Himari was by herself in her room, some books over her desk as she played with her pencil, thoughtfully staring at a wall, completely zoned out. The things she is feeling recently are... overwhelming at last. At first, she looked at him like he was a bother, a man among strong women, even a waste of time, though Kyouka Uzen wanted to keep him there as her slave, so she didn't doubt about her decision; she respected the 7th Unit's Chief a lot to not do so. But recently... She feels her chest tightening when she is near him, and when she has to do those naughty rewards? All she can do is get embarrassed and feel that fluttering and somewhat bothersome sensation inside her belly. Weird, after all, she didn't really care about men up until now.

Her thoughts were quickly ended when she heard her door open. Quickly looking at the direction, a part of her thought it might be him, which bothered her on how much she wanted to be him, but... It was Shushu, saying that lunch was ready. She sighed in relief, but the same part of her that wanted the one to open the door be him, was disappointed.

Hours after her lunch, she trained with him, trying a better performance with his slave form with her and also making future plans about a way to defeat the next God or Gods of Thunder. After he turned into his human form, sweat could be seen running down his forehead, traveling to his neck—Oh my God...—Himari thought, biting her lower lips... BAD! Her body moved by itself, going into the Unit's dorms. She glared at him, her gaze shouting at him to follow her. One thing led to another, and now he is lying on a bed, Himari wearing a maid outfit with the chest unbuttoned, her breasts pressed against his face as her face is vividly red.

"Y-You're so naughty!" Himari complained, loud enough for him to hear. She looks down at his face, not quite sure of what to say or do in such a perverted reward, her hand resting on the back of his head, "G-Go on... P-Pervert!" She stuttered, not able to keep her cool at this moment, "Be gentle..." Himari murmured, not quite opposing to his touch; after all, it's him.