Operating Basic controls of the IS

All thirty students of Class 1-1 stood in formation under the mild morning sun. While the formation was reminiscent to that of a military platoon standing in columns, with five squads containing six members each, the students in front were not in any way classified as squad leaders. But if they were, then Miss Yamada would clearly be the Platoon Sergeant, and the approaching Professor Orimura would be the Platoon Leader coming to inspect the troops. All but three of the platoon were in the standard issue IS training tights that were required of the Academy to be worn when operating the priceless IS equipment. This form-fitting uniform was developed with precision over countless years to make the cloth barrier between the operator and the IS almost seamless, so that operator instructions experienced practically zero lag. This form-fitting nature of the uniform did Ichika no favors of course. Every curve, and every nipple and pussy, was showcased in front of Ichika like a cattle auction, with the extremely thin fabric of the uniform looking more like a small layer of paint was applied over the skin of each of his classmates.

Normally this explicit display of females surrounding him would have him sporting a boner that could rival the Eiffel tower, Ichika had thought ahead while he was in the locker room, and added an additional entry to the Sex note.

“Ichika Orimura, when aroused, could control the vascular reaction of his dick so that no erection would be wasted.”

The entry did nothing to stop Ichika’s arousal though, and it left a weird sensation between his legs. He was hypersensitive to every movement he made on account of being aroused by his classmates, but no matter how great a sensation, his cock remained limp. Not that his limp cock was anything to scoff at, and before getting into the back of the formation so he could get a good view of Houki’s ass, who was diagonal from him, he had gotten a number of looks from his classmates too. Particularly, Cecilia, who let gravity take control of her eyes enough to want to be on the other side of the formation so she was not distracted by Ichika’s bulge. Ichika however, did not hesitate to assess the assets of all his classmates, and wondered if it would be possible for him to handle all twenty-nine girls at once. It was a thought he probably shouldn’t have been thinking while his sister was giving her lecture in front of the formation.

“Orimura! Alcott! You’re up first.”

His sister’s voice snapped Ichika out of his trance, and then began to struggle with deploying his IS. This was because he had every eye on him. He had watched Cecilia deploy Blue Tears as flawlessly as she was graceful, but with his lack of IS experience, and his mind still on the curves of his classmates, it took Ichika a little longer before he could get Byakushiki deployed. Eventually he did though, and Cecilia and him patrolled the skies over the academy side-by-side. This is were things got a little more interesting for Ichika, who was responding to his sister’s communications.

Cecilia was in the middle of what she called, ‘Operation: Get on Ichika’s good side’ ever since her victory to him during the duel they previously had. She had the day lined up with things that would get her in his good graces, so that she could satisfy the urges she had been experiencing since Ichika made an entry involving her in the Sex note. Seeing that Ichika was having trouble piloting his IS, she thought it now a good time to strike, “Well, Love, if you’re interested, I’d be happy to give you lessons everyday after school.”

“Huh?” Ichika was a little taken back by her obvious one-eighty since their duel, and her proposal to give him lessons was churning up images of him pumping Miss Yamada full of his thick, creamy seed.

The lusty blonde maneuvered her IS under his and facing him, thousands of feet above the Academy. Cecilia made sure their breast plates were touching and put a hand on Ichika’s bicep to press her proposal further, “And when I do, it’ll be just the two of us.”

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer. What say we meet at my dorm tonight?”

Before Cecilia could offer a place more secluded and away from his beautiful Japanese roommate, Professor Orimura barked orders on their comms. They were to perform a power dive and execute a landing. Which they both did…Mostly.

One anime opening later, Ichika found himself at the bottom of a large crater, with a relieved Miss Yamada and Houki standing above him at the edge of it.

“You moron!” Professor Orimura was not as relieved nor concerned about her brother’s health, “You know how much it costs to fill in a hole this size?!” Though when Ichika rolled over to sit up straight and apologize with his legs spread, Chifuyu was seriously thinking that his meat might able to fill up any hole no matter the size. At least from what she could see at the edge of the crater.

As if on cue, Houki began to lecture Ichika herself, but was interrupted by an unexpected shove from Cecilia who outdid all the other girls in her class in way of expressing concern. This was no doubt part of her ‘Operation: Get on Ichika’s good side.’ She slid down the large crater, and got on all fours over Ichika. This was a position she had fantasized being in a lot more for him recently, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. She was just hoping a strong man like him could put her in her place a lot more often in the future. Cecilia pressed her breasts together with her arms, swayed her ass, and let the perfume from her golden locks waft as she crawled closer to Ichika. It worked, and Ichika was happier than ever that he had the foresight to make his erections more of a voluntary reaction.

The other girls in the class, except Professor Orimura, who didn’t seem to mind her brother getting some action, looked on enviously from the edge of the crater. With Cecilia being something of the de facto alpha female of the class when Chifuyu wasn’t around, there was only one black sheep that would have been willing to step between the pale blonde and her prey. And before Cecilia could drag Ichika away to the nurses office to get them alone, that aloof sheep did just that, “Not necessary. It’s impossible for anyone to get injured while piloting an IS!”

It was a challenge that the stalwart Cecilia did not hesitate to answer in kind, “Oh, Miss Shinonono. Please understand that’s it’s only natural for me to care about others.”

From Ichika’s perspective, the two beauties seemed to be fighting for him. It was an obvious duel in front of the class that he watched from below their two bosoms. Bosoms that were easy to eye from his angle while they were distracted with each other. Houki was definitely larger by a small margin versus the ample but more perky breasts of Cecilia. Both of which he’d like to see a lot more of.

“All right, that’s enough dillydallying!” Seemed professor Orimura was tired of the pointless bickering between Cecilia and Houki, and she still had other students in the class to teach, “Everyone, back on the field. You three get out of that hole!”

Since it was clear everyone at the edge of the crater was leaving to somewhere else, and that neither Houki nor Cecilia were going to bother helping him up, Ichika stood up and got between them. He thought to place a hand on their breasts to break them up, but instead groped both of them on an ass cheek. Rather than either of them retaliating, they let it happen in an effort to outdo the other. Their eyes were still locked on each others when Ichika gave his submissive slave an order, “That’s enough, Houki. Leave.”

“Yes, Master Orimura.” She was blushing profusely from the humiliation, but she obeyed per the Sex Note. Why did Cecilia get to stay longer?

“M-master?!” Cecilia couldn’t hide her shock, “What exactly is your relationship with her?”

“And you,” Said Ichika, facing Cecilia, “If we’re going to do these lessons after school, then you need to behave.”

Ichika slapped her ass to assert his demand. The sound wave from the Brit’s curvaceous ass echoed across campus to the Sex Note in Ichika’s bag and back. The Note interpreted the light spank as punishment for Cecilia’s bad behavior in the crater, and a weeks teasing up until the duel, and after, came flooding out from around her training uniform. Cecilia’s vision turned white, her head became light, and her knees grew weak. In an effort not to fall flat on her face she grabbed Ichika’s arm as if her life depended on it. It hit her so hard that only whimpers escaped her lips as she rode out the best sensation she felt in her life. A minute later she was able to breathe out, “I promise to behave, Ichika dear.”

“Wow…” Was all Ichika could say.

…

Back in the locker room after the class’s IS practice, Ichika reviewed the Sex note entry he made for Cecilia some time ago.

“Cecilia Alcott secretly desires to be punished by Ichika Orimura—the only boy in school—for her arrogance as the IS Representative Candidate of the UK. ehS sdinf flesreh yllauxes detalumits yb eht thguoht fo gnieb taeb yb akihcI gnirud rieht leud rof ssalc pihsredael, and looks forward to seeing how much of a ‘man’ he truly is inside his IS tights.”

Recalling that he had lost the duel, it seemed to make sense that the Sex Note had to make adjustments to the original entry. It was almost as if it had a will of its own. Or maybe, someone was controlling it? Ichika didn’t care, not after the show he got from Cecilia. Growing up in Japan meant that a girl with Cecilia’s exotic blonde hair really got Ichika going, especially when they’re squirting right in front of him. It warranted a new addition to the Note:

“Cecilia Alcott will go to Ichika Orimura’s dorm tonight for her “lessons”/punishment. Ichika will ride her ass hard. ”