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Since the method he was about to use was going to be a bit more… "intense," the Special Guard's break room wasn't really going to cut it.
So with just a single thought, Bokue Keikain and Astarte vanished from Itogami Island—and reappeared inside his apartment back in Tokyo's central district.
Everything looked just as he'd left it. He hadn't stepped foot in this place since the beginning of summer break, but nothing had changed. The same quiet furniture, the same untouched air.
Drip.
A faint yellow droplet seeped from the hem of Astarte's maid uniform and hit the floor, scattering into a fine spray.
Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. Astarte's head shifted slightly. Her expression looked just as impassive as always, but her pale blue eyes flicked downward, glancing at the small puddle beneath them.
[Initiating... self-diagnostic.]
[Malfunction detected. Cause: unknown. Resulting in environmental contamination. Engaging... repair sequence... initiating cleanup...]
On the surface, she resembled an emotionless android. But ultimately, Astarte was still a biological entity. Her body was almost indistinguishable from a human's. The only difference was her origin—born of scientific design, not human intimacy.
And like any living creature, she could be overwhelmed by both physical and psychological stimuli. Right now, thanks to Bokue's magnetic field, she could barely even speak. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm inside her.
"No need," Bokue said, unfazed by the trail of pale yellow droplets left behind as he carried her through the apartment. "I'll clean that up later. But first—let's get you out of those clothes."
Still in his arms, Astarte was mumbling over and over about cleanup procedures. Bokue simply ignored it and stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
He flipped on the light and turned on the tub faucet. The gas water heater roared to life, pumping warm water into the bath.
Then he closed the toilet lid beside the tub and sat down, still holding her.
The damp warmth of her skirt soaked through his thin summer trousers, seeping into his skin.
[Re-requesting... diagnostic protocol.]
[Detected: contamination spreading. Additional cleanup recommended...]
She was still muttering, disoriented and clearly not understanding what was happening to her. And even less understanding why her body kept subtly squirming in his arms.
It was pointless resistance—something her system should have rejected as inefficient.
"I said don't worry. I'll handle it."
As he spoke, Bokue's fingers undid the buckles on her maid outfit.
"Now, we're going to start your recharge. You know—what Natsuki called the slightly more 'intense' method. You okay with that?"
[Affirmative... Reply.]
[This unit acknowledges Master Bokue Keikain as sole administrator. No resistance will be enacted... regardless of actions... nnh!]
The moment her maid dress slipped off, even with her underwear still on, the sensation of fabric brushing her skin made her sit upright with a jolt.
Well, that made it easier to strip off the rest. As for her white stockings... yeah, he'd leave those on.
Having decided on the "recharge configuration," Bokue picked her up once more—now dressed in nothing but her white thigh-highs—and lowered her gently into the steaming bath.
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Small frame. Massive capacity.
That was probably the most accurate description of Astarte.
If you went strictly by appearance, she looked even younger than Nagisa or Yukina—let alone Asagi, who was the most mature of the group physically.
Under normal conditions, even Asagi's upper limit was about three or four "rounds" before she hit overflow status.
But Astarte? She lasted eight.
Being an artificial lifeform, her body came equipped with a powerful energy conversion system—capable of absorbing and converting external magical energy for internal use.
Up until now, her method of acquiring power had been using her Rhododactylos, to hunt down and drain enemy familiars of their magical essence. Once the target was captured, her thorns would suck them dry until complete disintegration.
Now that same mechanism had been given a new purpose.
From 8 AM straight through lunch, Bokue worked nonstop.
Astarte's responses were subtle, yes—but not absent. Whenever the sensation became too much, she would grip his neck tightly, burying her flushed face in his chest like a shy cat.
And in the end, it was her stomach's loud, empty protest that forced them to stop.
It was almost comical. Her lower half was bloated—overfilled and overstretched—yet her upper half was loudly demanding nourishment.
It was time to eat.
After cleaning up in the bathroom, Bokue helped her get dressed. She kept the same underwear—he cleaned it using his magnetic field. She didn't wear a bra, so that wasn't an issue.
For outerwear, Bokue pulled one of his own short-sleeved dress shirts from the closet and slipped it over her. On her, it fit like a mid-thigh tunic dress. A perfectly oversized "boyfriend shirt."
It was oddly cute.
As for her maid outfit—yeah, that wasn't coming with them. There was no way a teenage boy could walk into a diner with a tiny maid in tow without someone calling the police.
"All right. Let's go."
At the front door, Bokue gave her a final once-over. Everything looked good. He reached for her hand and led her outside.
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What Bokue didn't know… was that at that exact moment, just as they stepped into the elevator, a short-haired blue-haired girl was walking along the street below, peering around cautiously.
'The Kanto region is massive. But Tokyo has the highest population. Kurumi and Takashi are covering the other zones... I've got to do my part.'
The young Hero from the Village of Heroes, Yuki Nonaka, told herself firmly.
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