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.

“Aww, come on now,” cooed Arnett.  “Fifteenth isn’t so bad, Miyabi.  Maybe at the next Carnival, you can make the top 10.  I’m sure that would impress the military brass.”

“Come on now, Arnett, don’t be like that please,” whispered Ticy in gentle admonishment.

“In any case,” declared Miyabi, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, young man.”  She leaned forwards, bending at the waistline and letting her bosom dangle like perfectly ripened fruity before Kazuya.  The way she leered at him indicated that she was eyeing him like he was a big, juicy steak and she was a starving lioness.  It wasn’t a malicious look like the one that the Pandora named Petty gave earlier, but it DID have sexual undertones indicating that Miyabi had one thing in mind when she gazed at Kazuya in Rana’s embrace (which made the Tibetan Pandora tighten her hold and wrap her arms around Kazuya all the more as she puffed her cheeks and furrowed her eyebrows in a defensive posture).

“Umm…hello there, Miss Kannazuki,” replied Kazuya.  “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Please, call me Miyabi,” insisted the sex-hungry Pandora as she encroached on Kazuya’s personal space.  Before he even realized it, Miyabi’s face was about a foot or so from Kazuya’s own face, with her pretty much filling his view and overwhelming his nostrils with the cocktail mix of perfume and makeup products which she covered herself in.  From Kazuya’s perspective, the aroma wasn’t particularly distasteful, but it WAS overbearing.

“And your name is?” inquired Miyabi as she locked eyes with Kazuya.

“K-Kazuya Aoi, ma’am,” replied a rather flustered Kazuya.

“Aoi?” inquired Miyabi.  “By chance, you’re not related to Gengo Aoi and his granddaughter, are you?”  The look on Miyabi’s face showed that she was equal parts curious and awed (assuming if she was right in her questioning).

“As a matter of fact, he is,” replied Elizabeth.  “He is Chairman Gengo Aoi’s grandson and Instructor Kazuha Aoi’s younger brother.”

“My my my,” cooed Miyabi, “it looks like our school is graced with the presence of an outright celebrity.  I know I’ve said it already, but it most certainly is a PLEASURE to make your acquaintance, Kazuya.”  The leering look in Miyabi’s eyes indicated that she was getting turned on even moreso, now that she knew just who the Limiter before her was.  It looked like any second she was ready to straight-up plant her lips upon his or even take things into more “adult-rated” territory, when suddenly her shoulder was gripped hard and stopping her advance upon the Limiter.

Turning around, Miyabi came face-to-face with one Sattelizer L. Bridget…and the buxom blue-eyed blonde was staring down the blue-haired seductress with borderline murder in her eyes.

Satellizer wasn’t much for conversation most of the time, but the look on her face pretty much said all that needed to be said in that very moment:  “Back. Off. Bitch.”

“Well now, Miss L. Bridget,” replied Miyabi with clearly strained formalities, “I didn’t see you there.  Care to explain why you feel the need to lay your hands on me all of a sudden?  Is this some kind of mock battle we’re about to have?”  The looks on both Miyabi’s face and Satellizer’s indicated that a catfight could possibly break out at any minute now.

“Miyabi,” stated Attia.  “Two things I think I should bring up, given that they’re both somewhat interconnected.”

“And what would they be, Miss Simmons?” asked Miyabi, still keeping her gaze focused on Satellizer all the while.

“First off, I like to think I don’t need to remind you of your rank relative to Satellizer’s in comparison.  While such a difference could change under a formal Carnival setting or in an officially approved one-on-one combat match at any Genetics facility, as things currently stand, Satellizer is ranked fourth in our class, compared to your rank of fifteen.  Do you REALLY want to throw down against somebody who is more than ten slots ahead of you in ranking?”

Miyabi simply paused in silence, taking in what Attia informed her of.

“If that isn’t enough for you to reconsider the situation,” continued Attia, “need I remind you of what Satellizer did to your during our second-year Carnival?  I’d rather not get into the details, especially in front of our Limiter, but if you’d like a refresher, I can give you the abridged version.”

Upon this statement, Miyabi seized up a little bit, biting her lip in angst and frustration.  Clearly, she would rather not have to relive what happened between her and Satellizer just a year ago during the Carnival they were both in…and just how brutal of a beatdown Satellizer had given Miyabi back in those days.

Swallowing her pride, Miyabi simply huffed and relented, which rewarded her with Satellizer easing up her grip on the blue-haired Pandora’s shoulder in response.  Miyabi simply decided that making her exit was in her best interest, given how her presence was bringing out the more militaristic side of some of her fellow Pandoras - especially in the cases of Satellizer and Rana.

“Alright then, I can take a hint,” grumbled Miyabi.  “It was nice catching up with all of you…” Miyabi scanned the group before gazing upon Kazuya once more.  “And it was certainly a WONDERFUL experience to be acquainted with you, Kazuya.”  Miyabi finished the statement by blowing the young man a kiss before sashaying off until she was out of sight, letting her hips sway all the while as she parted (no doubt hoping Kazuya would get a good look at her ass as she faded off into the distance).

There was a momentary silence as the group took in the situation which had just occurred.  Kazuya was tempted to speak up, yet he was beaten to the finish line in asking the question that was on his mind, in this case by Kaho Hiragi.

“So…who was that exactly, if I’m not being out of line in asking?” said Kaho somewhat nervously.

“No need to be nervous or feel any tension among us, dear Kaho,” said Chiffon rather assuredly, with all the other Pandoras giving looks on their faces conveying the same sentiment.  “You are in good company here.  To answer your question, that was Miyabi Kannazuki, a fellow third-year here at West Genetics, though that much was already revealed upon her arrival I suppose.”  Chiffon ended with a chuckle.

“As to who she is as a person, that’s a little bit more…how to put it…explicit, I suppose?” added Ticy in elaboration.

“In what way?” inquired Ganessa.  “I’m sorry to say that as a second year, I’m afraid I haven’t heard of Miss Kannazuki up until now, nor do I know of her personality or anything else of cher character.”

“Well, to put things in a somewhat blunt manner,” stated Elizabeth, “Miyabi is…I suppose there’s no gentle way of putting it, unfortunately?”

“She’s…what?” asked both Ganessa and Kaho simultaneously (what are the odds?!)

“She’s a slut.” stated Arnett, Creo, Attia, and Ingrid, also simultaneously [*I know, highly improbable].

That statement took Kazuya, Kaho, and Ganessa all by surprise, with the latter two blushing somewhat out of embarrassment after hearing that universal declaration.  The looks on the faces of the remaining third-years indicated that while they didn’t necessarily approve of that word being used, they couldn’t deny that it was a rather apt descriptor.

“While I’m very reluctant to agree with such a crass term for our fellow third-year,” continued Chiffon, “Miyabi DOES have an interest in going after others for…self-gratification, in a way of wording things.  Though she’s not necessarily turned off to female companionship, she has a particularly strong hunger for men, therefore whenever she spots a Limiter which she isn’t acquainted with, she immediately takes notice and figures out if she can snare him in and…well…I’m guessing you can connect the dots on that…”  Chiffon finished with a blush as she held a hand to her cheeks in mild embarrassment.

“Miyabi has a history of pursuing other Limiters,” elaborated Ticy.  “She sees the setup between Pandoras and Limiters and effectively wants to do the same thing, but more so in reverse, with her as the proverbial sun of her little group and all the Limiters she can ensnare revolving around her like planets in a solar system.”

“It’s something that we’ve seen her try more than once in the past,” stated Elizabeth rather bluntly.  “I’m guessing that she engages in it partly to satisfy her urges, but also out of spite towards other Pandoras.  From what I've heard, she makes frequent "visits" to at least three other Limiters on a somewhat regular basis, but the actual number could be higher than that, given her appetite and drive.”

“So in the long and short of it, you’re saying that she’s a bully?” asked Ganessa.

“In a way yes,” stated Arnett, “but not the violent type like those three we saw earlier.  She tends to be the more “spider-like” type, just waiting for the right opportunity to lure you into her web before she decides to devour you, figuratively speaking of course.  The only time Miyabi MIGHT consider getting violent is if she’s after a Limiter who she REALLY wants to get into bed with super bad.  Of course, with our dear little Kazuya, she might just be stubborn and hungry enough to try and pull something, assuming she ever gets the chance to catch him alone, of course.”

“Miyabi has a better chance of becoming top-ranked Pandora in our class before something like THAT ends up happening,” replied Ingrid, getting nods of agreement from Attia and Creo.

“Not to mention what Satellizer would almost assuredly do to her if she even attempted such a move,” added Attia.  “It would make what she did in last year’s Carnival look like a day at the spa by comparison I’d wager.”

On hearing this, Satellizer’s reaction was a mix of embarrassment with a touch of shame.  Clearly, she didn’t like the idea of Kazuya hearing about her more violent streak from days back in the past.  Surprisingly enough, it was Kazuya who stood up for her, as if sensing her emotions right there and then when he saw her reaction.

“Ladies, please,” insisted Kazuya.  “Let’s not dig up unpleasantries from the past, please?”  The tone in his voice had conveyed the message to all the other Pandoras, which humbled the more talkative types into acquiescing and respecting his request…while it made Satellizer’s heart flutter and her eyes widened, focusing on the Limiter in Rana’s lap all the more.  A part of her was ready to take him into her arms right there and deep-throat kiss him out of gratitude for his considerate nature.

“That’s our Kazuya for you, always the gentleman,” cooed Rana with an endearing grin as she maintained her firm but gentle embrace of the young man, hugging him all the more deeper and deeper into her torso and sandwiching his head so that her bosom was surrounding it (he could see it out of the corners of his eyes as they darted from side to side).

‘Satellizer might be the biggest of the bunch,’ thought Kazuya at that moment, ‘but Rana’s chest is certainly nothing to sneeze at either.’  Hell, the sensation of having the bosom of ANY of these women pressed against him certainly got Kazuya alert and quite attentive.  Even Attia’s bosom (being the smallest of the bunch) was impressive enough in its own regard, for even if she was the shortest/smallest out of the group, she was still a solid ten feet tall, which made her breasts easily more than a handful from Kazuya’s point of view.

Ironically enough, it was at that very moment that Kazuya’s group decided to take their leave and head back towards their mansion/palace/compound…and the next member who was considered to be Kazuya’s “chaperone” (meaning carry him around) ended up Attia Simmons.

“Are you sure, Miss Attia?” asked Kazuya as he looked up at the shortest Pandora of the bunch, wondering if the difference in their sizes being smaller (compared to the other Pandoras) would make carrying him more difficult.

In response, Attia merely snorted a chuckle as she placed a hand on her hip as she tilted her head to the side as she glanced down at the Limiter standing before her.  Apparently, she was quick enough to catch onto Kazuya’s concern in him not wanting to be a physical burden on her part.  It was a trait of his that was rather endearing…which was why all the women assembled had agreed into being his partner(s) in the midst of this whole harem-in-the-making.

“Alright…two things you need to be informed of, Kazuya,” sighed Attia in response, right before leaning down and scooping up the Limiter in her arms, carrying him ‘bridal style’ as opposed to propped up against her torso and bosom.  The action certainly caught him off guard and made his heart skip a beat, which in turn made Attia’s cheeks tingle with a blush signifying her delight at his reaction.

“First off, we’ve been over this already,” continued Attia.  “No need for any use of “Miss” or “Ma’am” when speaking to any of us, period.  Just the first name is fine, understand?”  At this point, Attia had leaned forward slightly as she held Kazuya in her arms, with her face just inches away from his (which resulted in her feminine fragrances starting to invade Kazuya’s nostrils and enticing him in the process).

“Yes, miss,” replied Kazuya.

“I’m sorry, what was that, Kazuya?” replied the silver-haired Pandora with a coy grin.

“I mean, yes Attia,” said Kazuya, correcting himself.

“I swear, you’re too much of a gentleman for your own good, you know that?” sighed Attia as she proceeded on to her other point.  “And while your concern is certainly touching, don’t go thinking that just because I’m not as tall as Chiffon or the others that I’ll struggle in my duties as a Pandora.  Do I look like I’m having difficulty right at the moment?”

Sure enough, Kazuya looked down and saw that he was probably a good five or six feet off the ground.  Given that Attia was an even ten feet in height, her waistline would be around the five-foot mark (give or take an inch roughly speaking).  And since she was holding Kazuya in both arms in the aforementioned “bridal style” up against her torso and just below her modest bosom, that would put him at around five to six feet in the air.  And indeed, it appeared as though Attia wasn’t grunting or showing signs of significant exertion in holding the Limiter in her embrace.

It was just another reminder of the raw power which Pandoras held in the core of their very beings.  After all, when a woman undergoes “Pandorification” as some termed it, her musculature increases substantially in order to support such a large body, and when you factor in the additional increases in overall physical capabilities - endurance, stamina, agility, raw strength, and of course speed (Acceleration, enough said) - then pretty much ANY Pandora could probably sling several hundreds of pounds over her shoulder with the same ease that any fully-grown healthy adult male would haul a backpack over his shoulder.

Who knows, in the cases of the more physically pronounced types like Ingrid, Creo, or Rana, they might be able to lift literal TONS over their heads with little effort.  And if Chiffon was ranked first in her class, then how much raw strength was hidden in her rather bewitchingly feminine frame?  Could she lift a ton?  Two tons?  Five or ten?  Could she even possibly throw a multi-ton object with the same ease that a professional athlete could chuck a baseball or football?  The possibilities were as awe-inducing as they were frightening.

“N-no, Attia,” replied Kazuya in response to Attia’s second point (in the form of an obvious question).

“Molto bene,” grinned the silver-colored drill-haired Pandora…then followed through with a brief five-second kiss on Kazuya’s lips as she leaned in, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the moment (all while making Kazuya’s eyes widen at how surprisingly forward she was being in that very moment).

“Well well well,” cooed Arnett at the sight before her, “I must say, you don’t strike me as being so brazen with that sort of thing, Attia.”  The mentioned Pandora simply turned her head towards the redhead and playfully stuck out her tongue while winking one eye before responding.

“Last I checked,” began Attia, “I AM one of Kazuya’s partners-to-be, so is it really THAT surprising for me to get my share of the fun, at least from time to time?  I mean, I WAS in on the big bathing session with everyone just yesterday, so it’s not like I’m just some outside observer in this whole group setup.”

“Fair point,” commented Creo in response.

“No argument there,” added Ingrid.

“Fair enough,” snorted Arnett with her own grin, knowing when she was beaten in the realm of arguments (though in this case it was really more like playful back-and-forth teasing).

“Well then, shall we be off, ladies?” asked Chiffon to the whole group.

A moment later, with the sun beginning its descent and signaling that dusk was starting to visit upon West Genetics, Kazuya and his partners/classmates/housemates made their way back home, with Kazuya riding in Attia’s embrace all the while.