153 Miharutaki Sakura: What should I do, Mistress~
Yumeko quietly listened to Hikigaya's task report.
After hearing it, she did not show any extreme reaction; instead, she very calmly took Miharutaki Sakura's intimate clothing from Hikigaya Hachiman's hands.
The fabric of the uniform was incredibly smooth and silky, and when held, it seemed to still carry the warmth of its previous owner.
Unbeknownst to the others, a storm of desire had already erupted inside Yumeko's heart. She couldn't help but press Miharutaki Sakura's clothing against her own pretty face.
Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, her face flushed red as she took a deep, intoxicating sniff.
Yumeko felt her rationality trembling — a twisted pleasure was flooding her nerves.
The only disappointment was that Hachiman had not lied to her. On Miharutaki's clothing, she couldn't detect Hachiman's scent. In other words, the two really were just acting.
Feeling a bit let down, Yumeko lowered the clothing and, regaining her refined demeanor, waved her hand bashfully:
"Ah, everyone, don't look at me like that~ I just wanted to confirm if Hachiman was telling the truth."
Phew—
Hikigaya Hachiman let out a breath of relief. For a moment there, he had seriously thought that Yumeko had awakened some unbelievable strange fetish.
Although he wouldn't have looked down on her because of that — after all, people's kinks were diverse — if such a kink actually existed in his own girlfriend, Hikigaya still would have felt a bit... complicated.
"Judging by the time, Miharutaki-senpai should be returning soon, right?"
"Yes, she mentioned she's currently attending the regular meeting of the Full-Bloom Association. Leaving midway would definitely draw Mibuomi Aoi's attention. By now, it should be just about time."
"In that case, Hachiman, come sit with me."
"Okay."
Without any hesitation, Hikigaya naturally sat down beside Yumeko, his body pressing against her soft, plump thigh.
Since they had established their own faction, he needed to carry himself like its leader.
Toward subordinates like Miharutaki Sakura, Saotome, Aiura, and the Ougatou sisters, he needed to show a proper amount of authority.
As Hikigaya sat down, he inadvertently squeezed Ougatou Houko's space away, but she didn't show any disappointment.
She quietly glanced up at Yumeko and, seeing that Yumeko wasn't angry, happily rested her head on Hikigaya's thigh.
She even reached out and placed Hikigaya's hand atop her own head, letting him stroke her.
A living image of a beautiful curled-up cat.
For Hikigaya, though, this wasn't something to enjoy. He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, stealing nervous glances at Yumeko's expression.
But this incorrigible Houko didn't stop there — she shamelessly shifted her head closer to Hikigaya's chest, even...
In the silent room, the sound of deep inhalation could be heard.
Hikigaya Hachiman was caught between pain and pleasure.
What he didn't know was that beside him, Yumeko's surging pleasure had already become uncontrollable, causing Ougatou Naoko, resting on her lap, to find it strange.
'Where is that sweet, honey-like scent coming from?'
Each person had different thoughts running through their mind, exchanging glances, until finally, the clubroom door opened.
It was Miharutaki Sakura.
She stood at the doorway, face flushed red, utterly shocked at the scene inside the activity room.
Were those really the Ougatou sisters she knew?
The once famous sporty gyaru queens of Hyakkaou Academy, now as docile as housecats, letting a boy and girl stroke their heads with blissful expressions?!
'Will I... end up like that too?'
Miharutaki's heart burned with heat; the shameful thought made her legs weaken.
Firstly, because of their status difference — she was Mibuomi Aoi's fiancée and one of the women standing at the very pinnacle of Hyakkaou Academy.
If she, like a housecat, allowed Hikigaya and Yumeko to pet her so casually...
Secondly, she was two whole years older than Hikigaya! To recognize a boy two years younger as her master?!
'W-what the hell... what am I even doing?'
Not sure what kind of feelings she was harboring, Miharutaki Sakura took step after step toward the coffee table.
When she saw Yumeko holding the clothing she had taken off earlier, Miharutaki almost fainted.
This situation was simply too much for her.
To describe her current physical state as 'blooming and dripping' would not be an exaggeration.
"Was everything successful?" Hachiman asked.
"Yes, Aoi noticed me," Miharutaki answered.
With her sanity on the verge of collapse, Miharutaki dutifully fulfilled her role as the "betrayer," pouring out all the intelligence she had gathered at the Full-Bloom Association meeting to Hikigaya.
In her current position, she had to perform her duty — that of Hikigaya's personal pet.
After listening to her report, Hikigaya didn't show much reaction.
Everything was within his expectations.
He glanced at the clock: according to the plan, Miharutaki had to stay in the clubroom for another hour.
What to do next?
The ever-considerate Yumeko spoke:
"Miharutaki-senpai, you're now Hachiman's personal pet, aren't you?"
Hearing such a shameful title come from another woman's mouth, Miharutaki trembled all over.
It felt as if she was being caught cheating by the 'main wife.'
"Y-yes," she answered shyly.
Yumeko slowly stood up, stepping over to Miharutaki on her elegant, shapely legs:
"Then, Miharutaki-senpai, whose side are you standing on now?"
Miharutaki instinctively wanted to say her fiancé's name — Mibuomi Aoi — but the words stuck in her throat.
After what she had done, she no longer had the face to say it.
'I'm already... broken.'
"Sure enough, Miharutaki-senpai is still hesitating," Yumeko gently cupped Miharutaki's face in her hands, forcing her to meet her charming gaze:
"Senpai can't go back to the past anymore. So from now on, you have to stand with Hachiman~"
"Even if you confessed everything to Mibuomi, you'd only be mercilessly abandoned~"
Yumeko's voice carried a strange seductive magic, slowly breaking down Miharutaki's defenses, leading her deeper into contemplation.
Unconsciously, Miharutaki opened her lips, sticking out her fragrant tongue, her hazy eyes staring longingly at Yumeko's red lips as if she saw sweet nectar dripping from them, desperately craving, yearning for Yumeko to bestow some holy gift.
"I already... can't go back. So I stand with Lord Hikigaya," she repeated Yumeko's phrasing.
Yumeko gave a lovely smile. Seeing that Miharutaki had been sufficiently conditioned, she bared her fangs:
"Since that's the case, Miharutaki-senpai, please offer up your loyalty~"
"Everything you've done so far was merely fulfilling a wager.
Now, you must prove your resolve."
"What should I do, Mistress Yumeko~" Miharutaki asked submissively.
"Hmm..." Yumeko pressed a slender finger against her chin, pretending to think:
"For example, change how you refer to 'Aoi' — call him 'Mibuomi,' or even 'that trash.'"
"And also, take off your outer clothing, and report today's intelligence to us again — in that state~"