Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H095 Attention on a Childhood Friend

H095 Attention on a Childhood Friend

Waking up, I saw a beautiful girl sleeping peacefully beside me. Any guy would fall hard for a beauty like her. …But since I didn’t, does that make my thoughts less convincing? If I didn’t have someone I fell for at first sight, I might’ve ended up with Youko.

I gently placed my hand on her breast, peeking through the blanket’s gap. Youko slept, looking content.

I softly kneaded her breast. So soft, so pleasant. A girl’s breasts have that softness you want to touch forever. Youko’s are like that, but even Runa’s modest ones are soft and hard to let go of, and she responds when I pinch her nipples.

Touching Youko’s nipple, it was soft—naturally, not hard while she slept. My cock, though, was rock-hard with morning wood.

“N, nn,” Youko stirred as I savored her breast and nipple.

I froze my hand. She stayed asleep, showing a cute sleeping face.

Not wanting to disturb her peaceful sleep with my desires, I reluctantly let go of her delightful breast. Well, there are plenty of breasts I can touch whenever I want.

Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of bed, naked, and went to the window, slightly opening the curtain. The sun was up, but its east-rising light didn’t reach the bed through the south-facing window.

Basking my erect cock in the sunlight to “recharge,” I closed the curtain, grabbed a bath towel from the closet, and headed to the bathroom. I’d sweat during my run, but I wanted a quick shower first.

After using the bedroom’s attached toilet and showering, I returned, wiping myself with the towel, just as the blanket rustled.

“…Akira?” Youko lifted her head, searching for me.

“Youko, morning. I’m going for a run, so sleep more if you want,” I said.

“…Oh, okay…” she replied.

I sat on the bed, gently stroking her head. She smiled, reassured, and closed her eyes.

Confirming Youko drifted back to sleep (or close enough), I put on workout clothes and left the room.

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On my second day taking a new route to school, I walked with Runa and Youko. At the crossroad where the parks on both sides ended, after passing through the south gate, we turned right and saw Miya-chan approaching on her bike from the north.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning, Miya-chan,” I replied.

Waiting to greet Miya-chan, we four continued to school together.

“Let’s keep doing this—walk together like this,” I said.

“Like this… you mean wait at the crossroad if we see each other?” Miya-chan asked.

“Yeah. No need to wait long, like I said yesterday. Just if our timing matches,” I said.

“Got it,” she replied.

Entering the shopping district, we walked single-file toward the academy. It’s fine to run side-by-side earlier, but traffic picks up here.

Parting with Runa and Miya-chan midway, I headed to class with Youko, as usual.

“Akira~,” Youko said, linking her arm with mine.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Seeing you get along with that girl made me want to be close,” she said.

“Jealous?” I asked.

“Not jealous… well, maybe? My chest feels all fuzzy,” she said.

“Then, want to handle my bath tonight?” I asked.

Baths always have at least two maids, and on non-rest days, we have sex.

“Hmm, I’m fine either way… I’d love to fuck, but it’s not just about that,” she said.

I don’t get it. Well, I kind of do. Or maybe, as a guy, I can’t fully understand a girl’s feelings. But I know how it feels when someone you care about prioritizes another. When Runa was born, Mom and Dad naturally focused on her more than me.

“Youko, Runa, Miya-chan, and all the other girls are important to me, but you and Runa are the most important,” I said.

“Really?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said.

Right now, I’ve spent less time with the clan women. The years with Runa and Youko can’t be matched yet. If kids come, priorities might shift faster, but not yet.

“So, you really care about me,” Youko said.

“Duh. You’re my precious childhood friend,” I said.

“You could say ‘girlfriend,’ you know?” she teased.

“Ah, yeah, sorry,” I said.

“No, I’m sorry. I know how you feel,” she said.

“Guess we’re even then,” I said.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

Even so, I feel a bit bad for Youko and Runa. They see me as a man, but I only see them as my childhood friend and sister. It’s not a substitute, but I’ll keep giving them my body when they ask.

Today’s PE class was high jump. Boys and girls in tank tops and spandex ran and leaped over the bar. Some wore tracksuits. I wore one outside but took it off after warm-ups got me hot. Others did the same.

“Are you and Seki dating?” Usui-kun whispered while I waited my turn after jumping.

“Huh? No,” I said.

“Dating” here means as lovers, right? That’s not the case, so I denied it. We have a physical relationship, though.

“But this morning, you two were arm-in-arm, right?” he said.

Usui-kun wasn’t there when we arrived, so someone must’ve told him. I noticed a few classmates nearby seemed to be eavesdropping.

“Youko and I have been together since we were kids. Stuff like that happens sometimes,” I said.

Even in high school, Youko sought physical closeness. She’s always been like that, so I didn’t think much of it, but it’s because she likes me. I was too dense to notice.

Just then, Youko started her run-up. Her long ponytail swayed, her antelope-like legs kicked off, and her toned body in tight gym clothes moved dynamically. Her graceful breasts bounced as she soared, her body arching like a bow. Clearing the bar in a backflip, she landed on the mat, her long legs following.

Man, she’s cool. I can only do scissors or straddle jumps. My backflip attempts lower my record. But done right, backflips look the coolest.

Youko got off the mat, glanced at me, and smiled. I gave her a thumbs-up with my right hand.

“You two are so in sync,” Usui-kun said, watching us.

“Thirteen years together. We know each other’s rhythms,” I said.

“But Seki likes you, right?” he said.

Huh? How’d he know? …Oh, Youko said she followed me here during her introduction.

“Yeah, seems so. But to me, she’s just a childhood friend. Maybe that’ll change someday,” I said.

“If a beauty like her came onto me, I’d say yes instantly,” he said.

“To each their own,” I said.

Well, I couldn’t resist her, so we’ve fucked. Usui-kun’s probably similar, banging his friends-with-benefits on campus.

“So, uh, can I confess to her?” Asakura-kun, a classmate, leaned in eagerly.

He doesn’t need my permission. Before I could reply, Usui-kun smirked.

“No way. Seki only has eyes for Oshika,” he said.

Usui-kun started this, but he’s not interested in Youko himself. As he said, she’d probably reject him.

“But if they’re not dating, I’ve got a shot, right?” Asakura-kun said.

“If you think so, go confess and get rejected. The result’s obvious,” Usui-kun said.

“That’s harsh…” Asakura-kun’s eyes wandered, landing on Youko.

Her tight gym clothes showed off her stunning figure, just like the other girls’.

Hmm? Are there so many attractive students at Meshi Academy because tank tops and spandex reveal every curve, even outside of swimming? Knowing they’re seen probably makes them mindful of their figures.

The girls in our fifth-year A and B classes all have great bodies. Some are curvier, but none look fat despite their fullness.

No guys are fat either. Some are so lean I’d tell them to bulk up, but even they look healthily slim.

Maybe being seen by the opposite sex makes everyone more attractive.

I don’t know if Asakura-kun confessed to Youko later. She didn’t mention anything, and his behavior stayed the same, so he probably gave up. Or maybe he’s waiting for the right moment.