Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H031 Women of the Oshika Clan

H031 Women of the Oshika Clan

I supported Yumi-chan’s body as she calmed down, standing still. Holding a cute, half-naked beauty with my penis in her fresh vagina, my shameless member couldn’t stay calm. Her legs wrapped around my waist, preventing withdrawal.

Her quivering vaginal folds, still pulsing from climax, caressed my unflagging erection, and I couldn’t resist. Barely moving my hips, I ejaculated inside her a second time.

“Nhaa, ahu, sex feels so good,” Yumi-chan said, her satisfied, lascivious smile melting her face. That look heated my groin again. This could end up like Kikyou-san’s marathon session.

“Yumi-chan, I’m pulling out. Can you let go of my waist?”

“N, okay.”

She unwrapped her legs, and I slowly withdrew my penis from her honeyed core.

Freshly aroused but unsatisfied, my member stood rigid. Seeing it slick with fluids, Yumi-chan slipped from my arms, laid her discarded spandex on the sidewalk, knelt, and grabbed my penis.

“Yumi-chan?”

“I’ll clean it.”

She took my swollen shaft into her mouth, enveloping the glans and two-thirds of it. My size was too much for her to take fully, but the warm sensation of her mouth put my cannon on high alert, ready to fire.

Her soft tongue coiled around, sliding my shaft in and out, her slender fingers gently stroking the rest.

“Ah, haa, hau,” I sighed, pleasure from her blowjob overwhelming me.

Her mouth and fingers shortened the fuse on my cannon.

“Ku, u, Yumi-chan, I’m coming!”

Byururururu!

“N, ah, hau, guho, cough!”

Overcome by pleasure, my semen erupted, the first spurt hitting her throat. She pulled back, but the flow continued, splattering her shirt, bare shoulders, and pretty face.

“Haa, hau, sorry, Yumi-chan, I made a mess.”

“Haa, it’s fine. Tastes bad, but smells nice…”

Smells nice? Maybe. Her juices smell good, at least.

“You okay? I should’ve brought a towel.”

“I’m fine.”

She licked the semen around her mouth. Didn’t she say it tasted bad?

Standing, she removed her running shirt, revealing ample breasts in a sports bra—not huge, but just shy of it, perfectly shaped and tempting. Gulp.

Using her shirt, she wiped the semen from her face and shoulders. Wiping fluids with her own clothes—pretty erotic. Semen dripped down her thighs from her crotch, equally erotic. Despite her wholesome, healthy look, she’s quite sensual.

She removed her headband, shook her short hair, and a faint floral scent wafted out.

“Haa, that felt good.”

“Glad you enjoyed it. Was that your first time?”

“Yeah.”

“Heard first times hurt. You okay?”

“Totally fine! I prepared to offer my virginity anytime.”

She mentioned preparation earlier, and there was no bleeding. Thinking back, Youka-san claimed virginity too, with no blood or much pain—her moans seemed more pleasure than pain.

“What preparation?”

I asked casually, fine if it’s a secret.

“First, what were you doing, Akira-san?”

“Walking. You know about me, right? I’m still unfamiliar with the estate.”

I’ve barely been here a week.

“Got it. Let’s talk while walking.”

Before I could respond, she picked up her spandex and started walking in just her sports bra.

Stunned, I grabbed my canteen, pulled on my boxers and sweats, and chased after her. Embarrassing, but the breeze on my exposed lower half felt nice—almost addictive.

“So, about the sex prep,” she continued. “In elementary school, girls use dildos to stretch their hymens. Starting with thin ones, we go thicker each month—12 stages a year, 72 over six years. By the end, they’re as thick as a man’s penis. Thinner than yours, though.”

What? They do that? No wonder there’s no tearing, bleeding, or pain—they’re accustomed to penetration.

“Clan girls do that?”

“Normal girls don’t, I learned later in middle school. I thought it was standard since everyone I knew did it.”

If it’s common in your circle, it feels normal. The clan’s harem lifestyle already seemed odd, but this confirms their uniqueness.

Talking, we reached the northeast gate.

“I’m resuming my run, so I’ll head off,” Yumi-chan said.

“Wait, aren’t you thirsty after sex? Have some water.”

I offered my canteen.

“Really? Thanks!”

After drinking, she seemed revitalized—though she was already so energetic, maybe I imagined it.

“Haa, refreshed! Thanks, bye!”

She put on her headband, holding her rolled-up shirt and spandex, and ran off in just her bra, vagina exposed.

“…”

Running nearly naked in public—doesn’t she feel shy? The outer roads are clan property, like a private yard, and I’m used to gowns or nudity indoors, but outside still feels embarrassing.

I put on my boxers and sweats and continued my walk.

Past the northeast road, the right side shifted from the Meneko to the Meguma estate. Each estate’s buildings and layouts differ slightly but follow a similar pattern: scattered structures in manicured nature.

If blindfolded and dropped on this road, I wouldn’t know which estate I’m near. The Meneko and Meguma estates are identifiable by the Oshika Shrine across the road, but I should memorize the layouts to stay oriented if I get distracted.

Past the Meguma estate, I reached the east outer gate and main road, leading to the Mihyou estate. I planned to continue past the Mihyou and Mewashi estates to the south gate and back to the mansion, but after two sex sessions, I’d be late for lunch. That’d be unfair to Reiran-san and the maids waiting.

Looking at the midday sun, I turned back toward the Oshika mansion.

Back at the mansion, I showered before lunch. Sweat from walking could’ve been handled with a face wash, but sex with two women left me reeking of intimacy—I couldn’t smell it, but others might. Eating with others like that would be rude.

The unplanned encounters cut my walk short, giving me time to wash off the scent before lunch—a small blessing.

After lunch with Reiran-san and two maids, I returned to my room and opened the clan’s family tree on my tablet to check on the women I’d been intimate with.

Tatsumi-san, whom I met at my introduction, is the next Metora head and my sister, Hikaru’s daughter, making our encounter incestuous. But I’ve already been with my aunt Reiran-san and sister Runa before joining the clan, so it’s not new.

Yumi-chan, 15, is the niece of the current Shishido head, a grandchild branch under the Meshi family, and a fourth-year at Meshi Academy (high school first-year equivalent). She mentioned “elementary school,” so she’s likely my junior at the academy, though my late enrollment makes me feel like the junior.

Sex with Yumi-chan isn’t incest… or is it? She’s more distant than a cousin, legally fine for marriage, but still close kin—our grandfathers were brothers, making us second cousins.

As the Oshika head, I’ll likely have more sex with close relatives—mostly that, probably. It’s pleasurable, and since they desire it, I won’t refuse, but it feels daunting. Too convenient for me.

Deep down, I want pure love with that girl I fell for, who must be a wonderful woman now. Until I reunite with her, I’ll fulfill my duties with the clan women.