Chapter 158: Last chores of the day. Dinner introducing Roxanne and Priestess. +18

"Exactly the logic that I considered." You lean forward, cupping Riveria's face gently as you press your lips to hers. She responds immediately, kissing back with warm deliberation before you pull away slightly.

"Could you gather Maria and join Asia's tour for Priestess and Roxanne?" you ask. "When they learn about your slavery agreement and Maria's contracts, it'd be better hearing it directly from you instead of through gossip. I know it's boring repeating yourself, but it's also a chance to explain the differences."

Riveria's jade eyes flick thoughtfully across your face. "The dress code variations," she says quietly. "Mine - obeying your femininity order. Yoruichi's exhibitionist teasing whenever she's aboard. Kurumu remaining half-dressed after her self-charm incident trying to appeal to you. And the six mind-dominated servants walking around in underwear because you ordered it."

You nod confirming. "Different reasons, similar results. Context will matter."

She nods slowly. "I'll explain it properly. Asia will appreciate backup handling Priestess's trauma responses."

She shifts to rise but pauses deliberately within your reach. Your hands slide to her hips automatically as she retrieves her white lace panties from beside the bed. She steps into them slowly, adjusting the waistband across her hips while your palms rest on her bare skin. Her bra follows - white lace matching perfectly - and she fastens it behind her back without moving away from your touch.

"Better," she murmurs, leaning down to kiss you again. This one lasts longer, her tongue sliding briefly against yours before she straightens. "I'll find Maria now."

She turns and walks toward the door, hips swaying slightly, collar catching light as she moves.

You turn your attention to Albedo and Mikasa, Both still naked, one beside you on the bed the other still mounted. Albedo's golden eyes gleam with satisfaction, her pale skin still flushed from earlier. Mikasa's dark gaze stays steady on yours, her muscular body relaxed but attentive.

You pull Albedo close first, kissing her deeply. She responds eagerly, one hand sliding to your neck as her tongue tangles with yours. When you break away, you shift immediately to Mikasa, capturing her mouth before she can speak. She makes a low sound in her throat, kissing back firmly, her hand gripping your shoulder.

When you finally pull back, you exhale slowly. "You're right - today got way longer than I expected. Let's get that Navy ship list enchanted, then join everyone for dinner. Should be perfect timing."

Albedo stretches languorously, wings flaring briefly before folding. "I'll dress and meet you at the galley, after checking the command center." she says. Her white evening gown materializes instantly from her inventory, settling perfectly across her body.

Mikasa rises smoothly from her impalement, retrieving her Survey Corps jacket from the floor. "I'll come with you," she states simply, pulling it on over bare skin without bothering with anything underneath.

You pull your black t-shirt over your head, followed quickly by your cargo pants. The fabric settles comfortably as you button up, moving beside Mikasa who's already pulled her Survey Corps jacket closed over her otherwise bare torso.

Your hand slides beneath the jacket's open front, cupping her breast firmly. She inhales sharply as your thumb circles her nipple.

"Be careful taking any ideas from Kurumi." you tell her quietly, squeezing gently.

Mikasa's dark eyes meet yours with amused understanding. "Noted," she says simply, making no move to stop your touch.

You release her breast, withdrawing your hand as you turn toward the door. "Come on. Navy ships first, then dinner."

The flight deck door swings open - and brilliant orange sunset light hits you directly in the face. You raise one hand reflexively, cursing under your breath. "Damn it."

"Dramatic timing," Mikasa observes from behind you.

You step onto the deck proper, squinting against the glare as your eyes adjust. The enchanting work requires minimal focus - you've done this hundreds of times now. Interface connections, energy conversion links, standard protective suites. Each ship accepts the magical framework smoothly, networks expanding automatically.

Ten vessels. Fifteen minutes. Routine.

Movement catches your attention near the Trinidad Gate. Multiple figures approaching together - Erza's distinctive scarlet hair visible first, followed by Liza's reptilian tail swaying behind her. Sinon walks beside them, tactical vest still in place. Sango's demon slayer armor reflects the sunset, Hiraikotsu strapped across her back. Tuka's blonde hair catches light beside Yoruichi's purple, and Musashi brings up the rear with relaxed confidence.

They've gathered into a single group for the return trip.

"Welcome back," you call out as they approach. "Everyone accounted for?"

"Training completed," Erza confirms, gesturing to Liza. "Sword and spear exercises. She's improving quickly."

Liza nods, scaled fingers flexing slightly. "Erza is patient teacher."

"Gate was quiet," Sinon adds. "No traffic from Trinidad side."

Tuka steps forward slightly, her expression thoughtful. "I finished father's grave marker," she says softly through the telepathy translation layer. "Sango stayed with me."

Sango meets your eyes directly. "We talked," she states simply. "About resurrection. About prices."

You register the weight behind those words but don't press. "Understood. We'll discuss specifics whenever you're ready."

Yoruichi stretches lazily. "Figured you'd want everyone back before closing the Gate," she says with casual confidence.

Musashi nods agreement. "Practical timing."

"Definitely appreciated," you tell them. You turn back toward the shimmering portal, focusing your will. The Gate collapses smoothly, magical energy dissipating back into the network. The Trinidad redwoods vanish, leaving only flight deck and ocean.

"Dinner should be a bit of a surprise for you all." you announce with a smirk. You gesture toward the ship's interior, leading the way without elaborating on what awaits. Mikasa falls into step beside you naturally.

The galley doors slide open.

Erza stops dead. "What-"

"Holy shit," Yoruichi breathes.

The conjured feast spreads across the entire central table - roasted meats glistening with herb-crusted perfection, vegetables in glazed arrays, breads still steaming, fruits arranged in impossible geometries. Golden platters and silver bowls gleam under the overhead lighting. The sheer abundance fills the space completely.

But it's the door that draws every eye.

Set into the galley wall where an empty wall used to be, an ornate wooden doorframe stands impossible and unmistakable. Carved details spiral around the edges, and through the open threshold, marble floors and vaulted ceilings stretch into impossible distances.

"That's not," Sinon starts, then stops.

"Extradimensional space," Musashi finishes quietly, her hand drifting toward her sword hilt reflexively before she forces it down.

Liza's scaled fingers flex against her palms. "Inside ship?"

Tuka steps forward slowly, her elven senses clearly struggling with the magical contradiction. "This shouldn't... the distances are wrong."

"They're perfect," Yoruichi counters, grinning suddenly. "Brad, you absolute bastard. When did you cast this?"

Kurumi emerges from the Mansion doorway before you can answer, still wearing her French maid outfit. Her heterochromatic eyes gleam with satisfaction.

"I've given tours to Nova, Rei, Robin, Emilia, Asia, Priestess, Riveria, Maria, C.C., Roxanne and Violet," she reports smoothly. "These eight are the last who needed introduction."

You step forward, pulling Kurumi close. She comes willingly, her lips parting as you kiss her slowly. Her tongue slides against yours deliberately, her breathing quickening slightly before you pull back.

"Thank you for handling all those tours," you tell her quietly. "Could you finish with this group before letting them loose on dinner?"

Kurumi's smile widens. "Of course, Master." She turns toward the stunned women, gesturing elegantly toward the Mansion entrance. "Shall we begin?"

You settle into the nearest chair as the galley fills with voices. Hinata claims the seat to your right immediately, Albedo taking your left with practiced grace. Both women begin serving you portions from the conjured feast without prompting - roasted meat sliced thin, glazed vegetables, still-warm bread.

"The distances are wrong," Tuka insists to Asia, gesturing emphatically toward the Mansion doorway. "I can feel the space folding back on itself. How does Brad keep it from popping?"

Asia smiles gently. "I don't think he thinks about it like that. The spell just... works."

"That's terrifying," Emilia mutters, accepting a plate from Roxanne. "Magic shouldn't be that casual."

Roxanne's attention is sharp as she moves between serving stations. "Master's capabilities exceed normal," she states matter-of-factly. "I accepts his strength."

Priestess hovers near Asia's shoulder, watching the blonde nun's movements carefully. Her fingers twist in the fabric of her white-gold robes. "Should I... help serve?"

"You're recovering," Asia tells her warmly. "Just eat. We'll be in the pharmacy from tomorrow on, though there's not much we'll be needed for."

Riveria emerges from the Mansion with Maria, both women engaging C.C. in quiet conversation near the feast table. "The storage capacity alone," Maria is saying, "could house supplies for months. Brad's essentially created portable infrastructure."

"Strategically valuable," C.C. observes, selecting grapes. "Also convenient for avoiding oversight."

Violet approaches with Robin, both carrying loaded plates. "The dimensional threshold felt unnoticeable," Violet reports. "No fluctuations during the tour."

"Kurumi was thorough," Robin agrees, settling into a seat across from you. "Showed us the bedroom suites, the baths, even the library space. It's functionally a self-contained luxury living facility."

The remaining group filters in gradually - Mikasa first, still wearing only her Survey Corps jacket and a pair of sports shorts, followed by Erza with Liza close behind. Sinon removes her tactical vest before sitting. Sango leans Hiraikotsu against the wall carefully. Tuka takes the seat beside her, still muttering about spatial mechanics. Yoruichi stretches lazily before claiming her spot, and Musashi brings up the rear with quiet confidence.

Hinata feeds you a piece of bread, her lavender eyes watching your face. Albedo follows with vegetables, her movements elegant.

Bulma stands suddenly. "Alright, everyone who hasn't seen it yet - we're watching Code Geass next. C.C., you're going to love this."

C.C.'s expression shifts to curiosity as the screen activates. The fifth episode begins - Cornelia's tactical brilliance on display, Lelouch's careful maneuvering.

C.C. goes completely still when her animated counterpart appears on screen. Her green hair, her golden eyes, her casual dismissal of Lelouch's protests.

"That's..." she breathes.

"You," Kurumu confirms cheerfully. "Apparently you're really important later."

The sixth episode follows - Lelouch's desperate chase through the hotel, the reveal of C.C.'s 'Pizza Hut' obsession, his mask literally and figuratively threatened.

C.C. watches with absolute focus, her pizza slice forgotten in her hand.

You push back from the table, rising to your feet. The conversation drops off as attention shifts toward you naturally.

"Few announcements while everyone's here," you begin. "Testing with the Magnificent Mansion isn't complete yet, but it should be safe to sleep in. Making it our new communal bedroom. We can convert the old one back to the storage room it was supposed to be."

Nods around the table. Nami exchanges glances with Bulma.

"Roxanne, Priestess - I'll warn you in case the others haven't. Our nights usually involve a partial orgy. My lovers ride me, and the virgins take turns wrapping their thighs around my face so I can service them orally."

Priestess's face flushes immediately, her hands twisting in her white-gold robes. Roxanne's stares attentively, her tail remaining perfectly still.

"If you don't want to join, that's your choice," you continue. "But I'll ask that you see it for yourself before rejecting the possibility."

"Understood, Master," Roxanne says clearly.

Priestess manages a small nod, her gaze fixed on the table.

"Lastly - non-combatants, raise your hands."

Your own hand goes up. Asia raises hers, followed by Robin, C.C., Violet, Nami, Emilia, Tuka, Kurumu, and Bulma. Priestess lifts hers hesitantly. After a moment, Rei's hand rises as well.

"Roxanne is being assigned as cooking manager to keep an eye on what we're all eating - balancing our diets properly. She's also our new exercise enforcer."

Roxanne's posture straightens noticeably, her amber eyes brightening.

"Likely after breakfast each day, she'll spend about an hour pushing or pulling you into exercising. The combatant women already do various training or self-exercise, but I've noticed some of us non-combatants haven't been getting enough physical movement while aboard ship."

"Yes, I'll be included as one of her non-combatants she needs to push around for an hour."

Kurumu laughs. "You're going to make yourself exercise?"

"Delegation requires accountability," you reply simply. "If I'm ordering it, I follow it too."

Roxanne stands smoothly. "Master, I accepts these roles with gratitude. I will ensure proper nutrition balance and appropriate exercise routines for all non-combatants."

Her tail shifts slightly - not wagging exactly, adjusting position with clear satisfaction.

"Will morning exercises be group activities, or individual sessions?" Asia asks.

"I recommend group cohesion building," Roxanne answers immediately. "Unless individual attention required for specific needs. Group exercises creates accountability and shared purpose."

Violet nods thoughtfully. "That's strategically sound."

"What about cooking rotations?" Robin asks. "Will it change?"

"I will inspects current meal patterns first," Roxanne replies. "Then establishes rotation schedules ensuring variety and nutrition balance. Jennifer and Kimberly assists with preparation, but I oversee planning."

Priestess raises her hand tentatively. "May I... help with meal preparation? I know some cooking."

Roxanne perks forward. "Assistance welcomed. I instruct where needed."

You gesture toward the ornate doorway set impossibly into the galley wall. "With dinner done," you announce. "Time for bed."

Rin rises immediately, Mikasa a half-step behind. Both women exchange a brief glance - silent coordination passing between them. Rin's fingers brush your wrist as she follows.

"Taking turns riding," Mikasa states quietly, her dark eyes meeting yours. "Rin first, then me. We'll alternate."

"Agreed," Rin confirms.

Albedo stands with elegant grace attempting to hide her eagerness, Hinata rising beside her still nervous in her miniskirt. Kurumi adjusts her French maid skirt, politely keeping the bare contents hidden. Kurumu stretches with deliberate languor, her curves drawing your eyes intentionally. Riveria moves with royal bearing despite wearing only white lace beneath her collar, Emilia follows tentatively. Nami's confidence evident in her stride. Rei rises mechanically at Nova's nod. Bulma smirks realizing your checking who's coming after you.

Roxanne follows last, her amber eyes tracking your movement.

"First time," she says softly. "I will observe, as offered."

You step through the doorway into the Mansion's entrance hall. Marble floors gleam under chandeliers, vaulted ceilings stretching upward impossibly. You reach down, fumbling slightly with your shirt buttons.

The first button slips free. You pull the black fabric over your head, storing it in your inventory with a thought. The movement lacks smoothness - deliberate clumsiness making it clear this is performance, not efficiency.

Yoruichi laughs from the galley behind you. "That's terrible technique."

"It's intentional," Kurumi observes, following you into the hall.

Your hands move to your belt. The buckle takes three attempts before releasing, the leather sliding free with exaggerated slowness. You store it, then work your cargo pants' button.

Rin watches with clinical amusement. "You're making this difficult on purpose."

"Obviously," Mikasa adds.

The pants slide down your legs. You step out of them one foot at a time, nearly stumbling before catching yourself against the wall. The fabric vanishes into inventory.

Your boxers remain. You hook thumbs into the waistband, pulling them down with the same performative awkwardness. They catch briefly on your half-hard cock before dropping to your ankles.

You store them as you enter the bedroom.

"Lead the way, Master," Albedo says with subtle satisfaction.

You walk naked across the room to the bed, the vast space beyond waiting with its enormous bed and countless pillows, the group following. Rin and Mikasa move close on either side.

You turn to face the approaching women with your back to the bed.