“Well that was certainly a stinker to hear,” groaned Kaolla as her group made their way towards Hinata House, now that school was done for the day and the students were heading home.  “We didn’t even do anything wrong!”

“Kaolla, be reasonable,” countered Shinobu.  “We all sprouted up a few inches in front of several students during gym class.  That sort of thing just doesn’t happen, so it’s only natural that the school authorities would be concerned about that sort of thing.”

“But suspension!?” asked Kaolla.  “We’re called down to the principal’s office to be suspended?  Aside from a modest growth spurt, what other cause did they have to suspend us?”

“To be fair, Kaolla,” said Mei, “it’s not REALLY a suspension.  All they did was request us to stay home and engage in at-home, remote learning for a few days at minimum.  It’s not like we’re officially suspended from our enrollment at school.  Right, Motoko?”

“They do have a point there, Kaolla,” said the oldest of the group.  “You can’t really fault the principal or the others too much for wanting to be cautious about this matter.  After all, they have no idea as to how much we’re going to keep growing like this, given that you’ve yet to come up with an antidote to stop these growth spurts.  So it’s pretty reasonable on their part to look out for the other students and staff and keep us from coming back until we’re certain that we’re not going to get any bigger in the foreseeable future.”

“Even so,” grumbled Kaolla, “I think that they were overreacting a little bit in their decision making.”

“Aww, come on,” chimed in Sarah, “those rooms and hallways were getting too small for the likes of us as things stood.  So coming back everyday while these growth spurts keep happening would be a recipe for disaster sooner or later.  We’d probably end up being too big to fit inside the school in a week or so at the most, so we might as well make the most of this and enjoy our little ‘staycation’ away from school for the time being.  And like the others said, we’ll still be given homework and stuff, so it’s not like we’re getting expelled or anything along those lines.”

“Yeah yeah,” grumbled Kaolla.  “I’d say that you’re just happy to be out of school for a few days, Sarah-chan.  The growth spurts are just a convenient excuse to you, that’s all.”

As the group of schoolgirls walked closer towards Hinata House, they got the usual stares and gawking from passersby that would be expected when looking at a group of a half-dozen women with striking figures and who also stood more than 8 feet tall (or more than 9 feet tall in Motoko’s case).  Fortunately, Kaolla’s portable scramblers came in handy once more as anybody who tried to snap a picture or film the whole lot of them were unable to use their phone or cameras in order to do so.  That sort of thing was especially appreciated to keep any potential perverts from trying to sneak a peek and get a pantyshot during that time, given how teasingly short the girls’ skirts were by this point.

“When we get home, Kaolla,” said Shinobu, “I want you to REALLY make some serious progress in studying these potential cures you told us about earlier in school, okay?  It would be good to know that we’re not going to get too much bigger at this point, given that some of us are already too tall to stand up indoors without bumping into the ceiling in most rooms at the dorms.”  In this case, Shinobu was referring to Motoko, Tsuruko, and Amalla, though if the older women had growth spurts like the younger group had today, there was a good chance that even more of the Hinata women would be too tall to stand up straight without their scalps making contact with the ceiling.

“Okay, okay,” sighed Kaolla in response.  While she admittedly was thinking over possible antidotes or counter serums to further slow or stop the growth spurts, her mind was more focused on who to have bed Keitaro next for the good of the harem plan.  The more lascivious part of her thought of just having it be herself as the next candidate, but as much as she enjoyed the prospect of a night in bed with Keitaro, she felt that it would be better to have someone from her clique be the next to go.

Most likely the easiest candidates to convince would be Shinobu or Motoko by this point, given the level of affection they each had for Keitaro, though Nyamo may very well be in the same category by this point as well.  The Pararakelese islander girl was simply too much of an introvert at times that it was hard to outright discern her tastes and desires at times, but Kaolla had a pretty good inkling that if she proposed that Nyamo disrobe and “get busy” with Keitaro, she would do so in a heartbeat with no reservations, given how quietly smitten she was with the Tokyo U dropout.

Of course, Kaolla had no intention of leaving out Sarah and Mei in all of this.  It was simply a matter of timing and getting the best candidates to take that final step in bedding Keitaro and becoming his wives.  So with that in mind, Kaolla figured that she might as well get either Motoko, Shinobu, or Nyamo to be the next one to consummate their love for Keitaro and become officially part of the harem.

‘I’ll run things by big sis Amalla, of course,’ thought Kaolla, ‘but I’m thinking that if anything, Motoko should tag-team with her sister when bedding Keitaro.  That would probably be best for them all.  So that leaves Shinobu and Nyamo to pick from…maybe the two of them together?  That would certainly make for an interesting match-up.  Of course, Amalla might have candidates of her own to pick from among the other women.  Given that Naru, Mutsumi, and Kanako have all had their turn, no need to worry about any of them tonight.  So that leaves Haruka, Tsuruko, Big Sister, and Kitsune…and while Big Sis is only too eager to jump in and get her share of some good, quality loving, hopefully she’s like me and knows when to hold back.  So then that leaves Haru-chan, Tsu-chan, and Ki-chan to pick from…and I have an idea of who to pick from there and potentially combine with my pick.’

Kaolla couldn’t help but drool just a tiny little bit as her mind wandered with increased anticipation, her mouth salivating at the idea of a nude Keitaro getting into some rather steamy and passionate love-making with two or three women tonight, with all of them (the women) naked as well…and particularly horny as they would be looking forward to Keitaro helping them scratch their proverbial “itch,” as it were.  While Kaolla might not be quite the horndog compared to her older sister, the Molmolian supergenius had a big enough libido (laced with genuine romantic affection, rest assured) to help fuel her desire for Keitaro’s pleasure, her own, and that of the other Hinata women to boot.

As the group of six made their way closer towards Hinata House, they were glad that those among the general public would no longer ogle them anymore by this point.  While the vast majority of strangers and citizens of Hinata City were harmless and more-or-less friendly at a bare minimum, there was always the occasional pervert or less-than-wholesome sort whom they had to be cognizant of as the Hinata ladies made their way throughout town, whether that was the younger group making their way to and from school or any of the older women traversing their way through town on any of a number of errands they needed to run..  While the idea of being accosted by anyone with perverted intentions was more of a nuisance than a genuine threat to deal with, it was still quite the bother to deal with more times than not.

As far as Kaolla was concerned, the only one who had any business getting involved in anything perverted with the large and lovely ladies of Hinata was Keitaro Urashima, given how adamant and driven both Kaolla and her sister were in having Keitaro married off to all thirteen women of Hinata House, with Amalla having  the added goal of bringing Keitaro and the Hinata women into the Molmolian royal family and thus into an even larger harem as a result.

‘While having Keitaro and the others brought into the fold is all well and good,’ thought Kaolla, ‘for the time being, having everyone at peace with both their feelings towards Keitaro and accepting one another as sister-wives is more important.  I appreciate big sister’s drive towards combining the Hinata harem with the royal harem back home, but she REALLY needs to learn to control her own impulses and desires every now and then, I swear.’

As the group of six was making their way through town towards Hinata House, there just so happened to be an individual who felt the need to stop and briefly intervene.

“Excuse me!” declared an old man who was waving his arm as he came closer to the group.  “Could I trouble you all for a moment?  I won’t take too long.”

The group of six stopped in their tracks and were somewhat surprised that a member of the general public was going out of his way to approach them.  Given their towering heights, it wouldn’t be too shocking or off-putting for most people to keep their distance from the Hinata women by this point.  Even though none of them had any malicious intentions whatsoever, their great heights alone conveyed a sense of might and power that others couldn’t help but marvel at as well as fear, knowing that being on the receiving end of such a large person’s wrath would be QUITE unpleasant to say the least.  That was why it was so surprising that this old man was going out of his way to approach these towering beauties.

“Um, hello sir,” began Shinobu as she stared far down at the man, “can we help you with something?”

“Oh, no need for any help from any of you, little missy,” replied the old man somewhat ironically (given that none of these women were “little” anymore).  “I just caught sight of you all and remembered seeing YOU in particular.”  The old man pointed towards Motoko on that last part.

“Me?” asked the Aoyama woman.

“Yep,” the man continued.  “You and some friends of yours were out shopping the other day in the market when y’all intervened and helped me out with a problem of mine, remember?”

Motoko paused for a moment as she recollected that day’s events.  She partly wished to block them out, given that it ended with Keitaro taking a bullet to the gut and worrying the whole lot of the Hinata women greatly, but even so she thought back to the minor events of that day.  She recalled the back-and-forth dialogue between her group and those gangster thugs, one of which was trying to hit on Amalla briefly, followed up with the big group brawl and the growth spurt which she and the others experienced.  Before that, the thugs were being loud and obnoxious as they were harassing one of the vendors at the stalls.  A second later, the realization clicked.

“Yes,” said Motoko slowly, “you’re the man who was being harassed by those brutes the other day, correct?  The fish stand, I believe.”

“Indeed I am, Missy,” the man replied with a grin.  “I was being hassled by those punks over  demands for protection money.  They’re basically the local hoodlums who try to strong-arm people into paying them for protection.  At first, I said yes to their little offer, figuring it would be a fair trade and all, but then they started demanding more and more before too long, so I told them I didn’t want it anymore.”

“And when they heard that, I’m guessing they didn’t take kindly to it, I wager,” said Mei.

“Not at all,” the fishmonger replied.  “Even though I told them that I wanted out of the arrangement and that I wouldn’t pay them anymore, they basically told me that once I was in that there was no way of getting out.  It was basically ‘Do as you’re told or we trash your stall,’ as far as they were concerned.  It had been building up for a few weeks and ended up coming to a head that day that you and your friends showed up.”

“I see,” said Motoko.

“In any case, I wanted to thank you for steppin’ in like that when you did,” continued the old man.  “I’m real sorry about that young fella who was with you that day.  From what I recall, he ended up gettin’ hurt real bad in the process, right?”  The question put all six women in a somewhat dour mood, with their faces having rather deflated looks on their lovely features.

“That’s correct,” answered Kaolla.  “Fortunately, the damage wasn’t too severe and we managed to get him back home and patched up not long after.  He’s on his way to making a full recovery.”

“Again, I’m really sorry that things turned out the way they did for the poor guy,” said the fishmonger.  “Given what you and him went through, I wanted to make it up to y’all somehow afterwards if I ever bumped into any of ya.  So, since you’re all here in fronta me…well, some of ya from that day, anyway…I wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya, to show I’m grateful for the help and all.”

“That’s really not necessary, sir,” said Shinobu.  “Motoko and the others from that day were just doing what they thought was right.  There’s no need for repayment or anything like that.”

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to insist on it,” said the fishmonger.  “At a bare minimum, I wanna give y’all the finest of my latest haul, assumin’ at least some of ya have a taste for seafood, that is.”

“I’m sure that there are at least some in our group who enjoy seafood,” said Motoko.  “What are you offering in particular?”

“A pretty wide selection,” the old man replied.  “I’ve got cuts of bluefin tuna, yellowfin tuna, eel, scallops, oysters, shrimp, octopus, mackerel, and others to choose from.  Feel free to come by my shop and take a look.  I’ll give ya a sizable bundle to choose from, and on the house this time around, as my way of sayin’ thank you for helpin’ when ya did.”

“We appreciate it, sir,” said Mei, “but we really need to be heading back home now, so I’m not sure we could carry what you’re offering at the moment.”

“No worries, I’ve got this,” said Kaolla with a grin as she pulled out a remote controller and started pressing a few buttons.

“What are you doing?” asked Sarah.

“Calling in one of my mecha-Tama drones and having it zero in on our position.  It should be here in a few minutes.  I’ll stay back and pick out from the selection this man is offering, if you’re okay with that, sir.”  Kaolla turned towards the fishmonger on that last part.  “Wouldn’t want you to think that I’m simply mooching off of your generosity so that you’re giving your fish away to just anybody and all.  While I wasn’t there that day, my big sister was.”

“Yeah, you certainly look like that other dark-skinned gal who was there that day,” said the fishmonger.  “I was just about to ask if you’re related to her.  In any case, I’ve got no problem with ya lookin’ through what I have on offer.  I’d also like to state that I’ll put in a discount on whatever you fancy after today, as my way of showin’ gratitude and all.”

“That’s REALLY not necessary, sir,” insisted Shinobu.  “We appreciate the courtesy of that gesture, but I wouldn’t want you to risk going out of business by handing us quality fish for next to nothing.  This one-time delivery is more than enough in terms of repayment.  Am I right, girls?”

Mei and Nyamo nodded in agreement with Shinobu, while Sarah shrugged her shoulders, more or less indicating that she was of a like-minded sentiment.  Motoko simply stood there in mild uncertainty, for while she generally agreed with Shinobu’s logic, she also didn’t want to offend the fishmonger in his attempt to convey gratitude.

“Tell you what,” replied the fishmonger, “let’s make a deal:  I’ll offer y’all ladies a discount on every Friday of the week so that you don’t feel like you’re hurtin’ me in the wallet, okay?  That way you don’t have to feel guilty over this lil arrangement, deal?”

“I’d call that a fair and reasonable trade,” replied Kaolla with a grin.  “In any case, you all head back to the dorms.  I’ll catch up with you once I’ve loaded everything onto my mecha-Tama and hitch a ride back, okay?”

“Well, okay then,” said Motoko.  “Just be careful, alright?”

With that, the group minus Kaolla Su made their way back on track towards Hinata House, leaving the Molmolian supergenius with the fishmonger to peruse his stall and make some selections here and there.  Sure enough, within five minutes, Kaolla’s mecha-Tama had landed in a relatively open area nearby and opened up its side-port hatches for Kaolla to load the seafood onto.  After finishing up with hauling the last of the seafood, Kaolla turned to the fishmonger.

“We certainly appreciate the kindness of this gesture, my good sir,” said Kaolla with a smile as she looked down upon the old man.  Given his height relative to her own, she wagered the man stood no taller than 5-and-a-half feet tall.  Of course, there was pretty much NOBODY in all of town - hell, probably nobody in the whole country - who stood at Kaolla’s height or taller other than the other Hinata women by this point.

“Think nothing of it, young lady, and the offer stands for you and your friends,” replied the fishmonger.  “Way I see it, it’s the least I can do to show my gratitude for helpin’ out an old man like me.”

“You’re too kind, sir,” replied Kaolla with a grin.  As she finished packing up, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was being watched.  She quickly scanned the area in her immediate vicinity and sure enough, something - or more accurately, someone - caught her eye.

Standing perhaps thirty feet or so away from Kaolla and the fishmonger was a group of five men, ranging in age from their mid twenties to early forties by the looks of them.  One of them wore a typical black dress suit with matching tie while the others either wore biker-themed clothing or hoodies and sweatpants.  Some of them wore blinged-out jewelry (rings, piercings, gold chains, etc.) and there were a few of them with tattoos on either their faces, arms, or both.  By the look of their overall demeanor, they weren’t exactly what one would consider to be a savory or wholesome bunch of characters.

“Say there, good sir,” said Kaolla to the fishmonger while still keeping her eyes on the group of five, “the group of thugs who harassed you that day…did they by chance look sort of like the guys over there?”  The fishmonger turned to look at what Kaolla was looking at.  Upon spotting the group of five, his eyes slightly widened and he responded.

“As a matter of fact, yeah,” said the old man.  “I’d wager that those fellas over there are part of the same gang of punks who were botherin’ me the other day.  Guess they were part of a bigger group than I thought.  I thought the police hauled all of them off to prison, but I guess there were more than I originally suspected.  You want me to call for help, Missy?”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” replied Kaolla with a grin as she closed up the doors on her mecha-Tama robot before pushing some buttons on her remote controller.  “I just wanted to be sure of what I saw, that’s all.  You should probably head home now and lock your doors just to be safe, Mister.”

“You sure you’re gonna be okay, Miss?” asked the fishmonger.  “Wouldn’t want a sweet young lady like you gettin’ tangled up with that bunch.”

“It’s sweet of you to worry like that, Sir,” replied Kaolla with a chuckle, “but I’ll be fine, I assure you.  Besides, I’m not exactly a little girl by the looks of it, now am I?  I like to think that I’m all GROWN up and can look after myself when I need to.”  Obviously, Kaolla couldn’t help but make a playful statement regarding her size, given that she was now more than eight feet in height.

“Well…okay then,” said the old man with some uncertainty in his voice.  “If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure,” said Kaolla politely as she began making her way towards the group of five.

It was at that moment that one of the men choked up, given that the towering beauty was now zeroing in on their position as she walked directly towards them.

“Oh crap, she’s coming right for us!” he whispered tensely to his comrades.  “What do we do?”

“Keep your cool,” said the one in the suit.  “We’re not doing anything out of the ordinary right now.  Just a bunch of guys standing in a small group, minding our own business, that’s all.  If she makes a move on us, we’re in our rights to respond if need be.”

“You say that right now,” grumbled another of the group, “but she’s gotta be…what?  Seven, eight feet tall!?  She’s a freakin’ she-hulk, just like the others in her group!  She could probably snap any one of us like a twig if she were serious.  You REALLY wanna chance havin’ a throw-down with a chick like that?”

“Like I said, keep your heads and don’t make any sudden moves.  She’s got nothin’ on us, so as long as none of you do anything stupid, we should be fine.  Worst case scenario: If she pulls a fast one on us, we’re within our rights to defend ourselves.” The one in the suit appeared to be the leader of the bunch, given how he was trying to control the others and keep them in line.

“I dunno,” said another.  “I’m guessin’ that it would look pretty bad for us if we were seen wailin’ on a little girl, ya know?”

“Take a good look,” said the suit.  “She’s certainly not ‘little’ by any stretch of the imagination, that much is clear.  Even on the chance that she’s a middle school student - which I’m skeptical of given THAT kind of body she’s rockin’ - she’s tall enough to warrant a response if she ends up getting physical as far as I’m concerned.  Just don’t do anything stupid and we’ll be fine.  Now zip it, here she comes.”

“Well, hi there fellas!” chimed Kaolla as she neared the group, stopping just a few feet in front of them and placing her hands upon her hips as she stared down at them.  “I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me and the man I was talkin’ to.  Are you guys acquaintances of his by chance?”  There was a momentary silence before the suit decided to speak up.

“He happens to be a business associate of ours, yes,” he said.

“I see,” said Kaolla.  “And…I take it that you all have had some problems maintaining good business with him, am I right?  He seems to think that you guys are running some kind of extortion racket from what I’ve gathered.”  Kaolla paused, waiting for a response from any one of the group.  Most of the thugs struggled to maintain eye contact with her, given how intimidating her sheer size was in this instance as she stared far down at them.  None of them stood taller than six feet in height, so Kaolla had a height advantage of more than two feet over all of them.

“Well?” asked Kaolla.  “I asked you all a question, and I’m waiting for an answer.”  Some of the thugs started to sweat and breathe deeply, given how tense the situation was becoming.

“Not to be rude, Miss,” said the suit, “but our business…is our business.  How we conduct our business affairs is for us to know and for others to keep out of.  So I’m going to have to say - as respectfully as I can - that little girls shouldn’t be sticking their noses into that which isn’t their business.”

“Little?” asked Kaolla with a cocked eyebrow.  Clearly, she was amused by the courage that the suit-wearing thug had mustered up in responding to her.  She slowly took two steps closer to the man, putting him within arms reach by that point (Kaolla’s arms, not his), and tilted her head further down to look at him, enjoying the fact that he was now surrounded in her shadow as he craned his neck further upwards to maintain eye contact with her.

For their part, the other four men tensed up, all of them wondering if they should make a run for it or reach into their pockets and pull out whatever weapons they had on them, be it a knife, a pair of brass knuckles, or a billy club.  Of course, Kaolla could tell as much that they were just itching to respond in some way, with the whole “fight or flight” response being what it is within the broader human condition.

“Relax, fellas,” said Kaolla with a grin.  “I’m not here to cause trouble.  As long as none of you lash out or try to pull a fast one on me, then you’ve nothing to worry about.  Of course, if one of you sees an opening and tries to act on it, I WILL defend myself, plain and simple.”

Apparently, the message was well received, given that the other four men loosened up somewhat, the tension in their bodies having dissipated enough so that Kaolla need not expect a brawl to break out.

“Alright then,” said the suit, “so it seems that we’ve both come to an understanding then, Miss…?”

“You don’t need to know my name,” said Kaolla.  “I could ask for yours in turn, but I figure that you’d rather not have anybody outside your group knowing who you are, especially if word gets back to the authorities.  You don’t need to confirm or deny my suspicions, just so we’re clear.”

“Okay then,” replied the suit.  “So what exactly do you want?  Why have come all this way over to have a little chat with us?”

“To give you all a friendly warning,” replied Kaolla with a grin.

“Oh?  And what, pray tell, would that be?” asked the suit.

“Simply put, none of you are allowed to keep doing what you’re doing in this town,” replied Kaolla.  “This place - all of Hinata City - is under my protection, understand?  I initially was going to warn you all to stay away from my family, but I’ve decided to simplify things and decree that none of you are allowed to harm a single innocent person here in Hinata City.”

“That’s pretty big talk coming from a schoolgirl,” replied the suit.

“Let’s be clear on something,” continued Kaolla.  “Someone very close to me - a member of my family - got hurt recently when a bunch of your friends started making mischief in the marketplace recently.  He stepped in to do the right thing and ended up being severely wounded in the process.  Now, this person is very near and dear to my heart, and you should all thank your lucky stars that he’s recovering well enough from his injury.  Because if his health ended up taking a turn for the worse…”

“Yes?” asked the suit, while the other four tensed up somewhat in response once more.

“I would have personally hunted down those who were responsible and fed them alive to my sisters’ pet alligator.  Understand that that is not an empty or hollow threat, but fortunately I don’t have to resort to such measures given that he’s on his way to making a full recovery.”  The grin on Kaolla’s face was as beautiful as it was terrifying, subtly hiding the animosity that was bubbling just underneath her lovely features.

“Is that right?” asked the suit, doing his best to keep his composure all the while.

“Indeed,” answered Kaolla in a matter-of-factly tone of voice.  “The people with whom I live are ALL very dear to me.  They are my family and so I feel an obligation to look after and protect them.  And the same can basically be said for this city as well.  This is a place full of good, hardworking, innocent people just going about their lives.  And I simply cannot stand aside while those with wicked intentions come along and try to intimidate or threaten those good people.  Therefore, I’m simply going to have to step in and declare this city under my protection from the likes of you.  If you want to continue your criminal enterprises - racketeering, assault, blackmail, robbery, or whatever it is your group does exactly - then you’ll have to pack up and take your business elsewhere.  Hinata isn’t a place for the likes of you, plain and simple.  Otherwise, I’d suggest you all try your hands at more honest work rather than this petty, gangster-wannabe stuff you guys seem drawn towards.”

“Not to sound like a broken record, Miss,” replied the suit, “but once again, that’s pretty big talk coming from a young lady like yourself.  As tall and intimidating as you may be, you’re only ONE person.  Do you REALLy want to go toe-to-toe with our group?  You haven’t even seen our full number, you know.”

“Whether it’s twenty, thirty, fifty, or a hundred,” replied Kaolla, “it makes no difference to me in the slightest.  More thugs just means more targets to choose from as far as I’m concerned.  It’ll be good practice in which to test out some of my mecha-Tama fighting drones, you know?  And besides, who said that I’m alone?”

Upon finishing that question, there was a sudden whoosh of air as another individual descended upon the group, landing with a distinct thud.  Like Kaolla, this person was another towering, ravishing beauty with a dark and exotic complexion.

“Well hello there, Little Sister,” said Amalla with a cheery grin as she scanned the area, looking at the group of thugs before returning her gaze back to Kaolla.  “Making friends, are we?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” answered Kaolla.  “Just having a little heart-to-heart with these fellas here, that’s all.”

“I see,” said Amalla as she stood by Kaolla shoulder-to-shoulder, crossing her arms underneath her impressive bosom as she stared down at the group of five men, feeling rather confident in how she towered over them, being over nine feet tall herself.  Even the suit’s confidence was greatly wavering by this point, given the mild shaking in his knees now that he was in the presence of two amazonian beauties.

“Say,” resumed Amalla, “these guys look sort of familiar.  Have we met before?”

“I don’t know if you’ve met these specific guys, Big Sis,” replied Kaolla, “but apparently they’re part of the gang that you and the others met when you were all out shopping at the marketplace.”

“Is that so?” said Amalla.  “Well now, after hearing that, I’m just pondering as to what I should do to these guys.”

“I was just mentioning to them that if they kept up their wicked ways here in Hinata, that maybe Shiro could use a little snack,” suggested Kaolla.

“Perhaps,” stated Amalla, “but I fear that they’d give Shiro indigestion afterwards.  Maybe just tie them up instead and throw them in some shark-infested waters.  Or perhaps dump them in a snake pit back in the home country.  Of course, I’m sure you probably have some kind of experimental device you could test on them, all in the pursuit of scientific knowledge and all that good stuff.”  If Amalla’s intention was to make the thugs sweat bullets, it was working pretty well.

“I mean, there is of course the more direct route and just deal with these guys myself,” resumed Amalla.  “Maybe let Motoko or Tsuruko have a go at them with their katanas or Kanako try some kind of black-magic type of spell on them, given what they’re gang did to our darling Kei-kun.  Decisions, decisions…”

“I don’t suppose we could wrap this up by chance?” asked the suit.  “While I’m sure that you two are enjoying yourselves with the threats and warnings, I have better things to do than stand around and be intimidated.”

“Well now,” said Amalla, “this one here has some balls, wouldn’t you agree, Little Sister?”

“Sure,” answered Kaolla.  “Doesn’t want to lose face in front of his men, I’d wager.  Especially not in the presence of us girls, after all.  Male egos and all that…”

“Well, in any case,” resumed Amalla as she focused like a hawk onto the ringleader of the group, “I’ve heard enough from my Little Sister as she was talking to you guys, so I’ll spare you the repetition.  Just know that you all are barred from doing what you have been doing up to this point.  If you’re going to live in Hinata City, you’re going to act like law-abiding people and knock it off with all the criminal BS.  Otherwise, if I hear of more mischief from the likes of you, I’m going to hunt you ALL down and make you very VERY sorry that you didn’t heed our warning.  Am I understood?”  There was an awkward silence as the group stood there like statues.

“I asked you a question and I WILL hear an answer,” Amalla gently growled in response.  A part of her wanted to sprout up another foot or two, figuring that the sight of her becoming larger would make her all the more intimidating to these punks who dared to harm her precious Keitaro.

“We hear you, Miss,” said the suit, keeping his stone-faced expression all the while as he spoke.  “We got the message, loud and clear, rest assured.”

“That’s good to hear,” replied Amalla.  “Now see to it that you honor that arrangement, because I’m not going to warn you a second time.  If you decide to keep doing as you’ve been doing up to this point, there’s NOT going to be a follow-up conversation.  You would do well to bear that in mind and share that with all of your buddies…well, the ones who aren’t in prison, anyway.”  Amalla was referring to the thugs who got the crap kicked out of them in the marketplace and shortly after hauled off by the local authorities once they were arrested.

The suit merely snorted in response as he gestured to the others in the group with a quick sideways jerk of his head, indicating that it was time to get out of there.  He took his leave with the other four following right behind him, some of them briefly looking over their shoulders back at the Su sisters and wondering if they would pursue them further.

“Well now,” said Amalla, “you think they got the message?”

“They certainly heard it,” answered Kaolla.  “Whether or not they’ll do as we’ve told them is another matter entirely.  It’s quite possible that they’ll bide their time and lick their wounds before going back to ‘business as usual.’  There’s even the possibility that they might be tempted to target us after that brawl in the marketplace.”

“If it comes to that, I’ll have a reason to REALLY cut loose and give them all a whoopin’ even more severe than the last time around,” replied Amalla.  “I’m sure that Motoko and Tsuruko would be MORE than willing to join in if it comes down to that.”

“Kanako too for that matter,” added Kaolla.  “She’d be only too eager to wring some of their necks after what happened to Keitaro.  Honestly, I’d wager that Naru and Haruka might jump into the fray as well if things got that hectic, given their protective streaks.”

“If it gets to that, I’m sure that between the lot of us girls, your drones, and my servants that we could hold our own against a bunch of punks and thugs like them,’ said Amalla matter-of-factly.  “But enough talk about those unpleasantries.  What say we get back home and discuss more important matters, Little Sister?”

“By which you’re referring to the harem plan I’m guessing?” inquired Kaolla with a grin.

“But of course!” declared Amalla.  “We need to strategize on whom it is that our Kei-kun shall bed next, and the sooner the better.  It’s imperative that EVERYONE at Hinata House embrace and consummate their love with our husband as soon as possible.”

“Technically, isn’t it ‘husband-to-be,’ Big Sister?” replied Kaolla.  “We aren’t officially married to Keitaro yet, after all.”

“Oh pish-posh!  That sort of thing is irrelevant to me, dear Kaolla-chan,” snorted Amalla.  “Don’t get me wrong.  While I’m most certainly looking forward to the wedding ceremony, as far as I’m concerned, Keitaro is already my husband and the rest of you are already my wives.  We just need to take that final step in having everyone embrace their roles as husband and wives, that’s all.  Now enough talk, we need to head back and get the bedroom activities underway soon, for the sake of the harem!”

Chuckling at her older sister’s insistence on getting the harem back on track, Kaolla simply shook her head in playful jest at how childlike Amalla could be sometimes when it came to matters of love and physical intimacy.  While Kaolla certainly loved Keitaro and everyone else at Hinata with all her heart, she sometimes felt outclassed by Amalla in terms of just how THIRSTY the older Su sister could be when it came to conveying and acting on her love, given how tightly entwined both love and lust were within Amalla’s very being.

And with that, the Su sisters made their way back to Hinata House to plan their next moves regarding the harem plan.