IS Academy was established specifically to train pilots for the IS combat system. The students at IS Academy are selected from girls around the world for training.
After asking Charlotte and Sherry, I learned the timeline was still several months before Ichika Orimura arrived at the academy. Of course, I'd been in this world for two or three years already.
During that time, I first subdued several factions to make my movements more convenient. Most of the time after that, I spent with Sherry and her daughter. Conquering a mother-daughter pair was endlessly enjoyable.
But with the plot about to start, I planned to prepare in advance. I'd come to IS Academy first to meet the heroines. Just thinking about it made my cock twitch slightly.
Leading the two women out from the teleportation point, we arrived at a secluded corner of a park not far from IS Academy. We could walk there, enjoying the feeling of left and right embracing, so we strolled slowly toward the academy.
After a short walk, we reached the gates of IS Academy. As a global talent cultivation institution, the academy was enormous with comprehensive facilities. Approaching closer, a mature woman stood there waiting.
"You're the new teacher starting today, right? Hello, I'm Chifuyu Orimura, also a teacher at IS Academy. Nice to meet you."
Her long hair was tied in a ponytail at the back. She wore a sharp black OL business suit, tall and slender, with long beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings. The alluring woman with striking black eyes stepped forward in black high heels, offering a handshake.
"Yes, I'm Jian. I've heard so much about you. Pleased to meet you, Miss Orimura." I politely shook hands with Chifuyu Orimura. Though the world's top IS pilot, her small hand was still smooth and soft, tempting me to stroke and pinch it.
"Uh, hello. And these two ladies?" Chifuyu Orimura tried to pull her hand back but couldn't, so she asked about the women beside me, shooting me a sharp, annoyed glance.
"Oh, this lady is my wife, Sherry. This is my daughter, Charlotte." Seeing Chifuyu Orimura's gaze, I smiled, gave her small hand a gentle squeeze, then released it.
"Hello. So this is Charlotte, coming to enroll? I hear she has good IS piloting aptitude. I'm looking forward to your performance." After I let go, Chifuyu Orimura shot me another glare before sizing up Charlotte, the daughter I'd introduced.
I wasn't surprised by Chifuyu Orimura's words. In the original story, Charlotte showed impressive IS piloting talent and naturally drew attention.
"Yes, Teacher Orimura. I'll work hard and do my best." Charlotte quickly replied to Chifuyu Orimura's question. After all, Chifuyu would be her teacher, and leaving a good impression was smart.
"Well, do your best then. Now, I'll take you on a tour of the academy and introduce Teacher Jian to his class." Though annoyed by my earlier impropriety, Chifuyu Orimura remained dutiful.
With that, Chifuyu Orimura walked ahead. Her round buttocks swayed in the skirt, her black-stockinged legs striding sharply. It was a pleasing sight, and we followed.
Since we were at the academy, Charlotte felt shy about clinging to my arm anymore. Though I missed that warmth, I held her small hand instead.
As my wife, Sherry still hugged my arm. I enjoyed the charm of mother and daughter while admiring Chifuyu Orimura's alluring figure as we toured the academy.
Walking ahead, Chifuyu Orimura felt a hot gaze on her back—from that man, naturally. Recalling the failed handshake pull-back, she frowned slightly. He wasn't to be underestimated in physical strength, and he was quite lecherous.
Of course, I didn't know Chifuyu Orimura was labeling me a pervert then. Even if I did, I wouldn't care—I'd show her what true lechery was.
After a brief tour, Chifuyu Orimura said she'd take us to my assigned class for introductions. I had no objections, so we headed to the teaching building.
Entering, we took the elevator to the third floor. Chifuyu Orimura stopped at a classroom door and said, "This is your class, Mr. Jian. I'll introduce you to the students first. Can you two wait here?"
Sherry and Charlotte glanced at me. I nodded, and they agreed. I followed Chifuyu Orimura inside.
"Ahem, attention, students. I have an announcement." Chifuyu Orimura's captivating yet commanding voice drew all eyes as we entered.
I took the chance to observe the class of girls. Scanning them, I spotted the two I wanted: one in IS Academy uniform, long black hair tied in twin tails with a ribbon, bright blue eyes.
Her uniform was white-based, long-sleeved with red trim on the cuffs, black collar with red edges, blue tie. Below, a white skirt with black edges and a white waist belt.
Her beautiful legs wore white thigh-high stockings with red lace edges, black long boots. If I wasn't mistaken, this was Houki Shinonono.
The other had golden hair with spiral curls at the ends, a blue-white ribbon headband, blue eyes, delicate features. Her uniform had lace additions, a long black-lace skirt unlike Houki's short one.
Her long legs were in black pantyhose, round-toe student shoes. She exuded British nobility—this was Cecilia Alcott.
Seeing these two cuties confirmed I'd come to the right class. Smiling, I said, "Hello, students. I'm your new teacher, Jian. Just call me Jian. I'll be in your care from now on."
Hearing I was their new teacher, the girls were surprised. IS Academy was practically an all-girls school; male teachers were rare, let alone teaching them directly. Whispers erupted.
"Eh, our teacher? But he's a guy."
"He's pretty good-looking, nice build. Might be worth a try."
"Laura, you're bold. Me too, me too."
"Hmm... Wonder what this male teacher will teach."
"Probably cultural studies or something."
The classroom buzzed with chatter. Cecilia frowned thoughtfully; Houki stayed expressionless. From the original story, Cecilia puzzled over a male teacher; Houki barely cared, still fixated on the protagonist.
"Quiet, everyone. Teacher Jian was assigned by the academy. He'll be one of your IS combat instructors." Chifuyu Orimura quelled the chaos.
"Teacher Orimura, why would a male teacher handle IS combat training?" Cecilia, pondering my role, raised her hand.
The question felt rude in my presence, but understandable—in the IS world, only girls could pilot IS so far. How could a man teach combat? Soon we'd be family; these issues could be fixed later.
"Your question is normal, but it's a decision from academy leadership. You'll understand during lessons." Chifuyu Orimura sounded helpless herself. She knew I was fit from the handshake, but that wasn't enough reason.
Cecilia seemed unsatisfied but deferred to Chifuyu Orimura's authority as world-top pilot. She glared at me cutely.
I didn't mind—a beauty's glare was charming. My teacher credentials? Simple: factions I'd subdued pulled strings, and I showed off my strength to the higher-ups.
No need to explain. I gave Houki and Cecilia meaningful looks before leaving with Chifuyu Orimura.
"Alright, Teacher Jian, you can rest and settle in. I have things to do." Done introducing me, Chifuyu Orimura excused herself.
"Thanks for today, Teacher Orimura." Sincerely, I stepped forward for a hug. Her curvaceous figure pressed into me—mature bodies were the best. My hands "accidentally" stroked her back.
"What... are you doing?" She'd tried dodging but my speed caught her. Her breasts squished against me, hands on her back—she flushed with anger.
"Oh, nothing. It's just my way of saying thanks. See? Sherry and Charlotte don't mind." Releasing her calmly, I pointed.
Chifuyu Orimura glanced at smiling Sherry and blushing Charlotte. No objections from the wife, so maybe this was their custom—though he was handsy.
Helpless, she glared fiercely, then strode off in her black heels, black-stockinged legs moving briskly.
"Jian, you bad boy. She won't escape your grasp." Sherry rolled her eyes coquettishly once Chifuyu left.
"Heh, my baby Sherry knows me best. I'll pamper you later. Charlotte was good today too—Daddy will reward you properly." No shame admitting it; old spouses, no secrets. Charlotte was my good girl.
Sherry blushed, rolling her eyes like "You pervert," but clung to my arm. Charlotte, shy at the praise and reward, held my hand bashfully. We headed to the nearby house I'd bought.
Unlived-in, the house needed cleaning and arranging—we'd stay awhile.
I cleaned the living room and kitchen. Sherry and Charlotte handled bedrooms. Considering future cute guests, multiple rooms: master for Sherry and me, Charlotte's next door.
Finishing quickly, I snuck upstairs to check.
Sherry's door was closed; Charlotte's ajar. Peeking, she bent over making the bed, perky butt swaying, bare white-stockinged feet wiggling cutely—toes tempting under silk.
Quietly entering, I pounced. Her girlish scent, developed body—all pure charm.
"Ah, Father... Mmh..." Charlotte yelped but relaxed recognizing me. I nibbled her tender white ear, drawing moans.
"My good girl, Daddy's here to reward you. You were so obedient today." Explaining, I stroked her white thigh-highs—smooth silk, warm thighs irresistible.
"Father~" Her cheeks burned; leg strokes embarrassed her, but no refusal.
I'd lived with Charlotte awhile but savored the "father-daughter" dynamic, waiting for her to push me.
"What reward does my little Charlotte want from Daddy?" Teasing her blush, I kept stroking, grabbing her white-stockinged foot to fondle.
Petite toes and graceful arch twitched itchily—perfect girly feet, endlessly playable.
"Mmh... Father bullies me. Reward whatever Father likes." Seemed shy, but she knew I'd pick lewd options like my big cock—expecting it cutely.
I preferred her pushing me, though.
Lowering, I kissed her rosy lips. Soft petals, fragrant tongue, sweet saliva, beautiful face—pure allure.
"Mm~." No surprise; she closed watery purple eyes, arms around my neck, deep kissing.
Tongues chased, lips meshed, wet smacks. I teased her tongue, sucked it into my mouth, gulped her saliva. Her breaths grew ragged.
"Mm~ Mm~ Mm~ Mm~ Mm..." Room filled with kisses. I kneaded toe gaps, rubbed calves—not sparing her feet.
After deep kissing till she gasped, I pulled back—lewd silver strand trailing.
"Mmh... Hah~ Hah~ Hah." Charlotte panted, opening misty purple eyes affectionately.
"Charlotte, satisfied with Daddy's reward?" Stroking her hair, I asked.
"Mm." Shy nod, but disappointment flashed—caught by me. Good sign; she wanted more.
"Good. Now Daddy'll help tidy, then make dinner, okay?" Releasing her foot, I sniffed—girly sweat and freshness intoxicating. Patted her shoulder to move.
Blushing, she turned away pretending to tidy. Knew my stocking fetish; no surprise.
Disappointed no further H, but obedient—we finished quickly.
Downstairs, Sherry prepped dinner, shooing us. We watched TV; I pulled Charlotte onto my lap, groping breasts, kissing—girls over TV.
Evening: joyful family dinner, teasing mother-daughter, then rest. In master bedroom, intense sex with Sherry till she collapsed. We slept naked, entwined.
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