I'm a Kept Man for the Three Most Beautiful Girls in School - Chapter 09: In the Art Room

Act 02: Rivalry Arc

Chapter 09: In the Art Room

The three of them started to engage with me more actively even at school.

I, on the other hand, was getting used to my part-time job and began to understand what they wanted bit by bit.

Since I was benefiting from an hourly wage of 5000 yen, I couldn’t afford to overlook any slight changes in their emotions.

I hoped that I could be of some support to the top three beauties in school, even if just a little.

Not really like me, to think like that.

(…Well, the main goal is to get Akari into college…)

During lunch break, I was called to the art room by Ono-san.

Ono-san was the head of the art club and seemed to be drawing not only for work but also in the club. By the way, it’s unclear which clubs Daigo-san and Karasuma-san belong to.

Ono-san had the key to the room, given by the art teacher, so it was just the two of us here.

The slightly strong smell of oil paints brought a sense of nostalgia. It was like the smell of disinfectant in the nurse’s office—if it wasn’t there, you would miss it a little.

“I don’t want anyone else to come in, so I’ll lock the door.”

“O-Okay.”

Ono-san locked the door from the inside and hugged me from behind. A soft, squishy sensation pressed against my back.

Ono-san’s chest was modest in size, smaller than a soft tennis ball, but it was incredibly flexible and overwhelmingly soft, like pudding or jelly.

What I mean is, it was just too stimulating.

Feeling flustered, I prayed that she wouldn’t hear my racing heartbeat. She probably chose the art room on purpose.

(I know why she called me here…)

“Your back seems bigger, Okeihan.”

“I came because you said you’d teach me to draw…”

“You’re so cold. Hmph.”

Ono-san let go of me, picked up a pencil and sketchbook from the desk, and started sketching.

Despite her intent to draw, her vibrant, gyaru-like aura couldn’t be hidden.

The gray cardigan tied around her waist, the almost rule-breaking short skirt, her wavy milk-tea brown hair, and the earrings and necklace adorning her ears and chest all doubled or tripled her charm.

Sitting next to me, Ono-san rolled up her blouse sleeves and began to sketch in her sketchbook.

“Why did you suddenly want to learn to draw?”

“Because I’m terrible at drawing. The teacher thinks I’m not trying.”

“Oh, I see. Sometimes being bad at it gives your drawings more character than being mediocre. It’s all about how you fit one thing into the frame. The right angle can make all the difference.”

“I see… that’s helpful.”

As I adjusted my grip on the pencil, I mentally noted Ono-san’s advice.

(Ono-san’s drawings are really amazing.)

The scene in the art room was being smoothly drawn by her pencil.

“Well, something like this. Okeihan, you should start by practicing with small objects around here. Landscape drawings are the hardest because you have to consider perspective, which is tough without any knowledge.”

“I see…”

“Unless you have extraordinary talent, that is.”

Ono-san glanced sideways at me.

(Talent, huh…)

That’s something I don’t have. 

I enjoy looking at art and often visit museums, but observing and creating are different things.

“Okay, I’ll look for some small objects to practice with.”

“Wait a minute. Let’s change the plan.”

Ono-san stopped what she was doing and stared intently at my face.

(What is she up to…)

Being stared at up close by such a beautiful girl made me nervous.

Thump. Thump. I could feel my heartbeat growing louder.

I tried to stay calm and just stared back at Ono-san.

“How about I be your model? A nude model.”

“Ha?”

“You know, you create better drawings when you follow your instincts. Some people may not have talent as manga artists, but they excel as erotic manga artists. And you like that kind of thing, right?”

“…If you’re saying that, then so do you, Ono-san.”

“Well, I admit it. That’s why I draw erotic stuff.”

I think it’s admirable, but there’s definitely some embarrassment there. 

Ono-san is always honest about her desires. It’s this mix of embarrassment and desire that makes her so appealing.

“I appreciate the offer, Ono-san, but doing that at school is a bit too much.”

I tried to sound as serious as possible to convince her.

“People model for drawings all the time. Nude models, too. Being a model for art is a respectable job. If you think it’s shameful, it might be because you’re thinking of doing something shameful.”

“T-That’s…”

…That might be true. I might be unconsciously seeing Ono-san in that way.

Over the past month, we’ve been physically close many times.

Because of that, I can’t help but think about her all the time—maybe my brain is just processing it as natural.

If that’s the case, then I’m the worst.

“Sorry, I might have been thinking something inappropriate.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re a guy, so it’s natural. So, is it decided then?”

“Uh, well… but…”

“Okeihan, for things like this, you need to go with the flow. If you’re embarrassed, nothing will happen.”

Ono-san placed her hand on my thigh and gently stroked it.

Going with the flow, huh? Just a moment ago, she was talking about respecting the models.

“Maybe you just want to undress.”

“Idiot… that’s not it.”

“Really?”

“Y-yeah. Of course. Haha.”

Ono-san laughed awkwardly, trying to cover it up.

Something seemed suspicious. But, oh well.

Actually, I don’t know what’s okay about this.

I’ve seen Ono-san naked more than once, so it’s not like it’s a big deal anymore. If it’s for drawing, I probably won’t have any weird thoughts. …Maybe.

“Well, go ahead and undress.”

“Huh!?”

“Hmm?”

“Oh, so you really want me to undress. Okeihan, you really are a pervert.”

“You’re the one who brought it up. Were you just teasing me?”

“Of course not. You’re such an idiot, Okeihan.”

Ono-san seemed like she couldn’t back down now. She untied the cardigan around her waist and began unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time.

But then, she stopped. 

Her face turned bright red, and I could tell she was nervous.

Hmm… cute.

Even though she usually seems experienced, seeing her pure and innocent side is endearing.

Compared to Karasuma-san and Daigo-san, Ono-san is much easier to deal with. I can see why people tease her.

“Um, Okeihan… is it okay if I keep my underwear on?”

“If you don’t want to undress, you can keep your uniform on.”

“H-Hah? I’ll take everything off. Why are you being considerate? It’s annoying.”

Steaming with anger, Ono-san finished unbuttoning her blouse, unzipped her skirt, and threw her clothes off in a fit of frustration.

(No matter how many times I see it… it’s still amazing.)

Delicate, provocative, and somehow sinful. Seeing a classmate naked in the art room is surreal.

Ono-san unclasped her bra. 

Standing in the art room wearing just her panties, she looked like a little devil. I could only watch silently as she reached for the last piece of clothing.

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The sound of my pencil moving echoed quietly in the art room.

Ono-san occasionally squirmed, changing poses.

“Um, it’s hard to draw if you keep moving like that.”

I said while sketching.

“Why are you so calm? I thought you’d pounce on me once I got naked.”

That’s quite the revelation.

“Ahh, mou, it’s because I’m only a B cup. God, Buddha, please give me some fat to make Okeihan react.”

Is she okay?

“Nobody said that.”

“Then why are you so calm? I’m naked! My boobs are out!”

“…I’m trying not to think about it, so please don’t emphasize it.”

When I said that, Ono-san glared at me with a face as red as a tengu mask.

“Now I’m getting annoyed. I need to blow off some steam.”

“Huh…?”

“It’s your fault. Lunch break will be over soon, so hurry up and undress too.”

“Sorry, I don’t really get what you’re saying.”

With some absurd logic, Ono-san was urging me on.

Here? At school? Blow off steam?

No way, if we do that, there will be no stopping it.

My self-control might collapse, mainly for Ono-san.

“Can you wait until school is over?”

“Argh! You’re demanding things from me now. The once pure Okeihan. You’ve been influenced by Chikage and Sakurako, haven’t you?”

Ono-san threw a bit of a tantrum, almost overreacting.

“This is it. I’ll make you feel it no matter what, Okeihan.”

This is bad. If she kissed me even once, I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“Stop. I’ll do anything else you want, just calm down.”

“…Anything else?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.”

“Something reasonable, please…”

“Oh, by the way, Keihan, you still call everyone with ‘san,’ right?”

“Yeah.”

The naked girl stood there with her arms crossed, hand on her chin.

This was quite a scene. It was so surreal that I almost wanted to laugh, but if I did, she’d probably get even angrier.

“Then, can you start calling me Tsukasa from now on?”

“…That’s a tough request.”

“Why!?”

“I’m not good at calling people by their first names without honorifics. It’s not that I’m not good at it, it’s just that I’ve never done it with a classmate, so it feels weird.”

Even as a high school junior, I still hadn’t called a classmate by their first name without an honorific.

That’s just how I am. 

Ono-san gave me a sidelong glance and asked with a skeptical look.

“Then, how about Tsu-chan?”

While completely naked.

“Oh, sure. That’s fine.”

“Say it.”

“Tsu-chan.”

“Ahn…!”

As if she were struck by Cupid’s arrow, Ono-san, now Tsu-chan, collapsed to her knees, then quickly stood up with an indescribable smile.

Still completely naked.

“…This is so exciting. Fufufu-fufufu, it feels so good when Okeihan calls me that. Say it again.”

Tsu-chan, visibly excited, moved closer to me. 

While completely naked.

(Uh…)

Even I was a bit taken aback by this. 

But if it makes her happy, I guess it’s fine.

“Tsu-chan.”

“Kuu, this feels amazing. I might get a nosebleed.”

Tsu-chan smiled dreamily, lost in her own world and fantasies. 

Still completely naked.

(Lunch break is almost over…)

I picked up the cardigan, blouse, skirt, and underwear that had fallen on the art room floor and helped Tsu-chan, who was still lost in her daydreams, get dressed.