IS Academy is a specialized institution established to train pilots for the IS combat system. Students at IS Academy are selected from around the world, all young women undergoing rigorous training.
From what I've gathered through questioning Charlotte and Sheryl, the timeline is still several months before Ichika Orimura arrives at the academy. Of course, I've been in this world for about two or three years now.
During that time, I first "persuaded" (by force) several factions to make my movements more convenient. The rest of the time was mostly spent with Sheryl and her daughter—conquering a mother-daughter duo has been endlessly enjoyable.
But with the plot about to kick off, I plan to prepare in advance by coming to IS Academy to "meet" (and claim) the various heroines. Just thinking about it gets my cock stirring.
Leading the two women out from the teleportation destination, we emerged in a secluded corner of a park not far from IS Academy. It was close enough to walk, allowing me to enjoy being flanked by them, so we strolled leisurely toward the academy.
After a short walk, we arrived at the gates of IS Academy. As a global joint training facility, the campus was enormous with comprehensive amenities. Approaching, I spotted a mature beauty standing there waiting.
"You're the new teacher starting today, right? Hello, I'm Chifuyu Orimura, also a teacher at IS Academy. Pleased to meet you."
Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, dressed in a sharp black OL suit. Tall and statuesque, her long legs were encased in black stockings, her striking black eyes sharp. She stepped forward in black high heels, extending her hand for a shake.
"Yes, that's me. I'm Jian. I've heard a lot about you—pleased to meet you, Miss Orimura." I politely shook her hand. As the world's top IS pilot, her hand was still smooth and soft, tempting me to caress and pinch it.
"Uh, hello. And these two ladies are...?" Chifuyu tried to pull her hand back but found she couldn't, so she asked about the women beside me while shooting me a glare tinged with annoyance.
"Oh, this is my wife, Sheryl, and this is my daughter, Charlotte." Seeing her look, I just smiled, giving her hand a light squeeze before releasing it.
"Hello. So, this is Charlotte, the one enrolling? I've heard she has good potential as an IS pilot. I'm looking forward to your performance." After I let go, Chifuyu gave me a quick glare before turning her appraising gaze to Charlotte, whom I'd just introduced.
I wasn't surprised by her words— in the original story, Charlotte showed impressive IS piloting talent, so attention was expected.
"Yes, Miss Orimura. I'll do my best." Charlotte responded quickly to Chifuyu's question. After all, she'd be her teacher soon, so making a good impression was smart.
"Oh, then give it your all. For now, I'll show you around the academy and introduce Teacher Jian to the class he'll be handling." Though displeased by my earlier flirtation, Chifuyu was still dutiful.
With that, she led the way, her round ass swaying under the skirt, her black-stockinged legs striding confidently. It was a pleasing sight, and we followed.
Since we were at the academy, Charlotte shyly refrained from linking arms with me, though I still held her small hand. As my wife, Sheryl clung to my arm. I enjoyed the mother-daughter duo's warmth while admiring Chifuyu's alluring figure as we toured the campus.
Walking ahead, Chifuyu felt a heated gaze on her—obviously from that man behind. Recalling how she couldn't pull her hand away earlier, she frowned slightly. Clearly, his physical strength was not to be underestimated, and he seemed quite lecherous.
Of course, I had no idea she was labeling me as a pervert in her mind. Even if I knew, I wouldn't care—I'd just show her what real lechery looked like.
After a brief tour, Chifuyu said she'd take us to the classroom for introductions. I wouldn't refuse, so we headed to the teaching building.
Entering, Chifuyu led us to the elevator up to the third floor, stopping at a classroom door. "This is the class you'll be teaching, Mr. Jian. I'll introduce you to the students first. Would you two mind waiting here?"
Sheryl and Charlotte glanced at me; I nodded, and they agreed. I followed Chifuyu inside.
"Ahem, everyone, excuse the interruption. I have an announcement." Chifuyu's commanding yet pleasant voice drew the students' attention as soon as she entered; they all looked our way.
Taking the chance, I scanned the class of girls, spotting the two cuties I was after. One wore the IS Academy uniform: long black hair tied in twin tails with ribbons, bright blue eyes.
The uniform was primarily white with long sleeves accented by red lines, a black-and-red collar with a blue tie. Below, a white-and-black short skirt with a white waist belt.
Her legs were in white thigh-high stockings with red edges, feet in black boots. If I wasn't mistaken, this was Houki Shinonono.
The other had golden hair with spiraled ends, a blue-and-white frilled headband, blue eyes, and a lovely face. Her uniform had added frills, a long black frilled skirt instead of short.
Her long legs were in black pantyhose, feet in standard round-toed student shoes, exuding British nobility. This had to be Cecilia.
Confirming these two meant I was in the right class. I smiled and said, "Hello, everyone. I'm your new teacher—call me Jian. Looking forward to your guidance (and more)."
Hearing I was their new teacher surprised them—IS Academy was essentially an all-girls school; male teachers were rare, especially directly teaching them. The room buzzed with chatter.
"Eh, he's our teacher? But he's a guy."
"He looks decent, good build too. Maybe worth a try."
"Whoa, Millie, you're bold. Me too, me too."
"Hmm... Wonder what this male teacher will teach us."
"Probably culture classes or something."
The classroom filled with girlish voices. Cecilia frowned thoughtfully, while Houki remained expressionless. From the original story, Cecilia was likely puzzled why a man would teach them.
Houki probably didn't care much—initial surprise fading quickly, as she was focused on the original male lead.
"Quiet down, everyone. Teacher Jian's assignment is from the academy higher-ups. He'll be one of your IS combat instructors." Chifuyu stepped in as things got noisy.
"Miss Orimura, why would a male teacher guide IS combat training?" Cecilia, pondering my role, raised her hand to ask.
Asking this in front of me was a bit rude, but understandable—in the IS world, only females were known to pilot IS. How could a man teach combat? But soon, we'd be family; I could make up for small issues later.
"It's normal to question this, but it's the higher-ups' decision. I'm sure it'll become clear during lessons." Chifuyu's reply was somewhat helpless; she herself was puzzled. Though our handshake showed my physical prowess, it wasn't enough justification.
Cecilia seemed unsatisfied but respected Chifuyu's authority as the world's top IS pilot, admired by the girls. She just glared at me cutely.
I didn't mind— a pretty girl's glare was almost adorable. As for my teaching credentials? Simple: Use the factions I'd "persuaded" to pull strings, demonstrate my strength to the academy brass, and it was easy.
I wouldn't explain, though. With a meaningful glance at Houki and Cecilia, I followed Chifuyu out.
"Alright, Teacher Jian, you can rest and settle in now. I have things to do, so I'll go." After the intro, Chifuyu excused herself.
"Sure, thanks for today, Miss Orimura." To show sincere thanks, I quickly stepped forward for a hug. Her curvaceous figure pressed into mine—the mature woman's body felt amazing. My hands "accidentally" stroked her back.
"You... what are you doing?" Seeing my approach, Chifuyu tried to dodge, but I was too fast. She ended up in my arms, her chest squished against me, feeling my hands on her back, flushing with anger and embarrassment.
"Oh, nothing—just my way of saying thanks. See, Sheryl and Charlotte aren't saying anything?" I released her, calm as ever.
Chifuyu glanced at smiling Sheryl and blushing Charlotte; seeing no issue from them—especially the wife—she couldn't protest. Maybe it really was their custom, though the guy was definitely handsy.
Helpless, she glared fiercely, then strode away in her black heels, her long black-stockinged legs moving a bit more hurriedly.
"Jian, you're such a bad boy. Looks like she won't escape your grasp either." Once Chifuyu left, Sheryl gave me a seductive glance, clearly seeing my intentions.
"Heh, my darling Sheryl knows me best. I'll pamper you good later. And Charlotte was so good today—Daddy will reward you too." I openly admitted it; as husband and wife, no need to hide. Charlotte was my cute daughter—no issue.
Sheryl blushed, rolling her eyes as if calling me a big pervert, but still linked arms obediently. Charlotte, hearing the praise and reward, shyly held my hand. We headed to the small house I'd bought near the academy.
Since it was unoccupied before, we needed to clean and organize. I'd handle the living room; Sheryl and Charlotte their rooms. With potential future cuties in mind, I'd bought one with several rooms. Sheryl and I took the master; Charlotte picked one closest to us.
After quickly cleaning the living room and kitchen, I headed upstairs curiously to check on them.
Sheryl's door was closed as she organized; Charlotte's was ajar, so I peeked in.
There, Charlotte was bent over making the bed, her pert little ass swaying enticingly. Having removed her house shoes, her white-stockinged feet dangled, dainty toes adorable under the nylon—tempting me to lick.
I snuck in quietly, pouncing on her. The unique girlish scent, her well-developed figure—all radiated youthful charm.
"Ah, Father... mm..." Charlotte yelped at the pounce but relaxed realizing it was me, though I suddenly nibbled her tender white ear, drawing a soft moan.
"My good girl, Daddy's here to reward you. You were so obedient today—I have to pamper you properly." As I explained, my hand stroked her white thigh-high stocking leg. The tight nylon hugged her youthful thigh, the smooth silk and warm softness irresistible.
"Father~" Charlotte's cheeks flushed red at my words, the leg caress making her even shyer. She pouted playfully but didn't refuse.
Though we'd lived together a while, I hadn't rushed to take her, savoring the "father-daughter" dynamic. Maybe she'd even reverse-push me someday.
"So, what reward does my little Charlotte want from Daddy?" Her shyness made me tease more, my hand not stopping—even lifting her white-stockinged foot to fondle it closely.
The dainty toes and elegant arch twitched from ticklishness, perfectly embodying a beautiful girl's foot. The wonderful feel could entertain me forever.
"Mm... Father, you're bullying me. Whatever reward you like is fine." Though seeming shy and unsure, with my personality, I'd likely suggest something lewd like my big cock.
But Charlotte, fully devoted to me, anticipated that eagerly—her sly cuteness was adorable. Still, I'd rather she couldn't hold back and push me down.
So, I leaned down to her flushed pink lips, kissing without hesitation. The soft petals, fragrance, tender tongue, sweet saliva, her beautiful face up close—all proclaimed Charlotte's captivating girlish allure.
"Mm~" Not surprised, Charlotte closed her watery eyes, arms around my neck, deepening the kiss.
Our tongues chased, lips meshed, making lewd smacking sounds. I captured her sweet tongue, playing in her mouth or sucking it into mine, gulping her saliva. Her breathing grew heavier.
"Mm~ mm~ mm~ mm~ mm..." The room filled with our kissing sounds. I claimed her fluids and tongue relentlessly, not neglecting her white foot—pinching toe seams or rubbing her stocking calf.
After a long deep kiss, seeing her overwhelmed, I stopped. As lips parted, lewd silver threads connected, testament to the intensity.
"Mm... huff~ huff~ huff." Charlotte breathed rapidly to recover, opening her misty, watery violet eyes, gazing at me affectionately.
"Charlotte, how was it? Satisfied with Daddy's reward?" I stroked her hair gently, asking at her dazed look.
"Mm." Embarrassed by the direct question, she answered softly, but I caught a flash of disappointment in her eyes—a good sign this little one wanted more.
"Good. Now, Daddy will help you finish the room, then make dinner, okay?" I released her fondled white-stockinged foot, sniffing my hand—a mix of girlish sweat and fresh scent, still enchanting. I patted her shoulder lightly to get her moving.
Seeing my action, Charlotte buried her flushed face, turning to pretend organizing. Knowing my stocking foot fetish well, she wasn't surprised.
Though disappointed I hadn't gone further, she obeyed sweetly, and we soon finished the room.
In the living room, Sheryl was already prepping dinner, shooing us away. So we watched TV, me pulling Charlotte into my lap. I fondled her chest, kissed her lips teasingly—who cares about TV when there's a girl?
That evening, we enjoyed dinner as a family, me flirting with the mother-daughter pair, then rested. It'd been a tiring day. Back in the master bedroom, naturally, Sheryl and I had an intense session until she was exhausted. We slept entwined naked.