Chapter 144: Redwoods Gate. Virginity delay explanations. +18

You shift your weight slightly, breaking the silence that settled after Albedo's rotation assignment. "In other news, I'm sorry to say that because we left a portal open all night, there won't be jet ski portals today."

Yoruichi glances up from her coffee with mild disappointment.

"Instead I figured I'd open one to a forest for the day," you continue. "Say back to Trinidad's redwoods. With the forest between ocean and mountains, you could stretch your legs while on land."

Erza straightens immediately. "That would be excellent. Liza needs varied terrain for combat training - slopes and uneven ground build different muscle groups than flat deck work."

Sango nods once, her expression settling into something more focused. "Natural environment. Better than steel corridors."

You catch Sango's eye deliberately, then speak through the telepathy web for privacy. "Would you watch over Tuka specifically? She wanted to grieve in a forest."

Sango's brown eyes hold yours for three heartbeats before she responds silently. "Yes. I understand that need."

The exchange takes less than two seconds. No one else reacts.

Riveria speaks from her position near the wall. "Forest access provides reconnaissance training opportunities. Dimensional travelers lacking wilderness experience should rotate through in supervised pairs."

"I'll coordinate rotation schedules," Maria offers from the counter. "Two-hour blocks starting after breakfast. Combat training, recreation, personal wandering - whatever each person needs."

Albedo's golden eyes gleam. "Sensible. Confining powerful combatants to ship corridors breeds tension. Controlled external access relieves pressure."

C.C. finishes another pizza slice. "So we've established governance frameworks and forest access. What's the timeline for Gate testing? Homeworld return evaluations need to happen before people commit to permanent stay."

Kurumu looks up sharply from her corner table, purple eyes tracking the conversation with sudden intensity before returning to her tablet.

Rin shifts in her chair. "Gate testing determines everything. My storyline supposedly hasn't started entirely - if return is safe, I might reclaim my territory. If not, permanent integration makes sense."

Robin taps the table once. "Nami's timeline apparently is missing me entirely. Testing reveals whether our timelines are stable or if dimensional displacement created cascading changes."

The galley attention focuses on you, waiting.

Bulma's projection still displays the Standard Terms text behind you, blue light casting shadows across the assembled women.

You lean back slightly, letting the projection's blue light illuminate your expression. "That's the problem with testing. While success may be eventually guaranteed, our concept of 'eventually' is almost endless. I'll continue testing regularly, but we stepped into resurrection and mind control testing because Gates hit a block."

Rin shifts in her chair, listening intently.

"Resurrection was a surprising success with a mild catch due to death conditions. We've yet to find an unacceptable price to the spell - I feel fine as the caster, and the individuals who came back appear well despite some technically major mental issues."

Rika's expression tightens slightly. "Sarah Mitchell recovered naturally. Jessica Park stabilized immediately. Ashley Chen chose Navy integration without hesitation. Those aren't 'major mental issues' - they're processing."

"Fair point," you acknowledge. "As for mind control - also an impressive success. One I now need to add a few more spells to our Anchoring Bands to protect us all from."

Albedo's golden eyes gleam. "Prudent. If you can dominate others, others could potentially dominate you."

"Or any of you... Which brings us back to Gates," you continue. "They haven't changed their results. The spell for some reason yet to be identified fails to leave this world. Thankfully it doesn't backlash in any way - simply fails. Which means I'll continue regular testing while we also test some other spells that might give us a breakthrough."

Shinobu speaks from her position near the wall. "How often are you testing?"

"Daily attempts when practical," you reply. "Different targets mainly. So far - nothing."

Kurumi looks up from her corner table, purple eyes tracking your expression. "Timelines I can see have yet to have a success. Your spell functions correctly, it's either something we're doing wrong or something isn't letting us out."

C.C. finishes another pizza slice. "So we're trapped."

"Potentially," you confirm. "But I'm not giving up yet. There are other spells to try - planar shift variants, ethereal transitions, shadow walk adaptations. Something might work."

Riveria nods once. "Logical approach. Continue testing while building functional infrastructure here. If return becomes possible, excellent. If not, we've already committed to permanent integration."

Maria speaks from the counter. "How soon do you want protective enchantments added to everyone's Anchoring Bands?"

"I'll do that in the next few hours," you state. "Protection from Evil and Mindblank to ward against summoned creatures and mind manipulation in addition a few other things. Should cost around fifty mana upkeep per person daily."

Nami's eyes widen slightly. "That's... one-thousand three hundred mana per day for all of us."

"Network can support it easily," you confirm. "Better to prevent problems than fix them."

The galley settles into thoughtful silence for several heartbeats.

You straighten from your position near the projection. "Before we break - where on the ship should I place the Trinidad gate? Somewhere with deck space, I'm thinking."

Erza speaks immediately. "Flight deck aft section. Clear sightlines, open to sky, easy access for rotation groups."

"Good call." You pull out your phone, Scrying towards Trinidad's redwood forest. Dawn hasn't broken yet over the Pacific coast. The forest stands silent and empty under starlight, fog rolling through the massive tree trunks in lazy sheets. No movement. No threats.

You dismiss the sight and nod once. "Safe for now. I'll open it within thirty minutes."

The galley begins breaking up naturally - women rising, stretching, collecting empty coffee mugs. You catch Mikasa's eye deliberately across the room, then Hinata's near the counter, then Kurumi's at the corner table. Each holds your gaze for exactly two heartbeats before looking away.

You don't say anything. You simply turn and walk toward the corridor.

Footsteps follow behind you - three sets, perfectly coordinated without discussion.

The walk to Mikasa's motorhome takes less than three minutes through the Anchorage's corridors. You palm the door open and step inside, hearing it seal behind all four of you with a soft magnetic click.

The interior remains exactly as Mikasa maintains it - minimalist, spotlessly clean, everything precisely positioned. The narrow table divides the living space from the sleeping area beyond.

You turn to face Mikasa directly. "Strip."

Her hair shifts as she tilts her head slightly, dark eyes meeting yours. "You knew about the library."

"Of course I knew," you reply evenly. "You positioned yourself as guard specifically to enable their ambush. Very protective of you - making sure they got what they needed with consent."

Mikasa's expression doesn't change, but her hands move immediately to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. Sports bra follows. Pants. Underwear. She stands completely naked within fifteen seconds, muscular frame on full display.

"Hinata. Kurumi. Sit on the table. Face me."

Both women move to comply without hesitation. Hinata settles onto the table's edge first, lavender eyes tracking your movements. Kurumi slides up beside her, heterochromatic gaze gleaming with anticipation, French maid skirt riding high on her thighs.

You step directly in front of them, fingers working your belt buckle. "Kurumi, help Hinata with her top."

Kurumi's smile curves wickedly as she reaches for Hinata's uniform. "With pleasure, Master."

She works slowly, deliberately, peeling open to reveal Hinata's modest breasts contained in her simple bra. Kurumi's fingers trace the fabric's edge before unhooking the clasp, letting it fall away.

Hinata's breath catches softly, nipples hardening.

Kurumi leans back slightly, hands moving to her own uniform. She unfastens the high collar, then the buttons running down her torso, letting the maid dress fall open to expose her breasts completely. No bra underneath. She cups them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples. "Fair is fair, wouldn't you say?"

Your cock is already hardening as you free it from your pants. "Mikasa. Lay on the table. Wrap your legs around me."

Mikasa moves with perfect efficiency, climbing onto the table between Hinata and Kurumi, spreading her thighs wide as she reclines back on her elbows. Her pussy glistens slightly in the motorhome's soft lighting.

You step between her legs, cock aligned with her entrance. Your left hand reaches for Kurumi's exposed breast, thumb circling her nipple. Your right hand slides between Hinata's thighs, finding her already wet through her panties.

Then you push forward slowly, feeling Mikasa's heat engulf you inch by inch as both your hands begin moving in gentle, deliberate circles.

Your hips rock forward slowly, Mikasa's insides gripping you as she lies back on the table between Hinata and Kurumi. Your left hand circles Kurumi's clit gently while your right hand slides two fingers into Hinata's wetness, curling to find that spot that makes her breath catch.

You open the telepathy web carefully, making it optional, directing it towards the virgins. "I know I just ended one group meeting, but this is optional - mainly for those interested in me. I need to confess something that's been slowing me down."

You almost feel attention snap toward the channel immediately. Albedo's sharp presence. Nova's curiosity. Riveria's focus narrowing.

"One thing delaying claiming your virginity is that I want to set up meaningful situations for each of you." Your fingers continue their steady rhythm as you speak through the web. "Albedo - as an example. The leader of my former nation had a famous office and desk. I'm considering claiming your purity on the desk of the ruler of my former nation. Would that be an acceptable event to celebrate your purity?"

Albedo's response comes immediately, you can hear her pride and eagerness. "The Oval Office desk. Yes. That would be... extraordinarily appropriate. Taking me where power once resided, claiming me as yours in the heart of your homelands fallen authority."

Mikasa's pussy clenches around you as you thrust deeper, her hands gripping the table's edge.

"Similarly, I want to set up events for each of you," you continue. "The question is: what events do each of you want to coincide with losing your virginity? Consider it and get back to me later."

Silence stretches for three heartbeats.

Then Nami's voice cuts through, sharp and certain. "Bridge of the Anchorage. Captain's chair. No one else present except maybe Maria coordinating watch schedules. I want it to be mine - my ship, my moment."

Riveria responds next, measured and deliberate. "After Alfheim conquest would be a fantasy. In the royal chambers as your acknowledged queen-wife. The symbolism would matter - claiming me as yours in the place I'll rule beside you. That said, while I enjoy forests I'd prefer a bed to be impregnated in, we can have celebratory sex after we reach my homeland."

Erza's transmission carries quiet intensity. "Fairy Tail guildhall. If we can reach it. Where my family would have celebrated if they'd known. I want them to witness through location even if they can't be present."

Bulma's response comes with characteristic directness. "Capsule Corp lab. On the workbench where I built my first serious invention. Where I created things that mattered - I want you to take me there."

Sinon speaks hesitantly. "Shooting range. After I've completed advanced firearms certification with Rika. Somewhere that proves I'm more than my avatar, more than my fear."

Nova's playful tone filters through. "Request delayed response. Require tactical assessment of available scenarios. Proposal: starship observation deck after dimensional Gate activation. Symbolic of multiversal integration."

Liza's transmission comes quietly, almost shy. "Forest. These red-woods maybe. Somewhere natural, somewhere that doesn't remind me of captivity or steel corridors."

Emilia responds carefully thoughtful. "Somewhere with ice present. A frozen lake or winter forest. Somewhere that honors what I am rather than requiring me to hide it."

Tuka's voice carries through the translation layer. "My father's grave. After we've built it properly in the forest. So he knows I've chosen to continue living."

Kurumu speaks from the galley table where she's reading, "I need to finish the series first. But... probably somewhere that proves you chose me over the fictional version. Somewhere real."

Hinata gasps as your fingers curl deeper, her pussy clenching around them. Through the web her voice comes soft. "Already answered this. Anywhere you order me. My virginity belongs to Goshujin-sama's discretion."

Kurumi arches into your hand, her response breathless. "Anywhere with multiple versions of me present via clones. I want all of me to experience it simultaneously."

Rei's flat affect translates even through telepathy. "Insufficient context to form preference. Require observational data from others' experiences before determining appropriate scenario."

The web goes quiet.

Your thumb circles Kurumi's clit with steady pressure while your fingers curl deeper inside Hinata, finding a spot that makes her thighs tremble. Mikasa's legs wrap you tighter into her clenching pussy around your cock as you thrust, her hands gripping the table's edge.

"Thank you," you send through the telepathy web to each respondent. "For trusting me with something this meaningful. For letting me make it special instead of rushed."

Albedo's response comes immediately. "The Oval Office will be extraordinary. I'll ensure proper arrangements."

Nami's transmission carries heat. "Bridge. Captain's chair. Soon."

Riveria's measured tone follows. "Perhaps at the top of a castle or monument?"

You thrust hard into Mikasa, feeling her body arch beneath you. Her dark eyes meet yours, completely focused, completely present. Your left hand increases pressure on Kurumi's clit while your right hand pumps faster into Hinata.

"Goshujin-sama," Hinata gasps, her lavender eyes wide. "I'm-"

"Together," you command layering through the web, directing it to the three women physically present. "All three of you. Now."

Mikasa's legs tighten around your waist as her pussy spasms hard, her climax hitting like a wave. Kurumi cries out beside her, heterochromatic eyes rolling back as her body convulses against your hand. Hinata's pussy clamps down on your fingers, her entire frame shaking as she comes.

Your own orgasm surges through you a heartbeat later, cock pulsing deep inside Mikasa as you empty yourself into her. The sensation spreads through your entire body - heat, pressure, release cascading through nerve endings as you continue thrusting through the climax.

Mikasa's breathing comes in ragged gasps beneath you. Kurumi slumps forward against the table, her breasts heaving. Hinata's thighs tremble uncontrollably as aftershocks ripple through her.

You withdraw slowly from all three women, stepping back to survey them. Mikasa remains sprawled on the table, cum leaking from her pussy. Kurumi's eyes flutter half-closed, satisfied smile playing across her lips. Hinata's face is flushed deep red, her body still twitching occasionally.

The motorhome interior temporarily smells of sex and sweat. Dawn almost breaking outside.

Kurumi speaks first, voice breathless. "Master's coordination... impressive as always."

Mikasa sits up slowly, muscles flexing. "You acknowledged the library positioning."

"Of course I did," you reply simply. "It was well done and I enjoyed it knowing you were keeping us safe.."

Hinata remains quiet, still processing the intensity of synchronized climax through submissive perspective.