I Joined the Cooking Club and Ended Up with Tons of Sex Friends - 34

Chapter 34: The Apartment I’m Given and Yachiyo’s Service

While I was cooking like usual at the circle, the president came over and talked to me.

“Hey, we’re doing the culture festival. You cool with helping out?”

“Yeah, sure, I can help. Are we doing food stalls or something?”

Since it’s a cooking circle, I figured it’d be stalls, right? But then…

“Yup. We’re running five of them.”

Five.

“Huh?”

“We can’t cook on the spot, so we’re just gonna keep making stuff here, pack it up, and take it over. We do that nonstop for two whole days. Just warning you ahead of time—it’s gonna be hell.”

Two straight days of nonstop cooking.

“So… are the menus already decided?”

“No real reason to change anything, so same as last year. No point in trying to get creative. Just stuff that sells easy: yakisoba, yakitori, ikayaki, tonjiru, jaga butter, frankfurts, fried potatoes, karaage…”

?????????

“Isn’t that more than five???”

“The stalls are five. The menus are multiple items each.”

Okay, I get that, but…

“There’s way too much fried stuff. We don’t have enough burners.”

“We get temporary ones just for the school festival. They pass the health inspection every year, don’t worry.”

Then the president put her hand on my shoulder.

“Even though it’s a cooking circle, there’s still tons of oil splashing everywhere, the tonjiru pots are stupid heavy—it’s straight-up hell. Those creepy pickup guys who only show up for school festivals? They all end up collapsing from this. I used to kick their asses if they tried to slack off. I know you’ve got guts, so I’m just gonna say it straight: don’t pass out, okay?”

After talking with the president about the cooking layout and stuff for the festival, I headed back home. The reason was that I finally got in touch with Dad, and he said,

“Can we talk for a bit?”

“I’m home〜”

“Ayame, welcome back.”

Mom who came to greet me… I don’t even know. She looked like she’d aged so much so fast.

She’s still only 48. Back when I was taking entrance exams, she always had full makeup on and never once compromised on how she carried herself because she said it would hurt my reputation.

Even though Dad was the founder’s son, he didn’t go the president track since he only finished high school, and she supported him like crazy. She kept supporting Dad and Grandpa’s dream of getting me into university.

But honestly, I feel like the real test starts after you get into university. Like, people say you burn out once you’re in, but nah, I don’t feel that at all.

University classes—you actually have to study properly or you won’t get credits, and attendance is strict too.

That thing I used to hear, “university life is chill,” definitely doesn’t apply to this school.

“You look like you’re doing well, Ayame. Your dad’s waiting.”

I felt kinda awkward seeing all the new wrinkles on Mom’s face, but I went to the living room anyway—and then I froze.

Dad’s appearance.

His hair was completely white.

Huh? He’s only 52??????

It was still black not that long ago… I knew he dyed it, but it was just patches here and there, right?

“Ayame, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Yeah.”

He sat down facing me.

“I quit the company.”

“I heard from Shiba Sakura.”

Dad nodded.

“Don’t worry about living expenses. Just keep living like you have been. Aneki Construction promised dividend payments at last year’s level for the next five years. You won’t have any trouble.”

Well, if he’s holding 30% of Aneki Construction’s shares, yeah, dividends would cover living costs…

“If you join the company, rely on Shiba Sakura. He’s probably gonna push his daughter onto you. Accept her. That’s one of the two things I want from you.”

Two things, huh.

“I’ve already told both of them, but… I already have several girls, and I was thinking of cutting ties with them once I graduate, so…”

“I’m really sorry about the girl stuff.”

Dad suddenly bowed his head.

“If you’d just dated normally in middle and high school… you probably wouldn’t have ended up with so many girls sticking to you and refusing to leave. If you went into university without any experience with girls, with your specs it would’ve been a disaster. That’s why we kept girls away from you in middle and high school so you wouldn’t mess up with them. Your mom did most of it.”

When Dad said that, Mom brought out a huge pile of… letters?

“Even nowadays, this many. We went straight to the parents of any girl who seemed to like you and begged them not to let their daughter contact you. Especially in high school—you were insanely popular. We even talked to your guy friends and made sure they didn’t let you get a girlfriend. We kept telling everyone that exams were the biggest dream for you and for the family. They were all good people. We probably should’ve given these back to them when you graduated, but… a lot of them already had boyfriends by then anyway.”

They went that far? How hardcore.

“So I told Shiba Sakura. His relationships with women are completely messed up. There are multiple girls who’ll never leave him, and they’re gonna demand he get them pregnant. If that’s fine with you, go ahead, I said. So bring as many girls as you want. I don’t care. His daughter will probably do whatever you say too. There aren’t many girls like that. So accept her. This is kinda like making up for the trouble I caused you.”

Then Dad showed me another set of papers.

“What’s this?”

“A will.”

A will.

“Huh? Why?”

“I’m not dying right now or anything. Just showing it to you early. I’m giving you all the shares and cash I collected, plus the whole apartment building Grandpa left, and some other assets. This house, enough money for living—one hundred million—and the nursing home title deed are going to your mom. Nothing to other relatives. The usual inheritance split doesn’t apply here, so I’m telling you now. You can use that apartment however you want starting today. You can let girls live there too. It’s a bit far from school, though.”

Uhhhhhhhh??????

“The shares…”

“I only personally hold 34%, but another 15% is effectively on our side. The last 1% you’re gonna have to take by force yourself—together with the president’s seat. I’ve got the contact info for the 15% people written down too. If anything happens to me, contact them. It’s in the will.”

Dad looked completely exhausted, then said,

“Aneki Construction is gonna keep getting bigger. You’re the one who’s gonna make it bigger. You can do it. That’s all. Study hard.”

That Saturday after talking with Dad—Rana-chan, Saya-chan, Akemi-chan, and Yachiyo-san.

The other three didn’t know about Yachiyo-san, so

“Who’s this… sweaty potato-smelling chick?”

“Uwa! First move is already bullying! This is exactly why I hate Soku University students!!!”

That’s how Saya-chan and Yachiyo-san were right from the start. Akemi-chan just ignored it. Rana-chan was like

“More importantly—the apartment! The apartment!”

When I said, “Wanna go see the apartment I’m gonna own? We can live there starting now,” she got super hyped.

Rana-chan loves this kind of thing, after all.

They gave me five keys.

The building is eleven stories tall—pretty big—but the elevator panel only shows up to the tenth floor.

When I held up the key, the button lit up and it went straight up past that.

“Whoa, futuristic.”

“Hidden command, so cool〜”

Then the eleventh floor.

I’d heard no one was living here, but the hallway was sparkling clean. No mold smell either.

“They clean it, huh.”

“We can go in the rooms, right? Let’s gooo!”

There were five doors total.

“Huh? Wait. This building has rooms like 1012 and stuff, right? So how come the top floor only has five rooms?”

Saya-chan.

The answer was waiting inside the first room we opened.

“So huuuuuuge!!!!!”

Rana-chan was losing her mind with excitement.

“…What the hell is this.”

Saya-chan just stood there stunned.

“I’ve thought this ever since I first met Ayame-san. If I follow this person, I’ll be fine.”

Akemi-chan was smiling brightly.

“Huh?????? This apartment???? Can I live here???? Me????? Is this like… the ultimate life reversal flag activation???? Isn’t this way too insane???????”

“It’s kinda far from school… I was thinking we could stay at my place for a while, but…”

“Let’s live here.”

All four of them said it at the exact same time.

Right now there’s four of us, five if we include Suzune-chan.

Plus the Okinawa sisters and stuff, so one room per person isn’t gonna work.

“Me and Saya can share.”

“I’m fine sharing with this person here.”

Akemi-chan pointed at Yachiyo-san.

“Seriously!? Awesome! I thought you were totally ignoring me and hated me! I’m super down too! A room this big would be impossible to manage alone anyway!”

“Suzune’s probably gonna share with Ayame-kun, right? That makes three rooms. Then the Okinawa sisters we picked up can have one. Just send them pics—they’ll freak out happy for sure. That leaves one room left. Don’t go overboard with the girls, okay.”

Saya-chan.

The room assignments got decided super easily, which was nice, but…

“If we’re gonna live here we’ll need to move stuff… beds, futons, all that. I’ll talk to Dad.”

That night.

Dad said, “I gave you the card, just pay with that.”

So these four came back to my usual room and we were all looking at catalogs online.

“Unlimited budget! This is insane!”

“What about this one?”

“Hmm. We’re probably gonna replace stuff eventually anyway, right? There’s already closets… storage isn’t that big a deal…”

“Ayame-san, how about this〜?”

Everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives.

Rana-chan already lives here sometimes, Saya-chan stays over a lot.

But Akemi-chan always goes home, so

“Akemi-chan, should I walk you home soon? Yachiyo-san too. Won’t your family worry?”

“Huh? I’m good. Coming home in the morning is fine. If I tell my parents they’ll actually be happy.”

Yachiyo-san.

“I’m dead serious about wanting to live there! I’ve got nothing else to do anyway, so let me stay up all night picking stuff! This is the most fulfilling my life’s ever been!”

Yachiyo-san was suddenly super motivated.

“…Yeah, figures. Yachiyo-san. I get it. There’s no way you’re going home now. With everyone else staying to talk, the one person who leaves? That’d be stupid. Right now we’re not just picking furniture. We’re choosing a home. Ayame-san, I’m borrowing the back room.”

Akemi-chan said it with a super determined face and walked to the back.

Rana-chan and Saya-chan watched her go with shocked faces.

“…She’s actually gonna tell her parents?”

“Probably. Like she said, there’s no going back now.”

At first we couldn’t really hear the phone call.

But then suddenly

“I don’t give a fuck!!!! I’ve got my own life!!!! Don’t shove your broke-ass worldview onto meeeee!!!!”

Akemi-chan’s real voice.

She usually talks in that sweet, high-pitched tone, but her natural voice is crazy low.

“…Her parents?”

“The reason I can’t hate Akemi is because she’s had it really rough. Her parents are messed up. Sounds like borderline DV too. She says her house is strict, but it’s a different kind of strict. They treat her like property. She got in on scholarship so she’s not even burdening them.”

Rana-chan.

Apparently Rana-chan and Akemi-chan talk a lot when I’m not around.

“Tuition’s on scholarship!!! I don’t need food or a house anymore!!! I’m crashing at a friend’s place!!! I’m never coming back!!! Just throw my stuff away!!! And stop calling me!!! You’re gross!!! You fucking old geezer!!!!!!”

She hung up.

Then

“Ayame-saaaan♡♡♡ I’m staying over toooo♡♡♡”

Super high, spoiled voice again.

“You should be a voice actress.”

“You could just talk in your real voice all the time.”

Even while getting teased, Akemi-chan was clinging to me.

Since there’s no school tomorrow, everyone stayed up late.

Rana-chan and Saya-chan were squealing and searching stuff, Akemi-chan was just taking notes like crazy.

She was even making detailed notes about buying new perfume and things.

Meanwhile, once Yachiyo-san had picked enough,

“I’ll leave the rest to Akemi-san〜”

Then

“Ahhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ So gooood♡♡♡♡♡ It’s all steamy〜♡♡♡♡♡”

She put my dick in her mouth and started giving me a blowjob.

While the other three were busy researching, the free girl handles sex relief.

Is this what being a king feels like or what?

Yachiyo-san’s face was screaming stuff like “Please like me. Please don’t throw me away. I wanna live in a place like that. I wanna live without struggling.”

That upward glance, the way she fawns—it’s really hot.

I kinda feel like I can treat Yachiyo-san kinda rough and she’s okay with it. She even seems satisfied with that.

This blowjob—using her throat the whole time—felt amazing.

While she was sucking me off, I sent the apartment pics to the Okinawa sisters.

“If you wanna live in Tokyo, I’ve got a room ready for you two. It’s your room.”

And I was checking their replies.

Getting a blowjob from Yachiyo-san while reading messages from other girls—I know this makes me the absolute worst, but it felt so fucking good.

“Gotta talk to them when I go to Okinawa, huh.”

Her grandma, I wonder what she’ll say?

There’s some anxiety, but not seeing them isn’t really an option.

While I was lost in thought, Yachiyo-san kept moving her head deep, burying her face in my pubes with really intense throat action.

“Ah. Yachiyo-san. Feels so good. I’m gonna cum down your throat like this.”

“MmmmmmMMMMM!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡”

The second I said it, her throat squeezed and wriggled like crazy.

Then [DOKUHHHHHH!!!! DOKUHHHHHH!!!!]

I shot straight down the back of Yachiyo-san’s throat.

‘Geppuuuu’

“Gross.”

“Semen burps aren’t just an eromanga thing?”

After she finished the blowjob, Yachiyo-san coughed a little, then let out a cum burp.

Super vulgar. Hot though.

“You’ve got pubes stuck to your mouth. Go take a shower.”

“Okay〜”

Yachiyo-san went to shower.

While she was gone, another notification. This time from Suzune-chan.

She sends me daily masturbation reports.

How far she’s gotten. Whether she’s ready for sex yet? Stuff like that.

She tells me specifically how many fingers. I said if it hurts don’t force it, but she’s slowly increasing the number.

‘Can I do it soon〜?’

“Yeah, sure. Wanna try next time? Also, I got given an apartment we can live in. Wanna come see it sometime?”

‘YES PLEASE!!! Wait! We can already see it!?’

“You can live there. The other girls are on the same floor but different rooms. You and me are sharing a room, Suzune-chan.”

‘I’m so happy!!! Tomorrow if possible!!! Please let me come see it with you!!!’

And that’s how it got decided that I’d go see the apartment with Suzune-chan.