Volume 13 Chapter 266 Chihiro Claire, Evolving Aqua
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Excuse us! Student Council here! Please make way!”
As soon as the broadcast echoed through the school halls—an overly confident voice I could only describe as divine—I hurried to the nap room, still dressed in my jersey.
I knew it. Aqua-kun’s boundless enthusiasm for serving others during the Cultural Festival wasn’t exactly a new issue… but this broadcast? What is he even thinking? No, no, no, this is seriously bad!
”Tch… I had a feeling he’d do something reckless without Kanon-san or Toa-chan around,” I muttered under my breath, clutching the hem of my jacket. “But to go so far as to say things like that… like people are just playthings…!”
Could it really be that Aqua-kun is… involved with everyone?
That old rumor flashed in my mind—one that used to swirl just among the girls before graduation.
Back then, it was said that if someone used the public bio-data of students for… inappropriate personal activities, we’d be notified. Otomezaki students usually had high moral standards, so even if they became targets, they were considerate of others. They’d leave anonymous messages on the school bulletin board—something we in the student council had no idea about at the time.
But when Yui-san visited Class 1-A that day, some of the sharpest girls already sensed something was off. From that moment, quiet whispers began to spread—rumors with no proof—that such things were really happening.
And now… the worst possibility is confirmed—by Aqua-kun himself, no less!
”Haa… haa…”
I made it near the nap room, but that was as far as I could go. The crowd ahead was thick, and I ducked into a narrow gap between students to get a better view.
”Beyond this point is restricted. Everyone, please stay calm.”
President Natalia-senpai stood at the front, a sturdy barrier of order maintained by the Disciplinary Committee behind her.
Not good. If I show my face here, I’ll be roped into helping as part of the council.
Looks like I have no choice.
Quietly, I slipped a hand into my pocket and retrieved a rarely used smartphone. I opened the secret communication channel I held as one of the Twelve Bishops of the Holy Aqua Religion.
`[Overseer: Female Knight, Chihiro Claire will arrive shortly. Allow her to pass through to the back.]`
I sent the message directly to Natalia-senpai—who was also a sister in the same faith.
`[Female Knight: Chihiro Claire? She’s a dear junior and friend. May I ask the reason?]`
Natalia-senpai, once a frontline member of the Stars Liberation Front, had received a title in anticipation of a bishop vacancy. Her code name, Female Knight, was clearly given in jest by Emily-san—who probably thought it sounded cool. She may not even realize the kanji for it read “kill” when used out of context.
Natalia-senpai, though a student of Class 2-A, also served as a nun in the Shirogane Kingdom’s church. Her class was known for its logical thinkers. If anything happened to Aqua-sama, she’d handle the situation well under orders from the Saint.
She doesn’t know my true identity as an executive in the Holy Aqua Religion.
…Honestly, if someone close to me found out I was part of a bizarre religious group, I’d never recover from the shame.
`[Female Knight: Understood. If anything happens to Claire, I’ll act immediately.]`
I swallowed my guilt as she stepped aside and opened a path for me.
”Th-thank you…”
I slipped past her, bowing my head lightly, and approached the nap room’s half-open door. Through the narrow opening, I cautiously peeked inside.
If things had gone too far already… if Aqua-sama had driven seven or eight students past the edge, then it might be too late for anyone to help.
”Now, now… massage… massage…”
”How are you feeling?”
I spotted Aqua-kun nestled between Satoko-chan and Kiyoka-chan, both holding him with gentle smiles. At least the so-called sacrificial ritual of the evil god Aqua-sama hadn’t started yet.
”Eh? Aqua-kun?” I whispered.
”Maybe… he’s asleep?”
It seemed even Aqua-sama wasn’t immune to exhaustion.
Kukuri-chan must’ve predicted this. She was the one who suggested bringing homemade anko mochi today. She really thinks ahead. Honestly, she deserves more praise than me.
Compared to Mary-sama and Kythera-sama, whose mature auras made their true motives hard to grasp, Kukuri-chan was always looking out for Emily-san and Aqua-kun. I can trust her completely.
”Ugh… Emily-san…” I muttered. “This role… it’s too much for an ordinary high school girl like me.”
”Wh-what do we do now…?”
”Well, um… maybe…”
Everyone’s eyes drifted toward Aqua-kun’s lower body.
A tense air filled the room.
Maybe it was the lingering effects of the massage, but Aqua-kun’s sacred form had responded boldly in his sleep.
”F-for now, let’s just lay him down neatly on the bed.”
”Yes. Let’s… do that.”
Yuko-chan from the basketball club and Misaki-chan from the baseball club carefully lifted Aqua-kun away from Satoko-chan and Kyoka-chan and placed him gently on the bed.
Even as they moved him, his sacred form remained… firm, like a sword pointed toward the heavens—an overwhelming presence compared to what we were taught in health class.
”U-um… is this okay…?” Iku-chan murmured, her voice shaky.
Iku-chan, the school’s most active bulletin lurker, had spoken aloud what everyone else only thought. I clenched my fists, prepared to intervene if necessary.
But these girls… they’ve been through a lot with Aqua-kun. They deserve at least a moment of peace—so long as it doesn’t go too far.
Of course, I’d stop them before anything irreversible happened. Aqua-kun would regret it otherwise.
”He looks kind of uncomfortable,” Ichika-chan said, brows furrowed. “Maybe we should make it easier for him?”
”U-um, his pants… they’re really tight,” Tokiko-chan added. “Should we… take them off?”
The two girls exchanged a hesitant glance, then silently nodded before slowly sliding Aqua-kun’s jersey pants—and his underwear—down.
Soft rustle.
In that moment, the sacred form of Aqua-sama was revealed to all of Class 2-A for the first time.
As expected, just like its divine owner, it had grown even more today—both in size and in presence.
I stared, unable to look away, my gaze hazy and warm.
”W-what!?”
”Shh! You’ll wake him up!”
Ruka-chan, the quiet girl with glasses and braids, quickly covered Nanami-chan’s mouth. The others remained frozen, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.
Still… I couldn’t help but wonder why Ruka-chan remained so calm.
”I mean… yeah, it was big for a toy, but this… this is more than that.”
”Wasn’t this… how it always was?”
”Wait… what do you mean by always?”
”It’s what we learned in class. When a guy gets excited, it grows. But still, I didn’t think it could get this big…”
Akari-chan, Kaho-chan, Moe-chan, and Minori-chan whispered back and forth, unsure whether to be amazed or confused.
Well… they weren’t wrong. In our old textbooks, it said that even if boys got excited, it wouldn’t be this intense. It was supposed to just firm up a little… tilt upward a bit…
This was clearly something else.
”Hey… don’t you smell something?” Mio-chan asked, narrowing her eyes as she sniffed the air.
Her steps, guided by an invisible trail, brought her closer to the resting place of the sacred body of Aqua—the fallen god whose very presence seemed to ripple through the atmosphere.
”Gross…” Mio muttered, wrinkling her nose.
She had leaned in too close. The dense, almost intoxicating masculine scent rising from Aqua’s sacred body struck her with unexpected force, twisting her expression into a mix of confusion and revulsion.
No matter how much Mio-chan, who claimed to only have eyes for girls, forced a smile or composed her words, there was no hiding it. A faint, telltale sheen had gathered along the insides of her thighs, where her shorts left her exposed.
”Ah… this is so bad,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she stepped back slightly.
”I… I might actually like this scent,” she admitted, pressing a hand against her chest.
”I know the feeling,” Sorane-chan murmured beside her, eyes half-lidded. “Just this much, and it already feels like I’m falling in love…”
Ryoko-chan and Natsuko-chan exchanged silent glances before leaning in again. All three girls, faces flushed, continued breathing in deeply, letting the scent envelop them like a mist that dulled thought.
The truth was simple—Aqua-sama’s final line of defense wasn’t magic or divine aura.
It was scent.
Any woman who drew near was rendered helpless by the masculine fragrance that drifted from his body. There was no resisting it.
”Fuu… this part might be the most dangerous…” Tsukino-chan muttered, her voice dazed as she hovered near Aqua’s lower body.
She’d pressed her face into the small of his back, where the concentrated scent was strongest. Her legs buckled slightly, and she nearly collapsed on the spot.
Startled, the other girls instinctively moved in to help—only to find themselves pulled toward the same place. One by one, they pressed their faces close, seeking the scent that had overwhelmed Tsukino-chan.
Watching it unfold, I remembered something from earlier.
This morning, tucked into a small display case in a corridor used only by the girls of the Shirogane Kingdom, there’d been a copy of the “Seibaku Newspaper” special edition. Its cover still lingered in my mind.
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Top 5 Favorite Scent Spots of Aqua-sama!!
As reported by women with connections to Aqua-sama himself!
1st Place: Behind Aqua-sama’s lower body.
—Sommelier of Male Fragrance: “It’s a scent that makes every girl’s knees weak. The kind of pheromone you only encounter once a century.”
—Y-san, responsible for sacred extraction: “That spot makes me feel the most… aware of his masculinity.”
2nd Place: Aqua-sama’s neck.
—Maiden Tashinami: “When I hug him, it’s so calming… Wait, what am I even saying?”
—Lady Anenami: “When I’m in his arms… I feel safe, desuwa. But I truly must compose myself…!”
3rd Place: Aqua-sama’s armpits.
—Training Companion Nee-san: “After he sweats from battle, the scent becomes irresistible.”
—Tsuki to Suppon-san: “It makes my heart race. Huh? Is it just me? Am I weird…?”
4th Place: Aqua-sama’s crown.
—Young Lady’s Maid: “Hehe… I love pressing my face to the top of his head when he’s resting.”
—Succubus of Dreams: “Every time I cradle him, I catch a bit of his scent… and now I’m addicted.”
5th Place: Aqua-sama’s pillow.
—Kokucho Agewa-san: “If his scent lingers the next morning, I feel a little too excited.”
—Hakuryuu Aiko-sensei: “Huh? Is it just me who… um, gets a little too attached to that pillow afterward?”
Hall of Fame: The sacred essence of Aqua-sama.
Entry by Special Correspondent Hagetoru, Chief of Private Matters.
Note: Some names remain unaltered due to last-minute printing issues. We apologize for the inconvenience.
—
I let out a breath as I stared at the sacred scene before me.
”Emily-san… I wonder if she even got permission to publish all that,” I muttered under my breath.
Hopefully, she wouldn’t be reprimanded too harshly.
But right now, that was a distant concern.
What mattered more than anything… was protecting Aqua-kun’s chastity.
I clenched my fists and refocused, eyes scanning the classroom, the girls, and the god-like boy who had somehow become the center of it all.
”Hey, um, is it okay for his thing to stay like this?” Miku-chan’s quiet question from the Naginata Club made everyone in the classroom exchange uneasy glances.
”But… touching it without permission isn’t right!” Rittan’s small voice added firmly, and I nodded in agreement.
”Yeah, usually Yui-san said it feels better to handle it gently, but you definitely need permission first,” Keiko-chan said seriously. “Unauthorized contact is just not okay too…”
Keiko-chan, with her slender frame, and Urara-chan, the cool and calm beauty, spoke up, restoring calm to the room. After nearly a year and a half living with the unpredictable Aqua-sama, their composure was impressive. To be able to see the sacred thing so closely and even be near it without losing control took remarkable mental strength—warriors like them were on another level.
”I guess… we should return it then,” someone muttered.
”Eh? But in this state… can it even fit inside the pants?” Tsubaki-chan and Nodoka-chan exchanged looks filled with both worry and curiosity.
The tension was too thick to just watch anymore. I took a steady breath and opened the Break Room door all the way.
”Ah, Claire-san,” someone said.
”Claire-chan, this… um…” whispers of panic floated around as they saw my expression.
”Everyone, stay calm. It’s fine,” I said gently, placing the defenselessly sleeping Aqua-kun’s head on my lap. My hand reached toward the delicate, sacred object.
”I’m sure this is something you’ll all face someday, so it’s good to observe carefully and remember. This is handj*b. I won’t do anything today, but Aqua-kun would appreciate gentle care someday, so it’s best to keep that in mind quietly.”
I touched the object gently, moving slowly so as not to wake Aqua-kun. The girls’ eyes widened, and faint sighs of awe slipped out. The moment was strange, thrilling even—something unspoken lingered in the air.
”Everyone, it’s okay to accept these feelings when they come. Maybe one day, it won’t be just one person involved—like Lisa-chan, Uruha-chan, Kokona-chan, and others—so it’s better to be ready.”
They looked at me, some shy at first, but then Kaoru-chan from the volleyball club quietly slipped her hand inside her clothes, unable to resist. One by one, the others followed, easing the tension in the room as they quietly took comfort in their own way.
”Ah… no way something this big could fit…” Nagisa-chan, the ponytailed girl with glasses, slipped her hand lightly beneath her thin panties, the delicate fabric surprisingly scant for someone so serious. She traced her most sensitive places with careful, trembling fingers. You really can’t judge a person just by how they look—I forced myself to keep a straight face as Emily-san’s image quietly popped into my mind without permission.
”Nn… please… let it be my first time,” Saya Kaoru-chan whispered, her voice small but filled with determination. Though still a virgin, she wore underwear that left little to the imagination. Her quiet nature hid a boldness few noticed. Honestly, I thought she’d be better off without any of it, no panties or bras at all. Since the Cultural Festival pre-party, I’d been living without those restrictions myself—imagining a reward in the form of a stern scolding later only made it feel more exhilarating at home.
”Ah, there it is…”
”That’s it… make me lose control.”
”I’m coming… I can’t hold back!”
”Ha… ha… ha…”
Heh, everyone was pushing through just fine.
Class 2A, including Sugita-sensei, had all signed consent forms specifically for Aqua-kun and agreements allowing… well, things that could happen without prior warning. Even during the festival, with all the hustle, they’d come prepared—wearing not just competitive underwear, but also delicate baby dolls. Clearly, they were ready for whatever might come now that Aqua-kun was staying here.
The god Aqua-sama—no, Aqua-kun—was relentless. I hoped someday these girls, who endured all this with such quiet resolve, would receive a proper reward. Everyone was careful to avoid breaking their innocence, protecting Aqua-kun’s favor by handling themselves quietly.
”Everyone, Aqua-kun’s blessing… bring yourself closer. That’s right.”
This was at least some small kindness for everyone enduring the waiting game. I quickened my pace just slightly, and Aqua-kun responded with a sudden release, a gentle flood that felt overwhelming even without seeing it directly.
Ah… the thought of such a gift helping all these girls, and even helping with the future of their world—it was almost too much to bear. I remembered over and over how it felt, how deep and urgent it seemed, how much the body ached to embrace it fully.
”What’s this sticky feeling?”
”The man’s blessing is so strange… amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
”The scent… I like it more than I thought.”
”It covered my face completely—could this really be a promise?”
”I’ll definitely lose my innocence to Aqua-kun. After this, I don’t think I could think about anyone else.”
”Should I swallow it?”
”Yeah, I left my mouth open and got more than I expected. It actually tasted nice.”
Seeing my classmates’ flushed faces, their hair, and clothes touched by Aqua-kun’s mysterious gift, I smiled quietly. While everyone basked in the calm after, I carefully cleaned the little divine spirit from my lips and slipped back into my underwear and jersey pants.
Well… looks like things are settled here for now. The girls would probably change soon, so I needed to secure the shower room next. I left the break room, glancing back at the girls quietly comforting each other.
As I mentioned in the extra chapter, Nikaido-san from the volleyball club was originally named Kyoko, but since that overlaps with Announcer Onidzuka, I’ll change it to Kyoka.
Also, Claire-san isn’t just some stomachache character. As the chief follower of the heretical religion, she’s actually a strong presence.
”I raised Claire!” Emily declared proudly.
Claire blinked in confusion. “…Huh?”
Emily instantly dropped into a deep bow. “Sorry! Sorry! I take full responsibility!”
Hakuryuu-sensei patted Emily gently on the shoulder. “Emily-chan, more than that, I have something important to discuss with you.”
Anenami grinned with a hint of menace. “Guhehe, if you want to be scolded properly, my room is open.”
Nee-san gave a terrifying smile. “Even with secret names, it’s obvious who you are, right?”
Kanon burst out tearfully, “Emily-senpai, you’re such an idiot!!”
Emily squeaked, “Eek!”
After that scene, those who saw Emily returned to normal—she only reflected for five minutes before snapping back to her usual self.
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