Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H093 Birthday Party

H093 Birthday Party

After school, Youko left earlier than me, as usual, for her part-time maid job. She typically works past 8 PM, but today she’ll finish early to come to my room for her birthday party.

I headed to my room in the shared dorm, reviewed today’s lessons, prepped for tomorrow, and then went home. Last week, I explored the campus four days—except rainy Monday—but there’s still more to see. The academy, with its nursery to high school divisions, is massive.

Still, I skipped exploring today and went straight home to prepare for Youko’s modest birthday party. I planned to bathe early.

For my earlier-than-usual bath, Miyako from the Hyoudou family and Ikumi from the Kumafuyu family assisted. I’m not a kid; I can bathe alone, but I’m never allowed to. Their bare hands carefully washed me, as always.

It’s a rest day, so they wore thin garments instead of being naked. The wet fabric clung to their skin, impossibly erotic. The thin material revealed their hard, pink nipples and, when they parted their knees slightly, their hairless slits.

Having two beautiful girls, close to my age, wash me in such erotic outfits made my cock swell. They washed it directly, making it worse.

They’re definitely tempting me. On rest days, it’s fine if I initiate, but with today’s plans, I held back. It wasn’t hard to resist.

After bathing, I put on a gown and returned to my room. Soon, a knock came. It was Runa.

“Akira-sama, shall I start preparing the parlor?” she asked.

“Yeah, please,” I said.

“Understood.”

“I’ll head over too,” I added.

I stood from the sofa and went to the parlor.

In the parlor, Runa directed Miyako, Ikumi, Moe, and Yuuko—four maids—efficiently setting up. Runa, a part-timer, was running the show. Fitting, since it’s Youko’s birthday party.

They moved the parlor sofa from the center toward the hallway to the window side, placing a table and tripod chairs in the cleared space. A cake and plates sat on the table, with other dishes waiting on a cart. Youko’s gift, safely delivered, was neatly placed on a side shelf.

I came to help, but with five maids, there was nothing for me to do.

“Akira-sama, it’s almost time. Please change,” Runa said in maid mode.

“Oh, right. I’ll go change,” I replied.

I left the parlor, went through the living room to my bedroom, shed the gown, and got naked. I put on underwear, socks, pants, and a shirt. At the mansion, I usually wear a gown or sweats, but for Youko’s birthday, I chose a casual yet presentable outfit, relaxed enough to keep the mood light.

Back in the parlor, Runa was gone. Moe and Yuuko had left with a cart.

I sat, waiting. Runa returned in casual clothes.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Youko-chan finished work, so she’ll be here soon. Miyako, Ikumi, please handle it,” she said.

“Understood,” they replied.

Out of her maid uniform, Runa was back to normal mode. The maids treated her like a guest.

Miyako insists on being called by her first name, even by Runa and Youko. I can’t resist her, so Runa probably can’t either.

“Onii-chan, Youko-chan’s coming soon. Over here,” Runa said.

“Okay,” I replied.

It felt a bit early, but I didn’t argue with my sister. I stood from the chair, joining her a bit away from the door. The maids stood by the door’s sides.

Runa handed me a small conical object—a party popper. When did she get this?

I thought it was early, but within a minute, a knock came. Before I could respond, Runa signaled the maids with a glance. This is my room, but okay.

Smiling at Runa acting like the host, I watched Miyako and Ikumi open the doors.

“Youko-chan, happy birthday!” Runa said.

“Happy birthday!” I added.

Pop! Pop!

I twisted the popper’s end with Runa, startling Youko as ribbons rained down. Her surprised expression turned into a smile.

“Thank you so much,” she said.

Miyako approached the smiling beauty.

“Youko, happy birthday. This is from all the Oshika mansion maids,” Miyako said, offering a large, colorful bouquet.

“Thank you!” Youko said, accepting it and bowing to Miyako and Ikumi, who looked pleased at her genuine joy.

“We’ll take our leave. Enjoy your childhood friend party,” Miyako said.

Smiling, Miyako and Ikumi cleared the ribbons and left. Since we’re new to the mansion, they likely thought we’d enjoy ourselves more alone.

“Youko-chan, put the flowers here. We’ll move them to a vase in your room later,” Runa said, pointing to a large basket on the table’s edge.

“Okay, thanks,” Youko said, placing the bouquet in it.

While Runa arranged it for aesthetics, I pulled out a chair for Youko.

“Youko, sit,” I said.

“Thanks,” she replied.

She sat, her two-side-up long hair swaying, releasing a refreshing scent. I wanted to keep smelling it but held back to avoid seeming like a creep.

Today’s Youko wore a neat white blouse and a navy knee-length flare skirt—simple casual clothes that looked stunning on her.

After she sat, I sat across from her with Runa. We lit the cake’s candles—one thick central one and seven thinner ones around it. Youko turned 17 today, ahead of me.

“Youko-chan, blow out the candles,” Runa said, dimming the room’s lights with a tablet.

In the candlelight, Youko nodded, took a deep breath, and gently blew out the flames, plunging us into darkness.

Clap, clap, clap.

“Happy birthday,” I said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Youko replied, smiling shyly as Runa turned the lights back on.

“Youko-chan, happy birthday. This is from Onii-chan and me,” Runa said, standing to hand Youko the gift package from the shelf.

Since I gave her the ranunculus this morning, it was Runa’s turn.

“Thanks. Can I open it?” Youko asked.

“Of course,” Runa said.

I watched Youko open the package, hoping she’d like it.

Her face lit up as she opened the box.

“A dress? The fabric looks amazing,” she said.

“Try it on?” Runa suggested.

“Yeah,” Youko agreed.

“Onii-chan, we’ll use the next room,” Runa said.

“Go ahead,” I said.

Runa pulled Youko, holding the gift box, into the living room.

Imagining Youko in the dress, I waited. Soon, she returned, dressed in it.

“…How do I look?” she asked.

“Youko, you’re beautiful,” I said.

The dress, chosen mostly by Runa, was a lovely pale green with a gradient darkening toward the hem. Sleeveless, it came with a short long-sleeve bolero, its flared cuffs adorable.

“…How’s it look?” she asked again.

“Way cuter than I imagined,” I said honestly.

“Hau. Th-thanks,” she said, blushing.

Her expression could steal any guy’s heart if she showed it outside.

“Youko-chan, sit. Let’s eat. Oh, shorten the sleeves first,” Runa said.

The bolero’s sleeves could be tied shorter for eating, to avoid getting in the way.

As Youko sat, Runa arranged dishes from the cart on the table. I poured juice into our glasses. Youko wanted to help, but we insisted she stay seated as the guest of honor.

“Let’s eat. Onii-chan, a toast,” Runa said, sitting and raising her glass.

“Youko, happy 17th birthday,” I said.

“Youko-chan, congrats!” Runa added.

“Thanks,” Youko said.

We clinked glasses for the umpteenth birthday wish, sipped, set them down, and started eating with chopsticks.

White rice, bite-sized meat, salad, ham, and cheese—a mix of Japanese and Western dishes, seemingly random but oddly harmonious.

“Delicious. Did you ask Kanou-san to make this?” Youko asked.

“Yeah. I asked her to make it, including the cake,” Runa answered beside me, as I wondered who Kanou was.

“Of course. The presentation’s fancier, but the taste is her usual,” Youko said, nodding.

“Can I ask?” I said.

They nodded, and I continued.

“Who’s Kanou-san? I don’t think I’ve met her.”

“Oh… right,” Youko said.

“Kanou-san’s the mansion’s cook. She makes all our meals,” Runa explained.

“Oh, got it,” I said, having guessed as much.

“I haven’t met her yet. Should I visit the kitchen to say hi?” I asked.

“Uh…” Runa hesitated.

“Maybe not…” Youko said.

They both faltered.

“Is it bad if I meet her?” I asked.

“Um, not sure,” Runa said.

“Should we tell him?” Youko asked.

“Probably,” Runa agreed.

They nodded to each other. Why can’t I meet Kanou, the cook?

“I think it’s better if you don’t meet her, Onii-chan,” Runa said.

“Does she dislike me?” I asked.

Being disliked by someone I’ve never met would be sad—really sad. It stung just thinking about it.

“No, not dislike. More like… she’s hesitant?” Runa said.

“Hesitant? Without meeting me?” I asked.

“Like… she feels guilty or ashamed,” Runa said.

“Yeah, like she can’t face you,” Youko added.

“Can’t face me? Without knowing me?” I said.

“No idea why,” Runa said.

Fair enough.

“So, don’t force a meeting, Akira,” Youko said.

“Got it. I’ve wanted to thank her for the meals, though,” I said.

“I’ll pass it on,” Runa said.

“Me too,” Youko added.

“Thanks. Changing topics, how many hours do you two work part-time?” I asked.

“Well…” Runa started.

Why does Kanou, the cook, feel she can’t face me? No point dwelling on it. I’ll find out eventually.

I pushed the thought aside and enjoyed Youko’s birthday party.