Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H065 A Threesome Date with My Sister and Childhood Friend

H065 A Threesome Date with My Sister and Childhood Friend

Returning from the Mihyou mansion, I was greeted by Youko at the entrance, where she was cleaning.

“Akira-sama, welcome back.”

“I’m home. Thanks for cleaning.”

“It’s my job.”

Youko, in maid mode, spoke primly but flashed a shy, happy smile. Maybe she’s glad to see me?

…No, that’s probably my ego talking. Even if Youko has feelings for me, we live under the same roof and can see each other anytime, so she wouldn’t get excited just from this, right?

She’s likely just not used to maid work yet and got flustered when I thanked her.

Still, Youko in her maid outfit is cute. I always thought she was a beautiful girl, but until she confessed, I hadn’t seen her as a “woman.” I never paid attention to her clothes before.

Now, knowing her feelings and having taken her virginity, I naturally see her as a woman. It’s not bad to see a girl that way, especially since she sees me as a man too.

“Akira-sama, do you need something?”

I must’ve been staring, because Youko stopped cleaning and tilted her head—adorably.

“No, just thinking how cute you look in that maid outfit.”

Her cheeks flushed pink instantly.

“Don’t tease me!”

Her maid mode slipped, revealing her true self. Seeing this rare side, I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re interrupting my cleaning. If you don’t need anything, please return to your room.”

My compliment clearly embarrassed her—she’d never say “please return” normally.

“Alright, alright.”

Still smiling, I climbed the hall stairs to my room.

Back in my room, I decided to go running, even if later than usual. Skipping daily habits can become a pattern. Plus, if I’m going to be drained like last night, I need to stay in shape. Maybe add strength training? Or stamina training? How do you train stamina, anyway?

I changed into running gear and checked StoreNet for ways to boost stamina.

…Nothing groundbreaking. Healthy diet, moderate exercise. The chefs probably handle the diet part, so sticking to daily runs is my best bet for now.

After running, I showered and headed to the living room for lunch. Right then, Youka-san from the Nekomitsu family came to say lunch was ready—well, more like she was fetching me.

Leaving my room with sweaty running clothes, Youka-san took them for laundry. It’s part of her trainee maid duties, after all.

Reiran-san was back from the Mihyou house, and we ate together. Youko and Runa, whose maid shifts ended that morning, joined us, still in maid outfits but without headbands—apparently the headband signals work mode.

“Akira-san, please visit the Meshi house tonight, same time as yesterday.”

“The Meshi house, got it.”

The Meshi family oversees Meshi Academy, where all Oshika clan kids study. The academy’s director is their head, and many teachers are from the Meshi family or its grandchild branches, though most staff are non-clan due to the family’s small size.

Reiran-san asked about school life—casual small talk.

Classes start in two days, but this week already had surprises: nude physical exams, co-ed PE. Runa said, “I thought middle school meant naked measurements,” but that’s not true. Since she started at Meshi Academy’s middle division, she doesn’t know other schools, so it’s understandable.

Eating together felt like a close-knit family of four, despite only Reiran-san and I, and Runa and I, being blood-related.

Reiran-san, old enough to be our grandmother, looks a decade younger—motherly, even. In bed, she could pass for an older sister, a true enchantress.

“Akira-san, something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Lost in rude thoughts watching Reiran-san talk with Runa and Youko, I was caught off guard. I brushed it off, and since she didn’t press, I assumed I got away with it—or she let it slide.

Until my evening visit to the Meshi house, I had some time. I decided to visit a nearby shopping complex—not for anything specific, just to get out. Since moving to the Oshika estate, I’ve only been to the mansion and Meshi Academy. Plus, I got a new bike for commuting and wanted to try it.

The complex is about four kilometers from the south outer gate, through the grandchild branch district, turning east at the central intersection. It’s roughly the same distance as Meshi Academy, just a different direction.

Taking the east inner gate, following the estate’s edge to the southeast street, then to the southeast outer gate adds about a kilometer compared to the grandchild branch route. I chose that path today.

Youko and Runa, free that afternoon, joined me, swapping maid outfits for casual clothes.

“It’s been a while since the three of us hung out,” Runa said happily.

True, since deciding to join the Oshika family, I was holed up studying for the entrance exam.

Before that, they occasionally invited me out. I didn’t think much of it then, but knowing their feelings now, I realize those were dates—threesome dates, but still.

“We should do this more often,” Youko said, also thrilled. Being the only familiar faces in the mansion, they probably feel out of place.

Even for me, though the clan is family, Runa and Youko feel closer—Runa as my sister, Youko as my childhood friend. Our history outweighs my ties to the clan.

“Well, we don’t have much time, but let’s enjoy this.”

““Yeah!””

We hopped on our bikes and pedaled off.

East of the Oshika estate lies a high-end residential area. I’d heard about it but hadn’t seen it until now. Wide streets, light traffic, a serene vibe.

The grandchild branch estates were massive—huge mansions, yet none seemed to occupy the rumored 500-meter-square plots. Maybe they exist, but the ones I saw were 40–50 meters square at most.

Past the residential area, the town came into view. The shopping complex sits at its west end, with a station at its east, a shopping district around it, and the city sprawling east to south.

Soon after leaving the residential area, we parked our bikes at the complex’s lot.

“It’s pretty big for a non-urban area,” Runa said, walking through the complex.

“It’s near that high-end neighborhood, right? Half the stores target that crowd, with spacious layouts, so it feels bigger,” Youko explained.

I knew of the place but not its vibe—makes sense.

Surrounded by luxury stores, we figured the west side had more high-end shops, with cheaper ones eastward. Luxury goods were out of our league—I could afford them but felt intimidated, and Runa and Youko really couldn’t—so we window-shopped while heading east.

With no specific goal, just killing time, we popped into casual stores, browsing and enjoying ourselves.

Runa and Youko walked through with smiles, and even just looking around was fun.

At a plaza-like open space, a large clock struck 3 p.m., its face moving to reveal puppets performing to music for five minutes. We stopped to watch.

“Akira, you still into that stuff?” Youko, arm linked with mine on the left, asked.

“Yeah, I like making and watching them.”

“That’s why you joined the robot club, right? You too, Youko-chan?” Runa peeked from my right.

“Not really, I joined to be with Akira,” Youko said.

Being liked by a beautiful girl is flattering, but what did she see in me? No, that’s not it. If beauties like Youko and Runa find me attractive, I should own it.

“How about a break at a diner or café? I’m tired.”

“Sure, I could rest.”

“That place we passed looked nice,” Runa said.

“Sounds good. Youko, okay?”

“Fine by me.”

We headed to the café Runa liked.

Walking with two beautiful girls holding my hands probably drew eyes, but I only realized it on the way back to the mansion.