Chapter 162: +18 Shower, Mikasa and Hinata. Breakfast and Riveria taking flight.

You take Mikasa's hand, her fingers strong and calloused as they interlock with yours. She walks beside you naked through the Mansion's hallway, her muscular body unselfconscious, the faint sheen of dried arousal still visible on her inner thighs.

Hinata appears nude from a side corridor. Her lavender eyes catch yours and she ducks her head, dark hair falling across her face. "Goshujin-sama. The water is warm."

The bathroom is vast - marble floors, multiple showerheads, steam already rising. You pull both women under the cascading water.

Mikasa braces her hands against the tile wall as you press into her from behind. Her pussy is still slick from the night, still swollen, and your cock slides into her cunt with one smooth thrust. She gasps, water streaming down her back, her muscles flexing as you begin a slow rhythm.

"Hinata," you say between thrusts. "Come here."

She steps forward, understanding immediately. You lift her carefully onto the marble ledge, spreading her thighs apart. Her pussy is pink and bare, glistening with water and her own arousal. You lean forward, tongue finding her clit while your hips continue their steady pace into Mikasa.

Hinata's fingers grip your wet hair. "G-Goshujin-sama..." Her hips roll against your mouth as you work her clit in slow circles, two fingers sliding inside her tight virgin lips. She's dripping - has been since she woke.

Mikasa pushes back against you, her walls clenching rhythmically. "Harder," she demands, water running between her shoulder blades. You oblige, driving deeper, your balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

You bring Hinata to orgasm first - her thighs clamping around your head, her pussy spasming around your fingers, a strangled cry echoing off marble. Then Mikasa, her cunt milking your cock as she comes with a low groan, her abs tightening visibly.

You finish inside Mikasa with a grunt, pumping cum deep into her pussy before pulling out slowly.

We enjoy the moment under the water's flow together in an embrace, before accepting the sex is over and the shower isn't really needed because of the enchantments.

Stepping over to where Hinata prepared her and Mikasa's clothes, your clothes materialize instantly from your inventory - black t-shirt, cargo pants, clean socks. Done in two seconds.

Mikasa pulls her Survey Corps jacket on over bare skin, buttoning it halfway before your hands find her breasts from behind, squeezing them through the fabric. She exhales slowly, leaning back into you. "You could let me finish."

"I could," you agree, pinching her nipples through the jacket.

Hinata struggles with her maid uniform while you cup her ass with your free hand, fingers tracing between her cheeks. She squirms, her miniskirt riding up as she tries to fasten the bodice.

"Goshujin-sama, if you keep - ah - I'll never get dressed..."

"That wouldn't be a bad thing," you murmur against Mikasa's neck.

Both women know the game. Both enjoy the attention - Mikasa's pussy clenching around nothing as your fingers brush her clit through the jacket's gap, Hinata's nipples hardening visibly through the thin maid fabric as you grope her.

Eventually, both are dressed. Mikasa in her jacket and shorts, Hinata in her miniskirt maid uniform, both flushed and slightly breathless.

"So," you say, glancing between Mikasa and Hinata as you step into the Mansion's hallway. "Command center first, then jet-ski gates, then breakfast. You two can follow me around the ship for things you're not specialized in, or join the girls in the galley."

Mikasa adjusts her Survey Corps jacket, buttoning it properly. "I'll come with you. Someone should watch you while you're moving around the ship."

Hinata hesitates, her lavender eyes flickering between you and the direction of the galley. "I... would like to help with breakfast preparation, Goshujin-sama. If that's acceptable."

"Perfect, Roxanne likely didn't get enough explanation last night. She doesn't need to do as much for the position as she likely suspected and will still appreciate the last-minute help." you say, giving her hip a squeeze through the maid uniform. She blushes and disappears toward the Mansion's exit with a quick bow.

You and Mikasa move quick to the Command Center, it's already occupied. Albedo sits at the tactical table, her white gown pristine, wings folded neatly behind her. C.C. occupies a chair with her legs crossed, pizza sheet balanced on her knee - where she found pizza at this hour is a mystery you've stopped questioning. Rika Minami stands at the communications console, tactical vest over her undergarments, headset around her neck. Violet is at the far terminal, blonde hair catching the monitor light as she types.

"My lord," Albedo says without looking up from the tablet in her hands. "They anticipated you'd check in before breakfast. Webb's update arrived four hours ago."

"Albedo, Violet, C.C., Rika," you say, stepping to the tactical table. "Something about the cruise ships, according to Nova?"

Rika pulls up a display. A map of the Caribbean appears, three ship icons blinking red near Jacksonville, Florida.

"Captain Webb's confirmed intelligence," Rika says, her voice crisp and professional. "Royal Caribbean concentrated their fleet near Jacksonville during outbreak confirmation at Navy directions. Two vessels - Icon of the Seas and Oasis of the Seas - went silent within forty-eight hours of arrival. Zombie overruns confirmed via their last emergency broadcasts."

She zooms in on the three remaining icons. "The surviving ships report female and child passengers only. Adult males either turned, abandoned ship during the initial panic, or were... removed by crew. They're rationing supplies. Webb's best estimate gives them three weeks maximum before starvation becomes critical."

C.C. takes a bite of pizza. "Three weeks. That's generous. Panic kills faster than hunger."

"Webb specifically requested you contact him before evening," Rika continues. "He wants to coordinate timing for a rescue operation. The ships have basic defensive capabilities but no fuel for sustained movement."

You nod, absorbing the information. "I'll contact him after breakfast. Tell him I have a plan, but he won't enjoy hearing it."

"Understood." Rika makes a note.

Albedo looks up from her tablet. "There's also the matter of Sandra the window you gave her is closing this evening. The five travelers she's negotiating for - if she doesn't secure them by tonight, you'll have to pay for them individually."

"Already in the plans." You turn toward the door. "I'm opening the jet-ski gates now, then heading to the galley for breakfast."

Violet looks up from her terminal. "Brad. Before you go - Robin asked me to tell you she's compiled a comprehensive documentation of the cruise ship situation. She left it on your tablet."

"Thank you Violet." Mikasa follows you out, her dark eyes scanning the corridor as you head toward the well deck.

The gentle roll of the Anchorage at anchor. You cross toward the closed entrance, Mikasa walking close beside you, her hand occasionally brushing yours. I open the first gate in the middle of the floor connecting to the back of the ship above the rudder, air flows without water. The second gate opens on the wall connecting to the other side of the well deck's door - the Pacific morning sun hits you immediately - warm salt air and water flows inside and out through the first portal. The ship shifts slightly a moment, stopped by the anchor.

You take Mikasa's hand as you walk past the open gate, the Pacific sunlight streaming warm across your faces. Water flows freely through the portal behind you, the sound of waves mixing with the ship's gentle creak.

"Satisfying view," you say, glancing at her.

Mikasa follows your gaze - first to the open ocean, then back to you. The corner of her mouth twitches. "You're not subtle."

"Never claimed to be."

She squeezes your hand once, saying nothing more, but her dark eyes soften.

The walk to the galley takes you through the ship's corridors. When you push through the galley doors, the scene stops you.

Everyone is here.

The Heroes' Feast table dominates the center of the galley, laden with food that appeared moments ago - the network's automated recast triggering precisely on schedule. Around it sits your entire household. Kurumi in her French maid outfit, setting plates with experienced efficiency. Nami at the head of the table, orange hair catching the light, already eating with the focused determination of someone who's calculated exactly how many calories she needs. Bulma beside her, blue ponytail swinging as she gestures while explaining something to Emilia, who listens with wide violet eyes while picking at her food.

Kurumu occupies a seat near the center, her blue hair freshly brushed, chatting animatedly with Sango about something involving bread recipes. Riveria sits with perfect posture, her collar visible on her neck, jade eyes calm as she eats.

Tuka and Liza share a bench, the elf's pointed ears twitching occasionally as Liza's scaled tail wraps around the bench leg for balance. Erza sits across from them, scarlet hair pulled back, her plate already half-empty.

Rei occupies a corner seat, eating mechanically but with slightly more awareness than her baseline - Nova beside her, one hand resting casually on Rei's shoulder.

Yoruichi lounges against the far wall in her minimal robe, golden eyes half-closed, watching everything with feline amusement. Shinobu perches on a counter nearby, blonde hair catching the overhead lights, nibbling at a pastry with the careful deliberation of someone who's survived centuries on blood and now treats solid food as a novelty.

The six mind-controlled women stand at various stations - Jessica Vaughn and Maria Santos arranging serving dishes in their underwear, Chen Wei refilling water glasses, Lakshmi Patel organizing the medical supplies Asia keeps in the kitchen entrance, Kimberly and Jennifer sitting together at the far end, eating quietly in their half-naked state.

Asia guides Priestess to a seat near the middle, the blonde girl's white-gold robes freshly cleaned, her face still carrying that fragile cautiousness but without the flinch she showed at sudden movements.

Roxanne stands at the kitchen entrance, her maid uniform crisp, tail swaying gently as she surveys her domain. Hinata has already joined her there, the two maids working in quiet coordination.

"It's oddly rare seeing everyone here at the same time," you comment, sliding into an empty seat.

Albedo settles beside you, wings folding. "Robin volunteered to cover the watch rotation. She has extra eyes positioned on Monkey Island and at each cardinal approach."

Robin looks up from her plate, black hair framing her face. "It's inefficient for everyone to rotate through a duty that requires only passive observation. My Hana Hana no Mi makes it trivial for the temporary time I can keep it active."

"Thank you, Robin," you say genuinely.

She dips her head, a small smile touching her lips. "It's nothing. I enjoy having purpose that doesn't require me to move from my breakfast."

"You're right that the rotation is inefficient, but it's a needed task that's best shared." You acknowledge and add. "It's one thing for you to take it so that we can all have a meal together, but don't try and take it yourself all day without a reason."

Breakfast unfolds around you in comfortable chaos. Kurumu and Sango have somehow gotten into an animated debate about whether cinnamon belongs in bread dough - Kurumu insisting it's essential, Sango maintaining that proper demon-slayer bread requires only salt and flour. Emilia listens with wide violet eyes, occasionally offering tentative opinions that Kurumu enthusiastically validates.

You eat slowly, enjoying the simple pleasure of being surrounded by people who've chosen to be here. Roxanne moves between stations with growing confidence, her tail swaying as she directs Jessica Vaughn to refill water glasses and Chen Wei to clear empty plates. Hinata works beside her, the two maids falling into an easy rhythm.

"C.C.," you say between bites of eggs and toast. "I need you to prep the Stallion for takeoff. We're heading to Jacksonville, Florida."

C.C. pauses mid-bite of her pizza - still pizza, somehow, at breakfast - and tilts her head. "Florida. That's... roughly three thousand miles."

"Lightbend the whole way, fly straight over Cuba. Nine hours, give or take. You'd arrive about an hour before nightfall."

She considers this, golden eyes calculating. "Who's flying?"

"Rotation of pilots. You, Riveria, Violet, whoever's rested. I'll setup a Teleportation Circle connected to the ship." You look around the table. "Where should I anchor it on the Anchorage? The storage room?"

Albedo answers without looking up from her tablet. "The helicopter pad on the flight deck. It's already cleared, has the largest flat surface, and won't interfere with gate operations. You can paint the circle directly onto the deck coating."

Nami nods. "Makes sense. Easy access for cargo movement too, if we're bringing people back from the cruise ships."

"Teleportation Circle is a poor choice for cargo movement and we're not bringing the civilians here, at least not through the Stallion." You cut down Nami's conclusions. "And the Stallion - can it hover on auto-pilot all night if needed?"

Bulma sets down her fork. "The King Stallion has an auto-hover function built into its flight control system - it's designed for extended loitering operations. With the enchantment package maintaining fuel indefinitely and the Interface handling system monitoring, it could hover indefinitely. The only limitation would be crew fatigue, but if nobody's aboard..."

"It can hold position autonomously," she finishes. "The autopilot includes simple stability control. Wind, minor weather - the Stallion handles it. You could leave it floating at ten thousand feet for a week if you wanted."

"Perfect. Only the night might be needed."

C.C. pushes back from the table. "I'll have it ready in thirty minutes. Riveria -" She glances at the elf. "You're first shift?"

Riveria sets down her tea with practiced elegance. "I am. Though I confess flying over open ocean for nine hours sounds less appealing than combat."

"You'll manage," C.C. says dryly. "Violet, you're second. I'll take the approach into Jacksonville."

Violet nods, her blonde hair catching the light as she makes a small note on her terminal.

"If it's any consolation," You try and comfort. "The flight time is divided between each of you."

You push back from the table as C.C. rises, pizza slice folded in her hand like a taco. Riveria follows with unhurried grace, her collar catching the overhead lights as she passes - white lace bra and panties her only covering, jade eyes steady.

The walk to the flight deck takes you through the ship's corridors and up the exterior ladder to where the King Stallion sits on the helipad, its massive rotors folded, the enchanted hull gleaming dull gray in the afternoon sun. C.C. immediately begins her pre-flight walkaround, checking rotor pitch and hydraulic connections with the bored efficiency of someone who's done this a hundred times.

Riveria climbs into the cockpit first, settling into the co-pilot seat with fluid precision. You follow, pulling yourself up near the cabin.

The Teleportation Circle goes down on the deck plating just aft of the cockpit bulkhead, offset to port where it won't interfere with crew movement. You kneel, tracing the silver lines with your fingers - the patterns flowing as easily as breathing. The mana cost is negligible against your reserves. The circle pulses once, locking into place, its sigils settling into a faint luminescence that will remain dormant until connected.

"Half done," you say, straightening.

Riveria has already begun her pre-flight sequence, fingers moving across the Interface-enhanced controls. The magical heads-up display flickers to life, showing fuel levels, rotor RPM targets, navigation waypoints

You step behind her chair. Your hands find her shoulders first - thumbs pressing into the tension along her spine where the muscles knot. She makes a soft sound, ears twitching.

"You're distracting me," she murmurs, but her head tilts back into your touch.

Your palms slide down her arms, tracing the elegant lines of muscle beneath cool elven skin. One hand cups her breast through the thin white lace, finger brushing across the nipple - feeling it stiffen immediately. Her breath catches. You kiss the curve of her ear, tongue tracing the pointed tip, and her whole body shudders.

"Master-" The word comes out breathless. Her fingers hesitate over the throttle.

You squeeze gently, then release. Kiss the back of her neck where the collar sits. Let your hand trail down her stomach, fingertips brushing the waistband of her panties before withdrawing entirely.

"Focus on your flight," you tell her, lips against her ear.

Riveria exhales shakily. "That was cruel.

"That is restraint. That I will love to lose when the time is right."

Her jade eyes find yours over her shoulder - heated, appreciative, slightly frustrated. The perfect combination.

C.C.'s voice cuts through the cockpit speaker. "If you two are finished making out in my helicopter, I need the cabin cleared for engine start. Safety protocols."

You step back, giving Riveria's shoulder one final squeeze. She straightens in her seat, composure reassembling like armor, though the flush along her ears hasn't quite faded.

"Fly safe," you tell her.

"I always do."

You drop down from the Stallion and watch as the Stallion's silent engines spool up behind you, that distinctive whump-whump-whump of massive rotor blades catching air. You cross to the flight deck. The Teleportation Circle there takes seconds - you've drawn it several times now. The patterns lock into the deck coating, pulsing once before going dormant.

You activate the ship-side circle, step onto it, and feel the familiar compression-

-and materialize inside the Stallion's cabin, the circle on the deck plating glowing beneath your boots. Riveria glances back, one eyebrow raised.

"Testing," you say.

"Evidently it works." A small smile. "Go. I have nine hours of ocean to cross."

You step back onto the circle, activate it, and reappear on the Anchorage's flight deck just as the Stallion turns North - Lightbend engaging immediately, the helicopter vanishing from sight though you can still feel the rotor wash ruffling your hair.