Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H059 Mihyou Family: Surrounded by Beauties

H059 Mihyou Family: Surrounded by Beauties

Ugh, are the Mihyou girls puzzle prodigies? Seika-chan, Aina-chan, Ayako-chan, and I are each working from a corner of this jigsaw puzzle, but I’m the slowest.

Sure, I joined late, so I’ve placed fewer pieces, but their speed’s insane. While I place one, they’re fitting two or three.

“Akira-oniisan, you’re so slow~”

I laughed, “Aina-chan and Ayako-chan are super fast,” and glared at the reference photo, determined not to lose to a five- and six-year-old.

By the way, this puzzle’s building—what is it? A grand Western mansion, surrounded by trees, looks cozy from the outside. Familiar yet unfamiliar. A hotel, maybe?

Before I could ponder further, the sliding door was lightly knocked.

“Yes?”

Seika-chan, closest to the entrance, stood and opened it. Seiran-san knelt outside, wearing an apron over her kimono.

“Everyone, dinner’s ready.”

Seiran-san’s beauty, like Reiran-san’s, shone with a warm smile.

“Okay, got it.”

“Thank you.”

“Dinner!”

“We gotta clean up.”

We covered the unfinished puzzle in its thin box and tucked it onto a shelf. Aina-chan and Ayako-chan tugged my hands, following Seika-chan as we trailed Seiran-san down the corridor.

We arrived at another spacious Japanese-style room. A square table arrangement sat in the center, with men and women seated. Reiran-san and Seiran-san stood at the head. The women wore aprons. The seated group straightened but didn’t stand, which kept things relaxed for me.

“Wow, a feast!”

“Looks yummy!”

The girls at my sides let go and scampered to their cushions. Food over flowers, huh?

“Akira-san, over here.”

Seiran-san gestured to the head seat. Sitting above older folks felt awkward, but as Oshika head, I’ll need to get used to it.

I knelt on the cushion. Reiran-san sat beside me. The Mihyou family filled the table’s other sides.

“Today, we welcome Akira-san, the new Oshika head, to our Mihyou family. Some are meeting him for the first time, so let’s introduce ourselves before eating.”

“Yay.”

“Let’s eat already!”

Aina-chan and Ayako-chan protested to Reiran-san. Their mothers calmed them, and they pouted but agreed, “Okay.” Good kids.

Reiran-san smiled and began introductions.

To my right: Seiran-san, her husband Ryoichi-san, and their daughter Seika-chan. I met them at my introduction.

To my left: Reiran-san’s second daughter Airan-san, her husband Shinji-san, and Airan-san’s daughter with Ottoya-san, Aina-chan. Aina’s biological father is Ottoya, but Shinji’s her legal father.

Across: Reiran-san’s sister Reiko-san, her husband Katsuya-san, and Reiko-san’s daughter with Seiji, Ayako-chan. Katsuya’s her legal father.

Reiran-san’s husband, Keisuke-san, passed away five years ago.

Introductions were brief, and we dug in to keep the food warm. White rice, miso soup, and platters of salad, fried chicken, spring rolls, sausages—varied, not just Japanese.

No alcohol, probably because I’m underage. Or maybe the women abstain since they’ll be with me later, and the men don’t drink alone.

…Yeah, I’m sleeping with these women tonight. Reiran-san’s a widow, fine. But Seiran-san, Airan-san, and Reiko-san are married. Are their husbands okay with their wives being taken under the same roof?

Maybe men marrying into the Oshika clan accept it upfront.

Seiran-san’s president of Mihyou Bank, Ryoichi-san a director there. Shinji-san and Katsuya-san hold roles in Oshika Group companies, so they likely knew the clan’s ways before marriage. If not, the brides’ side would’ve informed them—anything less would be dishonest.

The clan’s been honest with me and my family, so they’d treat grooms the same.

That’s my guess, but I’d love to ask the men. Not here, though, and how do you even ask? “How do you feel about me sleeping with your wife tonight?” No way.

Watching them eat, they seem unbothered about me bedding their wives later. They chat and eat calmly.

…Whatever their thoughts, sleeping with the Mihyou women is set. I’ll stop overthinking and treat it as my Oshika head duty.

Dinner passed pleasantly, plates mostly cleared.

“We’ll clean up, so you ladies entertain Akira-kun.”

“Aina and Ayako-chan, you’ll help, right?”

“Yay!”

Ryoichi-san gathered dishes, Shinji-san wiped tables with the girls, and Katsuya-san stacked empty plates.

“Please, take care. Akira-san, this way.”

Reiran-san, shedding her apron, urged me to stand and head to the corridor.

“Seika, leave that and go with your mom.”

“But… okay.”

Seika-chan, helping clean, stopped at Katsuya-san’s words and joined us.

Wait, Seika-chan too? She’s 12, just started middle school.

But I’ve already done it with Runa, same age, before she even finished elementary. Early, sure, but not too early.

Surrounded by gorgeous women, I was led to another large Japanese-style room. The outer room was empty, but the inner one, behind a sliding door, had six futons laid tightly together.

“Let’s begin, Akira-san.”

Seated on the futons, I was surrounded by Seiran-san, Airan-san, and Reiko-san. Reiran-san stood back—maybe because she’s past menopause? Seika-chan sat a bit away, perhaps intimidated by the adult women.

The three women leaned in, hands roaming my clothed body. Their touches were so sensual, I was already feeling it.

“Uh, is this okay?”

I said, flustered. I expected a bath first, not this.

“Don’t we please you?”

Seiran-san unbuttoned my shirt, stroking my nipples through my tee. Nngh.

“Are we not attractive?”

Airan-san, from behind, caressed my neck and cheeks, whispering seductively. Ahh.

“I’m still in the game.”

Reiko-san stroked my bulging crotch. Oh, not there!

“No, that’s not it! You’re all gorgeous!”

They’re older, sure, but undeniably stunning.

Seiran-san, 39, may find childbirth tough, but her skin’s flawless, her breasts shapely, stirring desire. At the 50th-day ceremony, her writhing vagina enveloped me, pure bliss.

Airan-san, 26, has radiant, youthful skin. Not “sprightly,” but her palms on my neck feel like it.

Reiko-san, 38, is nearing a tough age for kids, but her crotch-stroking is wickedly erotic. Even through jeans, it’s like direct contact—my boxers are probably soaked with precum.

“Then it’s fine, right?”

“We’ll satisfy you.”

“We won’t lose to the young ones.”

“Ah, ugh.”

Airan-san tilted my chin, kissing me deeply, her tongue slipping in.

Seiran-san lifted my tee, licking my skin. I worried about not bathing, but her tongue on my nipple erased that thought.

Reiko-san teased my bulging denim tip with her pinky, deftly unbuckling my belt. Oh, my hips are trembling.

“Seika, help take off Akira-san’s pants.”

“Huh? Y-Yes…”

Seika-chan, watching from afar, approached at Reiran-san’s command. She seemed briefly hesitant but showed no disgust or shyness, her eyes fixed on me being teased. She’s curious about men and sex.

Reiko-san spread my right leg, Airan-san my left, both licking my chest. Seika-chan reached for my jeans, undoing the clasp and zipper, grazing my swollen cock. Hnng.

Through the open jeans, my black boxers bulged, the pink tip peeking out, glistening with precum.