Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H037 Returning Home...

H037 Returning Home…

Why is Youko here, in the director’s office at Meshi Academy?

“Why?”

“Heh, I came.”

Her cute smile leaves me at a loss for how to respond.

“She’s Seki Youko, who’s transferring to our academy.”

The director’s words don’t fully register. They’re in my head, but I can’t process them. Youko, transferring to Meshi Academy?

“You two seem acquainted. Sorry, but please save the reunion for later. I’ll briefly explain the academy.”

The director speaks as if she didn’t know, but her smiling eyes suggest she’s aware of our connection. It’s not worth pressing, but it bugs me.

So, we’re the only two transferring mid-term, and we receive an explanation about academy life (excluding the sexual aspects). It’s the kind given to first-years of the elementary, middle, and high divisions after the entrance ceremony.

The explanation covers facility locations and usage—cafeteria, study rooms, administrative office, infirmary, and more. Each is similar to my old high school, but with the academy spanning preschool to university, even the cafeteria has multiple locations. Grasping the layout will take time, especially when I haven’t even mastered the mansion’s.

I’ll learn bit by bit.

The explanation comes from the female teacher who brought Youko, someone I vaguely recognized. During the talk, I recall—she’s Shishido Rumi-san, next head of the Shishido family, Yumi-chan’s older sister, whom I met at my introduction. Since Yumi-chan is my second cousin, Rumi-san is both my second cousin and cousin, as her father is Hikaru’s brother, Otoya. The family ties are so complex, thinking about them is dizzying.

Also, Youko and I are in the same class, with Rumi-san as our homeroom teacher. Though she’s our teacher, I’ll likely get invited for intimacy, and I can use the private room mentioned earlier.

“There’s also a lecture explanation, but that’s tomorrow during the third-year orientation, so attend that. Club introductions for first- and fourth-years are tomorrow too, so join those.”

We’ll mix with underclassmen for these upcoming sessions.

“That’s all for now. Any questions?”

Neither Youko nor I had questions, so Rumi-san led us to our classroom.

“It’s big, housing preschool to high school, right?”

“Yes, I might get lost.”

“Be careful not to. You can check the campus map on your phone if you’re stuck.”

Rumi-san explained the academy as we walked, keeping us engaged without overwhelming us.

Normally, I’d listen, but I was dying to ask Youko why she’s here. With others around, I couldn’t, and we weren’t alone, so I half-tuned out Rumi-san’s words.

The middle division classrooms are in a separate building, so we walked outside.

“That’s the elementary division, there’s the high division, the middle division’s there, and preschool’s out of sight,” Rumi-san said, as I half-listened, my focus mostly on Youko beside me, heading to the classroom.

Our class is 5-A. When we entered, most classmates were already there. The girl-to-boy ratio is high—almost all girls?

Rumi-san left after bringing us in, probably for a staff meeting. With the opening ceremony soon, she’ll likely return quickly.

Seats were temporarily by attendance number. Mine’s at the back by the corridor; Youko’s is three seats away in the next row.

Some classmates eyed us curiously. With 240 students per year, by the fifth year—eleven years from elementary, or longer from preschool—everyone’s familiar. New faces stand out.

There wasn’t much time, but I pulled Youko to the back to talk.

“Youko, why are you here? I heard you transferred, but why?”

“Because you’re here, obviously.”

“What’s that, like a mountaineer facing a mountain?”

“I didn’t want to be apart from you. I’ve loved you forever, gave you my virginity, and parting now would be too lonely.”

“It’s not a forever goodbye. I said I’d visit monthly.”

“Still didn’t want to be apart.”

“But the tuition here’s high, right? Is your family okay?”

“It’s fine. I’m a scholarship student.”

Youko puffed out her chest, making her uniform’s bust look bigger. Wait, no.

“Scholarship?”

“Yup. Want to see my transfer exam scores?”

“No, I know you’re smart.”

She could’ve gotten into a top-tier high school but chose mine. I understand why now.

“So, let’s keep getting along.”

“Yeah.”

I knew her feelings when we got physical, but I never imagined she’d follow me to Meshi Academy.

Just then, Rumi-san returned. Should I call her “Rumi-san” or “Shishido-sensei”? With so many clan teachers, maybe “Rumi-sensei”? I’ll ask later.

Once everyone was seated, Rumi-san outlined the day’s schedule, and we moved to the auditorium for the opening ceremony.

After the ceremony, we returned to the classroom.

Counting again, it’s 23 girls and 7 boys. If the ratio’s similar across classes, the academy’s 70–80% female. The high division might vary by department.

The mixed-gender attendance numbers might reflect the skewed ratio.

“Congratulations on advancing to fifth year. I’m your homeroom teacher, Shishido Rumi.

By fifth year, self-introductions aren’t needed, but we have two new students. Akira-kun, please.”

“Yes.”

I wasn’t prepped but expected this, so I stood, walked to the front, and spoke.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Oshika Akira. For certain reasons, I attended another high school before, but from this year, I’m at Meshi Academy. Honestly, it’s a higher level than my old school, but I’ll work hard not to fall behind.

Please take care of me.”

Clap, clap, clap—polite applause. Some whispered to neighbors, likely curious about my Oshika name, given the academy’s ties to the Oshika Group.

“Thank you. Next, Youko-san.”

“Yes.”

Youko took my place.

“Hi, everyone. I’m Seki Youko. I was at the same high school as Akira, who just spoke. When I heard he was transferring here, I followed.

I want to get along with everyone, not just Akira, so please take care of me.”

Wha—Youko, what are you saying? Admitting you followed me? It’s true, but saying it publicly is embarrassing. We’ve slept together, but we’re not dating.

Classmates clapped and cheered. The cheers weren’t needed, but their curious looks held no malice, so they seem welcoming. Unless it’s hidden.

As Youko returned to her seat, Rumi-sensei (that’s right, she called Youko by name too) gave notices and schedules, ending the first day.

Some classmates wanted to talk, but I had to rush back to the mansion, so I asked to chat tomorrow and left quickly.

“Huh? Youko, in a hurry too?”

Youko, also dodging classmates, hurried out with me.

“Yeah. My moving stuff’s not unpacked yet. Tomorrow’ll be busier, so I want to finish today.”

Right, it’s too far to commute from her old home. She must be in a dorm or apartment.

“See you.”

“Yeah.”

We went to the entrance, where Youko changed shoes and rushed off. That much of a hurry? Oh well, I need to hurry too.

The entrance is here, so the parking lot’s that way.

I checked the campus map on my phone and hurried to where Manaka-san waited.

When the car reached the mansion’s entrance, two maids waited at the door. Isn’t that overkill for just coming home from school? Maybe it’s special for the first day.

Thinking this, I stepped out as Manaka-san opened the door and headed to the entrance.

“Welcome home.”

The maids I’ve been with are professional on duty.

“I’m home.”

I bowed, and they opened the double doors.

“Welcome home.”

Six maids lined up inside, greeting me. At the front…

“Youko? And Runa?”

Youko, whom I just left at school, and my sister Runa stood there, smiling.