He called each of the girls in for one final instruction.

" I want each of you to continue training on your own." he started. " Excellence is better gotten through practice, repetition, and dedication. This is the year we will reclaim honor for the school." A thunderous applause filled the whole gym. The teacher paused, before he continued.

" We will meet again at the same time next week, where I will announce the final line-ups and everyone's roles. Off to the showers you go." he said, shushing them off as he took off his whistle. He went towards the girl, while the others were shuffling about.

" Let's see...Ms. Juni, is it? What do you want me to call you?" he said, still flushed. He still remembered the routine the girl did earlier, how those legs and that body swayed to sensuality. Even without sacrificing athleticism, she had managed to make him hard. How much more about tonight, and obviously with a whole bevy of bodies to be viewed? He had to get ready, but there's nothing stopping him from a preliminary view of what he was about to get.

He asked for the list of the girls, which she seemed to have ready. He gave her a wink and a mischievous smirk, before he turned serious once again.

" I want you to drop by my office after you take a shower. There will be some suits there, personal picks from myself. I won't be around though, as the teachers have a meeting." he said. " They will want some progress reports from me. Now remember, be sharp tonight, all of you. I don't like to keep waiting."

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a few good distances far from the view of everyone else in the gym, he turned into the so-called office, and started to disrobe, keeping his clothes in a neat stack, stashing it into a locker which contained something else. While in old man form, he started turning invisible, invisible, walking as he did so. He walked the long length to the girls showers, seeing that he had beaten most everyone else before they reached it.

He picked his spot, where he was in full view of everyone else, every action, every body that was about to get wet. Impatient to get started, he sat down for a short while. He soon heard voices.

This will be fun...he stated to himself.

Juni and Julie were still off to one side, discussing some television show or another that the two of them had both seen, though the specifics of it were a little beyond Lilitu's realm of experience. It really seemed like they were talking passed each other a bit, one girl talking about the relationships between supporting cast members and some borderline fan-shipping, whereas Juni herself seemed more interested in dissecting what the series as a whole was trying to say to the audience. She blinked a bit and looked over at the coach, one hand resting on her bare hip.

"Eh? Well, it's Ms. Modnar, actually. Juniper Modnar." she shrugged her shoulders a bit, "If Juniper is too long for you, I've gone by June too. Juni is a little too familiar between a student and her teacher, don't you think?" Geeze, he looked flushed. Of course, he had spent the last few hours shouting over a gaggle of excitable young girls, hopefully some fresh air would help.

"Alright, I'll collect 'em after my shower and pass 'em out before people change for tonight." she said with a bit of a nod, "Don't strain your heart, okay old man?" she said, patting him on the shoulder. Ah, it seemed there was a bit of a double standard in play, "Juni" was too familiar, but she got to call him "Old Man"? When he prompted her to be punctual, she snapped off a salute and clicked her heels together "Jawohl! C'mon Jewel, we don't want to waste the Commandant's time." Okay, now she was just crossing the line into straight-up impertinence.

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From the showers, he could hear them. A low rumble of voices as the girl's from the gym talked excitedly amongst themselves, stripping away their clothing. Every now and again he'd catch a glimpse of this or that girl walking in front of open arch to the showers, but mostly it served only as a tantalizing glimpse of half naked flesh to add a bit of excitement to the inane chatter. "Ah, god, I'm so sore." "Did you see the air she got on that dismount?" "Yeah, I don't think I'm coming back . . ." "--is so beautiful. I wonder how she keeps her skin so clear?" "Oh man, I have that teacher too. She's kind of a bitch, isn't she?"

"I can't believe the gall of that impertinent little tramp!" Ah, the first of the girls was finally arriving. It seemed that Ms. White's aversion to doing anything but the basics when it came to cleaning up after the club meant that she'd beaten the pack to the showers. "She doesn't even know what most of the equipment is called and she's trying to boss me around." Her voice dripped with venom and disapproval, but there was no hint of heat to her tone. Cold as ice, cutting away at the image in her mind with a vicious and detached demeanor. As she reached an open stretch of the shower, she unwrapped the dry towel from around her body and tucked it into the alcove. She had a slender grace to her, long black hair framing a narrow body as white as cream, delicate long fingers turning the spigot as she started the flow of water.

"Look, maybe someone had to explain to her what a side aerial is, but the girl stuck a gainer on the first attempt." a second nubile young body entered the showers, running her fingers through her long dark hair full of curls, "That's talent, and the coach sees it. Sure, she'll take some work, but if the man can put a little spit and polish on her, she might turn into a real asset for the team. Her certainly seems eager to try." For her part, Carmine had a fuller, softer figure to her. Curvaceous, with her hair reaching halfway down her back, Lilitu caught a glimpse of a cross tattoo along the small of her back, tribal wings arching high away from it so that the cut of her leotard around hide the design.

"Eager to try something maybe. Sixty percent sensuality indeed." came the indignant scoff from the next spiggot over.

"I don't know . . ." came a third, smaller voice, Alexis having made her way into the shower and taking the faucet on Lily's other flank, "I think he might be on to something. I mean, say what you will, the performances are certainly feeling more intense, aren't they? Maybe he's hoping that that'll translate into higher scores from more receptive judges?" Of course, Alexis had trouble being anything but small. 4'8" tall at best with rosey pink nipples on a modest a-cup, she turned on the head of her own shower and looked up as the water cascaded down her front, tossing her head forward to get her now-unbraided hair soaked.

A low mist was starting to creep over the floor tiles as more and more girls filtered into the shower, the conversation getting harder to follow amidst the rush of water and the talk from other girls rolling over it. Each of them bore it all, completely unaware of their invisible observer as they scrubbed the sweat from their bodies and refreshed themselves for the evening. Ah, but this was not yet all of his girls, and while the milling about of the other participants was certainly pleasant, it lacked the taste of anticipation that had lured him here.

The mist worked wonderfully for him, as he was trying to stay hidden within the showers. The moisture will affect him for sure. As they hit his skin, while hidden like this and using his powers, they develop into steam as well. However, since the students were first in the showers, the steam thing issued off him kind of naturally, like the steam coming from the showers.

He remained silent, appreciating beauty that was being unknowingly displayed. A couple of times he wanted to intrude upon people in the showers, but that would seem foolish and fool-hardy at best. He had to remain calm this time. It was not yet the main event, anyway; this was, in effect, an 'appetizer'.

He had thoughts to ponder on, anyway. The ensuing dialogue between him and Juniper Modnar, right before he headed the rest of the team off to the showers, opened some more interesting ideas. Clearly, what happened earlier had set his targets towards the athletic Modnar. However, as to how far that extent will go, remains to be seen. Still he would consider the girl to be familiar enough for him to trail from now on, with the prospect of enjoying her when he can. The same goes for some of these girl, some of which he had begun to assign to some specific demons in his minion's ranks.

Speaking of appetizer, three of the 'main course meals' entered the now steamy shower room. The trio, which he recognized as the bunch which had given the young Ms. Modnar quite some trouble, had now started to undress and made their presence felt to him. Cold, calculating Lily White. He had remembered her from the individual dossiers that June had given to him, and he would do well to remember that she would have to be broken first. She held herself with a sharp demeanour, but that would be a joy to remove later on. She had a nice body too, white and seemingly undefiled. Perfect.

The next girl seemed to be subservient to Ms. White. According to the files, Carmine Santiago was latina; fiery? He wasn't so sure, but he was willing to bet she would be a lot of fun. He envied the demon assigned to her, even. She had a perfectly curvaceous body, one which anyone of his minions would kill to ravage. And a perfect rump, which seemed to further put stock in the myth that all latinas had a genetic make-up that gave them an ass like this everytime. He smiled. What kind of 'melodious sounds' would she make later?

Perhaps of the three, Alexis Rose gave him a reason to certainly go unblinking. She was petite, small, had a vibe going on which would certainly make any old man blush. By these reasons alone, Lilitu painted a picture in his mind that she would have the honor of being tasted by the 'head honcho'; Perfect for preparing himself for Juniper.

These three alone had provided him enough insight into what a night it would be. A plan was slowly coming to form in his mind, about roles and preferences, and he was certainly getting pumped up.

If this was what he got for the first batch, it certainly meant that the next batches would blow his top off, in a manner of speaking.

A few more moments passed. There was the sharp slap of a hand on a wet, bare behind from one corner of the showers followed by some giggling over an embarrassed yelp, some of the girls indulging in a little horse play since their blood was up from their coach's exercises. That was when Claire made her way into the showers, he couldn't make out the tune but her lips were pursed together and she was whistling to herself. Claire Fielding was everything Alexis was not, standing fully head and shoulders above the rest of the class, and a pair of luscious breasts that would threaten to spill out of any hands that tried to hold them. She wasn't as curvy as Carmine, however, more solidly packed, her body was wiry and strong like someone used to long hours of physically intensive work. Her amazonian proportions, however, were somewhat undercut but the freckles that dotted her face and upper body, particularly around her shoulders. She waved to one of the other girls as she turned on the water and turned away from the facet, hanging her head back to let the water roll through her long blonde hair as her chest was jutted outwards towards any observer, trickling trails of the water that had crested her shoulders making it's way down her front as she closed her eyes with an easy smile.

The last three came in at the same time, having stuck it out to make one last round of the gym and make sure a club hadn't rolled under the bleachers or anything. For her part, Juniper had her towel thrown over her shoulder instead of wrapped around her body, laughing a bit at the way Rambha was studiously not looking directly at her. In point of fact, she was so busy teasing Rambha that she completely missed the sneaking little peaks that Julia was making from her other side.

Rambha Rao, for her part, did not seem comfortable at all with the exposed nature of the gym's showers, there were no stalls or curtains to speak of to break the line of sight from one showering girl to the next, simply recesses in walls to store the towels dryly until the girl had need of it. Of course, it had been designed this way not so much for the students themselves as for those who might wish to ogle them. She kept her dark eyes firmly down as she found an empty stretch and pulled the simple white towel from around her figure, her dusky tone standing out against the pale cotton almost as much as Lily's body had stood out against her hair. A light blush touched her cheeks as she tucked the towel away and turned on the water, she practically hugged her body as if trying to hide it from every angle at once using only her hands as she closed her eyes and let the water run over her,

Julia lightly reached out after Juniper as the taller girl found a shower stall to clean up in, her hand closing on empty air. She sighed a bit and muttered something about cowardice under her breath, before noticing another student turning off the water under a shower head directly across from Juniper. She rolled her eyes a moment as if considering something, and then slipped into the newly opened spot, her feet splashing in shallow puddles as she tossed he towel in and turned the water on for herself. She was only a little taller than Alexis, really, but easily more full bodied, her narrow waist flaring out into broad hips and a generous but manageable c-cup. Her hair was comparatively short, not at all the sort that required her to back into the flow of water like Claire had, but as her hands began to spread a bevy of soaps suds across her body it became apparent that she was simply trying to keep her eyes clear as she admiring the view across from her.

For her part, Juniper was comfortable with her body, she didn't particularly care who was or wasn't looking. She tossed the towel into the alcove and spun the water hot, hotter than most people would've found comfortable, as she sighed and luxuriated on the pulsing waves of water that were cascading over her body. She was a bit curious to behold in her natural state, mousey brown hair cut short and well kept, now that she'd slipped out of her leotard her other side was born freely for anyone to look at. The tattoo of the angle bound in thorns and blindfolded on her arm, the steel studs that pierced each nipple once catching the overhead light with a glimmer, the toned athletic figure that only became more impressive as the eyes trailed from her shoulders down to her hips and along her sculpted legs. She had a ruddy pale complexion that looked like it would hold a wonderful blush, and each perky breast stood out as a tempting handful of soft, sensitive flesh. Overall, kind of a "retired punk" or "ex-rocker girl" aesthetic.

The second batch, like he pictured in his mind, didn't fail to satisfy.

Claire was a fuller girl, much more fuller than he'd imagined. The leotard made her look a bit smaller than some girls, but looking at her now, she was almost as tall as Juni, who came in together with her. Noises erupted, as if the other girls were horsing around. He'd liked those noises, most especially if they turned to moans and groans, but he'd settle himself to looking around. Claire definitely will have to be handled by two, at least; if not for her demeanour, maybe because she looked like she could put up a fight. Quite a fight would be such a delight to see, something that he wanted to see since he'd started ogling them.

Following suit was Rambha Rao and Julia Slaton, the two who looked like they would've cracked under pressure, came in together with Juni. Rambha was the first of the trio to undress, quite the Asian flower. Or at least, exotic, since she had that dusky skin which looked quite tempting indeed. She would look to be the one who would provide the most meat for the 'harem' description, as her figure evoked the intellectual within him. Some books he'd seen before in his personal stash 'back home' and the books in the library mentioned the exact visage of Rambha locked within some of the most challenging positions of the 'Kama Sutra'. That looked fun. He wondered, was Rambha some sort of reincarnation.

Julia, however, proved to be the most exciting of the bunch. It seemed that the reason she looked so uncomfortable around scantily clad gymnasts was that because she was...well, let's just say she would've had the same thing he had earlier, a boner. She was admiring Juni in a completely sexual way different from what he would've expected. She wanted Juni. Not that it's a bad thing; in fact, it was a fun thing. He chuckled silently. Perhaps there was something he could do about that? She definitely would bang Juni the moment it was given to her, perhaps...a moment of temporary insanity? He was sure he could work that. Maybe taste her too in the process. It was a definite given possibility, NO ONE had tasted her yet. At least, no male.

And of course, the 'popular girl', Juni.

She was even more attractive to the demon without the leotard on. His personal choice had a 'rebel chick' vibe going on, although a hot rebel chick at that. Just the right height for him to be on as much of an equal term as he could with her, however, she wouldn't exactly be called a 'flower'. There were studs in her nipples which she didn't remove as she took to the showers. Perfect, though...they would assist him as he nibbled. He felt his boner coming back.

Her hips, everything was perfect, assuming that she would be as sensual as she was out on the floor. He pictured her screaming obscenities and just thrashing wildly as he feasted on her. Mmmm, now that's a thought, he said to himself. Somehow he would have a good time with her...just as much as he pictured Julia having the same time.

The group was now complete. They were the girls who would complete his harem, solidify this night as one which Shokushu might or might not have seen before. Plans had to be made, however, and he quietly slipped out while giving each of them one last look as he slipped through steam and moisture.

He could not wait for the night to begin.
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Finally, night time came without so much of a whimper. Lilitu had his game face on, the old man wearing a track suit and seemed to have come from the teacher's area. He carried papers, presumably for writing the girl's performance. He stopped by the office to see that the attire for the team had been taken...perfect. He didn't know they would take such seriously...

He proceeded to the gym to open everything up, prepare the sounds and equipment, and prepare everything 'else'.

"--got the skill to earn a spot, but you seem to think it should just be handed to-- crap!" Juniper's voice cut out as she noticed the door that would allow their coach entrance begin to open. Whatever argument the she'd been having had been completely hidden by the school's sound dampening fail safes, but as he stepped out into the light he could probably make out the salient details.

Juniper was still leaning forward, hands on her hips with her posture clearly oriented towards Lily even if her head had turned to take in the door. Red. She'd never really considered it her color, but with her pale skin it stood out boldly. Bright red cloth swept up from her hips in jagged, sweeping red patterns reminiscent of of the flames of home, What of her upper body the flames missed was instead covered in a dark, sheer material that hugged her arms and shoulders to allow flickering embers to dance along the sleeve. One particular tongue of flame curled around her slender neck to make a kind of red collar with more red materials curling along her wrists and up along her arms.

Standing directly opposite her, back straight and eyes imperious was Ms. White, her head tilted to the side as if considering the motivations of a bug that had dared to crawl against her table before squashing it. Her outfit was made up largely of a sheer material that matched her own skin tone nicely, producing an illusion of near nudity as a black cloth covered her arms and breasts but quickly drew away from her sides as it made it's way over her belly and between her legs. In imitation of an elaborate amulet, silver trim was worked around her throat and down over her décolletage with violet faux stones to give an impression of wealth, similar "bracelets" marking her sleeves as purple highlights accented her bosom against the black.

The two of them seemed to have rounded on each other without the others drawing sides just yet. The diminutive Alexis was sitting off to one side on the handrail at the end of the bleachers as if weighing just what the outcome might be. Whomever had crafted her outfit had taken advantage of the wearer's height by giving it a somewhat pixy-ish quality. Dark green and sea green blended together in a pattern vaguely reminiscent of leaves, with silvery lines tracing along the stems. Over her hips, the fringe of the lowest leaves created the laughable impression of a skirt, and at her chest a window had been cut in the outfit that curved up to rejoin at the collar. Having gotten a look at the outfit, Alexis had taken it upon herself to pull her hair out of it's tight braid, gathering it up instead into a pair of twin tails that fell just barely over her shoulders.

On the other side, Claire and Rambha seemed to be trying to keep out of it, discussing something amongst themselves. Claire, towering as she tended to, wore something that seemed designed to emphasize her amazonian proportions, bright orange and deep green gave her the impression of someone who had torn a piece of the jungle from their surroundings and wrapped it around themselves for modest. One arm had a full sleeve, but the other shoulder was cut low, held up only by a pair of decorative straps to let the definition in her arms show through. Rambha, for her part, was wearing a more traditionally cut leotard in a deeply saturated blue-green, gold leaf-work spilled from her shoulder in a way that might resemble a dragon's breath as it curved it's way over her chest before tapering to a stop. The faux jewelry trick from Lily's costume was repeated here, spirals of gold worked into the sleeves like bracelets and highlights with green stones as they came closer to the wrists.

Much closer to the interrupted argument, however, were Rose and Julia. There distances had been carefully measured, far enough not to be a part of the argument, but also close enough to interject should things start to turn nasty. Julia seemed to be wearing a mirror of Juniper's own leotard, the flames licking the opposite way, curling to lick around the shorter girl's broader bust which was drawing the sheer black material tight enough to give a pretty good view of what the suit was holding. It wasn't a lack of creativity, exactly, more it had been designed to give the two of them a sense of visual unity, as if they were a team, or two parts of a whole. For her part, Julia was happy with the arrangements.

Rose, on the other hand, wore a uniform very much her own. Her upper body was covered in the color of a pale yellow rose, until just above the hips a dark green downward pointing delta curved from over her hips. There were no sleeves on this particular outfit, and indeed the back was cut low and held in place with a series of straps criss-crossing the darker skin of her back, but the dark colored hips were also cut high to expose a bit more of her round backside to the viewer. Her curling black hair was gathered up in a yellow hair scrunchie of the same shade as the top of her outfit, to keep it out of the way as she tumbled.

For a moment, it seemed as though the whole world had frozen with his entrance. Whatever they'd been saying, Juniper let it drop as she straightened up and Lily turned her nose up and away from the door.

Coming into the gym, he heard a smattering of voices locked in a heated oral argument about 'leadership' and 'righteous selection'. He was quickly reminded of the world of humans where power was everything and might ruled through and through. The scholastic environment everyone else but him was involved in was very much like that; they all wanted a piece of the proverbial pie, and those at the top would do everything to keep their piece to themselves. Those who wanted one, though, would do anything and get rid of everything in their quest; friendships, respect, morals, absolutely everything.

He didn't really care about any of that, he'd had far too much of that in his own hierarchy in hell. And he knew that his minions were always plotting against him, not that the renewal of addresses made it any different for them. For their tiny, simple minds, what mattered the most was power which they could easily get a hold of if they only got rid of him. The same was happening with the girls, but the difference here was who could get easy brownie points with the boss in order to get a hold of leadership of the motley crew of gymnasts.

Now there was a problem he didn't foresee.

The smattering of voices inside the room meant that there were around 8 or 9 girls in there who were ready to do anything and everything that he wanted. He would have them, of course, but that meant that if he could handle two or three at most, there were at least 5 or 6 left that could have his head, or tell him to the authorities. He had done such a good job of collecting people that he didn't even foresee the need to segregate them accordingly. He wanted them all, curse his greed, and once he'd weeded them out, only then did he realize that they were just simply too overwhelming for him to make terms with. He needed to divide them, and as to how, he had no idea at the moment.

He silently pondered on this fact as he slowly opened the door to the gym, and at once the voices died down. There were incredulous stares still existent at the time of his coming into the gym, but by then, everyone knew who was in charge.

He was wearing a shirt with the letters 'Shokushu Sports' in bold, dark letters on the front. His pants were normal track pants. Instead of rubber shoes, he wore sandals, which had meant he came from a relaxing stroll, or from his home quarters in the faculty building straight here. His look hadn't changed, however; stern, serious, and wanting order in his environment.

In his head, however, he had to think...What to do, what to do...