Chapter 23 – Forbidden Things in the Literature Club

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“Hey. Nevada~”

There were four people in the Literature Club at that moment. The club president — Andou Reasu-senpai. Fellow members, Akira and I. And then there was Sabakutani Eri, who had absolutely no business being there but refused to leave. That same Sabakutani Eri was draped all over me, clinging to me like a spoiled child. Taking full advantage of the fact that no one else could perceive her, she had settled right onto my lap and was doing her best to stimulate a very specific part of my anatomy.

“Let’s just do it here,” she whispered.

“Even if nobody’s aware of us, that’s still a little…”

“I don’t mind popping my boobs out, you know?”

“I have reservations about exposing myself in public.”

“I wanna see it though. Nevada’s thing.“

“There’s nothing particularly worth bragging about. I’m not some rom-com protagonist.”

“Maybe you’re secretly a beast in bed.”

“I’m a virgin.”

We were in the middle of that utterly unproductive exchange when —

“Hey. Nevada-kun.”

Akira, sitting in the Literature Club room, was staring at me with a visible vein throbbing at her temple.

“Something wrong?”

“I don’t know why, but today… just looking at you is making me really irritated.”

Well, that makes sense. There’s a gorgeous girl with an insane rack dressed in a Holstein cow costume sitting on my lap. Her brain isn’t consciously processing it, but the image of Eri and me flirting shamelessly is absolutely entering her line of sight. She just can’t figure out why, despite being this close, she can’t quite see my face. She doesn’t even register the principle behind it. She’s looking right at Eri — a girl in a cow-print getup perched on my lap —, but her brain is actively rejecting the data. The result is that in the subconscious layers of her processing, she’s picking up on the wrongness of it, the way you wake up from a dream where your partner cheated on you and can’t shake the unease even after you’ve forgotten the details.

“How about a kiss?” Akira said.

“I’m open to it. Here, in the club room?”

“It seems like I need to make Nevada-kun understand something.”

“Then at least take off your dress shirt first. Please, in just your bra.”

“…Understood.”

She actually agreed.

Akira stripped down obligingly. A generous chest that had to be at least a C-cup. And apparently, as lush as she was, she was considered the smallest among the school’s Three Great Beauties. Not that a C-cup was anything but a gift from the heavens as far as I was concerned. It was just that Karma’s proportions were absurdly stacked for her frame, and as for Andou Reasu-senpai — well. Massive. No further explanation required. Naturally, the club room curtains were drawn shut. There was no way I was letting anyone else catch a glimpse of what was happening in here.

“Are you… excited?” Akira asked softly.

“Already hard.”

“Let me see.”

“No, thank you.”

“I’ll take care of you. Slow and thorough and completely.”

“You mean with your mouth?”

“Or I could use something else.”

“The president seems more experienced in that department.”

“…I’m not incapable of it,” senpai muttered from across the room.

Apparently, she wasn’t entirely disinterested.

“Nevada-kun’s that belongs to me and me alone ♡”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop acting like my girlfriend…”

“I’ll be your female slave if you prefer ♡ You know how they say it in period dramas — cut down and move on.“

It’s cut down and pardon*, not* cut down and move on.

“As long as I can be Nevada-kun’s ten’ga, nothing else matters.”

That word is probably meant to be spelled in the alphabet in its original context.

“By the way — are you a virgin?”

“Of course I am. That kiss was my first, too. Every first belongs to Nevada-kun. Things with Akutsu Michael never went that far. Good news, in a way.”

I hadn’t been about to hold anything against her regardless, but — so I was her first. Huh.

“So, kiss me ♡”

Akira, wearing nothing but her bra and panties, leaned toward me and murmured with a sweetness that pulled at something in my chest. Her eyes were fever-bright, and her lips had a soft, enticing sheen.

“Nevada… nn ♡”

Right there in front of that same Akira — stripped down to her underwear without a second thought — Sabakutani Eri was kissing me. Eri’s costume was full cow-print, a Holstein getup perfectly suited to her H-cup figure. The only reason the school hadn’t come down on her for it was the blackout camouflage effect.

“Nevada ♡ …Nevada ♡”

We broke the deep kiss, and she yielded her place to Akira.

“Nevada-kun ♡”

With no idea that I’d just been kissing Eri, and yet somehow knowing it in the subconscious layers beneath her awareness — Akira kissed me like she was trying to devour me. I’d already had my fill of her chest. Even if Akira was the smallest of the three, a C-cup was more than enough to lead a virgin to ruin. I savored the soft weight pressing against me while I kissed her — on lips that still carried a faint trace of Eri’s saliva.

“My prince ♡ My very own prince ♡”

“And you’re happy with that?”

“Yes ♡ Ravage me ♡ Treat me like something disposable ♡ I’d be honored to be the girl you pick up whenever it’s convenient for you ♡”

“So if I got a girlfriend —”

“That’s not allowed ♪”

“I thought you wanted to be my convenient girl.”

“Only look at me. Only ravage me. Only control me, only use me up completely.”

“What if I did get someone?”

“I’d stab her. Or I’d stab Nevada-kun and die right after.”

“Has anyone ever told you that’s a lot of love to put on one person?”

“You’re the first for everything, so I suppose that’s the first time anyone’s told me that, too.”

Well. She did try to throw herself off a building because Akutsu dumped her, so.

“You’re a troublesome woman.”

“Nevada-kun ♡ I love you ♡ I love you so much ♡ My Nevada-kun, mine and no one else’s ♡”

“Sudou Karma seems to have feelings for you, you know.”

“I only submit to Nevada-kun.”

“If you want to keep me happy, stop trying to control my love life.”

“I can’t do that. Nevada-kun belongs to me.”

“For my part, I don’t feel a thing.”

“Let me taste you ♡”

“I’ll decline with the utmost respect ♡”

“Nevada~ You know my boobs are way bigger than that unstable girl’s, right?”

Eri pressed those H-cup monstrosities into my arm and, completely outside of Akira’s awareness, pulled me into another deep kiss. She was something else entirely. Dressed in a Holstein cow cosplay — white-and-black patterned bra and panties, and a livestock bell hanging from her neck that had been chiming this whole time softly. Of course, I was the only one who could hear it.

“Somehow… even while kissing Nevada-kun, I feel dissatisfied…”

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

“Do you have some idea why?”

Right now, right in front of your eyes, a cow-print girl in heat is kissing me. That was the truth, and since saying it would accomplish nothing, I kept it to myself. Eri, swapping saliva with me in long, languid kisses. Akira, watching Eri do exactly that, is unable to register a single frame consciously. Both of them want me, both scenes unfolding simultaneously — and Andou-senpai, who was observing all of it with complete awareness and not saying a word.

The real question was: which one of us was the most unhinged?