Harem Of The Oshika Clan - Zetro Translation

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H043 Yumi and Kuruyo’s Foreplay

Returning to the mansion in Manaka-san’s car, I changed in my room. I wore the sweatpants I’d chosen as casual wear for the first time as loungewear.

No maids assisted with changing, unlike yesterday when Youko and Runa did—probably a surprise.

In the living room, I sat at the desk and pulled up the Meshi Academy fifth-year elective course list on my tablet.

Electives aren’t strictly tied to grade levels. Subjects have recommended years, but you can take sixth-year courses in third year or vice versa, even university-level ones.

Some subjects require prerequisites, so third-years can’t take many sixth-year courses.

I overlaid mandatory courses on a weekly schedule, added engineering courses, then economics and business ones. It’s too much; I’ll need to cut some.

While pondering which to drop, a knock came.

“Come in.”

I set the tablet down and answered.

Washiyuri Kikyou-san, a maid, appeared.

“Akira-sama, apologies for interrupting. You have a visitor. May I show them in, or should we reschedule?”

“A visitor for me?”

“Yes.”

Since arriving at the Oshika mansion, I’ve only met clan members, Youko, Runa, and classmates. Who could it be?

“Okay, let them in.”

“Understood.”

Kikyou-san stepped aside, gesturing someone in. She’d brought them to the door already.

“Thanks, Kikyou-san! Akira-san, I’m here!”

Yumi-chan, my partner from a few days ago outdoors, bounded in energetically.

She wore spandex shorts and a sports bra—underwear, but like an athlete’s uniform, it didn’t feel out of place with her demeanor.

Another person followed.

“Come on, Kuruyo!”

“Uh, yeah.”

Yumi-chan pulled in a shy girl with glasses and semi-long hair.

“Um, nice to meet you. I’m Shishikura Kuruyo.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Oshika Akira.”

Kikyou-san bowed and closed the door.

“Akira-san, let’s have sex!”

As expected from Kikyou-san’s announcement, it was a sex invitation. I had no other guesses.

“That’s fine, but Kuruyo-chan too?”

“Yup! Kuruyo’s inexperienced, so I brought her along.”

I see.

Kuruyo-chan, 15, is the second daughter of Shishikura Miku, the academy’s middle division principal and my sister, making her my niece.

“Are you okay with this, Kuruyo-chan?”

“Y-Yes, please, definitely.”

Maybe Yumi-chan pushed her, but she doesn’t seem repulsed. Interested but hesitant, she likely came along eagerly when invited.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I led them there, and they followed willingly.

In the bedroom, Yumi-chan stripped off her sports bra, spandex, and socks, baring herself unceremoniously. I don’t mind her straightforwardness.

Kuruyo-chan fidgeted, unsure whether to lift and remove her skirt.

“Kuruyo, hurry up and strip!”

“Uh, but…”

I thought all clan women were eager for sex, but she seems different.

Watching her, I slowly undressed, becoming naked.

“See, Akira-san’s waiting!”

“Yumi-chan, don’t force her.”

I stopped Yumi-chan from rushing Kuruyo-chan.

“She’s not forced! She was super into it when I invited her today.”

She doesn’t look it, but her glances at my flaccid penis suggest she’s interested.

“Still, don’t push her. Kuruyo-chan.”

“Y-Yes!”

I approached Kuruyo-chan, lightly wrapping an arm around her.

I tilted her chin, gazing into her expectant eyes behind glasses, and gently kissed her.

Her eyes melted, her body relaxing. I tightened my hold to support her.

“Akira-saaan, me too!”

Yumi-chan hugged us, pressing her lips into our kiss.

I accepted her, matching her tongue with mine, licking Kuruyo-chan’s lips.

Kuruyo-chan timidly extended her tongue, and we shared an adult kiss. Her initial hesitation faded, her tongue pushing into my mouth.

While savoring their tongues and lips, I touched Kuruyo-chan’s chest over her clothes. She trembled but didn’t resist.

I gently kneaded her breasts—not huge, maybe C-cup, but soft. Through her slip and bra, three layers, they felt amazing. Girls’ bodies are great.

“Nn.”

Yumi-chan rubbed Kuruyo-chan’s other breast. I left the chest to her, sliding my hand down, lifting Kuruyo-chan’s dress, slipping under her slip, and stroking her groin over her panties.

“Nfun!”

Kuruyo-chan’s body quivered. I gently traced her slit with my middle finger. Her hips twitched, but her tongue stayed in my mouth.

I pulled my lips from both girls.

“Nn.”

Kuruyo-chan leaned for more.

“Kuruyo, take it easy.”

Yumi-chan stroked Kuruyo-chan’s hair, kissing her cheek.

I lifted Kuruyo-chan’s dress. She raised her arms, letting me remove it.

As I did, Yumi-chan took off her slip. Kuruyo-chan, embarrassed but unresisting, let herself be undressed.

Her pale skin flushed faintly pink. Her arms, modestly covering herself, were adorable.

I hugged her again, kissing her while unhooking her bra. As I removed it, Yumi-chan slid off her panties.

Two naked beauties stood before me: Kuruyo-chan shyly covering her chest and groin, Yumi-chan boldly exposed.

Come to think of it, this is my first time seeing Yumi-chan’s bare breasts—she kept her sports bra on outside. Hers are a size or two larger, shapely and tempting.

Kuruyo-chan’s, though hidden, seem well-shaped too. My groin tensed at the sight of them.

“Okay, both of you, onto the bed.”

“Yup!”

“Yes…”

Yumi-chan eagerly climbed up, Kuruyo-chan more cautiously. Memorizing their bodies, I joined them.

Who first? Should I loosen their vaginas? Yumi-chan’s probably wet, but Kuruyo-chan felt barely moist through her panties.

“Kuruyo-chan, spread your legs. Yumi-chan too.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Like this?”

I knelt between them, lying back, and ran my hands along their groins, gently tracing their slits.

“Ah, nn.”

“Nn, ah.”