Chapter 126: Rei Ayanami Arrival and introduction. Albedo’s playing +18

Blue hair plastered to her head. School uniform completely soaked. Wide aqua-colored eyes behind water-spotted glasses.

You react immediately, reaching out with one hand as you focus your skill, Appraise.

The information flows into your awareness:

[Rei Ayanami]

[Neon Genesis Evangelion/Human (Clone)/Excellent physical condition, mild shock from sudden displacement]

[No Magical System/Enhanced pain tolerance, rapid healing factor (suppressed)]

[Notable Skills: Pilot training, tactical analysis, emotional suppression]

[Special Note: iteration of Rei series; possesses fragmented memories from previous iterations. Extremely low emotional expression baseline.]

The girl - Rei - continues treading water, her movements efficient but her expression remarkably blank despite the dramatic entrance.

"Another one," Musashi observes, her hand dropping to where her sword would normally rest.

Nova's posture shifts subtly toward combat readiness despite her casual appearance.

Albedo simply watches, analytical and calm.

You raise your voice, calling down to the waterlogged arrival. "It's alright! You're safe! It's been a few days since the previous dimensional appearance, but we've had several others arrive the same way!"

Rei's aqua eyes fix on you with unnerving intensity. She doesn't panic, doesn't thrash. Just treads water with mechanical efficiency while processing your words.

"Dimensional displacement," she states, her voice flat and emotionless even while soaked and floating in an well deck. "Confirm. This is not Tokyo-3."

"No," you confirm, extending your hand toward the edge of the platform. "Can you swim to the platform? We'll get you aboard and explain everything."

Rei begins swimming with the same efficient, mechanical precision she applied to treading water. No wasted movement. No visible emotional response to her situation.

Nova leans closer to you, her voice low. "She's... remarkably calm for someone who just fell out of reality."

"Shock, maybe," Musashi suggests, though her tone carries doubt.

"Or training," Albedo adds quietly. "Some warriors are taught to suppress emotional response during crisis situations."

Rei reaches the platform, and you kneel down, offering your hand. She takes it without hesitation - her grip is cool from the water but steady. You pull, and she uses the momentum efficiently to climb onto the metal surface.

Water streams from her school uniform - a white short-sleeved shirt now completely translucent, revealing a simple white bra beneath. Her blue skirt clings to her slender thighs. Her blue hair hangs in wet strands around her pale face.

She stands there, dripping, and looks at you with those unsettlingly calm aqua eyes.

"Explanation requested," she says simply.

You kneel down to meet Rei's eye level, extending your hand. "I'm Brad. You've just been pulled from your reality into ours through what we call dimensional displacement. It's been happening for a few days now."

Rei's aqua eyes study you with unsettling directness, water still streaming from her soaked school uniform. The white shirt clings transparently to her torso, outlining her modest figure beneath. She doesn't seem to register the exposure.

"Dimensional displacement," she repeats in that same flat monotone. "Mechanism?"

"Magic," you reply simply. "It was newly introduced to this world, method or reason unknown. It triggered two simultaneous catastrophes - a zombie plague that is killing roughly half the population, and these dimensional breaches pulling people from other realities."

Rei processes this with zero visible emotional response. "Understood. Current threat status?"

"Zombies and humans are the primary threat, but we've secured this vessel and established safe zones. You're not in immediate danger." You pull a simple silver ring from your inventory, focusing mana into it as you speak. The enchantment takes shape quickly - you've done this enough times that the pattern flows almost automatically.

The Anchoring Band pulses with completed magic, warm against your palm. You offer it to Rei. "Wear this. It's called an Anchoring Band - it locks you to this timeline and prevents further displacement. It also connects you to our telepathy network so you can communicate with the other dimensional travelers."

Rei takes the ring without hesitation, examining it briefly before sliding it onto her right ring finger. The metal adjusts itself to fit perfectly.

"Telepathy network," she states. "Mind-reading?"

"Selective communication only," you clarify. "You control what you broadcast. Think of it like a mental radio - you can listen to the general channel, send direct messages, or stay silent."

Rei nods once, her damp blue hair dripping onto the metal platform.

You stand, addressing the three women still in their swimsuits beside you. "Nova, Albedo, Musashi - this is Rei Ayanami. I'm going to make her introduction an announcement to the others."

Nova moves closer, her dark blue bikini still wet from the ocean. "Another one from a military background, from the look of her."

"Evangelion pilot," Rei confirms without prompting. "Unit-00. Synchronization training was interrupted."

Albedo's analytical gaze sharpens. "Evangelion pilot. That suggests combat capability against non-human threats."

You focus on the telepathy web, broadcasting to all connected members. "Everyone, we have a new arrival. Rei Ayanami from Neon Genesis Evangelion - she's a Eva pilot from her world, which means giant biomechanical combat experience. She's currently on the well deck with me, Nova, Albedo, and Musashi. Her emotional presentation is extremely flat - that's baseline for her, not shock. Treat it as normal."

Riveria's presence responds first through the web. "Understood, Master. I'm with Tuka Luna currently. Should we come meet her?"

"Not immediately. Let her process the basics first. She'll need a basic tour and orientation."

Maria's mental voice carries amusement. "Another virgin for your collection, Master? Her world has extensive... artistic interpretations."

"Focus, Maria."

Rei's aqua eyes flick to you, a micro-expression suggesting she's hearing the telepathic chatter. Her voice remains flat. "Virgin status relevant?"

The directness catches you slightly off-guard, but her tone suggests genuine inquiry rather than embarrassment or offense.

"It's... complicated," you reply. "Several of the dimensional travelers have formed intimate relationships with me. It's voluntary and consent-based."

"Understood," Rei says. "Clarification: is intimate participation expected as condition of survival?"

"No," you answer firmly. "Safety and resources are unconditional. Intimacy is entirely separate."

Rei nods once. "Acceptable parameters."

Yoruichi's mental voice enters the web with barely suppressed laughter. "She talks like a tactical manual. I like her already."

"Rei will need the various lessons each of you have learned about this world, and the cautions against apocalypse-humanity."

Rei's aqua eyes remain fixed on you, water still dripping from her soaked school uniform. Her expression doesn't change, that same unnervingly flat affect, but you sense her attention sharpening through the telepathy connection.

"It's a bit unorthodox but I'm going to say this about the storyline Rei I know," you broadcast. "The one in front of us should be one of hundreds of clones. Her memory should be fragmented and her emotions and-or consciousness is incomplete. She has basic cleaning, firearms and self-care teachings. The combination results in her commonly being portrayed as an obedient sex-doll or sex-servant... which is rather accurate."

Several reactions pulse through the web simultaneously.

Riveria's presence carries sharp analytical interest. "Clone series with fragmented consciousness? That suggests intentional design rather than natural development."

Maria's mental voice holds carefully controlled curiosity. "Master, you're being remarkably direct. Should I be preparing to contract someone with minimal emotional baseline?"

Erza's response comes through with protective edge. "If she's been conditioned for obedience without agency, we'll need to establish genuine choice options immediately."

Rei tilts her head slightly, a micro-expression that might indicate processing. When she speaks aloud, her voice remains that same mechanical flatness. "Clone series confirmed. Third iteration. Previous iterations terminated. Fragmented memory accurate."

The clinical acknowledgment of her own nature sends a ripple through the telepathy web.

Yoruichi's mental presence carries surprised respect. "She just... accepted that without any emotional reaction. That's not shock suppression. That's genuine baseline."

You nod to Rei, then continue your broadcast. "Her world is- was a sci-fi advanced apocalypse under attack by aliens. Each one is as much conceptual as they are physical. While they were called Angels, they exist as principles that blur the line between reality and metaphysics."

Albedo's smooth voice enters the web. "Conceptual entities with physical manifestation? That suggests reality-warping capabilities. Master, you're establishing threat parameters."

"Yes, which is why," you confirm. Rei, even if I succeed in my attempts to travel dimensions, I won't be returning you to your world. Opening a gate to that universe or multiverse, is simply too dangerous.

Rei's aqua eyes study you for three full seconds before she responds. "Understood. Return not required. Alternative purpose assignment requested."

The phrasing is pure tactical report - no emotion, no protest, just immediate adaptation to new parameters.

Nova's mental voice carries professional recognition. "She's defaulting to mission-oriented thinking. Dominion did similar conditioning with Ghost operatives."

Musashi's presence adds quiet observation. "A warrior trained to accept orders without question. But warriors still need purpose beyond simple obedience."

Hinata's mental voice enters carefully. "Goshujin-sama, if she requires purpose and directive... the shinobi training might provide structure she understands."

Riveria's response comes sharp and immediate. "No. Enslavement requires genuine choice, not default compliance from someone conditioned for obedience."

Maria's presence adds controlled agreement. "Riveria-san is technically correct. Rei-san's baseline makes informed consent questionable until she develops stronger autonomy indicators."

Rei watches this exchange play across your face, letting the women debate. Her head tilts again, that mechanical curiosity.

"Information restricted," she observes aloud. "Telepathy web selective broadcast confirmed. Privacy protocols established."

Albedo's mental voice carries approval. "She's adapting to social parameters faster than expected. Intelligence remains intact despite emotional limitations."

You focus back on Rei directly. "Right now, your purpose is to learn about this world, meet the others, and figure out what you want beyond simple survival. No time requirement."

Rei processes this, then glances down at her soaked school uniform, the white shirt completely transparent against her pale skin, revealing her modest figure clearly. For the first time, a micro-expression of recognition crosses her face, no embarrassment.

"Clothing replacement required," she states. "Current attire non-functional for extended operations."

Nova steps forward with a slight smile. "We can handle that. Come on, Rei. Let's get you dried off and into something practical."

You focus briefly on the telepathy web, isolating Nova's presence. "Nova, take a note from Maria's handbook, practical yet revealing clothing will help her integrate into this new group. Or if you give it a few more minutes, the cleaning enchantment will have her dried off and clean."

Nova nods at your request, her compact frame still glistening with seawater as she guides Rei toward the interior hatch. Her response carries professional acknowledgment. "Understood. I'll coordinate with Maria on appropriate options."

You shift to the broader telepathy channel, addressing the connected group. "It might actually be a better idea to indoctrinate her to this group. As wrong as the intention sounds, she'd be better off with us than anywhere else on this world for the next hundred years, unless she wants to become some fanboy's princess or concubine somewhere."

Riveria's presence responds first, her mental voice carrying analytical precision. "Master, her baseline conditioning makes genuine choice difficult to assess. We should establish clear autonomy markers before any binding decisions."

Maria's mental tone holds quiet agreement. "Riveria-san is correct. Rei-san requires time to develop preferences beyond compliance patterns. Indoctrination would exploit her conditioning rather than offer genuine belonging."

Erza's presence adds protective firmness. She needs to learn what choice feels like before we can trust her consent. That takes time, not pressure."

"You're right and I agree, but it doesn't change the fact that by giving her the countless choices, she might make a choice we know to be wrong and aren't able to stop her because we gave her the choice."

Movement draws your attention back to the physical platform. Musashi has already departed, her silver-pink hair disappearing through the hatch with casual grace. You turn, finding Albedo standing much closer than she was moments ago.

Her white one-piece swimsuit clings to her pale skin, water droplets catching afternoon sunlight. Her black wings fold against her back, and those golden eyes study you with focused intensity.

"Master," she says quietly, her voice carrying layered meaning.

You step forward, wrapping one arm around her slender waist. Your other hand rises to grasp one of her curved black horns, the texture smooth and warm beneath your palm. She doesn't resist as you pull her into a kiss, your grip on her horn providing gentle but unmistakable control.

Albedo's lips part beneath yours, her response immediate and practiced. Her wings shiver slightly, a subtle physical tell of arousal. When you finally break the kiss, her golden eyes hold heated focus.

"Let's go to your apartment," you say, the phrasing casual but the intent clear.

Albedo's expression shifts into something between satisfaction and anticipation. "Of course, Master."

She takes your hand, leading you toward the interior hatch. Her white swimsuit emphasizes the curves of her figure as she moves, hips swaying with the grace of a succubus despite the wet fabric. The vehicle bay is not far, but your throat is dry.

You follow her through the hatch, through the Anchorage's corridors. The route takes you past crew areas and storage sections, finally emerging into the vast vehicle bay where multiple RVs and equipment are secured.

Albedo's motorhome sits on the starboard side, large with darkened windows. She opens the door, stepping inside with you following close behind. The interior is exactly what you'd expect from her, organized, elegant, with subtle gothic touches. Black and white color scheme dominates, with plush surfaces and careful attention to aesthetic detail.

The door closes behind you with a soft click, sealing you both in private space. Albedo turns to face you, her drying swimsuit leaving extra lines of coloration across her torso. Her wings spread slightly in the confined space, a display of both beauty and subtle power.

"Master," she says again, her voice dropping to intimate register. "How would you like to proceed?"

You settle into the plush chair near the motorhome's sleeping area, your gaze steady on Albedo as she stands before you. The aesthetic of her space frames her perfectly - black and white contrasts emphasizing her pale skin.

"Strip for me," you say quietly. "And pleasure yourself. I want to watch."

Albedo's golden eyes flash with heat, but she doesn't hesitate. Her hands move to the straps of her white one-piece swimsuit, peeling the damp fabric down her torso with deliberate slowness. The material clings to her curves before she works it past her hips, stepping free of it entirely.

Her body is striking in its paleness, moonlight skin without blemish, her modest breasts tipped with pale pink nipples already hardening in the motorhome's climate-controlled air. Her black wings spread slightly behind her, a display of succubus nature combined with vulnerability.

She moves to the bed, sitting on its edge with her legs parting. One hand rises to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple while her other hand trails down her flat stomach toward the junction of her thighs.

"Yes, Master," she breathes, her voice thick with arousal.

Her fingers find her sex, already glistening wet. She doesn't tease, her middle finger slides between her folds immediately, precisely circling her clit. Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling as she works herself.

You watch the flush spread across her pale skin, the way her golden eyes half-close with pleasure, the slight tremor in her wings. Her fingers move faster, two now pressing inside herself while her thumb maintains pressure on her clit.

"Master," she gasps, her free hand pinching her nipple. "I'm close-"

Her climax visibly hits, her back arching off the bed, wings spreading wide, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her inner walls clench around her own fingers. The contractions are visible in the way her stomach muscles tighten, her thighs trembling.

You rise from the chair as her orgasm subsides, moving to her side. She's still breathing hard, her skin flushed and damp with exertion. You lean down, capturing her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss that swallows her soft moan.

Your hand slides between her thighs, finding her sex still sensitive and slick. She gasps against your lips as your fingers stroke through her folds, gentle but insistent, drawing out the aftershocks of her climax.

"Master," she whimpers, her hips lifting involuntarily toward your touch.

You break the kiss, meeting her golden eyes. "Only five fingers. Service me."

Albedo shifts position immediately, her hand moving to the front of your cargo pants. She works the button and zipper with efficient grace, freeing your erection from the confines of fabric. Her pale fingers wrap around your shaft, her touch cool against heated skin.

Your hand remains between her legs, one finger sliding carefully inside her, no deeper than she'd taken herself moments ago. Her inner walls are silk-soft and incredibly hot, still pulsing with residual pleasure. You curl your finger slightly, finding the sensitive spot that makes her breath hitch.

Her hand effortlessly controls works your length, her fingers gliding from base to tip with perfect pressure. Her thumb swirls across the head, gathering the bead of moisture there and using it to slick her movements.

You lean in, kissing her again while your finger pumps slowly inside her, matching the rhythm of her hand on your cock. Her free hand clutches at your shoulder, her body trembling as pleasure builds again despite her recent climax.

The dual sensations - her tight heat around your finger, her skilled hand stroking you toward release, push you rapidly toward the edge. Your breathing roughens, your hips rocking slightly into her grip.

"That's it," you murmur against her lips. "Let me cum."

Albedo's fingers tighten fractionally, her pace increasing just enough. The pressure builds at the base of your spine, tightening through your balls before the orgasm crashes through you.

Your release pulses across her fingers, thick ropes of cum coating her pale hand and wrist. She doesn't stop stroking until you're fully spent, her golden eyes watching your face with intense satisfaction.

You withdraw your hand from between her thighs, reaching for the small towel on the nearby shelf. Gently but firmly, you clean her hand, wiping away the evidence of your climax before she can bring it to her mouth.

"Not yet," you say quietly, denying her that particular intimacy.

Once her hand is clean, you kiss her again, slower now, thorough and possessive. Then you begin trailing kisses down her jawline, across her collarbone, moving lower toward her breasts.

Your mouth closes around one pale pink nipple, your tongue circling the sensitive peak before applying suction. Albedo's gasp is sharp and immediate, her back arching to press more of her breast into your mouth.

Your hand returns between her legs, fingers stroking through her slick folds with renewed purpose.