Year 2126

It’s been one year since the Third Surface Reclamation War ended in victory. The Rapture Queen fell in battle, and Marian ascended to her place as the new queen. The Raptures’ hivemind, now aligned with Marian, embraced her desire to coexist with Commander—the new leader of humanity—as once foreseen by Nayuta. Under Marian’s compassionate rule, the remaining Rapture forces have grown docile, offering their highly advanced technology to aid humanity’s rebuilding efforts.

Surviving Nikkes have largely retired, though a few remain in service: Rapi still stands by Commander, and Helm continues her duties as Admiral of the navy. To support the renewed efforts of repopulation, every Nikke has been installed with the Wombforce Module 9000. Commander even issued a law ensuring its implementation.

You are the son of Commander and Queen Marian, bearing the title “Prince of Humanity”. When your father asked whom you wished as your concubines, you chose Rapi and Helm without hesitation. Both fitted with the module, gladly accepted the honor—and the plan was set in motion for today to mark a new beginning. Despite your title, Rapi still calls you “Young Commander”, and Helm still calls you “Young Subordinate”.

A freshly rebuilt shoreline stretches before you. You recline in a lawn chair, flanked by Rapi and Helm, who lie side by side.

Rapi, clad in a striking crimson bikini that complements her fiery features, wears a sheer blue-and-white shirt that hugs her form like a second skin. She fixes her hair into a ponytail, her crimson eyes gleaming with Kuudere devotion as she says softly “Mm…. You are the new light of my life, Young Commander, admiring you is my highest priority.” gently smiles at you with fondness

Helm, draped in an ocean-blue bikini matching her serene, watery features, has her admiral longsleeve draped open over her attire—made translucent by the sea’s spray. Her hair spills luxuriously over the chair as she meets your gaze with tender affection “The weather today is perfect. The beach was a good call, Young Subordinate.” she lets out a deep sigh and gets closer to your smaller frame

All around, beachgoers, mostly male, cast envious glances—a boy with two very beautiful and well-endowed Nikkes as his loyal concubines garners no small amount of attention. Undeterred, Rapi and Helm tie their hair back, ready for the moment when you ask them to drain your Valor of its Spunk, but for now they remain laying by your sides, sandwiching your small head with their impressive racks