Pumping it all out seemed to make him go limp. He fell to his knees and then wrapped his arms around Mutsuki’s back again.
Mutsuki narrowed his eyes while receiving an embrace from Ange in the front and Lucia in the back.
The sensation of someone else’s flesh felt pleasant during his post-ejaculation lethargy.
“…Mutsuki…-kun.”
The other boy spoke near his ear. He must have been feeling lethargic too because his voice was weak and trembled a bit.
“You can choose whoever you like. If you choose them, then you don’t have to worry about me…about us anymore.”
“…”
Ange said nothing, but she was holding him tighter than usual.
“Although that end of adolescence and the beginning of adulthood isn’t far off now.”
“Eh…?”
“But never forget that I love you.”
“Lucia-kun…?”
Mutsuki was simply confused.
Lucia’s tone was clearly different from normal. And…
“Ange…”
He realized the way Ange held him was different too.
“…”
The girl looked up.
And he saw her usual lopsided frown inside of a sweet post-orgasm look.
She refused to be honest. She never would say what she really wanted to say.
She would fall silent when there was something she wanted to say.
“Uhp.”
Then some kind of film dropped onto her face.
With so much cum on Mutsuki’s face, some of it dripped down onto Ange.
“Satowaaaaaaa! What do you think you’re getting on my face!?”
“Wah, wah, wah! He wasn’t trying to get it on you!”
Ange moved away from Mutsuki and approached the demon. Lucia did not want to
get fried, so he fled.
The two of them got dressed and began their usual game of pursuit.
Mutsuki lost his chance to ask what Lucia had meant.
Chapter 3
FeTUS headquarters existed 2000 meters below Megutono Academy. It had as much space as several baseball stadiums, but most of that was used for labs and storing weapons.
There were no entertainment facilities and the Witches were only given a few 12-square-meter rooms each.
Although that was plenty of space if they were living alone.
“Phew…”
Witches Miss B, aka Shirohara Ren, leaned back in her chair and sighed from the exhaustion of reading through quite a few documents.
She used this room for studying and work and the interior design was quite high society and not what you would expect for a student. She sat at a heavy wooden desk in a deep-seated wide chair. The wooden bookcase lined with textbooks glistened from its lacquer finish and a less-than-practical yellow lamp illuminated a pure white quill on the desk.
“Excuse me.”
A maid stepped in. She was wearing an apron dress that seemed to fit the interior much more.
“Miss D. Yes, perfect timing.”
Daima Makoto, a fellow Witch who waited on people as a hobby, carried in some tea.
“You could really stand to decorate your room more cutely.”
“A knight must never be lacking in dignity, even if it would help encourage her studies. I must keep up appearances.”
Ren sounded proud of herself.
For better or worse, she was a proud girl, so the maid chuckled while handing her the tea.
After preparing her own, the maid sat down. The floor rose up to support her butt.
Springloaded ran through the walls and floor of the room and they would change form to suit the Witches’ needs, so they did not need a chair to sit.
In other words, the entire dignified interior was Ren’s own choice.
“How go the cultural festival preparations?”
“It’s the day after tomorrow…so I have to finish it all today.”
Ren sounded exhausted and looked down at her desk.
It was covered in Student Council documents related to the cultural festival. This was all work to be done by President Ren.
“It just piles up like this.”
“There’s no helping that.”
She had only completed half of it, but she held her eyelids to fight the weariness.
“I mean, you were busy all week with the Kurosaki issue.”
“…”
Kurosaki. Their expressions darkened at the mention of that name.
Even if she was only attending the academy as a camouflage life, it was unthinkable for someone as diligent as Ren to neglect her Student Council work.
She never would have let it build up to this extent.
If not for all of her time going into investigating Kurosaki as they showed signs of approaching Fujita Mutsuki.
“We are doing everything in our power to investigate this, so you can focus on school, Miss B.”
“I know that. But…”
Ren in particular was working on her own to investigate this.
–Her personal grudge against them for taking away the cousin she saw as a little sister had only deepened recently.
“Then why not get someone else to help?”
When the atmosphere grew heavy, Makoto quickly avoided that subject.
“Miss C and I are teachers…and you had Fujita Mutsuki-kun help you before, didn’t you?”
“I only had him help as a punishment. I can’t restrain him for longer than necessary.”
“You really are stubborn. Just ask him for help and you’ll get it.”
“That’s not the issue.”
Ren replied coldly, but the topic had been successfully changed. Her expression softened as soon they began discussing that boy.
“Then…what about Miss E?”
“Mh…”
Although it quickly became troubled again.
“Machina…Miss E is out of the question.”
“I suppose so. This is an important period for her.”
Makoto had suggested it, but she smiled bitterly as if this was the obvious result.
What Miss E, aka Machina, was doing now was the most important thing for FeTUS as a whole, so as irresponsible as it was, it took precedence over the cultural festival.
FeTUS’s final proposition was reliant on Machina’s current actions.
Miss D tapped her heel against the floor that had become a chair. The Springloaded reacted by activating a holographic vision of some text in the air.
“The Holy Grail Plan. …We’ve finally made it this far.”
The text really only looked like letters written neatly on some kind of document, but it was better called a pattern. It was as disorderly as graffiti, but the whole formed a geometric shape.
It was a language not found anywhere in the world. Each of those runes contained as much data as 1024 letters of the alphabet and only the FeTUS Witches could decode it in modern civilization.
The simplest part was the portrait photo in the top left corner, like it was a resume.
“Eve ex Machina. If we humans truly can create divine genes, I would honestly feel more frightened then proud as a follower of science.”
“…”
They both viewed the photo.
The rune-covered document contained as much data as an encyclopedia, but it still only contained the bare minimum of records.
To those two Witches, that expressionless face of FeTUS Witches Miss E, aka
Ibekusa Machina, reminded them of far more data.
“I used modern genes to calculate out what the Fruit of Knowledge had to have provided, recreated the genes of Eve, and modeled the missing portions off of that boy. After following Adam’s genes to recreate the missing data, I remade her womb for compatibility, and…just thinking about all the work is making me feel faint, but I managed somehow.”
“…Stop that.”
Ren shook her head while staring at the photo of Machina.
“Miss E is a proper human. Do not talk about ‘recreating’ and ‘modeling’.”
“Yes. I misspoke.”
Makoto used a bitter smile to dodge an issue for the second time that day.
As a scientist, she could not rid herself of the dry feelings of being the girl’s creator, but she did not see Machina as a mere tool. She thought of her as a little sister or a daughter.
But she could not contain her excitement when she saw that daughter’s growth after raising her to be a partner to the Adam boy, Fujita Mutsuki.