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With Y'shtola returning to her world after a cat nap, Andrew went to the living room to relax and potentially intercept anyone passing through the penthouse while checking his DMs and sorting through logs.

Noticing several messages from Lightning, Andrew opened them to find her daily report alongside information that she had met with the President of Esthar, the current Sorceress, and her Knight.

"So Rinoa and Squall are in Esthar..." remarked Andrew, unsurprised to learn that the imperiled technological powerhouse would depend on the world's saviors to combat another major threat. He knew that Squall, the protagonist, had become the leader of Balamb Garden after the defeat of Ultimecia, but it was difficult to keep tabs on them since information was heavily regulated within Galbadia, the nation in which Deling City and his penthouse were located.

As it was currently late in the afternoon, meaning it was nighttime for Lightning, Andrew deliberated between inviting her over or visiting her directly before deciding to do neither. They hadn't seen each other since Lightning's departure, but when he checked to see what she was doing, Andrew found her standing on a high ledge overlooking the 'ruins' of a predominately blue, futuristic-looking city. Esthar may have had the most advanced technology in the world, but there was a reason they had lost to the Galbadians during the Sorceress War. They depended on machines that were difficult to manufacture and maintain, and their standing military was small as people in prosperous societies, made meek by the comforts of technology, simply didn't want to get their hands dirty...

With the viewport still open, Andrew oriented its perspective to observe Lightning's face as he reminded her to be careful and that he would hop over in the blink of an eye if she needed help. He couldn't see the system windows of others, but judging by the ambivalent frown that adorned her face, she definitely got his message. Unfortunately, she didn't dignify him with a response.

Moving Lightning's viewport to the side with a wave of his hand, Andrew reasoned he might as well check and see what everyone else was up to while he was at it. He momentarily paused and raised his brows when one of the projected Y'shtolas appeared and placed their head on his lap, but he withstood the urge to reach out and caress her nonexistent head as he returned his focus to the Correspondence Menu.

Discovering that Yuna, Rikku, and Paine were playing a board game in the guest room, wearing nothing but nighties and lingerie, Andrew narrowed his eyes but quickly decided against joining them. He spent nearly every morning with Yuna and Lenne, so he figured it was better to let her spend some quality time with Rikku and Paine without his presence complicating things.

Moving on to the next group in his contacts, Andrew found Aerith and Tifa chatting in the room they shared back at the refurbished Seventh Heaven. However, as Cloud, Barret, and Nanaki were all present, he decided not to interrupt them and instead shifted the viewport to Yuffie.

"Oh...?" muttered Andrew, discovering Yuffie wandering the streets of Deling City in a black crop top, tan short-shorts, black boots that nearly extended to her knees, and a black hooded vest with detached sleeves bearing the Kanji for Kisaragi on her back. He had never implicitly stated that she couldn't go out and explore, but seeing her out and about on her own was 'suspicious,' to say the least.

Deciding to keep an eye on her, Andrew placed his hands behind his head and watched as Yuffie skulked around the streets and alleyways of Deling City, avoiding pedestrians and patrolling guards. She was a ninja through and through, so Andrew wasn't too surprised watching her move about in secret. What left him speechless was witnessing her infiltrate a Regency-style townhouse filled with expensive paintings, vases, gold candlesticks, and other extravagant items, deftly placing each article into her Item Box without hesitation...

'Well, it's not like I haven't done something similar...' thought Andrew, his Item Box filled with goods pilfered from enemies and ruins. He might be a failure as far as actual Thievery was concerned, but when it was possible to disarm an enemy by simply grazing their weapons and armor with your fingers, it was difficult to resist...

Deciding to leave Yuffie to her own devices, Andrew shifted her display to his right, creating a third to continue perusing others. This eventually led Andrew to Etro, who, as usual, sat motionlessly atop her crystalline throne with closed eyes. She struck a lonely figure in the ruins of her temple, but after speaking with her on the matter, Andrew knew Etro was 'zoned out' and observing the timelines when he wasn't present. Because of that, it didn't matter if he was gone for ten seconds or ten years. From her point of view, their reunion was instantaneous and hundreds of years late at the same time.

Curiously, though time didn't flow in Valhalla, Etro was, in fact, pregnant. However, unlike a normal woman, she didn't have to develop a fetus from scratch. Rather, just as she was able to create Eidolons and other entities to inhabit her timeless world, she could 'give birth' whenever she pleased. The caveat was that their child would be fully grown and remain as such from the moment it was created. For that reason, and several others, Etro had decided to wait until the Apocalypse was imminent before giving form to their offspring, as she genuinely didn't know what would happen.

Fortunately, though it would be some time before the idea was executed, Etro wouldn't remain alone for much longer as there were talks of making Valhalla the headquarters of the Interworld Alliance. There was plenty of real estate to repurpose, and since people didn't age or grow sick within the timeless world, even just sleeping there would prolong a person's life by several decades. If you lived there permanently, you would never age or die, effectively making it the 'Promised Land' Rufus's father had sought so desperately...

Closing the window displaying Etro, Andrew scrolled to the top of his ever-growing contact list to see what Garnet and Nanamo were up to. Nanamo often spent the night at Alexandria Castle, so Andrew wasn't surprised to find they were together. What did surprise him was that Garnet was relaxing atop a chaise lounge, watching as Nanamo stood atop an elevated platform with her arms spread, permitting a group of Miqo'te Maids to dress her in a black babydoll outfit.

'What are they up to...?' Andrew wondered, receiving his answer a few minutes later as Garnet rose from the lounge, allowing the team to dress her in a similar, pink-colored babydoll before the two sent him a message to invite him over.

And thus, another evening passed...

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[June 14th, 1800]

After informing Yuna that he was preoccupied, Andrew accompanied Nanamo back to Ul'dah, replacing the usual attendants that helped her dress and style her hair as she explained, "The preparations to assail Castrum Meridianum are nearly completed. Before it begins, you should visit the Elder Seedeer and Chief Admiral to ensure no issues arise during the joint assault."

"It 'has' been a while..." admitted Andrew, continuing to brush Nanamo's hair while memories of his past encounters with the duo resurfaced in his mind. They were the Proxies of their respective nations, but Andrew didn't spend much time with them as Merlwyb was a salty sea dog while Kan-E made him feel guilty. Not because she looked too young but because her sister glowered at him whenever their paths crossed...

Leaning back to gaze up at Andrew, Nanamo narrowed her eyes as she revealed, "It's meant to be a secret, but the Admiral has been preparing a replacement Proxy to oversee Limsa's interworld trade, a Seek of the Sun Miqo'te by the name of K'lyhia."

Raising his brows, Andrew asked, "Is the old sea dog preparing to settle down and retire...?"

"Well, she did recently turn forty-three," replied Nanamo, lowering her gaze and sitting with her back straight. Forty-three wasn't considered 'old,' as Roegadyns had lifespans ranging between 80-100 years, but it was fair to say Merlwyb's age was outside the typical range for a Proxy. Andrew didn't mind boning her, but Merlwyb was bothered by it as she was at least twenty-two years older than everyone but Etro, whose age didn't matter. More importantly, Andrew wasn't her type. She preferred muscular, 'seaworthy' men even taller than her. Since Andrew was only 185cm compared to her 206cm, it was simply a matter of 'compatibility.'

"Then, I'll message and pay them a visit later today," said Andrew, ending things off by fixing Nanamo's hair into pigtails and setting her crown atop her head. In response, Nanamo spread her arms, indicating for him to pick her up and stand her on the chair she had been seated upon, enabling her to grab his face and kiss him, concluding their morning by stating, "Take care and be well, Andrew. And may Nald Thal watch over and guide us all toward prosperity and happiness..."

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"Oh...!" exclaimed Kan-E, startling slightly when Andrew gave her pert and perky ass a light smack. She appeared slender and delicate while wearing her traditional white long coat with a fur collar, but underneath, she had wide hips, a remarkably toned ass, and plump thighs, a truth Andrew had been pleasantly surprised to learn a few months prior.

"Did you wish to continue?" asked Kan-E, raising her head from Andrew's chest to meet his gaze. She was fatigued, but as it had been a while since their last liaison, she was prepared to push herself.

"It's more that your horn was getting dangerously close to my jugular..." remarked Andrew, sporting a cheeky smile. Like most Padjal, Kan-E had two hard, thin, extremely pointy white horns with spiral grooves similar to a unicorn protruding from her head, typically adorned with a white, leaf-like headdress. 

"Oh...my sincerest apologies..." said Kan-E, her expression a mask of serene grace despite a hint of red bleeding into her slightly pointy ears. She wasn't accustomed to being in such close proximity to others, much less lying next to them, so she would occasionally prick Andrew with her horns by accident.

Shaking his head, Andrew assured, "It's fine. Though, since you brought it up..."

Adopting a faint smile, Kan-E rose to a seated position and took a moment to stretch before climbing atop Andrew with her hands on his shoulders, breasts dangling, knees on the bed, and ass raised. Her breasts weren't nearly as voluminous as her ass and thighs, but she was still sporting a C-cup, something most wouldn't be able to imagine seeing her in her usual dress.

"You can put it in yourself this time," teased Andrew, causing Kan-E to blink in surprise and enact a freeze response. She recovered quickly but appeared notably flustered as she sat on his lower abdomen and replied, "I'm not sure I'm able..."

"You're an exceptionally capable woman," said Andrew, placing his hands on Kan-E's hips and caressing her satiny soft ass as he added, "I have full confidence in you..."

Exhaling faintly through her nose, Kan-E got on her knees and shimmied backward until she was positioned right above Andrew's erect cock. She would have preferred to let him do as he pleased, but since Andrew had pressed her, Kan-E felt obligated to obey. Fortunately, finding the correct angle wasn't nearly as difficult as she expected. Being compelled to 'ride' him, however, caused her face to become increasingly flushed, especially when Andrew mused, "See? I knew you could do it..." before matching her movements with forceful thrusts...

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"It's about time you showed your mug, monkey," remarked Merlwyb, seated behind a large, predominately wooden, metal-trimmed desk in her office, structured to resemble a captain's cabin, complete with a helm and an expansive view of the sea outside.

"I missed you too, you old sea dog," quipped Andrew, causing a toothy grin to develop across the tall, nearly ivory-skinned woman's face as she set aside her quill and rose to her feet, rebutting, "You name me an old sea dog, but from where I'm standing, you're the one barking. Come, little pup. Let's see if your teeth have grown in."

Though most of his women were shy about making love in places such as their offices, Merlwyb didn't hesitate to unequip her black Admiral's coat, unveiling her firm, toned, and muscular body sporting a pair of black lace panties. She wasn't conventionally attractive, but that didn't stop Andrew from leaping onto her desk, sporting a smile as he hunched over to be eye level with her and revealed, "I prepared a gift for you..."

Before Merlwyb could ask what he was talking about, Andrew booped his own nose, causing a flash of blue light to envelop his body. When it faded, Merlwyb had to raise her gaze as his usual 185cm height had increased to 222cm using an ancient white magic spell called Growth, taught to him by Etro.

Undaunted by Andrew's increase in size, Merlwyb narrowed her eyes and smiled, taunting, "Size means little if you don't know how to make proper use-"

Interrupting Merlwyb's words, Andrew disappeared into motes of bluish-white light, reappearing behind her, grabbing the back of her head, and forcing her face down onto the table. Roegadyns were a race that lauded strength, and Merlwyb was a pirate through and through. Andrew failed to impress her during their initial encounter, so now that he was older, wiser, and much stronger, he intended to give the pale-skinned Sea Wolf exactly what she yearned for...

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