The Supreme Executor of Order pinched the bridge of his nose, his pristine uniform slightly wrinkled—a sign of just how disastrous the situation had become. The conference room was filled with tense murmurs and the occasional exasperated sigh as high-ranking officials reviewed the latest reports. Across the massive war table, glowing screens displayed worldwide charts of rising incidents, each marked with a crimson warning icon. Disorder was spreading like an unchecked wildfire.
"Unacceptable," the Executor finally said, his voice as cold and rigid as a steel wall. "Our strategy was meant to bring discipline, not fuel the very chaos we seek to eliminate. What went wrong?"
A lower-ranking officer hesitated before stepping forward, sweat beading at his temple. "Sir, our intelligence suggests that the enemy has managed to twist our methods against us. Instead of imposing structure, our interventions have... emboldened them."
"Explain."
"Sir, by attempting to regulate their behaviour, we inadvertently brought more attention to the very elements we sought to suppress. The ancient god of lust, Libra—" the officer nearly choked on the name, as though uttering it might bring forth calamity "—has seized upon our actions, using them as fuel to spread its influence further. Entire sectors of the population are resisting our control, seeing it as oppression rather than guidance. Worse, several of our agents who were sent to correct the situation have ceased communication. We fear they may have been... compromised."
Silence fell over the room. The term "compromised" was a grave one, implying that once-loyal enforcers of Order had been turned to the enemy's cause.
"We cannot afford more losses," the Executor declared. "Containment must be reestablished at once. Have we identified the central point of this corruption?"
A senior analyst, her voice clipped and efficient, tapped a few keys on her tablet, projecting a map onto the main screen. "Tokyo remains the heart of the disturbance. Specifically, the individuals known as the Sailor Scouts are at the center of this chaos. Their actions, fueled by their newfound alliance, are accelerating the spread of disorder at an exponential rate."
The Executor's gaze hardened. "Then we must remove them from the equation."
A murmur of approval swept the room, though some exchanged uneasy glances. Confronting the Sailor Scouts directly had never been their preferred strategy. But desperate times called for drastic measures.
"We will deploy an elite unit," the Executor continued. "A force immune to the corruptive influence of this so-called deity. We will strike decisively and end this madness before it takes further root."
Another officer, designated as Headmaster, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "Sir, if conventional methods have failed, what makes you certain that direct confrontation will succeed? We don’t fully understand the extent of this entity’s power."
The Executor's lips curled into something resembling a smile, though it held no warmth. "Then it’s time we stopped fighting this battle blindly. We will consult the forbidden archives."
A ripple of shock coursed through the room. The forbidden archives contained knowledge that had been locked away for centuries—records of past battles against primordial forces, techniques too dangerous to be used except in the direst circumstances.
The Instructor, a stern figure with a gaze that could silence an entire classroom, leaned forward. "Sir, if we truly intend to consult the archives, then we must be prepared for the cost. Those who seek such knowledge rarely emerge unchanged."
"Order demands sacrifice," the Executor said, his tone unwavering. "We have already lost Policeman, Teacher, and Tour Guide among other loyal members. We will not lose any more. This is our final stand."
"Understood, sir," the officers echoed in unison.
"Begin preparations," the Executor ordered, rising to his feet. "This war is far from over. Order will prevail."
As the officials scrambled to carry out his commands, a storm brewed on the horizon. The battle between Order and Lust was about to reach a new and dangerous phase.
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Haruka Tenoh and Michiru Kaioh were enjoying a leisurely afternoon together, blissfully unaware of the growing war between Order and Libra. The couple had decided to spend the day on a date—nothing too extravagant, just a quiet escape from their usual duties.
Haruka was dressed in her signature androgynous style—a crisp white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled just enough to reveal her toned forearms, paired with dark, well-fitted trousers that accentuated her long legs. A sleek watch adorned her wrist, and her short sandy-blonde hair was tousled just enough to give her a relaxed yet effortlessly charming look. Even seated casually, she carried the same air of confidence and allure that always turned heads.
Across from her, Michiru exudes elegance in a slinky emerald-green dress that draped beautifully over her figure, the fabric shimmering subtly in the afternoon light. The delicate straps of the dress highlighted her graceful shoulders, and a thin gold bracelet adorned her wrist, catching the light whenever she moved. Her makeup was understated but flawless, a soft touch of colour on her lips and a hint of eyeliner that made her ocean-blue eyes even more captivating. Every movement she made was fluid, as though she belonged to the waves themselves.
The two of them were on a date, bear in mind. A real, proper date... When Libra had corrupted the embodiment of Girlfriends the world over. As that happened, even these two were affected. If you were to watch the gaze from the two of them, they would be lingering even more than normal upon the other's body.
"You're staring again," Michiru mused, lowering her cup with a knowing smile.
Haruka shrugged, resting her chin on one hand. "Can you blame me?" she said, voice laced with lazy amusement. "You're even more breathtaking when the sun hits you like that."
Michiru chuckled, a warmth spreading in her chest. "You certainly are in a romantic mood today."
"Maybe it's just you bringing it out of me," Haruka replied smoothly, reaching out to take Michiru’s hand. Michiru didn't pull away—in fact, her fingers curled around Haruka’s as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
The two of them were staring at each other as if the only thing that either one of them wanted to do, right here and now, was say... fuck it. Who cares that they're in public. They had to have sex. They <b>had to</b>.
"Did you do something new with your hair?" Haruka asked. "There's something different about you today."
"And what of you?" Michiru replied, biting her lip. "Is there something new about you? A new exercise routine, perhaps? A new cologne> Something about you feels more alluring than normal, and - "
Before Michiru could finish, a sudden, piercing shriek shattered the tranquility of their afternoon. The ground trembled beneath them as a monstrous figure crashed through the restaurant’s entrance, sending tables and chairs flying. The patrons screamed, scrambling for safety as a towering youma—a grotesque fusion of twisted metal and pulsating flesh—emerged, its glowing red eyes locking onto the terrified crowd.
"Yum, yum!" the youma licked its disgusting metal lips. "Plenty of humans for me to gobble up!"
Haruka and Michiru exchanged a knowing glance, their flirtatious mood vanishing in an instant. In a blur of movement, they sprang to their feet, slipping away from the panicked masses to find a more concealed space.
"Looks like our date just got interrupted," Haruka muttered, reaching for her transformation wand.
Michiru sighed, though there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "It was only a matter of time."
With a synchronized flourish, they raised their hands to the sky. Holding their transformation wands aloft, they cried out to change on the spot!
"Uranus Crystal Power, Make Up!"
"Neptune Crystal Power, Make Up!"
A burst of golden and oceanic energy enveloped them, their elegant date attire vanishing in a swirl of magic. When the light faded, Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune stood ready for battle, their determined gazes fixed on the monstrous intruder.
Uranus cracked her knuckles, stepping forward with a confident smirk. "Alright, big guy. Let’s wrap this up quickly. We were in the middle of something."
Neptune, meanwhile, kept catching herself glancing at Uranus' legs. Whew, nice! They were covered in trousers so often that she only ever got to see them when they were on duty, or if they were being intimate. That height of hers really added to their effectiveness, and she could hardly wait to get them wrapped around her -
"Neptune, look out!" Uranus yelled, tackling Neptune aside, at the very moment that tongue lashed out right where she'd been standing. Which resulted in her lying right on top of Neptune, and - "Dummy!" said the extremely beautiful, handsome angel towering over her protectively. "It's not like you to get distracted."
Oh gosh but Neptune was turned on right now! But... she couldn't. She must focus! Although, it seemed that Uranus was getting distracted as well. Her hands were creeping up her body, along towards her breasts, and Neptune really didn't feel like stopping her, or even slowing her down...
But before anything lewd could happen, a new presence arrived. Bursting in from above, joining the battle!
With a dramatic gust of wind, a figure in gleaming white and gold landed gracefully on the rooftop railing, her flowing cape billowing behind her. She was tall, statuesque, with a powerful physique and a confident stance. Her red and blue costume hugged her form, accentuated by golden bracers and a shining emblem upon her chest—an icon of unwavering justice.
"Cease this chaos immediately!" she commanded, her voice ringing with absolute authority. "As an enforcer of Order, I will not allow disorder to reign!"
Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune barely had time to process her arrival before she introduced herself with unwavering pride.
"I am Superhero," she declared. "And I will restore Order!"
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