The Old Man Is Being Shared by Three Gyarus?! ~An Ordinary Salaryman Is Adored by Energetic, Beautiful Gyarus, and His Daily Life With Gyarus Begins Now!~ - 131

Chapter 131: A Driver Up the Butt

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“Ayane-saaan~♡ How about we take a little break?♡”

I called out while approaching her at the next driving range stall, reaching out to touch the plump, shapely butt that was accentuated by her tight skirt.

“Hey, Oji-san. Where do you think you’re touching? If you don’t practice, Maria-sensei will get mad at you, you know?”

She looked at me with an exasperated expression.

“A moderate break is necessary too, you knooow~♡”

As I kneaded her juicy butt, lifting it up, I took the club from Ayane-san’s hands.

“Geez, can’t be helped.”

Sighing, though looking a little happy, Ayane-san let me lead her to the sofa, where I pulled her close and rubbed her bare thighs lewdly.

“You really are such a pervert, Oji-san. What will you do if someone sees us?”

“It’s fine. The backrest hides us from direct view of the doorway.”

Whispering quietly into her ear, I slipped my fingers into her skirt and traced the slit through her panties.

“Oh? It’s already starting to get wet, isn’t it?”

“Nnfu… That’s not true…”

Ayane-san didn’t seem entirely displeased, spreading her legs wide to expose herself between her thighs. As her boyfriend, I had to meet her expectations, right? I slipped my hand in from the top of her panties and massaged her slit directly.

“Nnngh… You can’t do that…”

Ayane-san grabbed my arm with both hands, pretending to resist. That kind of act only turned me on even more. Kissing her sweaty neck, I whispered to her.

“Next time, why don’t you wear this outfit when we have sex? I’ll ram my big, thick driver right into Ayane-san’s dripping-wet hole.”

Just kidding!!

“—How about I shove a real driver up your asshole, huh?”

“Upii…!?”

A deep, menacing voice rained down from directly above, making my body jolt. When I looked up timidly, I locked eyes with three scary-faced gyarus glaring down at me. The blood instantly drained from my face.

“W-welcome back…”

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, Onii-san…?”

“Th-this is, um… I was just… Giving her a massage…”

“You’re here to practice golf, so what the hell do you need to massage her pussy for?”

I couldn’t utter a word of defense.

“Onii-san? Come over here, please…”

The gyarus, having decided I was guilty, dragged me back to the driving stall. For some reason, they ordered me to get on all fours right there.

“Um? What exactly are you…?”

“To make sure Ossan can practice properly, I’m gonna give you a little discipline right now.”

“Discipline…?”

Misaki-san was holding a “9-iron” for some reason.

“Eh?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.”

Go easy…?

“Onii-san, stick your butt out nicely.”

My… Butt?

Misaki-san raised the club high, and before I could even process the situation, she swung it down in an “Oshioki Swing” straight at my defenseless ass.

“Hyah!”

“NUAAAGH—!?”

A sharp smack resounded across the green field, accompanied by my shriek.

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Having literally had my butt whacked with the “Full-Force Butt Driver” (instead of a bat), I turned over a new leaf and began practicing seriously. From that day forward, I went to the driving range every day, not only bright and early on Sundays but also on weekdays after work, bringing the gyarus along.

“Hey? Didn’t I tell you not to grope me?”

“S-sorry…”

Temptation nearly overcame me many times, but I practiced and practiced, managing to master the basics of the swing just in time for the deadline.

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Then came the morning of the day of the business golf outing.

“The first impression is crucial!! Make sure you smash it hard so they don’t look down on you, Ossan!!”

With that kind of confrontational attitude, even a smooth outing would end up a disaster.

“Uh… It’s only nine holes, so I should be back around early afternoon.”

“Got it! We’ll make a bunch of homemade onigiri and wait for you, so come home hungry!”

Onigiri had recently become one of the gyarus’ new recipes. Since they all made them at once, the quantity was always insane. Today’s lunch was sure to be an onigiri party.

“Well then, I’m off!”

I thanked the gyarus, who had come to see me off bright and early, from the driver’s seat and headed out from the apartment. Arriving at the golf course an hour before the scheduled time, I checked in and made my way to the training room inside the clubhouse.

“Fshu… fshu… fshu…”

I warmed up and relieved some tension with muscle training. My technique might be poor, but I wanted to at least play the course in my best condition.

“Fshuuuu… Okay, let’s do this…”

Fifteen minutes before the meeting time, I waited in the lobby near the entrance, keeping an eye out for President Yotsuba.

“Huh? That’s odd…”

Even after the agreed time, the president didn’t show up. I stepped outside the building to wait for his car at the entrance.

Fifteen minutes later. A top-tier model of a black luxury Lexus pulled up right in front of the entrance. Knowing it matched the president’s personal car, my nerves tightened.

I took a deep breath and was about to hurry over when I saw something shocking emerge from the passenger seat, a shiny black bald head. 

H-holy crap! It’s a black guy!?! 

A massive, black man clad in suit—so big it was surprising he even fit in the car—opened the rear door and called into the vehicle.

“President Yotsuba, we have arrived.”

Pre-President…!?

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