The Carnivorous Maidens Living with Me - Chapter 42 & 43

Chapter 42: Talks Get More Heated When They Veer Off Topic

So, what kind of person is Satsuki Sumeragi?

Most people would probably say:

Brilliant mind, stunning beauty, athletic prodigy, model student.

But the reality?

She’s a pervert.

Okay, let’s tweak that a bit—she’s dead serious when people are watching.

But when she’s alone, or with me, under those specific conditions, she turns into a pervert.

Oh, and let’s not forget: she’s a nudist.

Well, everyone’s got their strengths and flaws, and a little imperfection makes people more relatable.

But stripping at the drop of a hat? That’s a bit much.

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“So, President, you got your clothes on yet?”

“Still half-naked, but close enough.”

“Got something to say?”

“I’m getting all tingly with you looking at me!”

“Haa, can I go home now?”

“No way.”

“Then I’m leaving.”

I try to open the door I came through… kachakacha.

“When’d you lock it?”

“Set it to auto-lock!”

The president puffs out her chest with a smug grin.

The lights are on now, and her two massive fruits jiggle, purun.

“What’s the code?”

“It’s voice-activated. If you wanna leave, read this into the mic over there!”

There’s a fancy microphone by the door.

Who spends money on this crap?

I glance at the paper she hands me.

“No way I’m saying this!”

Beji! I throw the paper to the floor.

Fluttering down, the words on it read:

“Love you, love you, super love you, Shoma-kyun! Satsuki’s darling, I love you!♡”

What a brain-dead script.

“Read it, or you’re stuck here forever! Fufu, that’d be kinda nice! Ooh, I’m getting wet just thinking about it!”

“Stop messing around!”

“I’m dead serious.”

“Will this actually open the door?”

“It’s the key to unlocking the password! Say it with feelings!”

Giving up, I reluctantly—really reluctantly—decide to go through with it.

“Gohon… Love you, love you, super love you, Shoma-kyun! Satsuki’s darling, I love you!♡”

I yell it with max embarrassment, giving it my all.

Pironn!

Oh! Did it work?

Kachakacha

“President.”

“What?”

“It’s not opening…”

“Whoops, my bad! That code was for my phone to unlock! Teehee.”

That electronic beep was her phone? You set me up!

“By the way, I recorded it! It’ll be my nightly fuel! Oh, imagining it is making me wet again.”

“You pervert! Just put some damn clothes on!”

I give up on leaving the room.

“Alright, I’ll offer a deal, in exchange I’ll put on some clothes.”

“You think I’ll bite?”

“Just hear me out, Shoma. If you win, you get to see me fully naked!”

“You’re already basically naked! Are you okay in the head?”

“All this banter’s got my underwear a bit damp! Could you grab a fresh pair from that drawer?”

“It’s your own fault, but… fine.”

“But if you get the code wrong three times, you do whatever I say, no questions asked!”

“That’s straight-up blackmail.”

I look at the drawer she’s pointing to.

There’s an electronic lock on it.

“Here goes nothing…”

First, the president’s birthday: 0525.

“Buu—Try again, limp-dick!”

Did I hear that right?

Not that easy, huh? Then mine: 1031.

“Buu—Boob-starved loser!”

That’s not my imagination.

I glance at the president.

She’s smirking, legs crossed.

It pisses me off! Fine, our birthdays together—it doesn’t have to be four digits!

05251031

“Buubu—Get lost, virgin!”

Bako!

I punch the door.

“Hahaha! Looks like I win!”

“That’s infuriating! What’s with that thing?”

“It’s the specs, virgin-kun!”

“You jerk!”

I throw her clothes at her.

“Haa… haa… so, what’s the code?”

“Boob-jerk-jerk! Didn’t catch that? Boob—”

“I heard you! I was just stunned! How dumb are you? How perverted? Oh, right, you’re a pervert!”

“Don’t make me blush! Oh, again—”

I’m too tired to argue, so I just punch in the code.

0814545

“Gacha—Nice job, virgin! Your reward: I’ll take your virginity!”

Her reply’s so casual, I whip around to look at her.

She’s talking into another mic.

“Oh…”

“It’s your doing, huh?!”

After that, she starts changing, and I get a full view of her naked self.

I’ve seen her bare so many times, I don’t even react anymore.

As expected, the main topic was helping with the culture festival.

Chapter 43: Shoma’s Journey

Our school’s culture festival is a bit unique.

It’s held for three days just before summer break starts.

According to the principal, “I want everyone to dive into summer break with festival fever!”

Yeah, the principal’s a little eccentric too.

So, final exams are in early June, and after that, it’s all about culture festival prep.

Of course, clubs are also gearing up for summer tournaments, but the culture festival adds a spicy kick that lights a fire under everyone.

“So, why do I have to help with the culture festival? I’m not spending all day making roll cakes like last year, got it?”

I’m sitting across from the president, now fully clothed, hashing things out.

“Right, so the student council’s booth this time is about bonding with the community, so we decided to team up with the locals for a joint stall!”

“Okay… but why me?”

Last year, the cooking club was just me and the president, so I got roped into helping the student council.

I worked myself to death, but the sales were good, and people said the food was delicious, so it was fine.

“You live near the school, don’t you? That’s why!”

“That makes no sense. I’ve only been here a year.”

“Don’t rush me. That’s not the only reason. Your crazy neighborhood networking has reached the school’s ears.”

That’s news to me. Did I do something bad?

“Don’t make that worried face. It’s not bad rumors—it’s the opposite.”

“The opposite?”

“Yup. We’ve gotten thank-you calls, letters, even people showing up at the school to thank you.”

“That sounds even shadier. What did I do?”

“Hmm, words won’t convince you, huh? Hold on.”

The president opens a locked drawer in her wooden desk and plops a stack of papers in front of me.

“This is just a fraction. The rest are in the principal’s office or staff room.”

I pick up a sheet and read it.

“Poyopoyo big brother gave me snacks and played with me! Thank you!”

This is from Aoi… or Kanade?

I flip through more.

Every single one is filled with gratitude toward me.

“Thanks for helping carry my stuff!”

“Thank you for inviting me to the tea ceremony class! Every day’s so fun now!”

“I started working out and now I’m getting popular!”

“Please start a sweets class!”

And so on.

“…”

I’m speechless.

The thought that my reckless efforts brought smiles to people’s faces wells up something deep in my chest.

The president speaks softly, her expression kind.

“Shoma, what you’ve done is amazing. So many people have seen and appreciated your efforts. This joint stall was actually a request from the community.”

“Really? Honestly, I’m at a loss for words… I was just running around trying to love the place my grandparents grew up in.”

That’s why she wants me to take on this project, the president says.

“I thought it might be early, but I wanted to run it by you now. We’ll start moving in earnest after exams.”

“Got it! After seeing this, how can I say no?”

“Thanks! Want my first kiss as a reward?”

“No thanks!”

“Then my virginity! Come on, just say it, you idiot! Let’s get to it!”

“Stop!! I don’t want that either!”

The nice vibe we had going is totally ruined by this pervert.

“President, how’s your mom doing?”

I change the subject to steer things back.

“Hm? Mother? She’s doing great! Said she’s feeling more energetic than ever! Thanks for asking.”

“Good to hear.”

The Sumeragi family and I go way back.

It’s helped my wallet out quite a bit.

“Father’s glued to her side now! He even moved his whole workplace to that hot spring town!”

“Is the Sumeragi Group okay?”

“No worries. My brother’s stepping in to handle things for Father.”

“Whoa… hold up, you have a brother?”

“Didn’t I mention it?”

“Nope, first I’m hearing of it.”

“I’ll introduce you to him sometime! You’ll be shocked!”

After that, I keep talking with the president, stopping her from stripping, laughing together while blocking her from taking off her underwear, and eventually leaving her to go fully naked as I head out.