier.

“His name is Michael McCall, and he’s a second-year Limiter.  He’s American of Irish ancestry.  From what I understand, his stigmata compatibility is considered above average.  He has a gathering of Pandoras who are partnered up with him, yet he’s apparently the shy type and has difficulty forming strong emotional bonds with others, particularly with women as odd as that may sound.” said Chiffon.

“Well that’s quite the conundrum,” stated Attia.  “How’s a Limiter supposed to work well with his partners if he’s emotionally withdrawn from them?”

“It might be rooted in some kind of psychological trauma from a past event,” stipulated Elizabeth.  “Perhaps problems with a mother figure or a former girlfriend maybe.”

“Even so, that’s going to make it rather hard for him to bond well with his partners,” stated Arnett.

“Well, as surprising as this might be to hear,” replied Chiffon, “his partners are smitten with him.  They’re rather patient with the little guy, and understand that he’s hesitant to open himself up to others.  It was just a case of poor misfortune on their part that only one of them was with him during that bullying incident, though I suppose if he was completely alone that things might have turned out even worse for him.”

“So how many partners does he have anyway?” asked Ganessa.

“Well, five at a minimum, though there may be more that we don’t know of yet,” answered Chiffon.  “We’ve already met them and haven’t been formally introduced.  And I’d like to get to know them better.”

“I’m sure we all would,” stated Ticy.  “It never hurts to make more friends, after all.  We could also watch out for each other so that incidents like that are less likely to happen.  “Strength in numbers” and all that, as they say.”

“You happen to learn anything about them specifically while you were away with them?” asked Elizabeth.

“They opened up with me to some extent,” answered Chiffon, “though given that they were mainly focused about the safety of their partner, they weren’t in a particularly talkative mood at the time.  But here’s what I gleaned about each of them…”

With that, Chiffon gave a breakdown of the five Pandoras partnered up with the Limiter who they now had a full name to go by:

• Kassandra Agiad (long-braided brown hair, distinctly muscled frame, brown eyes): 3rd-year Pandora hailing from Greece, 18 years old (started her first-year term at 16 instead of 15), 11’9” tall, Volt Weapon - extendable spear named “Leonidas Spear,” ranked among the top 10 Pandoras in Genetics’s Eastern Europe branch (top ranked Pandora in Greece), nicknamed “Aquila” as her battle moniker (“Eagle” in Latin), has a younger half-brother and a younger adoptive step-brother (both Limiters)
• Eivor Varinsdottir (long-braided blonde hair, lean-but-muscular frame, scarred left cheek, blue eyes); 3rd-year Pandora hailing from Norway, 17 years old, 11’6” tall, Volt Weapon - pair of short axes nicknamed “Valkyrie’s Fists,” ranked among the top 10 Pandoras in Genetics’s Scandinavian branch (top-ranked Pandora in Norway), spent a year at Genetics UK before being transferred to West Genetics, both parents died when she was 11 years old (adopted by a family friend shortly after), has an older step-brother serving in military intelligence (not a Limiter), nicknamed “Raven” as her battle moniker
• Elise de la Serre (plush red hair, doll-like face, moderately curvy frame, turquoise eyes): 2nd-year Pandora hailing from France, 16 years old, 11’3” tall, Volt Weapon - rapier named L'epee de la Croix (“Sword of the Cross” in French), ranked among the top 5 Pandoras in Genetics French branch (known as “Genetics France”), father is a wealthy man of upper middle class status, deceased mother, has an older adoptive step-brother (brought into her family) serving as a Limiter back in France, nicknamed “Templar” as her battle moniker
• Evelyn “Evie” Frye (braided/bunned brown hair, doll-like freckled face, curvy frame, blue eyes): 3rd-year Pandora hailing from the U.K., 17 years old, 11’2” tall, Volt Weapon - kukri knife (aka “gurkha knife”) named “Assassin’s Punishment”, among the top 10 ranked Pandora at Genetics U.K. branch (known as “Genetics U.K.”), both parents deceased, has a younger twin brother serving as a Limiter back in the U.K., nicknamed “Deadly Detective” as her battle moniker
• Dani Rojas (tan skin, scarring along left temple, lean frame, dark brown hair, hazel eyes): 3rd-year Pandora hailing from Cuba, 18 years old (started her 1st-year term at age 16, like Kassandra), 11’2” tall, Volt Weapon - machete named La Venganza del Diablo (“Devil’s Vengeance” in Spanish), orphaned street kid, both parents dead, no siblings, ranked among the top 10 Pandoras at Genetics Caribbean branch (top-ranked Pandora in Cuba), nicknamed “Guerilla” as her battle moniker

“Well well well,” remarked Ganessa with a tone of voice indicating how impressed she was, “that’s quite a lot of information to get out of them in such a rather short amount of time.  How did you get them to spill the beans on so much of their personal info?”

“Chiffon has this tendency to personify trustworthiness,” commented Elizabeth.  “Given her bubbly and warming personality, it’s easy enough for most people to be willing to trust her and open up around her.  I’ve seen it in action enough times.  Most of us third-years have for that matter.”

“Elizabeth speaks true,” added Ticy. “That’s one of Chiffon’s character features that makes her exemplary as student council president.”

“A politician you can trust?  How about that!” teased Arnett in response (which got some smiles and mild chuckles out of some of her fellow third-years, knowing that she did so in playful jest.

“To be fair,” replied Chiffon, “we talked on the way over to the medical wing.  I shared some details about myself with them in order for them to open up a little to me in return.  Genuine trust is a two-way street, after all.”

“True enough,” replied Ingrid in candid fashion.

“So anyways, what should we do now?” asked Kaho.  “After this free period, we effectively have nothing else for the rest of the day.  So do you want to head back to the house or should we look for something to do around campus?”

Before another word could be said among any in the group, a new voice decided to chime in and enter the fray.

“Hey!  Chiffon!” called out a female voice.  The group then turned their attention to the source of this newcomer’s boisterous method of getting attention.

Making her way towards Kazuya’s group was a Pandora standing 10’6” and wearing the standard West Genetics uniform.  Her build was modestly curvy and her bosom appeared to be a D-cup (maybe even an E-cup).  Judging by her facial features - narrow eyes and short dark blue hair - and her light skin tone, it was a fair guess to make that she was East Asian by her ethnic background.  Her lips had some kind of distinctive gloss on them that made them shine more than would normally be the case.  In fact, she pretty much had a plethora of makeup all over herself: beauty foundation, hairspray (judging from the scent), nail polish, and both mascara AND eyeliner in combination.  Overall, this Pandora went a bit overboard when it came to dolling herself up (at least in Kazuya’s opinion).

The mystery Pandora stopped until she was just a few feet away from Kazuya and his lovely ladies.  She eyed the group, scanning them over briefly and gazing over those who she appeared to not be familiar with.  In this case, the only ones she appeared to not have history with were Ganessa, Kaho, and (of course) Kazuya., whom she gazed at for quite a few seconds and cracked a subtle grin before turning her dark brown eyes back towards Chiffon.

“Hello there, Miyabi,” replied the student council president in a friendly enough tone of voice, though from what Kazuya could discern it seemed a little “forced,” meaning that it wasn’t exactly sincere on Chiffon’s part.  “How are you today?”

“I’m doing fine, all things considered,” replied the Pandora who now had a name to go by.  “I’m certainly doing better than a Limiter who had quite the unpleasant run-in with some brutes earlier today, if the school rumors are accurate.”

“Well, I’m not one who likes to feed into school gossip,” commented Chiffon.  “I’ll just say that there WAS an altercation earlier today and those responsible have been handed over to school authorities.  I imagine that they’re going to be spending a good amount of time reflecting on what they did.”

“And if they don’t wisen up, then some of us might just pay them a visit,” muttered Arnett in response.

“Now now, Arnett,” gently chided Ticy.  “I understand your frustration about what happened earlier, but let’s not resort to vigilantism so soon after what happened.  Last I checked, we still lived in a society of laws, so the authorities will dole out whatever punishment that those three are currently accused of.”

“Fair enough point,” added Attia.  “But I’d wager that if the punishment isn’t severe enough, then at least one of that Limiter’s Pandoras will go hunting for the whole lot of them and bring whatever is left of her to the nearest taxidermy to be stuffed and mounted like a trophy.”

“Either that, or find a nice barren plot of land to dig a fresh, unmarked grave,” commented Creo.

“More like three graves,” added Ingrid.

“Ladies, please,” said Elizabeth.  “Let’s try to avoid talking about morbid topics right now, especially in front of Kazuya.”  The Mably heiress could tell simply by looking at the Limiter in Rana’s embrace that the conversation was making him a little uneasy.  After all, when you’re in the presence of beings who are around twice your height and they start going down the conversational rabbit hole on topics like revenge and bodily harm, you tend to instinctively get quiet, not wanting to say anything that might upset them and risk turning their ire towards you.

For her part, Rana Linchen simply increased her hold on Kazuya, tenderly pressing him against her bosom as she borderline snuggled the freshman Limiter against her being (and feeling enraptured in a state of semi-erotic bliss all the while).

Whether it was out of honest ignorance or not wanting to have his mind drift on perverted thoughts, Kazuya was rather unaware of just how much his very presence made the hearts of ALL his partners-to-be flutter.  Some of them just happened to mask it slightly better than others.  Those like Rana and Satellizer were simply more open in their shows of affection towards the young man, but it was a sentiment that was shared among ALL of Kazuya’s clique/harem-in-the-making.

At this point, Miyabi turned her attention towards Kazuya, sitting securely nestled in Rana’s lap with her arms protectively holding him all the while.  She then grinned once more while licking her lips and spoke once more.

“So then,” began Miyabi, “mind telling me who your little friend is here?  I don’t believe we’ve had the PLEASURE of an introduction.”  On the word “pleasure,” Miyabi spoke in a tone of haughty sultriness, as if she were some kind of professional lounge singer or the madame of a high-class brothel.  Such a gesture made some of the other Pandoras roll their eyes or sigh in exasperation.

“Alright then,” replied Chiffon, turning her gaze towards Kazuya and gesturing with her arm.  “Kazuya, this person is Miyabi Kannazuki, a third-year Pandora here at West Genetics and hailing from Japan.  If I remember right…what was your rank again, Miyabi?”

“Fifteenth,” replied Miyabi, who seemed slightly irked in her tone at having to reveal her Pandora ranking, especially in the presence of third-year Pandoras who were ALL above her ranking.