Chapter 115: And the numbers keep going upp

"Yes, of course, it’s a positive thing."

"What was your original image of the Fleshlight Man?"

"I thought it was a rather unsavory image. I’m embarrassed, but..."

"It’s okay."

I would have thought the same.

"Now I can understand why Yuna talks about her brother in such a way."

"Yuna talks about me."

"Yes, she can’t help but brag."

"Do I appear that way to you, Sarika?"

"..."

Sarika stared intently at the edge of my collarbone.

Perhaps not looking directly at my face is her way of managing her gaze?

"...Yes..."

"Is straddling both legs also famous, by any chance?"

"Ah... Yes."

Such rumors certainly spread quickly.

"Is it really true? The rumor that you take ten girlfriends with you everywhere..."

"It’s actually two."

"Two..."

Including the Fleshlights, that makes five.

And if we count the somewhat ambiguous Regina Dean, it’s six.

There was a time when I would’ve loathed myself for even entertaining such thoughts.

But now, I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to it.

Upon further reflection, it seems inevitable that I’d be misunderstood as having ten girlfriends.

"Why not? Sarika, would you like to join?"

It was merely a lighthearted joke to ease the atmosphere.

But Sarika takes it rather seriously.

"If I say yes, will you let me in?"

"Uh?"

It was an unexpected turn of events.

"Do you like me?"

"...Yes. Since the first time we met..."

...I’m bewildered.

I feel like I understand why pretty women are so flustered when they receive an unexpected confession from an ordinary man.

It’s not that Sarika is just an average heroine, but...

A confession between a man and woman was, for me, an extraordinary event perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.

Is it really possible to so easily confirm each other’s feelings and find mutual understanding?

Did she truly like me that much?

I can’t help but have these thoughts.

"You shouldn’t tease your senior like that just because I have a promiscuous reputation."

First, I’ll feign ignorance.

"I... I’m sorry."

Sarika seems utterly disheartened, as if she believes she’s been rejected.

"Wouldn’t you prefer being the first girlfriend of a man who only has eyes for you rather than being my nth girlfriend?"

I gently reassured her.

Sarika mumbles her response.

"More than being another man’s first girlfriend..."

"Yes?"

"Actually, I prefer being the nth girlfriend of a handsome senior."

"..."

Well, that’s surprising.

A first-year student, so bold...

[Fleshlight Aptitude Assessment]

No! Why is this suddenly turning on?

If I discover my Fleshlight aptitude now, I’ll be the only one left out!

[Sarika Milphy]

[Difficulty Level: D (crossed out): None] [Fleshlight Aptitude Grade A]

A charming junior with her brown hair tied up. [She fell in love with you at first sight.]

How should I treat a junior girl who fell in love with me at first sight?

I have absolutely no data in my life to refer to in such a situation.

"Thank you for confessing."

Sarika, sensing something amiss, lowered her head.

"I need to correct one thing too. When I said you should date someone other than me, I didn’t mean it sincerely."

"Really?"

I whispered into Sarika’s ear.

"I think you’re pretty too."

After confessing his true feelings, he gently embraced Sarika.

The sensation of a petite and endearing junior clinging to his body was exhilarating.

Like a vampire, he buried his head in the nape of Sarika’s neck, sucking and leaving a trail of kiss marks.

"Ah, oh..."

Sarika seemed slightly startled by the unexpected intimacy.

Nevertheless, she gradually allowed her first boyfriend to touch her.

"Senior..."

"Did you fall in love with my face?"

"At first, yes, but then I saw your accomplishments."

"Be honest."

Sarika admitted the truth.

"...Yes, I fell for you when I saw your face. I just fell in love. I’m sorry for being a promiscuous junior."

He understood all too well.

During his school years, he had a long history of unrequited love, never really knowing why he was attracted to someone. It simply felt right. Sarika felt the same way.

She had fallen for him the moment she laid eyes on him. He wanted to reciprocate her affection.

"I’ve made amends. Now we face each other as equals."

"Yes... Senior..."

Sigh.

The nape of Sarika’s neck emitted a tantalizing scent.

After embracing and nuzzling Sarika a little longer than I had with Isolde, her face flushed a deep shade of red. I’m trying to grow fond of Sarika too.

I lean in and kiss her as my heart desires.

"Ah... Huh!?"

Sarika’s eyes widen in surprise.

"I’m glad you accepted my confession, but... Won’t there be an order to these things?"

She seems annoyed, as if I had stolen a kiss from her lips.

"You’re right."

But my actions felt natural.

It was Sarika who had asked to join my harem. When you have one girlfriend, it’s easier to make three out of two than to make two out of one. The analogy to a speed bump would be that there’s less turbulence.

I possess a strong sense of suspense and have embraced Sarika without faltering.

"If Sarika doesn’t want to do this, I’ll go to Elle and ask her for a kiss."

"...Really?"

As the master of the harem, I teach Sarika that there’s nothing to regret.

"Elle would no doubt accept."

Playing hard to get? Sarika can give it a try if she wants.

But you should also know that during this time, I’ll be brushing against another and indulging in some intimate moments!

"Is that alright?"

Sarika lifted her chin and slightly opened her mouth.

"It’s not alright."

"What should we do?"

"Do it to me, not Elle. My dear senior."

That’s the spirit.

I delight in receiving Sarika’s first kiss.

With a tender *smooch*, we share a kiss.

I embrace and kiss our adorable junior, who diligently helps in the dungeon.

As I slipped my tongue into her mouth, a peculiar pleasure washed over me.

"Ah, mmm"

Her tongue seemed to be taken aback.

Sarika’s tongue was rather passive, but that made it all the more enjoyable.

I kissed her and then eagerly sucked her tongue.

My junior’s mouth tastes so delightful...

As I rubbed my erect cock against Sarika’s body, I made no attempt to conceal my arousal.

"*Chup... Chup... Chururup...*"

Sarika gradually grew accustomed to it.

"*Chup... Chww... Tzz...*"

Our deep, passionate kiss.

We didn’t settle for innocent pecks like children. Naturally, I explored Sarika’s mouth with my tongue and fervently sucked on it.

He passionately kissed her, as if to declare himself as her boyfriend.

As I let my saliva flow into her mouth, Sarika suddenly closed her teeth in surprise.

"Um, oh!?"

"Ouch."

My lips were scratched.

Sarika seemed at a loss.

"I’m sorry. It’s my first time... I was nervous. I didn’t know that would happen."

"It’s okay. Let’s try again."

*Smooch* *smooch*

Sarika sucked, blending our saliva together.

This time, Sarika assisted me with her tongue as well. Ah, the second kiss definitely felt more comfortable.

Her movements gradually adjusted to my preferences.

"*Chu. Chu...*"

As Sarika accepted my saliva with her tongue, she savored the taste.

"*Haah... Hmm... Gulp...*"

I made her taste it with our very first kiss.

Feeling a hint of accomplishment, I caressed her affectionately.

Sarika gazed up at me with a dazed expression.

"Is this the kind of kiss you wanted to give me?"

"Yes."

"Senior, you’re quite the pervert."

"Do you dislike it?"

"If you want to do it again, please let me know."

Right now.

I kissed Sarika once more.

This time, Sarika is somewhat passive, but she places her mouth on mine and sucks with intensity.

It was a good time to confirm each other’s feelings.

"Wait, just a moment."

I catch Sarika as she tries to leave.

"Where are you going? It’s dangerous outside the cave."

"To keep watch."

"If it’s about keeping watch, the skeleton is already doing it."

Sarika speaks with difficulty, her cheeks blushing.

"The restroom..."

"...Sorry. Go ahead."

"You mustn’t follow me."

"Alright."

"You can’t listen either."

Sarika hastily goes off to attend to her business.

How adorable...

In the meantime, I enter my tent and arrange my belongings. The skeleton stands guard in place of a night watch, so I take off my ammo belt and lie down comfortably.

A small space where I can stretch my legs and sleep by myself.

I’ve placed a lot of NTR hot packs beneath the empty foothold, making it subtly cozy, like a heated mat.

A lantern hanging from the ceiling casts a soft crimson light.

"Senior."

It’s Isolde’s voice.

"Come in."

With a rustle, the tent zipper opens, and Isolde enters.

As I bent down, I glimpsed the firm thighs underneath the school uniform skirt, causing my cock to already become erect. It’s odd not to be aroused after kissing Sarika like that.

Today, I couldn’t help but think we might cross a line.

"Are we still broadcasting?"

"Yes. Before turning it off, we have to do that."

"That? Oh."

"But I never thought I’d end up biting and sucking with Sarika."

*Jealousy, haha*

*I’m losing it.*

In the end, I blurted it out.

"...Were you watching by any chance?"

"It’s a cave. Can you imagine how well the sound echoes?"

I feel slightly embarrassed.

"You really were an alpha male, seducing one woman after another. A playboy."

"..."

There was no denying the truth, so it didn’t hurt.

"You came to my tent knowing everything. You."

"Yes."

Huh? What has she prepared?

"Why are you suddenly crawling like a cat?"

"..."

" let’s... um, try again."

"Alright..."

It’s evident that she has been given a peculiar mission. Sol crawled towards me on all fours before speaking in a flirtatious voice.

"Devour me, Meow!!"

*Whoosh!*

Donations exploded with immense force.