Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H098 Trouble on Campus

H098 Trouble on Campus

On rest days, the maids don’t actively approach me, but their thin, translucent robes during bath time definitely stir my desires.

This morning, just washing off my running sweat, Torasasa Kimiko-san and Roushi Yuu-san, in see-through wet clothes, cleaned my body thoroughly. Yuu-san has a young child, doesn’t she? Is it okay for her to be working as a maid in the morning? It’s not every day, and with a big family, the kid’s probably not neglected.

Still, some branch families have few members. That means I need to step up… but first, I wish their husbands would too. Thinking back, the men in the branch families I’ve visited seem to be trying, though.

“Oh, right, Oshika-kun, you’re the head of the Merou Group?” Shibumi-san said out of the blue during lunch at the first cafeteria.

It’s a rest day, but that doesn’t affect school life.

Where’d she hear that? I’m not hiding it, but still.

“Yeah, that’s right. But it’s just a title—I don’t do any actual work,” I said.

Until recently, I was just a high schooler outside the Oshika clan. Even now, as a high school equivalent, there’s no real work they’d entrust to me.

Still, my name’s listed as honorary chairman or something at Oshika Holdings, which oversees the Merou Group. That’s true.

“What? Seriously?” Usui-kun, eating with us, sounded surprised.

Ama-san and Kara-san, also at the table, had the same expression. Yeah, I get it. Two months ago—or even now—I’d feel the same.

“Uh…” I paused, thinking.

Everyone knows this academy’s part of the Merou Group. Do they know the previous head, Hikaru, passed away? His funeral had notable attendees, so it’s not a secret.

“The previous Oshika head died, and I was the only male left, so I inherited. It’s really just a name—others handle the work. I don’t even know what they do,” I said honestly.

“So, you’re like the boss of this academy?” Kara-san asked.

“Boss” is a bit much…

“Nah, it’s just a title. I’ve got no real power,” I said.

I think I’m listed as an honorary trustee of Meshi Academy too, but I’ve never been called for anything. Purely decorative.

“Did you transfer here because of that?” Ama-san asked.

“Pretty much,” I said.

Even if I hadn’t become the Oshika head, as Hikaru’s son, I might’ve been brought into the clan since male heirs are scarce. If my brother, meant to inherit, was still alive, I wouldn’t have been found. So, yeah, I enrolled at Meshi Academy because I became head.

“Youko doesn’t seem surprised. Did you know?” Ama-san asked Youko.

“Yeah, kinda. We were neighbors before, so I heard when Akira came here,” Youko said.

“And you followed him right after,” Usui-kun nodded.

“But, like, is it okay for us to talk to Oshika-kun so casually? He’s higher up than the principal, right?” Kara-san said.

The other three looked at me. Youko kept eating at her own pace.

“I’m just a student, your classmate. It’d be weird if you suddenly got all formal,” I said.

“Oshika-kun would say that,” Shibumi-san nodded, looking slightly relieved. Maybe my imagination.

After afternoon classes, I finished homework in my room and wandered the campus, as usual. On rest days, I could head back to the mansion, but habits die hard.

Then…

“…right? …do it,” a voice said.

“No, …I won’t,” another replied.

Voices came from behind the school building. I couldn’t make out the words, but it was a guy and a girl. Another secret hookup like Usui-kun’s?

I crept closer to the wall’s corner, keeping my steps silent to avoid notice.

“…not satisfied. Future congressman here. I’m offering to date you—no complaints, right?” the guy said.

“No, I’m not ready… to date a guy…” the girl replied.

As their voices clarified, the mood wasn’t sweet but tense. Trouble was brewing.

I hid behind the wall, watching.

“Say yes already. Or what happens to your dad’s company?” the guy threatened.

“My dad’s got nothing to do with this!” the girl protested.

“Just date me,” he pressed.

“But I’m not ready to date anyone…” she said.

“I’m not saying date. Be my fuckbuddy,” he clarified.

“No way!” she snapped.

“Don’t piss me off,” he growled.

I stepped out from behind the wall.

“Kyaa!” the girl yelped.

“Quiet!” the guy snapped.

“Hold it!” I shouted.

I saw a guy facing three girls. He was gripping one girl’s wrist, his back to me. The other two stood on her other side, blocking her escape.

In four steps, I reached his side and grabbed his arm.

“Huh?” He turned, glaring.

My heart pounded faster than when Reiran-san first approached me.

His badge showed he was a sixth-year in the high division, one year above me. No backing down, though.

“Don’t force a girl who’s not into it. It’s ungentlemanly,” I said, steadying my voice despite my nerves. I wasn’t calm at all.

“Who’re you to butt in?” he snapped.

“Not a stranger. I can’t stay quiet when someone messes with someone important to me,” I said.

All four were strangers, names unknown, but every student here matters to me. This is a Merou Group academy, after all.

“What? Her boyfriend? Stay out of it!” he said, releasing her wrist, shaking off my hand, and raising his fist.

“I’ll sue for assault if you hit me!” I blurted out.

He was about ten centimeters taller, muscular. I couldn’t match his strength. Getting hit would suck.

My heart raced, but I locked eyes with him, forcing strength into my gaze. I wanted to run, but no way now.

“You think you can cross me and walk away?” he threatened.

“Dunno. Don’t know you,” I said.

“My dad’s a sitting congressman. One word, and your parents are done,” he boasted.

“A decent congressman wouldn’t use power over kids’ fights. If he does, he’s crooked. He’ll lose the next election,” I shot back.

“What?!” He raised his fist again.

“A politician’s son solving things with fists? No idea about your dad, but you’re no politician,” I said.

I didn’t know if he wanted to be one, but he’d said “future congressman,” so I threw it out there. After, I worried it might provoke him, but he lowered his fist slowly, listening.

“You’re a fifth-year, huh? Name?” he demanded.

“…Oshika Akira,” I said.

I considered saying Ichimura to avoid trouble for Runa, but went with my current name.

“…Hmph. Remember this,” he said, turning and walking away.

The two girls hurried after him. Phew, my heart’s still pounding.

“Um, thank you so much,” a voice said.

I nearly jumped, turning to see the girl bowing. Good, she didn’t see me flinch.

“No worries. You okay?” I asked.

“Y-Yes,” she said, raising her head with a slightly awkward smile.

Wow, a beauty. Glossy black ponytail, petite frame, decent chest, as pretty as Youko. Her badge showed fourth-year middle division, one year below me. No wonder she was targeted.

“You okay alone? I can walk you home if you’re worried,” I offered.

“No, I’m taking the bus to the station, so I’m fine,” she said.

Besides the clan’s bus to Oshika grounds, Meshi Academy runs a shuttle to the nearest station, which is too far to walk. She must commute by train.

“Then I’ll walk you to the bus stop. You might get hassled again,” I said, checking the time on my phone.

“If we go now, the bus leaves in about ten minutes, right?” I asked.

“Yes, I think so,” she said.

“Let’s go,” I said.

“Okay,” she agreed.

I led the way, and she followed quietly.

“Um, are you okay? Inogaya-senpai seems to have it out for you…” she said.

Inogaya? Her dad must be Congressman Inogaya Gonzou. Old-fashioned name, stuck in my head.

“I’m fine. He said that stuff, but a proper politician wouldn’t meddle in kids’ fights or pressure their parents,” I said, trying to sound relaxed.

My heart was finally calming down.

“Not that… I mean trouble at school…” she said.

Oh, that kind.

“It’s cool. He won’t do anything,” I said.

If he tries, the teachers won’t stay quiet. I’m the Oshika head, after all. I don’t want to use the Oshika name for petty student squabbles, but I’ve got the ultimate weapon, not Inogaya-senpai.

“But…” she hesitated.

“Don’t worry. Oh, the bus is here,” I said.

The bus stop wasn’t far. We arrived with time to spare, both the station and Oshika buses parked.

“I’m okay from here. Thank you so much,” she said.

“Sure? Alright, take care,” I said.

“Yes. Thank you,” she said, bowing repeatedly before jogging to the bus.

I waved as she bowed again at the bus door, confirmed she boarded, and headed to the bike racks.

I realized I didn’t get her name only after reaching the bike racks.