The next day, we delivered the survivors who wanted to go to the evacuation site, which also included all the students.

Kazu Ishii and Kohta seemed reluctant but Komuro explained from his side. He must have been worried about his mother.

Hope she is fine!

Every milf must be treasured.

After I returned, Yuriko and Saya stopped me near the gate.

Hearing some noise, I turned around to find several cars entering the Estate. This friend of Yuriko loved to show off their wealth.

“Dear son-in-law, put off that jealous expression.” Yuriko grinned.

I pulled her closer and pointed at my cheeks. “The price is a kiss.”

She looked between the cars and me before she gave a quick peck on my cheeks. “Good?”

I pointed at my lips. “Last one.”

“No way.”

Tch.

“Saya, why are you letting him ogle me? Are you okay with it?”

Saya slid closer and hid beside me. “Look, someone came out of the car.”

Releasing Yuriko, I shifted my gaze to the car and froze. Amidst the dozen beauties, a woman stood out with her long flowing silver hair. She wore a white trench coat with golden and crimson accents. Her crimson eyes peeked out of her white mask.

Yes, she was the infamous Silver Lady.

I took out the glasses to appraise her status.

Yoko Sagiri was the mysterious sister of Yuko Sagiri in the manga, only showing up once in the time I read. She went through artificial enhancements?

Before that, she was also the Silver Lady, also known as Chief Valkyrie.

And she was also the protagonist made to fight Natsumi at some point. She was stronger than Natsumi with her broken gravity magic, spatial sense to improve her swordsmanship, and fucking Mana Blast.

A certain explosion loli will be delighted to see this skill.

Why was this woman with a bombshell body a chuuni…?

Yuriko pinched my waist. “Stop ogling her.”

“Yuriko is more beautiful, though.”

She turned her gaze at my sincere praise. “I-If you say so.”

Did she just blush?

Cute…

“Yuriko,” Yoko called out in a soothing voice, snapping Yuriko out of her reverie.

Yuriko ran toward Yoko and the two busty women hugged—a sight for sore eyes!

The beauties ranging from lolis to onee-sans with colorful hair—the self-proclaimed Valkyries surrounded Yoko and Yuriko.

Someone hugged me from behind and nuzzled their soft cheeks against me. “So many prey for Asahi-kun.”

“Shiori… you know I haven’t touched any women in the entire survivor base.”

“Isn’t that because none of them meet your standards?”

“Where is Aimi?” I skillfully diverted the topic.

“Aimi-san is doing something on her laptop in her room. Saeko is working on lunch. Nao-san is sleeping in her room. Aiko-chan and Rini-chan are playing games with Leme-chan. Shizuka nee-chan is watching television with Rika-san. Shiori-chan is spreading her love while Saya-chan is watching her enviously,” She recited everyone’s whereabouts in one breath.

“Amazing.”

“Thanks for your praise.”

“I am not envious or anything,” Saya whispered. “You are spreading lies instead of love.”

I wrapped my arms around the lovable tsundere’s waist and pulled her in my embrace. “I shared most showers with you.”

“That was because you wanted to have q-quickie.”

“Hah, I wanted? Who was the one who rubbed her boobs—”

“—It’s enough. I wanted it first, okay?”

“See, being honest isn’t that hard.”

“Your thing is harder…”

“I know I am the best.”

“Hmph.”

Yuriko grasped Yoko’s hand and led her toward us. Shiori stopped fooling around and stood beside me. Yoko’s gaze darted toward Shiori and Saya before stopping on me with a hint of caution.

“Is this son-in-law who saved your life?” She smiled at Shiori. “You are also a swordsman?”

Yoko was eyeing the katana hanging on Shiori’s waist.

“Yes, though inferior to my sister, I am a Busujima swordsman,” Shiori answered. “Why don't we have a fun match?”

“Oh, Busujima.” Yoko seemed interested. “Perhaps later, right now, I am exhausted after entertaining the old fools.”

Old fools? Must be the politicians.

“Deal.”

Shiori was hellbent on improving. I stepped closer and grasped Yoko’s free hand, kissing the back of her hand.

“Name is Asahi Marikawa.”

I acted like a jackass to gauge everyone’s reaction. And as I expected, the self-proclaimed Valkyries exploded into whispers, their eyes glaring daggers at me.

Yep, these Valkyries worshipped Yoko onee-sama. In other words, they were members of Yoko’s Fanclub.

“I never expected Yuriko to take a playboy man as her son-in-law… the world has truly changed,” she said.

Yuriko smiled bitterly. Gonna spank her for real this time.

I released Yoko’s hand, only to get grabbed by her. Her expression was hidden but her crimson eyes had an amused glint. She squeezed with enough strength to crush any average guy’s hand. However, I showed a relaxed smile.

“You are really strong, even more than me,” She remarked in an eerily calm voice, nodded to herself, and let go of my hand.

I silently grasped Shiori’s hand reaching for her katana. I understood her character. She was furious at Yoko for trying to harm me. However, this might escalate into a political struggle if Shiori attacks anyone or worse considering the self-proclaimed Valkyries’ fanaticism.

It will affect Yuriko’s relationship with Yoko. I didn’t want to see her cry since I swore to cherish them.

Brute force isn’t the answer to everything.

Faking my best smile, I asked, “Are you single?”

Everyone reacted differently to my question. Yuriko showed a dark expression, Saya pinched my waist, Shiori chuckled, and the Valkyries froze. Yoko’s crimson eyes flickered with a strange light and she let out an amused chuckle.

“Asahi, was it? I like your attitude.”

“...”