#33: Dinner for Four, and a Senpai Bath Event

Once the discussion had progressed enough, we decided to eat dinner.

The four of us enjoyed my stew and salad while chatting and laughing—the meal was lively and fun. I found myself feeling sentimental, thinking about how happy I’d be if we could keep spending time like this forever while listening to everyone talk.

“By the way, Norio, what about Fujiko san? You were calling her a main heroine or something,” Megucchi said.

“Oh, Fujiko san is out. We’ve always been on good terms, but there’s always been this wall between us. And since I joined the literature club, I’ve been thinking… something about her seems off. About all of them, actually.”

“Off? What do you mean?”

“Um, like they’re hiding something? Or like I’m being made fun of? And they keep asking weird questions about my relationships with Megucchi and Kyouko chan. To be honest, I want to quit the literature club already.”

When I mentioned my doubts about the literature club, Kyouko chan suddenly apologized.

“Oh! Wait, Mizumoto! I should’ve told you about Tsukino and the literature club!”

“Huh? So there really is something?”

“Yeah, well, the club president, Tsukino, has been saying you have ‘love comedy syndrome’ or something, and she’s been investigating you. She thinks that disease is making you act like ‘I’m the protagonist’ and hit on girls around you.”

“Uhh… love comedy syndrome? What’s that?”

“I don’t fully understand either, but it seems Tsukino thinks that disease is the reason you’re going around saying you’re the protagonist and seducing girls. Honestly, Tsukino’s probably just in her rebellious phase or something. That age, you know?”

“So the rest of the literature club is just going along with it?”

“That’s about right. So you don’t have to force yourself to participate or anything. And honestly, I didn’t need you to join the club to keep it from closing. Our school doesn’t even have minimum member requirements for clubs.”

Great.

So the conspiracy theory about Fujiko san and her literature club friends is becoming more real.

“Well, I’m sorry about recruiting you by force. But thanks to that, Mizumoto and I have become ‘pet and owner,’ and I’m happy about it.”

“The recruitment is fine, but the problem is what happens next. The literature club’s been acting weird all week.”

“Maybe just distance yourself from them for a bit? Don’t force yourself to quit. That could cause drama, especially since Tsukino’s in your class anyway. How about being a ghost member for now?”

“But then she’ll wonder why I stopped showing up and ask about it.”

“Oh! Then what if Megucchi joins too? Megucchi can just help you two act all lovey-dovey in front of them to show off.”

“That sounds fun, but honestly, the literature club people are pretty annoying. Megucchi might have a rough time.”

“Let me distance myself for a bit and see how things go. I’m already trying to avoid Fujiko san as much as I can anyway.”

“Yeah, maybe that’s the right call.”

Once the literature club issue died down, Sakura san brought up something with a serious expression.

“There’s something I want to ask you!”

“What is it, Sakura san? Your cute little kitten’s request—I’ll listen to anything!”

“Today, will you take a bath with me? I’m the only one who hasn’t yet, right? Just in case, I brought a school swimsuit! Please, Norio! Give me this one night. Kyouko chan, Megucchi—give her this one, okay?”

“No need to beg like that. I’ll take a bath with you normally. Though I don’t have a swimsuit, so I’ll just go in with a towel.”

“Really?! You promise you won’t back out later!”

“I wouldn’t do that! Megucchi and Kyouko chan, that’s okay with you two, right?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I had plenty of fun this morning.”

“Megucchi’s totally fine with it. So then, should Megucchi and Kyouko chan take one together?”

“That works for me! Can Megucchi let me play with her boobs?”

Where was this teacher heading?

After dinner, Sakura san and I headed straight to the bath.

Megucchi and Kyouko chan went to the bedroom to rummage through Kyouko chan’s cosplay collection.

By the way, Sakura san was wearing her school swimsuit under her room clothes.

She’d prepared well so as not to be left behind by Megucchi and Kyouko chan.

In the bath, we washed each other’s hair and backs normally, then settled into the warm water together.

As I hugged Sakura san from behind while we chatted casually, she took my hand and placed it on her chest.

“Compared to Megucchi and Kyouko chan, mine are small, but I’ve still got a decent amount, right?”

“Yeah, Sakura san’s boobs are so soft. And the school swimsuit fabric feels nice too. I could touch it forever.”

“You’re such a pervert. Only when we’re alone, okay?”

She turned her face back toward me, so I kissed her.

As I continued kissing her while gently squeezing her breasts, Sakura san opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Come to think of it, I usually do deep kisses with Megucchi and Kyouko chan, but I’d never done one with Sakura san before.

I pulled away to check.

“Is this kind of kiss bad?”

“No, it’s not bad. I was just a little surprised.”

Sakura san answered, then kissed me again, this time initiating a deep kiss herself.

During the kiss, Sakura san’s breathing grew ragged, and I was getting excited too. We kept kissing in the warm water for over ten minutes.

Sakura san is a truly charming woman, and the fact that I can make such a woman fall for me just confirms that I really am the protagonist.

#34: A Beautiful Teacher’s Styling

When we got out of the bath, I put my room clothes back on, and Sakura san changed into pajamas—a simple dark blue design with minimal skin exposure, fitting for serious-minded Sakura san.

Still, after spending so long in the bath with such an intense makeout session, Sakura san’s expression, neck, and chest looked far sexier than usual, and I kept getting the urge to hold her tight over and over.

When Megucchi and Kyouko chan went to take their bath, I could hear them chattering at first, but soon sweet moans started coming from the bathroom.

Kyouko chan probably let her imagination run wild again.

Sakura san and I left the bath situation alone and spent our time doing dishes together after dinner, then doing each other’s hair with a hair dryer in the living room, getting all lovey-dovey.

There’s something about preparing dinner together, doing chores together, and cuddling before bed—it felt almost domestic, like living together or being married. It naturally got me excited.

With Kyouko chan alone, I had to deal with her drunk antics, put up with her perverted roleplay, give her lap pillows to console her—it wasn’t a sweet time at all. Though Kyouko chan seemed to have a blast and looked super happy.

While I was thinking about this and smoching with Sakura san, Megucchi and Kyouko chan came out of the bath. Instead of returning to the living room, they went straight to the bedroom and started rummaging around.

What could they be up to?

I went to the kitchen to prepare some drinks, and the two of them returned to the living room.

Kyouko chan was wearing a maid outfit I’d seen before.

Her hair was in straight twin pigtails like last time.

No makeup, just a bare face with glasses.

Her full breasts peeked out of the open chest area, and thigh-highs created an absolute territory line. Classic otaku quality through and through.

Thanks to the no makeup, she actually looked younger than last time and even cuter, I thought.

And then there was Megucchi.

Megucchi was also in a maid outfit, but a bikini maid outfit.

Her hairstyle was twin pigtails like Kyouko chan’s, but hers were curled at the tips, giving them a wavy look.

Megucchi was also bare-faced, so unlike her usual gal look, she had a youthful expression with a hint of composure.

It had that so-called “legal loli” quality.

But from the neck down, the violence of her huge breasts was emphasized by the bikini, and with every little movement, they’d jiggle around, making it impossible to look away.

A loli-busty maid bikini.

Still packing the “every boy’s dream” aesthetic with full force.

Honestly, Megucchi deserves the title of “strongest childhood friend.” Her boobs aren’t the only thing—her butt jiggles with every movement too. It’s amazing.

I could stare at her for hours.

“Kyouko chan’s maid outfit is consistently quality, and she’s super cute today too, but compared to Megucchi’s maid bikini, she kind of fades. Megucchi’s the best!! Your potential knows no bounds!!”

“You like it? Norio?”

“Of course! I want to take it home right now!”

“What are you gonna do with it if you take it home?”

That’s when Kyouko chan revealed the truth.

“Today’s Megucchi is my special project. I styled her based on what I thought you’d like, and it seems to be a huge success.”

“Classic pervert otaku—you’re amazing, seriously! As a reward, you can drink as much as you want tonight!”

But here, Sakura san voiced a complaint.

“I’m the only one in normal pajamas, and I hate it! Kyouko chan! Style me too!”

“Sure thing. Sakura’s got great style anyway; I think she can pull off anything.”

The two of them went to the bedroom, so I started getting all lovey-dovey with Megucchi on the sofa, making out and cuddling.

When Sakura san and Kyouko chan returned to the living room, Sakura san was also in a maid outfit.

But unlike the others, her chest was tightly buttoned, and her skirt was long, with skin exposure limited to above the neck—a proper, conservative maid outfit.

It wasn’t erotic or sexy, but perfectly suited to Sakura san’s serious personality. And with Sakura san’s naturally good posture and the way she carried herself, hardly anyone could pull off wearing a maid outfit quite like her.

That clean, composed elegance created an almost ephemeral quality, giving off an indescribable eroticism.

Here was such a pure and quiet maid, yet moments ago she’d been making out with me in the bath like that!

“Is this also Kyouko chan’s styling?”

“Yeah, Kyouko chan picked it for me. Does it look weird?”

“No, it looks incredible! Kyouko chan really understands Sakura san’s serious personality and posture. Not many people would make that choice!”

“See? That’s exactly why I picked this style for Sakura.”

“Honestly, all three of you are different, and this styling brings out the best in each of you. I have to give credit where it’s due—Kyouko chan is amazing!”

“Then give me a reward, Master ♡ Please ♪”

“Of course. Tonight’s gonna be a real feast. I’ll shower all three of you with affection.”

After that, Kyouko chan started drinking while still in her maid outfit, so the rest of us played along with juice.

She got tipsy and started demonstrating maid roleplay by going on all fours and showing off her butt—which made the other two cringe. Then Megucchi and Kyouko chan started a “guess the nipple” game, and Megucchi in her bikini maid outfit lost immediately. Sakura san got so lovey-dovey and clingy she wouldn’t leave my lap. Everyone was acting different from their usual selves.

An enjoyable cosplay party like this with three fun heroines—there’s no way your average harem protagonist could pull this off. Only someone like me could make this happen.

Yes.

I’m Norio, a man who creates sin.

When it was time to sleep, the question came up: where would everyone sleep?

As I’d thought ahead of time, I’d sleep on the living room sofa while the three of them slept on the bed in the bedroom.

If it were just two of us, sharing a bed would be better, but with three, one bed would be too cramped, and then I’d have to choose someone, which would be playing favorites. That’s not befitting of a harem protagonist.

Now that I’d decided to be with all three of them, I needed to show my commitment through actions like this.

“Even if I’m a two-timing scumbag…”

When I muttered that to myself—

“Norio’s not a scumbag. He’s gross, but not a scumbag.”

“Yeah, I agree. I don’t think you’re a scumbag even if you are dating three people.”

“That’s true. None of us are sad about it. You’re grateful that Norio loves all three of us equally, right?”

All three immediately denied my self-deprecation.

“Heh, just as expected of my kittens. You’re all totally head over heels for me, huh? What a pain.”

“You’re still gross.”

“That was definitely gross.”

“I think that was totally fine, actually. I’m satisfied.”

After exchanging good night kisses with each of them one by one, they headed to the bedroom.