Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H099 The Resolution of the Trouble

H099 The Resolution of the Trouble

I woke up, went for a run, and got washed by naked maids. My usual morning routine. Yesterday was a rest day, and I didn’t even masturbate, so it’s tough to resist when beautiful maids scrub me with their bodies. But if I started fucking in the morning, I’d be late for school, so I grit my teeth and hold back.

Early on, the maids would proposition me in the morning, but since I kept refusing, they don’t ask directly anymore. Still, they tease me with their alluring bodies, making it hard to keep my cock in check.

How long can I resist a morning round?

I managed to suppress my urges, finished my bath, and was changing into my uniform when Yuuko-san, a maid, entered.

“Akira-sama, sorry to bother you during your busy morning. A guest insists on meeting you. Will you see them?” she asked.

“A guest? For me? Not Reiran-san?” I replied.

Only clan members would visit me, but they wouldn’t trouble the Oshika mansion maids. Yet Yuuko-san looked troubled, her smile not fully hiding it.

That means an outsider. I can’t imagine who’d come for me.

“It’s Senator Inogaya Gonzou-sama and his son. Reiran-sama is handling them, but they refuse to leave the entrance until they apologize to you,” she said.

What? Annoying guests. Inogaya Gonzou—that name came up yesterday. His son must be that harassing senior. I forgot his name… or rather, I never got it.

Did he come to complain because I interrupted his “flirting”? No, Yuuko-san said “apologize,” so probably not.

“Got it. I’ll head out once I’m ready,” I said.

From Yuuko-san’s words, they’d likely camp out until I showed up. No choice. But what’s he apologizing for?

I quickly finished dressing, slipped on sandals at the entrance, and stepped outside through the door Yuuko-san opened. Directly ahead, beyond the porch, stood yesterday’s senior and a man—probably his father (I remembered the name, not the face). Reiran-san’s back was visible at the porch’s edge.

The man saw me and—

“I’m deeply sorry!” he said, dropping into a dramatic bow, forehead to the ground.

Huh? Wait, a bow right off the bat?

The senior stood frozen, eyes wide at his father’s antics. Then—

“Apologize!” his father barked, yanking his arm, forcing him to his knees, and pressing his head to the ground.

Whoa. I didn’t do anything to deserve this.

Reiran-san turned, closed her eyes, and shook her head slightly. Yeah, this is overwhelming.

She’s probably already tried reasoning with them. I could see faint exhaustion in her, something I’d never noticed before.

Looks like I have to handle this. Can I, though?

“Uh, please get up. No need for that,” I said.

“No, I heard my foolish son troubled you yesterday. Worse, he disrespected the Oshika head without knowing. I’m truly sorry,” the man said.

Ugh, what do I do? This is getting messy, so I’ll say my piece and send them off. Yesterday, my heart was racing, but with Reiran-san here, I feel bolder.

“Look, you’re apologizing to the wrong person. Your son was intimidating a younger girl, and I just stepped in. He should apologize to her. But don’t go rushing to her—she’s already scared, and seeing him would only frighten her more.

“And, Inogaya-san, you’re a politician, right? You need to know who to apologize to. Apologizing to me, someone uninvolved, instead of the person he wronged—what’s the point? In politics, that’d just piss off the actual victim. It makes things worse, not better.

“Plus, it’s not a big deal yet, so why’s an adult getting involved in a kids’ fight? Stay out of it unless it’s too much for us to handle. Kids may be less mature, but we have our own social world. Let us deal with it until it’s about to break, then step in before it does. Your intervention here is way too early,” I said.

I blurted out everything, unfiltered, barely coherent by the end. I stopped before I lost track of my own words.

“Y-Yes, I’m… terribly sorry…” he stammered.

“If you get it, that’s enough. I’m busy, so I’ll leave it here. No more pointless apologies, please,” I said.

“This time, I’m truly, deeply sorry,” he repeated.

I’m telling you, apologizing to me doesn’t fix anything. But I had nothing more to say—repeating myself wouldn’t help.

“Reiran-san, sorry, but can you handle the rest?” I asked.

“Of course,” she replied.

Maybe it’s irresponsible, but I left the annoying guests to Reiran-san and went back inside.

“Sorry for the trouble,” I said to Yuuko-san.

“No, it’s not your fault,” she replied.

At the dining room, Runa and Youko were waiting.

“Morning,” I said.

“Morning. Something up?” Youko asked.

“Morning. I’ll explain while we eat. Reiran-san’s not here yet, so let’s start,” I said.

“Is that okay?” Runa asked.

“It’s fine,” I assured.

I told them about yesterday after school, eating slowly. As I got to this morning’s events, Reiran-san entered.

“Sorry, we started without you,” I said.

“No problem. Time’s tight,” she said, smiling and taking her seat.

“There was something like that? I thought Meshi Academy’s students, being upper-class, wouldn’t have people like that,” Youko said thoughtfully after I explained the porch incident.

“Every school’s a microcosm of society. Naturally, a few like that show up,” Reiran-san said flatly.

“Sorry for leaving them to you earlier,” I apologized for dumping the Inogayas on her.

“It’s fine. You did what you needed to, so I’m happy to handle the aftermath. However…” she paused.

“However?” I looked at her, swallowing hard.

“Your response back there was about a 20 out of 100,” she said.

“20? Harsh,” I replied.

I just spewed what I felt, so it’s fair—maybe even generous. Honestly, not harsh at all.

“We haven’t trained you as the group’s leader. But we need you to shine in other areas,” she said, her eyes glinting seductively for a moment.

Hau. That look alone gets me hard. “Beautiful witch” was made for Reiran-san.

“I’ll do my best,” I said.

“I’m counting on it,” she replied, now with a pure, non-sensual smile.

I’ll keep pushing to meet those expectations.

It’s Friday. I’m visiting the Meneko house tonight, so after finishing homework, I skipped my campus walk and headed straight to the bike racks.

“Um, Oshika-senpai!” a voice called.

Turning, I saw yesterday’s beautiful girl.

“Hey, good work today. What’s up? Uh…” I tried to call her name but remembered I didn’t know it.

“I’m Akane. Yubari Akane,” she said.

“Akane-chan, got it. I didn’t introduce myself either, did I? Oshika Akira,” I said.

“I know,” she replied.

Right, I gave my name to Inogaya-senpai yesterday.

“What’s up? Need something?” I asked.

Maybe Inogaya tried to apologize, and she’s here about that?

“Thank you for yesterday. I wanted to thank you properly,” she said.

From her demeanor, she hasn’t seen Inogaya today. Maybe my warning at the mansion made him back off.

“No big deal. Your thanks yesterday were enough,” I said.

Sure, facing Inogaya made my heart race, but still.

“No, I was really in trouble. Um, to thank you properly, are you free tomorrow, Saturday?” she asked.

“Tomorrow?” I said.

“Is that no good?” Her face fell when I didn’t answer right away.

Tonight, I’m staying at the Meneko house, and tomorrow I’m visiting the Metaka house, as usual for Saturdays. I’m free from late morning to evening.

But I didn’t do anything worth that much gratitude.

“It’s not no good, but your words yesterday were plenty,” I said.

“No, that’s not enough for me. If you’re free, let me treat you to a meal,” she insisted.

“Hmm, but letting a junior treat me feels uncool,” I said.

“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s my thanks,” she said.

Ugh, when she puts it like that, refusing feels wrong.

“Alright, I’ll take you up on it,” I said.

“Yes, please do!” she beamed.

I got roped into dining with Akane-chan tomorrow during my free time. We set a meeting place and time, exchanged IDs, and parted.

…Now that I think about it, this is my first date with a girl other than Runa and Youko, right? It’s a bit nerve-wracking, but I’ll treat it as just gratitude and keep it chill.