I Joined the Cooking Club and Ended Up with Tons of Sex Friends - 31

Chapter 31: Impregnation Begging Sex With Ryona-Chan

This one’s kicking off the final arc.

The long summer break finally wrapped up, and uni started again.

Things at university are going pretty smooth—I’m keeping up with classes just fine.

During the break I went out to eat a bunch of different stuff, so now I’ve got tons of ideas like trying to recreate those dishes at home.

So these days, once class ends I just head straight to the club room. That’s become my routine.

The reason I bother doing it at the club instead of at home is ’cause the club president and a bunch of other really good cooks are there, and they give me advice.

They taste it for me too and give honest feedback.

Plus I pick up all these little tricks you’d never find just googling stuff—it’s actually super fun.

Today I’m making goya champuru, and the president’s right there cooking alongside me.

“Hey Aneki, you sure it’s okay to keep your girlfriend waiting?”

The president calls over to me, but… girlfriend?

“…Akimi-chan already went home today, I think…?”

“Not that stinky girl. I mean Rana. Isn’t she living at your place and you cook for her and everything?”

“Yeah. Once this is done I’m gonna take some home to Rana-chan.”

“…Ahh, got it.”

The president and I mostly just talk about cooking—we don’t really get into other stuff.

Back during summer break we chatted a bit and I kinda noticed she’s pretty hung up about her age.

“So president, have you decided where you’re going after graduation?”

It’s already October. For fourth-years, most people have their job already locked in by now. Some places even start company visits or training super early.

But the president doesn’t really give off that vibe.

“I’m going to grad school.”

Whoa.

“Soku University’s grad school?”

“Yeah… I agonized over it, but I spent years cramming just to get into this place, y’know? So I wanna really finish what I started here.”

Damn, that’s serious. Pretty sure she’s in the science faculty, right?

“And you… you’re taking over the family company, yeah?”

“Nah nah, Grandpa already passed away, and Dad isn’t even the president.”

“But it’s Aneki Construction, right? They usually put a lot of weight on bloodline from the founder… ohhh, so you’re job-hunting then.”

She makes this slightly gloomy face for a second, then goes,

“I kinda wanna do something like an in-house corporate lab. I feel like that kind of connection is pretty rare.”

The president keeps cooking with me while looking kinda lost in thought.

I hand the hungry Rana-chan the take-home goya champuru and she digs right in without even reheating it.

“Sorry I’m late〜”

“It’s still warm〜. So goooood♡♡♡”

My relationship with Rana-chan, who’s basically moved into the loft, feels completely normal now.

It’s been about half a year since she started living here? We’ve never even had a single fight.

She’s always super grateful I let her stay in the loft and she tells me every single meal is delicious.

She hardly ever comes down from the loft except for bath, food, and sex.

But lately she’s been saying stuff like,

“I heard something. Some guy’s been stalking you? You okay?”

Recently Rana-chan’s been taking it easy with club activities and heading home while it’s still bright out.

Apparently someone’s been following her around. She never told me, but she went and talked to the university’s student affairs office.

Saya-chan was the one who filled me in.

“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s fine. Ugh, it sucks being poor. Just ’cause you’re poor people look down on you, treat you like you’re beneath them. Humans are so ugly.”

Rana-chan gives this bitter little laugh.

Long story short, back when she was living alone some guy found out where her apartment was. He was gonna be like “You live in a dump like that? Why don’t you just move into my place?” But by then she’d already moved in with me and stopped going back to her old apartment.

Still, after summer break he came at her again like “You were living in a place that poor, so you don’t have money, right? How about splitting rent at my place?”

Saya-chan, who was right there, went full interrogation mode.

“Separate rooms? What about keys? You’re not just trying to get in her pants, are you? And there’s only one kitchen—what about food?”

Apparently his pitch was,

“I want someone to cook and clean. We’d share a room but I’ll put up a partition. Half rent would still be cheaper than your apartment.”

Rana-chan, who’d been quietly listening the whole time, finally said,

“I already have separate rooms, free food, and zero rent. So no thanks. Bye.”

“I don’t even wanna body-shame, but the guy had zero hygiene. No wonder his place was disgusting. And yet he still thinks ‘she’s poor so she’ll say yes if I ask.’ That’s how much poor people get looked down on. I straight-up told him never talk to me again and reported it to student affairs, so it should be over. But I’m staying on guard. Ughhh, being poor sucks. Being poor is evil.”

After she finishes eating, Rana-chan starts doing some light exercise.

Being poor is evil. No money = people look down on you.

“…Yeah, you’re right.”

I feel like I only kinda get how blessed my own situation is.

Lately there’s something bugging me.

Dad’s been doing a bunch of organizing and tidying up his personal affairs.

He’s not retirement age yet. He’s only 52—he’s got years left at the company.

And yet he’s rushing to sort out the assets he inherited from Grandpa and handing over work responsibilities.

The other day Mr. Shiba Sakura talked to me looking really worried.

What he was concerned about was the stock.

Apparently Dad’s been gathering up the scattered shares he inherited from Grandpa. He’s even using land, the family house, and other assets to buy them back.

But according to Mr. Shiba Sakura,

“Your father has zero ambition—I’m sure of that. He says it’s for the company and I believe him. But… why gather the stock now…?”

He told me to ask Dad about it if I could.

I felt kinda weird calling just for that, so I hadn’t done it yet—but now seemed like a good chance.

I try calling Dad but

“He’s not picking up.”

“Who’re you calling〜?”

Rana-chan.

“Dad. Apparently he’s collecting company stock or something. His friend’s worried about it.”

“Whoa〜. Rich people’s problems are on another level. Totally different from being poor〜”

Rana-chan’s lying down scrolling on her phone.

“…Hm? Aneki Construction, right? Ayame’s family company.”

“It’s not my company〜”

“The stock price shot way up. Wait—family members moving shares? It straight-up says ‘the founder’s relative is consolidating shares’—it’s in the Tokyo Keizai Shimbun.”

They put that in the paper? Mr. Shiba Sakura mentioned it like… a month ago?

Guess it became public after that.

“Is it even allowed for employees to buy up all the stock like that?”

I don’t really get how it works but

“From what I saw on the boards, it’s just one person collecting the shares that were scattered among relatives. Sounds kinda shady though. Well, message boards are full of nonsense anyway.”

Huh. Still, it feels very on-brand for Dad. Lately he’s had this super burned-out vibe.

“…Uh?? Stock… this one, right? And then… whaaaaaatttttt!!!!!!”

Rana-chan suddenly jumps up while messing with her phone.

“Ayame! Aneki Construction’s market cap is like 2 trillion yen, right!? And family-held shares are over 30%—that’s 600 billion!? What kind of insane rich level is this!?”

“…Rana-chan, you can’t just sell that many shares at market price… if 30% hit the market it’d crash the price.”

As I’m saying it, I start wondering—why is Dad, who has zero ambition, gathering so much stock?

For dividends? Nah, that doesn’t sound like him. If he wanted to grow assets he could just build apartments on the leftover land.

So what else could it be?

Maybe collect the shares and then sell them back to the company. That way the Aneki family officially loses all influence.

You can’t do it all at once, but selling gradually without tanking the value should be possible.

But I can’t picture Dad suddenly wanting to do something big with 600 billion yen.

“Hmmm〜? Maybe he wants his beloved son to take over the company〜? So he’s gathering stock to put pressure on the board like ‘put my son on the president track.’”

“…Dad’s not the ambitious type.”

“Didn’t he have a complex about only graduating high school? You told me before. He raised you super hardcore like ‘you’re definitely getting into Soku University!’ Then once you got in he burned out. So now the next mission is making his son the heir to Grandpa’s legacy, right?”

That’s Rana-chan’s theory.

And the answer came pretty quick—not from Dad, but from Mr. Shiba Sakura.

“There was talk at the board meeting. Ayame-kun. Your father is retiring and stepping away from his employee position. From now on he’ll be involved in management as a shareholder. Realistically he can live just off dividends, so the decision makes sense. But yeah… the real aim is probably your succession. It’s hard to push certain things as an employee. As a major shareholder he’ll be able to flex influence and step in.”

Mr. Shiba Sakura sighs.

“That said, I’m on your side. Get along with Suzune. Ideally marry her—that’d put me in a better spot too.”

“…Um, I’m still a first-year, and Suzune-chan is…” still in high school, right? I was about to say, but he just goes like it’s obvious,

“A housewife doesn’t need a degree.”

“Wow, that’s messed up. Super old-school.”

The phone was loud enough that Rana-chan heard everything.

And then,

“Your account is going crazy.”

“Whoa, how many digits?”

The account they gave me that I barely use—money keeps getting dumped in. There’s always like 10 million yen ready to spend. Isn’t this gonna cause huge tax problems?????

“Richhhhh. Insanely richhhhh. Let’s just stay cooped up like this forever and live together〜〜〜♡♡♡♡♡”

Rana-chan jumps on me and starts licking my cheek like a cat.

“You really okay with me being this sloppy with women?”

“You’re like a hundred times richer than a normal guy, so isn’t it fine to have a hundred women you take care of???”

What kind of logic is that.

Rana-chan pulls my pants down, happily takes out my dick and goes

“Ahh♡♡♡ Rich hot guy dick♡♡♡ Smells so addictinggg♡♡♡♡♡ Lately I really really want a baby♡♡♡♡♡ After I graduate please knock me upppp♡♡♡♡♡ You don’t even have to acknowledge itttt♡♡♡♡♡ My female instincts are screaminggg♡♡♡♡♡ ‘I want this man’s babyyyy’♡♡♡♡♡”

While stroking my dick she presses her lips to mine and slips her tongue in.

“Nnyuu♡♡♡ Tastyyyy♡♡♡ Ayame’s spit is so goodddd♡♡♡♡♡ My brain’s already brokennnn♡♡♡ Just from Ayame’s kiss my pussy gets readyyyy♡♡♡♡♡ Lookkkk♡♡♡♡♡”

She yanks off her panties and spreads her pussy wide to show me.

The pussy hidden under her pubes is twitching, love juices soaking everything.

“Dickkkk♡♡♡♡♡ Put it inside meeee♡♡♡ Stir me up reaaaal goodddd♡♡♡♡♡ Then shoot it deeeep insideeee♡♡♡♡♡ Cover my womb in cummmm♡♡♡♡♡ When you creampie meeee♡♡♡♡♡ I get so happyyyy♡♡♡♡♡♡”

I push the begging Rana-chan down and slide right in, start thrusting.

“Ahhh〜. Feels so good. So slippery and tight—it’s amazing, Rana-chan.”

“Feels so goooooddddd!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Hey, let me stay like this foreverrrr!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Iiiii!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Wanna be with Ayame foreeeeverrrr!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡ Have tons of babies toooooo!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡ Rich hot guyyy!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ There’s no one else like thissss!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡

You don’t have to take responsibilityyyy!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡

Knock me upppp!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Let me have Ayame’s baby pleaseeeee!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡”

Rana-chan screams and slams her hips back against me.

“You say no responsibility but a baby’s kinda serious, right?”

“I’ll just make excuses!!!!!!♡♡♡ Reputation matters less than this!!!!!!♡♡♡ I want this man’s baby so baddddd!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡ Ooooooooooooo!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ I’m cummmingg!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ From the impregnation dickkkk!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Cum pouring innnn!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡

Oghhh!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Dump it all inside meeeee!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡”

Along with Rana-chan’s scream

[THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!! THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!!!!]

[BUJAAAAAAA!!!!!!! BUJAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!]

Almost at the same time she squirts a huge amount of love juice and climaxes hard.