Chapter 524

When life gets busy, it's easy to lose track of time.

That was exactly what happened to me. As the weather gradually cooled, a message from Chinami asking to clean the Club Room made me realize the new semester was right around the corner.

This vacation felt both short and long.

In terms of sheer productivity, it was one of the best I had ever experienced.

I was so close to achieving my dream that I wouldn't have cared if the vacation ended tomorrow.

[Sure. See you tomorrow.]

I sent the reply to Chinami and closed my eyes.

I just wanted tomorrow to come as quickly as possible.

After spending the past few days having fun with the heroines, I didn't feel particularly lonely even when I was by myself.

The next day, I woke up and checked my Cell Phone, clicking my tongue when I saw Chinami's message saying she was already heading to the Academy.

It wasn't like I had slept in. We could have just gone together, so why was she so enthusiastic?

I washed up quickly and drove over. Finding the Academy's main gate firmly shut, I looked for a place to park nearby.

After exchanging a brief greeting with the security guard, I headed inside.

As I approached the Club Room, I spotted Chinami from behind, already changed into her Kendo Uniform.

She was humming an odd... but somehow endearing tune with her unique, slightly nasal voice.

She was even doing a bizarre little dance—spreading her arms wide, tapping her hips, and using the bounce to throw her arms wide again. Smiling in amusement, I deliberately scuffed my shoes as I walked toward her.

"Good morning, Master."

"Ah, Junior. You're here. Renka should be arriving shortly, so let's wait and go in together."

"Sure, let's do that. But why the Training Uniform?"

"Because we're at the Club Room. The Training Uniform is comfortable to move around in, so I like it."

Weren't everyday clothes usually better for moving around?

The Training Uniform was pretty high-maintenance... But since it was Chinami, I decided not to question it.

"I guess I should change too, then."

"Excellent. Would you like some peaches?"

"Let's eat after we finish cleaning."

"Then the three of us can eat together once Renka arrives."

"The President is coming too?"

"Yep."

And she hadn't even reported to me?

I could understand Chinami keeping quiet, but for my slave Renka to stay silent about it... It made my desire to properly discipline her flare up.

"I see. We've been away for a while, so a lot of dust must have settled in the Club Room."

"It hasn't piled up that much."

"Really?"

"Yes. I came by to clean every so often."

"By yourself?"

"Yes."

I looked down at Chinami's bright expression and frowned slightly.

"I told you to call me if you needed to clean. It hurts my feelings that you wouldn't listen."

"Ah... I was just worried it would be a bother to you, Junior..."

"How is it a bother when we're both managers? I can't just let this slide. I'll have to punish you."

"Whaaat...? I'm getting punished for cleaning...?"

"It's a punishment for not doing it together."

"H-How could this be..."

A pang of guilt crept up on me as I saw her deeply shocked expression.

She hadn't caught the playful tone at all and took my words completely literally. I figured she'd probably be like this for the rest of her life.

"I'm just joking."

"Oh... is that so?"

"Yeah. I was just messing with you."

"Phew...! I see...!"

Chinami breathed a sigh of relief, sweeping a hand over her chest.

Judging by her reaction, she must have thought I meant some kind of corporal punishment, like a whipping.

Scratching my head awkwardly, I spotted Renka walking toward us in the distance and stepped behind Chinami.

I grabbed one of Chinami's arms and lifted it high for Renka to see, slowly waving it back and forth.

"What are you doing...?"

Renka quickened her pace and questioned me as she approached.

I finally let go of Chinami's arm and replied.

"Saying hello."

"...Right."

"You aren't going to say it back, President? That's a bit cold... Don't you think?"

I leaned my face close to Chinami's, blatantly demanding her agreement. Flinching slightly, she nodded.

"Y-Yes... it is a bit cold..."

Renka immediately scowled and glared at me.

"I told you to stop bothering Chinami."

"Who's bothering anyone? Stop making up conspiracy theories for no reason."

"You're pathetic..."

As I stared at her letting out a heavy sigh and shaking her head, Renka shrank back a little and awkwardly cleared her throat to change the subject.

"L-Let's just go inside and clean now."

She took the lead and stepped toward the Club Room. But the moment I lightly swatted her rear, she jumped out of her skin and frantically glanced around.

"Eek...! W-What are you doing...?!"

There was one major benefit since having our threesome.

It was that I could act without having to walk on eggshells around the other heroine.

Just like now. Even though I had smacked Renka's backside right in front of Chinami, neither of them cared about what the other thought; they were only worried about whether someone else might have seen.

"My bad. Let's go."

Offering a half-hearted apology with a casual wave of my hand, I strolled right past Renka as she glared at me with fiery eyes.

"H-Hurry and come inside, close friend."

Following me into the Club Room as if being pulled along, Chinami cautiously gestured for Renka to come in.

Muttering something under her breath that I couldn't quite catch, Renka trailed in after us.

Mm... I felt great today, too.

This kind of everyday happiness wasn't something easily found.

Let's just spend the day in high spirits.

Tap.

"Meung-at."

Smack!

"Hyaah!"

As I expressed affection toward their rears, their reactions matched their respective personalities perfectly.

I had barely grazed Chinami with my fingertips, earning her signature, slightly nasal and quirky squeak.

Meanwhile, I had used a bit of wrist snap to swat Renka rather hard, prompting a loud scream as if she had just seen a ghost.

"Ah, geez...! Why did you hit me so hard...?!"

Renka rubbed her backside, her voice thick with unfairness.

Shrugging, I stepped up behind a blinking Chinami and hugged her, wrapping my arms just beneath her breasts.

Then, I answered Renka in a teasing tone.

"Because the President has bad manners."

"Get your facts straight...! The only one with bad manners here is you, raising your hand against a sunbae-nim...!"

"Raising my hand? I only did it out of affection, yet you're hurting my feelings again."

"So you can just hit me if you like me?"

"I didn't hit you. Don't twist my words like that."

"Twisting what...? Anyone could see you hit me... God, you're so annoying..."

Hearing her grumble in that completely sulky tone only made me want to hit her again.

Ever since I slept with her earlier, I had been feeling these kinds of urges constantly. Was there really any reason to hold back?

"Both of you, calm dow—meut...?!"

Chinami, who had been trying to stop Renka and me, firmly bit her lower lip and hunched her upper body forward.

It was because I had slipped a hand right between her breasts and curled my fingers, lightly tickling the sides of her chest through her thin Training Uniform.

Taking it a step further, I continuously blew air onto the back of her neck—her primary erogenous zone. She simply couldn't withstand it.

"W-We have to... clean... Ah...! Ah!"

Every time I pressed my lips against the nape of her neck and drew in air, Chinami's body twitched to the rhythm.

Renka must have felt embarrassed watching her, as she turned her head slightly to the side and muttered.

"You really should clean... instead of bothering people..."

At that, I let my hands slide down to Chinami's waist and furrowed my brow.

"What was that?"

"...What."

"Master already cleaned the place up, so we don't actually have much left to do. Now that I think about it, this is a bit harsh."

"What is...?!"

"Master cleaned the Club Room all by herself, while the person calling herself President hasn't even shown her face once... It's not a good look."

"Are you a complete lunatic...?! I tried to clean too! Every time I asked Chinami, she told me I didn't need to come... A-And what about you?! You're a manager, so why did you make Chinami clean all by herself?!"

"Are you saying that if you aren't a manager, you don't have to clean? So cleaning is only Master's job?"

"W-What...? That's absolutely not what I meant!! I just meant..."

Renka held out both hands, waving them wildly in denial.

She must have been incredibly flustered that I was interpreting her intentions entirely differently than she meant.

She should have been a bit more careful with her words... Tsk, tsk.

Our Renka's hot temper was her biggest problem.

"Let's cut the forced excuses."

As I cut her off with an apathetic tone, she flared up, her fists clenching tight.

"You...! Listen to what I'm saying!"

"J-Junior... You're being too harsh on my close friend..."

I guess people always side with those closest to them, huh?

Even while held in my arms, Chinami tried to take Renka's side.

"Meuaat...!"

Pressing down hard on Chinami's lower stomach so she couldn't finish her sentence, I slipped the top of my foot right behind her heel.

Then, walking awkwardly together as if we were in a three-legged race, I shuffled over and locked the Club Room door.

Click.

"W-What...? Why are you suddenly locking the door...?"

Renka flinched, her words stuttering.

It was funny that she went out of her way to ask when she knew my exact objective.

"No reason. Just to clean."

"You're locking the door to clean...?"

"Because we might get sidetracked while cleaning."

"What are you talking about..."

"Shall we go clean the Lounge together?"

"Whatever...! Your true motives are completely obvious...!"

"Let's start with the Women's Lounge. Sound good, Master?"

Press... Press...

"Heumeut...! S-Sure... I'm... fine with it...!"

Pressing down on her various sensitive spots with just enough force to coax a forced agreement, I took the hand of an already panting Chinami and slowly led us toward the Lounge.

"S-Stop bothering her...! Leave Chinami alone...!"

Renka's voice called out from behind with a line straight out of a comic book, but I didn't stop.

Instead, I looked back at her and gave her a stern look, jerking my chin to signal her to follow.

"....."

Gulping, Renka carefully set the Broom and dustpan she was holding down onto the Club Room floor.

Despite what she said, she was secretly looking forward to it.

Having such a perverted slave made this master very happy.