The battle was over, but the steam had only just begun.
Minaga Hanegawa, the self-proclaimed Abyss King, had been utterly obliterated by Gojo's Benikazuchi. What remained of him glittered in the sea breeze like cursed sea glass, fragments of power scattered across the Spirit Ocean. As the sun pierced through the dissipating storm clouds, an air of serenity finally returned to the battered sea realm.
Gojo lay unconscious, buried under a pile of bouncing bosoms and soaked thighs. Suma, Hiyori, Hikami, and Mizuki had all collapsed on top of him in a squirming, groaning mess. Their clothes were tattered from battle, dripping wet, and leaving very little to the imagination.
"Ugh... what happened? Did I die and go to a pervy heaven?" Gojo murmured, eyes half-lidded as Suma's soft chest practically suffocated him.
"No, idiot," Mizuki said, brushing hair out of her eyes. She was straddling his waist, cheeks red, trying to keep her dress from falling apart. "You just saved the Spirit Ocean and passed out after groping half of us."
"That last part was not intentional," Gojo coughed, though his hands still suspiciously clutched something warm and squishy on both sides.
Hikami slapped his forehead with a glowing palm. "Let go of my boobs before I incinerate your soul."
He blinked. "They're yours? Sorry. Thought they were Suma's."
"They're mine now," Suma declared, wrapping her arms around Gojo and pulling him deeper into her soaked cleavage. "He needs emergency CPR. With tongue."
"I'LL DO IT!" shouted Hiyori, scrambling over, tripping on her own ripped skirt, and face-planting directly into Gojo's crotch. "Agh! Why is this always where I land?!"
Mizuki rolled off of Gojo and sighed. "Pervert. Idiots. All of you."
Suddenly, a blue sigil shimmered in the sky, and the calm water split once more—this time gently, as a dignified man rose from below.
He wore regal azure robes, trailed by ocean silk and adorned with an ornate trident. His silver hair flowed like moonlight on water, and his beard was as graceful as a waterfall.
Lord Aomine, the Water Duke. Mizuki's uncle.
Behind him floated spirit guards and a massive sea turtle throne.
"The Leviathan is gone. The Abyss sealed. The balance restored," he said. "By decree of the Spirit Council, I, Aomine, shall ascend as the new King of the Water Realm."
Mizuki gasped. "Uncle..."
Aomine turned to her. "Mizuki. Your journey with the Spirit Guardians was reckless, improper... and worthy of the highest praise."
Mizuki bowed low. "Thank you, Uncle. I am proud to have fought by their side."
His eyes shifted to Gojo. "You. Mortal. Spirit God."
Gojo stood with difficulty, clothes barely hanging on. "Yo. Nice beard."
Aomine gave a long sigh. "You are uncouth, inappropriate, and a walking violation of every sacred law. But… you have my gratitude. And my blessing."
Gojo blinked. "Blessing for what?"
Mizuki suddenly stepped forward.
"I'm going with him."
Everyone froze.
Aomine raised an eyebrow. "You mean…?"
"Yes. I've made my decision," Mizuki said, blushing but resolute. "I've always been told duty comes before desire... but after seeing Gojo risk his life, eat spirit-charged panties, and fight a Leviathan shirtless… I realized something."
She turned to Gojo and grabbed his hand.
"I want to be your wife, Gojo Kase."
Dead silence.
Then—
Suma screamed. "EH?! NO FAIR! I already declared dibs in chapter twelve!"
Hiyori panicked. "D-does this mean I'm mistress number two?! Or number three?!"
Hikami looked away, cheeks burning. "...Do you accept her proposal?"
Gojo scratched his head. "Well, uh... yeah. I mean, she's hot, smart, and doesn't try to kill me. Most of the time."
Mizuki flushed. "Then it's settled. I'm moving into his place. We're making it official."
Lord Aomine gave a knowing smile. "I shall prepare your bridal gift: the Pearl of Aether, and a sea dragon's blessing."
The girls all glared murderously.
—
Back in the Human World: Gojo's Apartment, Now A Harem Warzone
Three days later, the Spirit Maidens arrived in yukatas for the Festival of the Spirit Moon. A thousand lanterns lit up the night. But inside Gojo's small apartment...
There was no peace.
"Why is Mizuki using my toothbrush?!" Suma shouted.
"She's also using your panties," Gojo mumbled, nursing a bloody nose.
Mizuki winked from the kitchen in just an apron. "Sharing is caring."
Hiyori came out of the bath wrapped only in a towel. "Where's my bra—wait, Mizuki, is that MY BRA?!"
Hikami dropped a book and stared. "This is turning into a brothel, not a house."
Suddenly, a knock.
Gojo opened the door.
A voluptuous woman stood there, dressed like a shrine maiden, but with her chest barely contained and her hips swaying like a succubus.
"Hello, my sweet little God," she purred. "I am Lady Kirika... priestess of the Scarlet Serpent Sect. I've come to perform your Binding Ceremony."
Gojo blinked. "Another one?!"
Mizuki stormed to the door, apron flying. "Back off, busty serpent! He's MY husband!"
Suma latched onto Gojo's leg. "I saw him naked first!"
Hikami readied a spell. "You want chaos? You got it."
The apartment exploded into magical light, bouncing panties, and soaked yukatas.
As Gojo flew into a pile of cushions under a mountain of girls, he sighed.
"I saved the world… but now I live in a pervy warzone."
To Be Continued: "Bride Battle Royale – Spirit Panty Wars!"
Going to be soon....