Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H100 Meneko House: Runa’s Friend

H100 Meneko House: Runa’s Friend

Tonight’s branch family visit is to the Meneko house. As usual, I arrive in time for dinner.

“Welcome, Akira-san. Please come in,” Ikuyo-chan greets me at the entrance.

This is our second meeting, I think. I remember her chatting happily with Runa on the bus during a rainy day.

Dressed in red trousers and a white blouse, Ikuyo-chan looks like a shrine maiden at first glance, more mature than in her uniform. Not cute—cool.

“Hello. Thanks for having me. Looking forward to tonight,” I say.

“Likewise. Come on in,” she replies with a smile, her tone softening as she takes my hand after I remove my shoes. That gesture is cute.

Ikuyo-chan leads me down a wooden corridor. Like the Mihyou house, the Meneko house has a traditional Japanese style. From outside, the roof looked high, but it seems like a single-story building. Maybe there’s an attic room.

After a short walk, Ikuyo-chan slides open a shoji screen.

“Akira-san is here,” she announces.

“Hello. Thanks for having me tonight,” I say.

The room she leads me to is, surprisingly, Western-style—or so I thought. On closer inspection, it’s tatami with a carpet laid over it, furnished with a sofa and low table. A mantelpiece, used as a decorative shelf rather than a fireplace, lines the wall.

An older couple sits on individual sofas. The woman is Sakumi-san, the Oshika Shrine priestess who slept with me at Hikaru’s 50-day memorial. She’s not in her priestess robes today but a long black skirt and white blouse, the striking black-and-white contrast highlighting her beauty.

The man is new to me. He looks around Sakumi-san’s age, so probably her husband, Toshiki-san. His gray slacks and light blue polo shirt suit him well.

Both stand and bow deeply.

“It’s been a while. Please make yourself at home tonight,” Sakumi-san says.

“First meeting. I’m Meneko Toshiki. Welcome,” Toshiki-san adds.

“Likewise, thank you,” I reply.

They gesture to a sofa, and I sit.

“Here you go,” Ikuyo-chan says, returning with a tray and placing a glass in front of me. She’d slipped out unnoticed.

“Thanks,” I say.

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, setting her own glass down and sitting beside me.

“Make sure to do a thorough job breeding tonight,” she says, leaning close, stroking my thigh seductively.

Whoa, in front of her grandparents? Sakumi-san and I did it during a ritual, and Toshiki-san must know, but still… How do I respond?

“Uh, I’ll do my best. By the way, are you close with Runa?” I say, forcibly changing the topic.

“Runa? Yeah, we’re tight. She’s your sister, right? So, we’re like twin sisters!” Ikuyo-chan says.

“Well, kinda?” I reply.

Not really. Ikuyo-chan’s father is Hikaru, so she’s my sister. Runa’s my sister too. But Runa and Ikuyo-chan have different parents, so they’re not blood-related. Still, both being my sisters and the same age, calling them twins isn’t wrong… I’ll let it slide.

Ikuyo-chan says she and Runa aren’t in the same class, so they don’t interact much at school, but they bonded during the first week when Runa took the bus. Runa’s also close with Seika-chan from the Mihyou family and others across grades. Despite no blood ties to the clan, Runa’s been accepted by the girls, which is great.

Youko, too, made connections through the bus, mingling with upperclassmen in the middle division—high schoolers, basically.

I thought I was keeping tabs on Runa and Youko, but I didn’t know about their ties with the clan’s girls, only their maid work at the mansion. Especially with Runa, living apart from our parents, I’m practically her guardian now. I need to pay closer attention.

Uh… by the way… While we’re talking about Runa and Youko, Ikuyo-chan’s hand, still stroking my thigh, creeps toward my crotch and starts fondling me. You don’t just grab a guy’s junk like that, you know? Your grandparents are watching! In the clan, it’s no big deal, I guess.

Thanks to her, my cock’s fully awake and ready to go.

After some small talk, a woman enters. The only Meneko women not here are the current head, Ayumi-san, and her sister, Asami-san. I know Ayumi-san, so this must be Asami-san.

“First meeting. I’m Meneko Asami. Welcome, Akira-san. Dinner’s ready, so let me show you the way,” she says.

“First meeting. I’m Oshika Akira. Thanks for having me,” I reply.

I stand to greet her and follow her out, joined by Ikuyo-chan, Sakumi-san, and Toshiki-san.

We walk down a long corridor to a tatami room, unlike the earlier living room. A large Japanese-style table sits in the center, surrounded by floor chairs for everyone.

Two men are setting out rice and miso soup. Probably Ayumi-san’s husband, Akito-san, and Asami-san’s husband, Toshiharu-san. I can’t tell who’s who.

“Please, have a seat,” one of the men says.

Ikuyo-chan pulls me to a floor chair, sitting beside me as expected.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Akira-san,” Ayumi-san says, entering with a huge plate of katsu, matching the three already on the table. She sets it down and sits diagonally to my right, next to the man who was serving rice—Akito-san, then.

Diagonally to my left are Asami-san and the man with the miso soup—Toshiharu-san. Across from me are Sakumi-san and Toshiki-san.

We exchange introductions with the new faces and dig in.

Dinner’s delicious. Probably prepared by Ayumi-san, Asami-san, and their husbands. Clan members don’t seem to care much about gender roles in housework. The women hold the real power, though. Toshiharu-san’s smiling but looks exhausted.

Asami-san and Toshiharu-san don’t have kids yet, so he’s probably getting drained by her. Akito-san doesn’t have kids either, but since Ayumi-san bore Ikuyo-chan, he’s likely less worn out—not as bad as Toshiharu-san, anyway.

Toshiki-san seems calm. Both Ayumi-san and Asami-san are his daughters, a rare case in the clan where siblings share the same father. Or maybe not—Tamami-san and Tamayo-chan from the Meshi family both have Yoichi-san as their father.

Either way, I’ve got to step up tonight, especially for Asami-san. Toshiharu-san looks like he’ll collapse if she doesn’t get pregnant soon.

“Akira-san, I can’t wait to fuck,” Ikuyo-chan says, pressing against me as we sip post-dinner tea, resuming her crotch fondling.

She’s probably a virgin, but doing this in front of her family, especially the men, is bold. Still, they all know what’s coming, so I can’t refuse. Toshiki-san’s fine, but Akito-san and Toshiharu-san are probably counting on me.

“Uh, where should we do it?” I ask, hinting we move elsewhere.

“Here’s fine, right?” she says.

“It’ll get in the way of cleanup,” I reply, avoiding “Your dads are watching” since they’d probably say, “That’s fine.”

“It’s okay,” Ikuyo-chan says, unfazed, undoing my pants’ hook and zipper. No, no, your family’s right there!

“Ikuyo, take Akira-san to the next room,” Ayumi-san says, throwing me a lifeline. Did she anticipate this? Having a room ready is impressive foresight.

“Got it. Let’s go, Akira-san,” Ikuyo-chan says, nodding obediently to her mother and standing.

She pulls me up, and I bow to the adults as we head to the next room, embarrassed by my half-open pants exposing my underwear.

Sliding open the fusuma, we enter another tatami room with a single futon set in the center. Ikuyo-chan releases my hand to turn on the light. I turn back, bow to the adults, and close the fusuma.

“Akira-san, take off your pants,” she says.

“You’re forward,” I reply.

“I’ve been looking forward to this forever,” she says.

She could’ve visited the Oshika mansion, like some girls at school did. I don’t say it, though, and obediently lower my zipper fully.

“You were that excited?” I ask.

“Yeah! Um… this is a secret, okay?” she whispers, leaning close to my ear.

“Sure, I won’t tell,” I say.

“There were only Uncle Ottoya and Uncle Nozomu for Oshika men, right? I wanted my first to be someone closer to my age. Ottoya-san and Nozomu-san are cool, but they’re, like, uncles,” she says.

I think Ottoya-san has a son, but since he’s married into a branch family, he’s not counted as an Oshika main house male. If I weren’t here, Ikuyo-chan would’ve had to sleep with Ottoya-san, Nozomu-san, or both. Even with me here, that might still happen.

“Then I’ll make sure you feel good tonight,” I say.

“Please do! First, let me have that cock,” she says, yanking down my pants and underwear in one go, gripping my massive erection with sparkling eyes.