I Got Dumped by My Childhood Friend Fiancée Who I Didn’t Even Like, I Thought I Could Finally Have a Peaceful School Life… But Then I Got Targeted by SS-Class Beautiful Young Ladies

Chapter 12: [I Have No Choice But to Obey] The Conglomerate Heiresses’ “Orders” Can’t Be Defied

After school.

I grudgingly finished up the student council busywork they dumped on me, and the second it was done, I rushed up the stairs.

Obviously heading straight to that spot where the three conglomerate heiresses hang out.

“Haa… haa… Why the hell is this clubroom all the way on the top floor of the building…”

I thought the same thing yesterday, but saying it again just makes me even more pissed.

Out of the seven floors in this school building, the Polishing Research Society’s clubroom sits right on the very top one.

I avoided the elevator like usual ’cause it always feels kinda off, but man, right now I seriously regret that. Who knew climbing seven floors would make the stairs feel this endless…

They probably picked the top floor just ’cause they’re top-tier heiresses and their pride demanded it… Ugh, everything’s ticking me off now.

While my brain ran wild with random guesses and I muttered curses under my breath, I tried to steady my ragged breathing.

I almost stopped a couple times on the way, but in the end stubbornness and sheer momentum carried me all the way up.

And—seventh floor.

“…! Haa…! Finally… made it…”

The moment I stepped over that last stair, my lungs felt like they were on fire.

I’m pretty confident in my stamina, but even so, I could barely stand there with one hand braced against the wall. How the heck did those three manage to drag me all the way up here before…?

While I was thinking that kinda stuff, I lifted my head—and my whole field of vision filled up with decorations and paintings everywhere. Every single one of them obviously stupidly expensive.

The whole school building’s already fancy, but this floor especially screams “gorgeous and over-the-top luxury.”

“Haha. This doesn’t even feel like school anymore… more like the lobby of some high-class hotel.”

I thought I’d gotten used to it by now, but nope—it still blew past what I expected. A dry laugh just slipped out.

I walked a little farther down that ridiculously luxurious hallway until I saw the familiar heavy double wooden doors.

The aged plate acting as their name card had super elegant handwriting that read ‘Polishing Research Society.’

“…Yeah, maybe I should just turn back.”

Oops. My real thoughts slipped out loud.

But nah, after all that struggle just to get here, turning around now would feel way too frustrating. More than anything, I already decided I was gonna give them an earful no matter what. I don’t care anymore that the targets of my anger are heiresses from the four biggest conglomerates that basically run Japan’s economy.

I gave a small tongue click, then lightly knocked on the door.

No answer came from inside.

“They’re still not here…? Even though they called me?”

If it was right after homeroom ended, sure, maybe. But I came here after doing student council stuff. Quite a bit of time’s passed since after-school hours started.

Maybe all three of them actually have zero motivation? That’d actually make me pretty happy.

I knocked again just to be sure, but same result.

I seriously considered bailing for real, but knowing how scary the aftermath could be, I decided to try the doorknob anyway, figuring what the hell.

Honestly, I didn’t expect it to actually open… but.

—Click.

“…It opens, huh.”

Dude, that’s way too careless. This is supposed to be a room with three conglomerate heiresses in it, right? Uh, this is the right room, yeah?

Still shocked at how sloppy their security was, I double-checked the plate. Yup, same fancy handwriting: Polishing Research Society.

“Ah whatever. If I can just wait inside, that’s actually way more convenient for me.”

I gave a quick glance around, then quietly pushed the door open.

“…Excuse me~”

I tossed out the greeting even though no one was supposed to hear it and stepped inside without a care.

But right then—from a space that was supposed to be empty—I heard a startled reply—

“Kyaa!? Yoichi-kun!?”

“Shiramine-san!?”

The owner of that voice was the Shiramine family’s heiress—Azusa Shiramine.

I was already surprised she was there when I thought the place was empty, but what really threw me was… how she looked right now.

“Wh-What are you doing!? Shiramine-san!?”

Right in the middle of the room sat a scale.

And standing on it—Azusa was in nothing but pure-white underwear.

And unlike yesterday with Minase-senpai, this time her whole body was crystal clear in my view.

Her overly developed, full breasts looked ready to spill out of the floral-patterned bra.

Then those soft-looking, thick thighs stretching down from the little-ribbon panties.

On Azusa’s slender frame, those parts were so mismatched that my eyes almost got glued to them—but nah, that’s bad. I don’t know why, but it’s definitely bad.

On pure reflex I jerked my gaze up to the ceiling. At first Azusa panicked, but then she suddenly let out this teasing laugh.

“Ahaha! Moo~ Yoichi-kun, you’re so pervy~”
“If you’re here then say something when I knocked!! A-And… I didn’t see anything…!”

Even though I actually took in every single detail perfectly, no way was I admitting that. If I did, I’d be socially dead for sure!

“Hmm~?”

Azusa let out this loaded little hum at my desperate denial.

Then—she took one step closer. Another step. The soft tap of her shoes on the floor made it super clear.

Since I was only looking at the ceiling I couldn’t see exactly, but she was probably right in front of me now. A busty heiress standing there in just her underwear.

I stayed rigid, refusing to look down, when I heard her take a small breath.

“Hey, Yoichi-kun?”

“Y-Yes… Please put some clothes on…”

“…Look over here?”

“…………Huh!?”

My weird, startled shout echoed through the room.

Look over here… what the heck does she even want me to look at.

I shook my head hard side to side, neck already tilted,

“No way!! Put your clothes on quickly!!”

“Just do it. That’s an order, okay?”

…Order. That one word sent a weird chill straight down my spine.

No, I don’t have any obligation to obey. I don’t, but—