Chapter 50

“Alright, here’s the ‘tips’ for this session.”

With that, Tachibana handed a bundle of bills to Kazuhiko. Unbelievably, she had awakened to a deeply twisted hobby: eating popcorn while watching Kazuhiko and Reika suckle on each other, sliding stacks of cash across the desk as “tips” for her classmates’ intimate display.

Every time Kazuhiko gave a good reaction, Tachibana would toss out more money, a greasy, satisfied smirk plastered across her face. And as she watched the three of them, she felt a strange, deep heat simmering in the pit of her stomach.

“A-Ah… okay…”

Despite the lingering resistance, Kazuhiko accepted the tips obediently.

—This is money I’m going to save and never touch… Maybe I’ll use it to buy Tachibana a birthday present later to pay her back.

Thinking this, Kazuhiko noticed something.

—Wait… are Tachibana’s cheeks a bit flushed? Is it just my imagination…?

Perhaps his refusal to dig deeper into that observation is exactly why he’s the protagonist. Or perhaps he simply knew better than to poke the hornet’s nest. Though, it felt like only a matter of time.

“Phew… I’ve suckled and been suckled. I’m satisfied.”

“Haa… I feel like I’m actually going to start producing milk~.”

Reika and Moeka looked positively radiant, their skin practically glowing.

“I’m glad you’re… satisfied…”

Kazuhiko patted his lower back, which was already feeling the strain.

—If it’s like this already, what’s going to happen when we actually do the ‘real’ thing…? Maybe I should start weight training… Also, I should probably use the money Tachibana gave me to buy some zinc supplements…

Hang in there, Kazuhiko! Don’t give up, Kazuhiko! Stand tall!

Kazuhiko was contemplating this with half-serious intensity. Still, the situation was truly staggering. Being sucked by and suckling such beautiful girls, while another beauty watched and paid him for the privilege… it was the kind of behavior associated with depraved aristocrats with too much time on their hands.

—I’m pretty sure my blood isn’t supposed to be ‘blue,’ though…

He was supposed to be a plain, ordinary commoner—a background character. Yet here he was, wallowing in carnal pleasure; if he actually used Tachibana’s money, he could practically build a “forest of meat and pool of wine.”

—Self-control. I have to exercise self-control… I’ve accepted the current situation, but I have to make sure I don’t fall into total depravity…

So thinks Kazuhiko, who is already well beyond the point of no return. Meanwhile, Reika watched him, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing.

—Fufu, Kazu-kun, I know exactly what you’re thinking. But it’s already too late. There’s nowhere to go but the very end. The four of us have no choice but to be happy together. Fufu… fufufufufu.

—Wait, did I just feel a chill?

Sensing a shiver down his spine, Kazuhiko glanced around nervously. Little did he know, he was simply dancing in the palm of Reika’s hand.