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!~ - 132-133

Chapter 132: President Yotsuba and His Companions

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A towering black man in a suit emerged from the passenger seat. He stood at least 190 centimeters tall. His arms were as thick as ordinary Japanese men’s thighs, and his chest was so broad it looked like it might burst his dress shirt.

He had a stern face, a shaved head, and wore black sunglasses, giving him an undeniably intimidating appearance. Simply said, he looked like something straight out of a movie. In fact, I had only ever seen someone like him on screen…

While I was left a bit stunned by the Hollywood-level bodyguard, the black man moved to the rear door, bent down, opened it, and called into the car.

“President, we’ve arrived. Sorry for being late.”

He spoke in Japanese.

“There’s no need to apologize. A traffic jam due to an accident can’t be helped. There’s no reason for you to feel responsible over it.”

Came the warm, considerate voice of an elderly man with slicked-back gray hair as he stepped out of the car. He had strikingly defined features and large, commanding eyes. His neatly groomed mustache and goatee, along with the dignified hakama he wore—his signature look—marked him unmistakably as President Muneshige Yotsuba, whom I’d seen countless times in magazines and online articles.

In person, he looked far younger than his photos and radiated an impressive presence. I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and braced myself.

“President Yotsuba! Good morning, sir!”

Hearing my voice, the President turned to me with a bright, friendly smile.

“Oh, it’s Nagumo-kun, isn’t it? I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Wait—he knew who I was?

“No, not at all, sir! Please don’t worry about it!”

I hurried over to the car and offered him my business card.

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir! I’m Yuuki Nagumo, from the Planning and Development Department of XX Foods! Thank you so much for inviting me today!”

“Oh, thank you for your politeness. But you seem a bit too stiff. Try to relax, okay?”

President Yotsuba said with a warm smile as he accepted my card and gently massaged my shoulder.

“I arranged this meeting because I wanted to get to know you personally. I thought it might surprise you if I reached out directly, so I went through the company—but it seems my decision might have caused some misunderstanding.”

“I… I see…”

Personally? What did he mean by that?

“Of course, I’m also thinking seriously about business between our companies. So don’t worry on that front.”

A chance to work with a major corporation—this was huge.

“So let’s not be so formal. Let’s relax and enjoy our round of golf. You can call me ‘Muneshige-san.’”

“A-are you sure…?”

“Of course.”

He was incredibly friendly even though this was our first meeting.

“SO THIS IS THE REAL NAGUMO! I’M SO HAPPY TO MEET YOU!”

As our conversation paused, the black man beside me reached out and shook my hand. His skin felt unbelievably thick and firm.

“NICE TO MEET YOU!”

He pumped my arm up and down with amazing force—my shoulder felt like it was going to come off. Also… What did he mean by “the real one”?

“Hahaha! Let me introduce him properly. This is Sakon-kun—my personal bodyguard and driver.”

“Eh? S-Sakon-kun…?”

“NICE TO MEET YOU. TODAY, NO LEWD FACES, HUH.”

Lewd faces?

“And the one in the driver’s seat is his twin brother, Ukon-kun.”

“NICE TO MEET YOU.”

What I’d thought was a mass of mysterious blackness crammed into the driver’s seat was, in fact, a person.

“P-pleased to meet you…”

The two of them looked exactly the same—identical down to every feature.

“And finally, my grandchild…”

“—I’m Seijuurou Yotsuba.”

A young man in a jacket stepped out from the opposite rear seat, introducing himself with an air of languid indifference.

“Haah… Seriously… Why do I have to be here…”

He looked away in displeasure as he approached us. He was about the same height as me but had a slender build, fair skin, and a beautiful, delicate face. His long, glossy black hair was tied neatly at the back, creating an ethereal aura about him. 

“Seijuurou, greet him properly.”

“With all due respect, Grandfather, I’ve told you before. I have no intention of associating myself with a man who engages in four-timing—”

Just then, our eyes met for the first time and he gasped sharply.

“Uh… Is something wrong?”

“Ah… N-no… Nothing at all…”

He hurriedly averted his eyes away from me. His face looked slightly flushed, maybe from nervousness.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes! I’m fine! I-it’s a pleasure to meet you!”

He extended his hand toward me while looking a bit fidgety. Seeing how nervous he was, I gripped his hand firmly in return to convey my sincerity.

“Likewise! It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“Ah…”

A soft sigh escaped his lips. Huh? Did I grip too hard? As we shook hands, he looked almost entranced. His gaze was fixed on my “Extra-Macho Muscle-Pumped Outfit” I was wearing.

And with a blissful expression, he murmured softly.

“So… So manly…”

…Huh? Well, whatever. For now, I just had to do my best at golf.

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Chapter 133: Nagumo-kun’s Nagumo-kun Makes His Appearance

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Hole three. The ball I hit buried itself in the bunker.

Thwack!

“Hahahahaha!! Nagumo, you suuuck!!”

“I can’t stop laughing!!”

“Guh…”

The twin bodyguards—big black guys—burst into loud laughter. These perverted brothers, dressed in tight, all-pink caddie outfits, were doubling over. They were holding their stomachs as they quite literally howled to abandon.

“What do we say at times like this? You know, that thing Misa-chan always says.”

“Ah, probably ‘Hilarious!’ or something.”

“Oh, yeah! That’s it!”

“Hilarious!” “Hilarious!”

These skinhead brothers were so freaking annoying… It hardly needed saying, but of course their outfits were custom-made. There was no way you’d find legit caddie uniforms that fit men over 190 cm tall sold anywhere in Japan.

“Captain Kaede had these made just for today. Aren’t they cute!?”

So they said.

Who the heck is Captain Kaede? Stop doing unnecessary things.

They seemed to love the outfit, but honestly, they could’ve just stayed in suits. They were way too conspicuous like this…

“Nagumo-kun, you don’t need to worry about that last shot. If you can do this well after just one week of golf, you’re doing great.”

“I appreciate you saying that.”

Unlike the twins making fun of me, President Yotsuba was really kind.

It had only been about an hour since we exchanged greetings at the entrance, yet we’d already warmed up to each other so well it was hard to believe this was our first meeting. It was all thanks to the President’s group welcoming me so warmly… Well, except for one person.

“I’m sorry, Seijuurou-san. I held us back.”

I hurried up to the handsome grandchild walking ahead alone and called out to him.

“Y-you don’t need to worry about it!”

As he answered, he turned his head sharply away. He’d been like this the entire time. Whenever I glanced at him, he’d steal a look but immediately avert his eyes, and even when I tried to talk with him, he’d cut the conversation short. I felt like he was avoiding me.

He was 26, two years younger than me, but actually the president of Yotsuba Foods. As someone working in the food industry, he was definitely someone I wanted to build a connection with… But had I done something to make him hate me?

“Hey, Nagumo. For the bunker, use this.”

One of the giant twin caddies—no idea if it was the older or younger brother—offered me a club like a real caddie.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Don’t hit too hard. Aim just a ball’s length before it, and hit the sand like you’re scooping it.”

“Got it.”

I did exactly as instructed and took my swing.

Thwack!

A huge spray of sand went flying.

“Are you screwing around?”

“Take it seriously!”

“I am taking it seriously!!”

“Hahahaha! This is hilarious!”

“(You look so cool when you play…)”

And so, my first round of golf with President Yotsuba took place in a warm, cheerful atmosphere.

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After the round ended, the President’s group took me to the large communal bath in the clubhouse. After undressing in the changing room and wrapping a towel around my waist, a massive five-fingered hand suddenly grabbed and squeezed my upper arm.

“You’re ripped!”

“You’ve got great muscles!”

Then, from the other side, someone grabbed my pecs. Even though these two looked like characters straight out of a manga with their bulging muscles, I didn’t exactly feel flattered.

Besides! Don’t just touch me all over! It’s annoying. What if someone misunderstands? I mean, just look at us! Three men tangled up like this…

“H-Huh!?”

See? I told you so. The grandson is watching! He’s looking very flustered now!

“Do you work out, Nagumo-kun?”

The President, also naked with a towel around his waist and fully prepared for the bath, asked with clear interest in my physique… Or so it seemed.

“Yes! Working out is basically my hobby. Lately, I’ve been training extra hard myself!”

“Oh, impressive, impressive. For a businessman, your body is your capital.”

“R-right?!”

There was no way I could say my real, impure reason: that since the number of girls had increased to four, there was now a possibility of eight rounds in one night, so I needed strong core muscles for all the hip action. There was no way I’d ever say that.

“President, if you don’t mind me saying, it looks like you’re in great shape yourself.”

He revealed a body so fit, it was hard to believe he was in his mid-sixties.

“Actually, I go to the gym twice a week… Oh, that’s right. Nagumo-kun, would you like to train together sometime?”

“I’d love to!!”

“Seijuurou, would you like to join us?”

The President called out to his grandson, who had been glancing our way.

“N-no! I’m fine!”

He answered hastily, then hurried into the bath with his head lowered slightly. …But because he was looking down, he didn’t seem to notice the glass door ahead. At this rate, he was going to walk right into it.

“Seijuurou-san! Watch out!”

I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him toward me with a strong tug. The result: we ended up in an embrace, nearly naked with just towels between us. Yes. Two men, tangled together with nothing but towel covering our naked bodies.

“Are you okay?”

As he leaned against my chest, Seijuurou-san looked up at me. His face was bright red, and started to panic. Then, as if hitting his limit, he cried out,

“N-Nagumo-kyun!?”

“Hm? ‘Kyun’?”

And at that exact moment—my towel slipped off my waist and fell to the floor. My bare member was fully exposed.

“N-Nagumo-kyunnnn!?”

Seijuurou-san’s eyes were fixed on my crotch, completely mesmerized. To think I’d end up flashing a complete stranger I’d only just met today… How embarrassing.

“Oh-ho. That’s quite an impressive one.”

“Nagumo, your dick is huge!”

“Huge! Huge!”

“Stop teasing me already! …Sorry, please excuse me for showing you something so indecent.”

I apologized to Seijuurou-san as I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it back around my waist.

“N-no! I’m actually… Very grateful to have seen such a… Fine specimen…”

I couldn’t quite make out the rest of his mumbled words, but at least he wasn’t hurt. After that, Seijuurou-san didn’t suddenly start talking to me more, but I felt like we’d grown a bit closer.

“Nagumo, we’ll wash your body for you!”

“No, really, I’m fine.”

“Don’t be shy!”

“Ah, hey!? Stop!? Stop ittttttt!!”

And so I found myself sandwiched between the black, shiny, slippery bodies of the skinhead brothers, getting thoroughly manhandled. It was hell on earth. 

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Meanwhile, the girls were… They were gathered around a table in Yuuki’s room, eagerly awaiting the return of their beloved husband, each lovingly shaping their own “special onigiri.”

“Aa-chan, yours looks great.”

“Really? Thanks.”

“Rii-chan’s is so cute!”

“Hehe, right? Misaki, how’s yours? Did you make a cute one?”

“Of course. Look! A dick-shaped onigiri.”

“…Huh? What part of that is cute?”

And so, their fun, exciting onigiri party was about to begin.

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