I Came to a World Where the Concept of Chastity is Reversed, so I Tried to Change my Job to a Playboy, but the Interference is Intense. Please Help me. - Chapter 184: Party Game with Classmates ♡①

Chapter 184: Party Game with Classmates ♡①

We moved from the spot to the nearest hotel operated by the Men’s Protection Agency.

After checking in and entering the room, we wondered what to do first. It was decided we should cleanse ourselves, so Sanbi, Alice, and Kyoka took a bath first, followed by me, Sakura, and Pyura.

Initially, we planned to all bathe together, but Sakura shot that down with a “No way, you’ll get too excited!” So, we split into groups of three and took turns.

Once everyone had bathed and was refreshed, we sat in a circle on the bed—

“Ready, set—!”

““““King Gaaaame!!! Yeeaaah!!!””””

Boom-boom, clap-clap!

As usual, I have no idea where they prepared these, but everyone was holding various instruments like tambourines and maracas.

“Alright, everyone, draw your sticks!”

Sakura held out the King Game sticks, and each of us drew one, hoping to become the king.

I drew my stick and checked—number 3.

“““Who’s the king?!”””

“Here! It’s me!”

Sanbi seems to have drawn the king.

“Alright then… Hmm… The king gets to freely touch number 3’s body!”

“I’m number 3.”

“Very well, Yuki-sama, I’m going to touch you, okay?”

“Sure.”

I spread my arms wide, inviting her to do as she pleased. Sanbi—

“Haa, haa, haa! I-I’m g-gonna touch you!?”

She’s so excited she’s stuttering…

Being that excited is honestly kinda scary.

“Uh, sure.”

As I respond, she inches closer—

“Eii!”

And hugs me.

“Haa, haa, s-so firm… You’re so strong… I can tell even through your clothes!”

We’ve hugged as a school greeting before, but those were light, so I didn’t notice. So this is what Sanbi smells like.

Not a bad scent.

“The order was to touch, but is just hugging enough?”

“Ah! You’re right!”

With that, Sanbi lifts my jacket, then my undershirt, and starts rubbing my abs.

“Uhe, uhehe, th-this is amazing, Yuki-sama’s muscles!”

“That’s enough!”

Sakura signals the end and pulls Sanbi off me, restraining her in a bear hug.

“Aaah! Yuki-sama’s muscles…!”

“You were one step away from getting too excited, so that’s a no-go! Next, next!”

Sakura releases a reluctant Sanbi, looking exasperated.

“Next round!”

Since Sakura was restraining Sanbi, Pyura takes the sticks this time. Everyone draws again.

My number this time… number 1.

“““Who’s the king?!”””

“It’s me.”

The king is—Kyoka.

“Then, number 1 will strip down to just a single towel. I’ll assist with the changing.”

Me again…

“Uh, I’m number 1.”

“Very well, Goshujin-sama, let’s get you changed. To avoid others seeing, please step off the bed and stand with your back to everyone.”

She gives detailed instructions, so I follow, stepping off the bed and standing with my back to the group.

“Here we go.”

Kyoka starts undressing me from the top, carefully folding each piece of clothing as she removes it.

While undressing, she presses herself as close to me as possible, and when folding, she brings her face close, seemingly sniffing the clothes.

I don’t mind undressing, but having my clothes sniffed is a bit embarrassing.

My body’s clean from the bath, but the clothes I wore today might have some sweat on them.

Finally, she reaches for my pants, pulling them down—

Leaving me in just my underwear.

Kyoka stares intently, her hand reaching for my underwear—when!

“That’s enough!”

Sakura, who had somehow circled behind Kyoka, restrains her in a bear hug.

“…I’m not done yet.”

“Any further, and Yuki-kun’s space shuttle will be visible, and you’ll go into excitement mode, so no way!”

“…Understood. I’ll back off for now.”

“Hehe, good girl!”

Sakura releases Kyoka, who returns to her spot.

“Alright, Yuki-kun, time to finish stripping!”

“Wait, I’m still stripping?”

“It’s the king’s order to get you down to just a towel! Don’t worry, it’s not a tiny towel—it’s a bath towel!”

Big or small, stripping is stripping, so it doesn’t really matter.

With that, Sakura pulls off my underwear, staring at my “space shuttle”—

“As expected, it’s not reacting to this level, huh?”

“Of course not.”

“Hehe, I’m curious how long you can hold out!”

With a mischievous look, Sakura wraps a bath towel around my waist and returns to her seat.

I’m the only one getting ordered around, so I’d like someone else to get something too.

Ideally, I’d give the orders… but what’s the safe limit?

If I go too far, even Sakura might get mad.

I’ll aim for the edge of the line, something that feels good and refreshing!