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With Andrew calling her over for an 'important' discussion, Minfilia was lending her thighs to him, combing her fingers through his hair as he told her about his difficulties managing the books of their growing alliance. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but with his training, philandering about, and other things, he didn't have the time.

"I thought you might run aground this issue," revealed Minfilia, giggling in amusement when she saw the disbelief in Andrew's expression.

Precluding Andrew's queries, Minfilia explained, "There is a capable but shrewd merchant that has made quite the name for herself in Revenant's Toll as of late. Her name is Rowena, and she is willing to offer her services in exchange for the right to expand her enterprise through any worlds you actively trade."

Recognizing the name, Andrew took a moment to deliberate his response before nodding in affirmation, stating, "So long as she is beholden to the same taxes as everyone else, it shouldn't be an issue. I could afford her a better rate, but I'll leave that to the alliance to decide..."

"Then, shall I retrieve her for you?" asked Minfilia, smiling mischievously as she revealed, "She is one of the moderators in a chat group I formed to facilitate commerce and the distribution of supplies. She may be engaged or otherwise indisposed, but I imagine she would drop everything once I apprised her of your proposal."

"Mmm...then, I'll leave it in your capable hands..." replied Andrew, rising to a seated position. Then, to his surprise, Minfilia preempted his next words by turning onto her hands and knees, waggling her butt while staring back at him with a smile.

"It's a shame I can't have 'you' as my secretary..." remarked Andrew, adopting a smile of his own as he undid the clasps keeping the cloth that formed Minfilia's butt window in place.

"Perhaps that's what I'll do once our world no longer has need of the Scions in their current form," replied Minfilia, inhaling audibly as Andrew lowered her panties and hose, sticking his cock into her awaiting pussy without the need for foreplay.

"If that's the case, I may just tolerate managing the books on my own..." said Andrew, smacking Minfilia's right ass cheek as she willfully moved counter to his thrusts. He wasn't sure how long it would take before the events of Endwalker came to pass, but if he placed Rowena in charge, it would cause unnecessary drama if he tried to pass her responsibilities to Minfilia later.

"Then I take it...you have been...satisfied with my results thus far?" asked Minfilia, visible ripples running up her body as her ass met Andrew's hips, producing a loud, clapping sound that made her feel slightly ashamed but far more excited.

"Woman, every–single–thing about you is exceptional!" shouted Andrew, picking up his pace as Minfilia arched her back, staring back at him with narrowed eyes and an alluring smile, sensual moans emanating from her throat each time his dick probed her insides. They didn't spend that much time together, but she had a way of making Andrew feel 'gratified' even if he didn't put in any effort. As a result, he felt compelled to put in a lot...

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As part of the plan to lure and assassinate Hojo, Aerith was staying with her adoptive mother, Elmyra, in their incredibly scenic home in the Sector 5 Slums.

Unlike the rest of the Slums, which gave a barren and lifeless feeling due to the lack of vegetation and the perennial encroachment of rust, Aerith's isolated home on Petal Lane was like a garden paradise. The area was lush with vegetation and flowers, and a pristine waterfall flowed from the nearby cliffs, feeding a crystal clear stream teeming with a variety of fish made fat from an excess of insect larvae. As for Aerith's house, it created a stark contrast with the predominately metal buildings found throughout the rest of the Slums as it was mainly comprised of stone, forming a kind of hexagonal base with three stories, a porch, multiple support pillars, and a red-tiled roof that vaguely resembled a floppy hat.

Fortunately for the charming plot of land, not so much for Aerith and her mother, the region was under heavy surveillance, preventing others from encroaching and quickly despoiling the scenic view. After all, most people who lived in the Slums had fallen on hard times or moved there to join one of the many criminal enterprises. Without the protection of Shinra and the Turks, Aerith's and Elmyra's home would have been seized and reduced to a barren, overpopulated plot within weeks, just like the rest of the Slums...

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Sitting next to Aerith at the dinner table, Andrew maintained a relaxed smile despite the glare of the middle-aged woman with light-brown hair tied into a tight ponytail and dark blue eyes seated across from him. She was Aerith's adoptive mother, Elmyra, a fair-skinned woman with an average build, sharp eyebrows, and several wrinkles that spoke of a lifetime of worry. Unsurprisingly, she was not very fond of Andrew.

As they had just finished explaining Andrew's origins and their plan to rid the world of Hojo, Elmyra turned to her daughter and remarked, "You're smarter than this, Aerith. Don't tell me you seriously bought into the brat's bullshit...?"

"Don't be rude," said Aerith, adopting a pouty expression as she asserted, "Everything we just told you is the truth. Here, I can prove it. Just accept my friend request."

Seeing a transparent blue window appear before her, Elmyra's frown deepened, but she ultimately accepted Aerith's request to be friends. Shortly after that, Aerith transported her to Andrew's penthouse before ferrying her to the lake-side pavilion of Alexandria Castle. This was fairly indisputable proof that she and Andrew were telling the truth, but Elmyra maintained a disproving expression, staring at her daughter with crossed arms as she conceded, "Fine, so he's from another world. So what? This world has enough problems as is. We don't need 'outsiders' complicating things or misleading us with promises of salvation..."

Catching Elmyra a little off guard, Aeirth wore a smile but firmly asserted, "I understand your concerns, but I'm not a little kid anymore. This is the path I have decided for myself and one I must walk. It would mean a lot if you gave me your blessing..."

Unable to maintain a scowl in the face of Aerith's sincerity, the inside of Elmyra's brows curled upward in moderate vexation as she muttered, "It wasn't even that long ago that you were still wetting the bed. Now, here you are, trying to act like an adult..."

'Erase that from your brain,' said Aerith, staring at Andrew from the corner of her eye as she communicated telepathically. She even held up her staff in its compact form, implying she was prepared to 'make' him forget.

'Erase what...?' responded Andrew, causing the smile to return to Aerith's face as she returned the staff to her lap. Elmyra noticed their interaction, but instead of asking what they were doing, she thoroughly bombarded them with questions about their plans, their relationship, and many other topics, most branching off from the latter...

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Though Elmyra initially insisted they sleep in separate rooms, she gave in when Aerith informed her they could teleport over to Andrew's penthouse if they felt inclined to do so. As a result, she and Andrew were sharing her bed, a small, somewhat uncomfortable mattress within a room decorated with flowery carpets, plants, and finger paintings.

"I'm scared..." muttered Aerith, fiddling with Andrew's tail as he spooned her from behind.

"Then don't do it..." replied Andrew, caressing Aerith's lower abdomen as he added, "Even if you don't act as bait, it's only a matter of time before I take out Hojo. That man 'has' to die..."

"But Tifa and the others will be...inconvenienced if I change my mind and pull out now..." muttered Aerith.

"The most important thing is that you're doing what 'you' want to do, not what someone else wants you to do..." asserted Andrew, tracing his finger around Aerith's navel. He was tempted to say that was one of the perks of being his woman, but even if Aerith hadn't become his Proxy, he wouldn't have allowed Hojo or anyone else to pressure her into acting against her will...

Instead of responding to Andrew with words, Aerith began to lick and suckle the tip of his tail. It was a little strange, but as Garnet had once solicited him to fuck her in the ass with it, Andrew didn't mind Aerith's comparably tame behavior as he began kissing her neck and shoulder.

"When all of this is over...once Sephiroth has been defeated...will you help me restore my race...?" asked Aerith, causing Andrew's brows to rise as he momentarily ceased his ministrations. Fortunately, he didn't really need to consider his response as he had already discussed the topic with Garnet, another member of a nearly extinct race. She believed Aerith could play a similar role as Yuna, so Andrew didn't hesitate to respond, "If that's what you want, I'm more than willing..."

Adopting a smile, Aerith resumed sucking Andrew's tail while squeezing her thighs together, wriggling her butt against his growing bulge. He had mentioned it probably wasn't a good idea for them to have sex when she shared a wall with Elmyra, but that didn't appear to bother Aerith as she looked back at him with a silent plea in her glowing green eyes. Lucky for her adoptive mother, Andrew was a bit more conscientious, transporting them to the floor of his penthouse before giving the ravenous Cetra what she craved...

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Early the next morning, while Elmyra was preparing breakfast, Andrew looked to the entrance a few seconds before the sound of footsteps could be heard on the patio, followed by a firm, three-sequence knock. Aerith had asked him to stay with her the previous night, so he remained seated at the table as Elmyra made her way to the door with a grimace, opening it to reveal a tall man with sharp eyebrows, straight, raven black hair that extended past his shoulders, a grim expression, and a tiny dot in the center of his forehead. He also wore a stylish, black, bullet and stab-resistant suit, a tell-tale sign he was a member of the Turks, Shinra's elite, private security force.

"Tseng..." muttered Elmyra, frowning deeply as she asked, "What are you doing here?"

Bowing his head slightly, Tseng, standing with his hands behind his back, responded, "Good morning, Mrs. Gainsborough. I have, once again, come to try and persuade your daughter to cooperate with Shinra..."

Raising his head, Tseng looked past Elmyra and focused his steely gaze on Andrew, his ebon-black eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly as he asked, "May I come inside?"

"We agreed that you would stay away from this place..." reminded Elmyra, positioning herself so that Tseng couldn't enter without pushing her aside.

Shifting his gaze to Aerith, Tseng asked, "Can you and your...friend come outside? I do not wish to intrude uninvited..."

Before Elmyra could refuse on her behalf, Aerith replied, "Sure~!" in her usual bubbly tone. At the same time, she sent a telepathic message to her mother, assuring her that everything would be okay as she and Andrew made their way outside, greeted by an entire contingent of Shinra's Public Security Forces, a total of thirty-seven men with their weapons, primarily machine guns, aimed at Andrew in particular.

"This seems a bit 'excessive' for a chat..." remarked Aerith, staring up at Tseng with an accusatory look.

"The situation has changed..." stated Tseng, staring at Andrew's tail as he revealed, "The President wishes to speak with you and your friend here..."

Genuinely surprised, Andrew raised his brows and asked, "The President wants to speak with me? What for...?"

Pulling out a rectangular recording device, Tseng pressed the play button, playing back an excerpt of Andrew and Aerith's conversation with Elmyra. In hindsight, Andrew should have known the house would be bugged, but as it was never referenced in the games, he mistakenly assumed it was a safe place to have a conversation...

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