The School is Under Hypnosis, and I'm the Only One Who Knows (I Was Able To Send The Hypnotist Flying Back Home, but Now I’ve Got The Whole School Under My Hands As My Harem, What Should I Do!?)

Chapter 14: The School Festival (Maid Cafe)

The day of the school festival finally arrived. Somehow, our play became something we could present to others.

It was a pain in the ass.

My classmates kept adding erotic lines to the script and suggesting skimpy, erotic costumes. I had to work hard to prevent that.

Why would they want the demon lord to wear a skimpy, string-like outfit!? That’s just absurd!

But thanks to my persistent persuasion, we managed to create a somehow normal play. Now, parents and children could watch without worry. However, it became quite boring. Maybe removing the erotic elements from the erotic-focused story made it less interesting. Well, I don’t have any scriptwriting talent, so it’s understandable.

Our play was performed in the morning at the gymnasium. The audience was decently filled, and their reactions weren’t too bad. But one thing caught my attention: all the spectators were young women. There wasn’t a single male spectator. That’s odd.

After the play ended, I had some free time, so I decided to check out the other classes’ attractions. I wanted to go with Mika, but she was busy working at the reception. So, I went alone. I also wanted to search for the hypnotist, although I still hadn’t figured out how to find them.

First, I went to Nagasaki-san’s class, as she had invited me to visit. It seemed like her class was running a maid cafe. I was a bit hungry, so I decided to give it a try.

“Welcome home, master.”

Inside, girls in white maid outfits with a hole in the center of their chests, revealing their cleavage, were lined up. They wore mini-skirts, making their maid outfits incredibly sexy. These girls, dressed as maids, bowed their heads. Among them was Nagasaki-san, who took my hand.

“Please follow me to your seat.”

Nagasaki-san led me to a sofa at the back of the room and seated me. It seemed like I was the only customer, and Nagasaki-san sat next to me on the right. Another maid, with a sexy mole under her left eye and large breasts, sat on my left. I didn’t know her name. I had memorized the names of the students before the swap, but I still hadn’t learned the names of many students after the swap.

Then, she handed me a business card. A business card? It felt like a real maid cafe. Let’s see, what does it say…

Name: Yua

Hobbies: Masturbating while thinking of Ichiro-sama. Serving Ichiro-sama.

Notes: Virgin.

Message: I’m a fully automatic onahole and night maid dedicated to Ichiro-sama, available 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

What’s with this ridiculous business card?!

Anyway, let’s put Yua aside for now and order something. I opened the menu, and it seemed like they only had one option: pancakes. So, I ordered those pancakes.

While waiting for the pancakes, Nagasaki-san and the others offered to play a game with me. It was nice of them to entertain me during the waiting time, but the game turned out to be quite something.

Yua-san brought a lottery box. Apparently, we were going to play a game where we drew lots.

“Who’s the king?”

The number on the lot I drew was 2. And the person who got the stick with the red mark, indicating the winner, was drawn by Yua-san. Wait, this is a king’s game! Yua-san immediately gave an order.

“Number 1 and number 2, please play the Pocky game.”

Hmm, I’m number 2, so my partner is…

“Yes, I’m number 1.”

Nagasaki-san answered. Well, that’s obvious. With only three of us playing, it’s pretty clear who is who. This is not a game meant for three people. It’s almost like a direct order already once the king get’s decided.

Nagasaki-san took out a Pocky and started eating it. I hesitantly took the other end and began eating. But when I tried to pull away, the Pocky broke. I was relieved, thinking it was over, but Nagasaki-san quickly put the broken Pocky back in her mouth and continued eating. Before I knew it, our lips touched, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. She stirred her tongue around my mouth, taking away the remaining crumbs of the Pocky.

“Mmm, fuuhhh, chu.”

The kiss tasted like chocolate. But isn’t it cheating to put the broken Pocky back in your mouth? It was my first kiss with Nagasaki-san, and I was so nervous.

After the order, I suggested ending it, but apparently, I had to declare myself the king to end the game. Reluctantly, I drew another lot.

Unfortunately, I didn’t become the king. Yua-san was the king again.

“What should the next command be? — Number 1, please massage number 2’s chest.”

Ah, that’s close. I’m number 2, so I’m the one getting massaged. If I were the one massaging, it would be bad. I can’t massage a girl’s chest in public. Nagasaki-san looked a bit disappointed for a moment, but then she started massaging my chest. It felt more like stroking than massaging.

Nagasaki-san initially stroked my chest through my shirt, but she gradually became bolder and put her hand inside my shirt. Then, she started playing with my nipples. Ah, stop there!

My body reacted involuntarily, twitching. N-No more! But Nagasaki-san ignored my reaction and continued for about five minutes. Finally, she let go. Come on, where are my pancakes? I need them soon.

The king game resumed. I thought I should have become the king by now, but I wasn’t. This time, Nagasaki-san was the king.

“Number 1 and number 2, please massage my chest.”

That command is a problem. I wondered what to do, and in the meantime, Yua-san started massaging Nagasaki-san’s chest.

“Please excuse me.”

“Nhh… Ngh…”

Yua-san boldly massaged Nagasaki-san’s chest, making her sigh. That’s hot.

“It’s your turn, Ichiro-sama.”

Even if girls massaging each other’s chests is okay, wouldn’t it be considered sexual harassment if I did it?

However, Yua-san grabbed my hand and placed it on Nagasaki-san’s chest. It’s so soft!

“Ahahn! Ahn… Uwahh♡… M-More… Touch me more…”

Yua-san and Nagasaki-san grabbed my hands and made me vigorously massage Nagasaki-san’s chest. Nagasaki-san’s chest was like a slime, freely changing shape. It was so soft; could she be braless?! And why can’t I see her bra through the hole in the center of her chest? How does this maid outfit work?

‘Who’s the king?’

Once again, I failed to become the king. After playing the king’s game several times, I still couldn’t become the king. This is odd. I feel like something is being manipulated. The commands are getting more and more extreme.

“It seems like I’m the king. Let’s move on to the main dish. Number 1, please receive the service number 2 and I will give.”

Number 1 is me. What does she mean by ‘service’? As I was wondering, Yua-san suddenly went under the table and between my legs. She removed my pants and underwear, exposing my penis.

“Uwah! Wait—mmff!?”

Before I could stop Yua-san, Nagasaki-san kissed me, silencing my mouth with hers.

In the meantime, Yua-san inserted my penis into the hole in her maid outfit, right between her breasts. The tight space, filled with her large breasts, sucked in my penis like a black hole. It was soft, warm, and narrow, and it felt incredible. Yua-san’s breasts were so big that they completely enveloped my erect penis. Then, she poured something cold on her chest—probably maple syrup, that was clearly meant for the pancakes.

The maple syrup made her breasts slippery, and even the slightest movement in it felt amazing. Yua-san held her breasts with her arms, squeezing them together and vigorously moving them up and down my shaft. My penis was stroked by her soft, warm chest, trapped in the tight space of her maid outfit.

Then, she started moving her breasts in an irregular motion, providing unpredictable pleasure to me. Nagasaki-san stood up, facing me, and knelt on the sofa. She embraced me with her large breasts, covering my face with it, and Yua-san continued to pleasure my penis.

I couldn’t hold back anymore; I was about to climax. Sensing my tension, Nagasaki-san gently stroked my head while I was buried in her chest. Yua-san then kept stroking my penis with her breasts.

After a while, I slowly pulled away, still immersed in the afterglow of my orgasm. Yua-san, who had stopped the paizuri, was now in front of me, her chest covered in a mixture of my semen and maple syrup. She scooped up the mixture with her fingers and licked it. Nagasaki-san also buried her face in Yua-san’s chest, licking the syrup and semen stuck on it.

The erotic scene was too much for me, and my penis, which had just released its load, became erect again.

Seeing this, Nagasaki-san sat on me in a reverse cowgirl position. Something wet and slippery was rubbed against my penis.

Wha!? Is Nagasaki-san not wearing any panties?! In this short skirt?! I was surprised, but before I could react, Nagasaki-san welcomed my penis into her vagina. Her ‘meiki’ left me with no room to spare.

“N-Nagasaki-san!? In a place like this!? Everyone will see us, you know!? Also what about your panties!?”

“Mmm♡ you say that now? I took off my panties so that I could have sex with you right away.”

“Ichiro-sama, at this maid cafe, all the maids don’t wear any underwear so that they can have sex with you at any time.”

Yua-san said, and she lifted her skirt, revealing her hairy vagina glistening with love juice. The love juice dripped down her thighs.

“E-Everyone?!”

I looked around, and the other maids, who had been peeking at us, gathered around. They lifted their skirts, revealing their vaginas, dripping with love juice and twitching with desire.

“Ichiro-sama, please give us some attention after you’re done with Nagasaki-sama…”

“No, I’m next! Yua, you just finished flirting with him, so let me have a turn!”

“U-Uhm… Please let me do it next! This place of mine keeps tingling… I can’t hold myself much longer.”

The gathered maids, with flushed faces and lustful eyes, pleaded with me. I was in a tight spot. I needed to calm them down somehow.

“Mmm♡ are you in trouble, Watanabe?”

“Y-Yes, I’m in trouble! Nagasaki-san, please convince them!”

“Mmm♡ I have an idea♡”

“What is it? Tell me!”

“Why don’t you release all your pent-up semen inside me? That way you won’t have to have sex with the girls..”

“Wha!?”

“That’s not fair! Let me switch with you!”

The maids tried to convince Nagasaki-san, massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, and even kissing her deeply. It seemed to be working, as Nagasaki-san’s vagina tightened around my penis. Her ‘meiki’ was too much for me, and I was on the verge of cumming.

The impatient maids started masturbating in front of me and playing with each other’s vaginas.

I was seduced by the erotic maids while I released all my semen inside Nagasaki-san’s ‘meiki.’