Chapter 115 - Busy Season
Ah, morning.I have to choose.It's probably reaching the limit of how long I can keep putting off my answer.Thinking such thoughts, I tried to get up.
But I can't move.
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My limbs are caught in some sort of squishy, elastic masses, and I'm firmly locked in place.In all likelihood, I'm being held by Angelica's, Ayako-chan's, or Philia's chest, butt, or thighs—or perhaps a combination of several of them.
What kind of life is it, exactly, where I can say "in all likelihood" about something like this?I let out a sigh, enveloped in a stifling, almost nauseating feminine scent.I was disappointed in myself for the utterly immoral scene unfolding from the crack of dawn.
Angelica, clad in a thin black camisole, breathing softly in her sleep.This innerwear seems to be a favorite of Angelica's, and she wears it frequently around the house.I don't really understand it, but apparently, it has cups built into the chest area, so it also functions as a bra.According to the mail-order site, it's "OK to wear outside as-is in the summer."If she were to wander around outside in this getup, it would be pretty stimulating for a guy, but is it really alright?
Even if it has cups, her defenseless breasts are simply housed beneath material like tights.It's a sight that inevitably makes me feel restless.And on top of that, the one wearing it is a maiden of just sixteen, a beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes and skin so pale it's almost transparent, and to make matters worse, she's hugging my arm as if pressing her two bulges against it—this is completely a crime.Caught in the act.
My elbow is locked in place, fitted snugly into her cleavage.
Alright, I see. So my dominant hand is captured like this.Then what about my left arm? I turn my face the other way and find Ayako-chan clinging to me in much the same posture.This girl is wearing thick pajamas, so in terms of skin exposure, she's the least of the three.It's wholesome.
However, due to the bad habit of not wearing a bra to bed, the sensation is transmitted even more directly than with Angelica. There isn't even a cup to protect her chest. It's a no-guard strategy.The soft weight of flesh, transmitted through my elbow.Its shape and size vividly float into my mind. Even though I don't want to imagine such things, my male instincts do unnecessary work.I really want to say, please stop it.When I become conscious of young girls as sexual objects, the guilt is overwhelming.I don't want to become that kind of lecherous old man.
And yet, Ayako-chan's E-cups are enveloping my left arm...
"Ugh, uuugh."
I can't take this anymore.In a way, it's bliss, but I still hate it. My animal side is rejoicing, but my human reason desperately wants to escape this situation.As for the third, Philia, she's even sleeping sprawled on top of me.Her chest, a full size larger than Ayako-chan's, is pressed firmly against my chest.And as for her hands, they're stuck inside my clothes, of all things.Where they're placed, I don't even want to describe anymore. It's a place where I want to ask, is touching that even fun?
"Haaah..."
If one man and three women sleep together in a single bed, this is what happens.And what's more, two of them are minors, and one is even a clergy member.Isn't this compounding the sin?It feels like I've made a spectacular debut as the dual-wielding ace of the world of debauchery, instantly breaking into the major leagues of the sex crime circuit.
Feeling dizzy from the crushing guilt, I began the work of extracting my arm.Trying not to think about what my fingers were digging into, I smoothly pulled my right arm out.The soft rustle of fabric and the sound of skin rubbing.I hear seductive voices like "Nn..." and "Ah...", but I suppress all earthly desires and dispassionately pull my arm free.
...Allow me to make an excuse: I'm not sleeping in this scene of debauchery because I want to savor a harem atmosphere.
It's a simple matter.There isn't enough space in the room.As a result of preparing for the move, the place is overflowing with packed cardboard boxes, and we can no longer sleep on the floor.Due to these circumstances, we ended up sleeping in the same bed for one night only.
Of course, I resisted to the very end.I firmly refused, saying there's no way I'm doing such an immoral sleeping arrangement, let me sleep in the bathroom, but it was decided by a unanimous vote of all the girls.I had no decision-making power. It was the collapse of paternal authority.
Even if we find a good property, it's a continuous string of inconveniences until we actually move.
I want to live in a big house soon, I thought, my mind wandering to the new home I haven't yet seen, as I reached out my now-free right hand.I grabbed my smartphone from the bedside and tapped the screen.I looked over the three messages that arrived last night, one by one.
'Hey, Nakamoto-boss. The passport for Angelica-chan has arrived. Come pick it up. Tomorrow's fine, right?'
This is an email from Gondo.
'Nakamoto-kun, I've figured out roughly where that dragon came from, so I'd like to discuss it in detail. I heard you don't have any TV work tomorrow, so I'd like to meet with you right away.'
This is an email from Sugitani-san.
'You left something at my place, didn't you? Come pick it up. There's a lot of stuff we need to talk about, too. Hey, you know what? When I went to hang out at that apartment you told me about, I heard women's voices other than Angelica's from behind the door. What's that about? There are like three girls there, aren't there? I got kind of annoyed and went back without pressing the intercom. I'm really curious about how many girls are coming and going at your place now, Nakamoto-san. I want to talk a lot about this. You're free tomorrow, right? Definitely come over.'
The last one is an email from Rio, and even with a cute emoji at the end, the seeping anger comes through, making it terrifying instead.No matter how much that girl has a special fetish for being toyed with by brute men, there are surely limits.I remember her saying she does feel jealousy properly. Since it's an unknown quantity how much she can tolerate, I should probably get on her good side here...No, wait, Rio isn't my girlfriend or anything, so why am I seriously thinking up excuses?
"...More importantly, which one should I choose?"
The troublesome thing is, all of them specified today as the date and time to meet.Maybe this happened because I told them my day off in advance. But even so, I didn't think all three would pick the same day.
I have to quickly decide who I should meet first.Prioritize, and put off the person who seems least likely to be negatively affected by waiting... and who would that be?Considering their positions, Sugitani-san is the top priority, and Gondo might be fine last.No, wait, if I don't take care of Rio first, will things get complicated?
What a pain, I thought with disgust, as I pulled my left hand free.
"Nn... ah."
Ayako-chan's seductive breath hits my face. Even though it's before I've brushed my teeth in the morning, why does it smell so sweet? Is this what a young girl's body is like?High school girls are terrifying.Feeling like I might get into a strange mood if this continued, I shook my head to drive away the distracting thoughts.
After both hands were free, I peeled Philia off and started getting ready.I changed into a dark turtleneck and jeans, and threw a coat on over them.I bought all of these at a higher price than before, so I think I've escaped the vagrant look, but why do I still smell like a low-income earner?
...Is it because my face looks shabby?
Damn it, what's the point of being self-deprecating from the crack of dawn?