Yukari's Plan

*Chiho*

On most days, the novelty of walking up and down stairs or across the halls of the apartment complex were a newfound wonder – similar to holding Uzume-chan in my arms or feeling the sun on my skin. Today, however, was not one of those days.

I hurt. My bones ached. My muscles burned. Sweat beaded unpleasantly at my forehead and the small of my back.

"Must… get… to…bath." I gasped. Was the hallway to Haihane's apartment always this long? "Uzume-chan. I can't make it. Carry me."

"Almost… there. How are you so tired?" Uzume-chan lacked either her usual flirtatiousness or playfulness as she panted behind me. Her hands were even on my shoulders helping me down the hall instead of my waist (or occasionally, my butt). "You were only training with Shirou. I had to spar with Karasuba."

"Next time… we'll swap." The door! Finally. "Then you… can see… how little that… matters."

Worse, after running us both into the ground, the two of them stayed back to finish their own exercises and clean up. At least the head start would give us time to shower and change without needing to fight over the shower. Five to an apartment was starting to feel a bit… cramped.

Fishing out the keys, I barely got it into the lock when the front door swung open to reveal two figures.

Akitsu had on a cornflower blue apron with delicate white flowers printed across it. The bib's sturdy material lifted (and squished) her breasts to her chest, displaying how voluptuous the quiet Sekirei was even if it didn't show much cleavage. The apron's skirt hung flat, though it wasn't enough to cover the full curves of her hips and thighs – covering only her lap and the top/insides of her legs – more like a shendyt than a full apron.

Haihane was also wearing an apron, though hers was sunshine yellow with alternating orange and red flower-petals forming various flower types across its surface. This apron was a bit more feminine as the skirt was ruffled with black hem curving around where it was fastened at the small of her back. The bib was also much thinner and smaller than Akitsu's, showing a generous display of her cleavage to make up for being less well-endowed than the other Sekirei.

Oh… and other than a headband – a familiar black-and-white frilled piece I recognized from Uzune-chan's collection – tying back Haihane's hair, there was not another single stitch of clothing between them.

"Ah… Welcome home Master." Akitsu started, dipping into a slight bow that caused her bib to billow out from her chest. "Would you like a bath?"

"Perhaps some dinner?" Haihane rasped, giggling. "Hehehe, or perhaps–"

Something covered my eyes, blackening out the sight of the two mostly (almost entirely, really) naked beauties as Uzume pulled me away. I could feel the taller girl's bosom resting on my shoulders as he held me protectively – jealously, really.

"Back off, harlots!" My Sekirei hissed, her multitudinous scarves undulating and snapping ominously like tentacles. "This one's mine!"

"Oh my…" I couldn't help but squeak. The imprint of those curves would… well… maybe if I was feeling up to it… being held so possessively was starting to make me feel a bit more energetic. Maybe Uzume would…

"Ah…" Akitsu blinked, looking up at us from her bow and completely disregarding Uzume-chan's threat display. "Not Master." She pouted.

"Boooo, it's just Chiho and Uzume." Haihane visibly deflated. 'Just Chiho and Uzume', eh? I would remember this the next time she asked me for cooking advice or wanted to borrow Uzume-chan's clothes. "Oh! Duh, I forgot. Wait here." She blurt out excitedly before she – oh… oh wow!

I tensed as Uzumed dragged me further into the hall and away from the flash of Haihane's – pert! – backside as she dashed into the house. The lithe Sekirei might not have Akitsu's stacked frame or Uzume-chan's model-like build, but her legs and ass were pure muscle like damn.

"Sorry, late notice, but here." Haihane returned, tossing a black card at Uzume, who snatched it out of the air. "Here's my MBI black card. Please come back tomorrow. Thank you."

With that, the door slammed shut.

…

"Ugh… those two…" Uzume ground out. I could feel her growl reverberate through her chest as she held me tight. "I think I miss Tsu-chan's prudishness…"

On the one hand… rude. I had been looking forward to a bath and a fresh change of clothes. On the other hand…

"Hey, Uzume-chan?" I poked her, fidgeting, but unable to bring myself to look up at my girlfriend. Wife? Mate?

"Yeah, Chi-chan?" Uzume spun me around back to (not) face her. A delicate finger traced the side of my neck, gently pushing my head up to meet her. "Do you want me to go in and teach them a thing or two about courtesy?"

"Ah…" I took a deep breath, mustering up my courage. "Let's go to a hotel."

"A hotel…" Uzume looked poleaxed for a moment, blinking at me.

"That's right." I moved (impossibly) closer, feeling like my face was on fire – so much so that if it weren't so pleasurable I'd almost think I was feverish. "A hotel. For the night – Ah!"

I squeaked once more as Uzume casually – delightfully – manhandled me. A moment of weightlessness and she hiked me up into a princess carry and practically flew back down the hall.

"Haihane. Akitsu. You are my most precious flat mates." I heard her tearfully mutter over the sound of wind rushing past my ears. "Let's go, Chi-chan!"

"Ah! Uzume!" I cried, holding on for dear life. "Slow down!"

*End*

Happy Valentines Day everyone. This was already written and planned. I'll have a white day one soon(ish, I hope)