The four of us moved swiftly through the hallways.
Shizu and Haruko flanked like a pair of wolves herding their prey. Their grips on my arms were firm and possessive while not giving any student a mont to point at us.
Komoe trailed just a step behind, her soft footsteps barely audible over the noise of the school’s air conditioning.
Given how these two girls pushed close to the edge in the conference room, my cock was still half-hard and straining against my pants despite my efforts to tuck it away.
With ten minutes on the clock, they clearly had every intention to finish what they started.
“You two… Is it just or has your boldness got amplified now that you’re together?” I asked while allowing myself to be led by them.
Shizu’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. “Maybe? Numbskull, you didn’t think we’d leave you hanging after all that, did you? Besides… we all could use a break. It’s quite stressful to sit there for so long and deal with most of the club president’s nonsense.”
Haruko leaned in closer, blowing her hot breath in my ear. “She’s right, hubby. We’re both starving from your affection, you know? And ten minutes isn’t much but that’ll do for now… Isn’t that right, Komoe-chan?”
Komoe let out a small, flustered squeak from behind us, and I glanced back to see her cheeks flaming red, her eyes wide as she clutched the stack of papers tighter.
She’d caught on, alright, but the reality of what was about to happen seed to hit her all at once. I gave her a reassuring nod but before I could say anything, Shizu tugged around a corner toward a narrow stairwell tucked away near the back of the building.
“Here,” She said decisively, pushing open the door to the rarely-used storage room at the base of the stairs.
Yep. This was one of the obscured places that I found before. Since we had all those empty club rooms to use, I never had the chance to return here.
Inside was cramped, dimly lit by a single flickering bulb overhead and cluttered with old desks, dusty boxes, and stacks of forgotten books. It was quite similar to the one the Student Council was using to store what the shut-downed clubs left behind, except there was more space here than there.
Haruko and Shizu pushed inside first and then, they had Komoe follow after us before shutting the door behind them with a soft click.
The air inside was thick with the scent of old paper and faint mildew, but that didn’t seem to deter either Shizu or Haruko. Their eyes glinted with a mix of determination and hunger as they turned to face , the cramped space only amplifying the intensity of the mont.
Shizu stepped forward first as she pressed herself against my chest. Her fingers slid up to grip my collar, pulling down slightly so our faces were inches apart.
“Numbskull, I’m jealous of Minami-san. What will you do about this?” Shizu said in a whisper as she claid my lips, the heat from our bodies instantly heightening our desire for each other, “Did you think we’d just let that slide?”
“Oh? My Shizu is being vocal about her jealousy? Now this is new.” I answered with a grin after our lips separated. I then turned to Haruko with a questioning gaze.
Haruko bit her lips and nodded, confirming that she felt the sa way.
“You didn’t answer , numbskull. What are you going to do about it?” Shizu repeated, her voice laced with a dangerous amount of sweetness. She kept on pecking my lips as if she couldn’t get enough of it.
Before I could respond, Haruko pressed herself against my side, her curves molding into as she let out a soft, teasing hum.
“Yeah, hubby, you’ve been spreading your charm a little too freely today. I get that you’ve been charming Minami. But must you show that to us? She’s all flustered when she showed up. What did you two do before coming to the conference room?”
As she said that, Haruko grinned wickedly, already tugging my pants down past my hips, freeing my cock from its confines. It sprang up, fully erect now, the tip glistening faintly from the earlier teasing.
Komoe swallowed hard, her blush deepening, but she didn’t move to leave. Instead, she shuffled closer, setting the papers down on a box before hesitantly stepping toward us.
Shizu glanced at her briefly, her expression softening for a mont. “Co here, Komoe. You’re now part of this too. Let’s get this guy to pay for making us jealous.
The way she said that was like an invitation wrapped in a command. Then her attention snapped back to , her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Well? We’re waiting.”
I exhaled, my hands instinctively settling on Shizu’s hips as I pulled her closer, closing the remaining distance between us. “If you’re jealous, then I’ll just have to make it up to you, won’t I?”
I leaned in to capture her lips again. This ti, the kiss was deeper, hungrier. My tongue entwined with hers as she lted into , a soft moan escaping her throat.
After that, I turned to Komoe, stretching my hand for her to take.
Haruko’s knees hit the dusty floor with a soft thud, her hands swiftly finding my thighs, leaning in to steady herself.
Her eyes shone with a hint of mischief as she tilted her head up, locking gazes with for a brief mont before her attention dropped to my exposed cock, standing rigid and pulsing with need.
She licked her lips as she whispered, “Hubby, ti to pay up.”
Before I could respond, her warm, wet mouth enveloped the tip, her tongue poking the sensitive underside with a precision that instantly made my lower body jolt from the pleasure.
I bit down hard on my lower lip, stifling the groan that threatened to spill out. The cramped storage room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of our arousal.
Shizu’s arms wrapped tightly around my head. Her breaths ca in short, sharp bursts as she watched Haruko work. Her jealousy hadn’t faded, if anything, it fueled her.
She tilted her head as she nibbled my earlobe before whispering, “Numbskull, you have to hold it in for ten minutes, or else, I won’t let you slip away later for your visit to the clubhouse.”
Her hand slid down my chest. Her fingertips pressed against my skin through my shirt until she reached my waist.
She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, not far from where Haruko’s lips were clasped and gave it a firm, possessive squeeze.
The dual sensation of Haruko’s eager sucking and Shizu’s commanding grip sent another jolt of pleasure through as my hips twitched involuntarily.
I glanced at Komoe, who stood frozen a few steps away, her wide eyes darting between the three of us. She failed to take my hand because Haruko sohow blocked her path, and upon seeing what was happening, her cheeks were now a vivid scarlet.
Her hands fidgeted nervously at her sides as she looked at with the sa flas of desire present in her eyes.
I extended my hand again, “Komoe, co closer. You don’t have to just watch.”
She hesitated, her lips parting as if to protest, but then Shizu turned her head slightly, her tone softening. “He’s right. You’re with us now. No point in standing there like a statue.”
That seed to snap Komoe out of her trance.
With a small, shaky nod, she stepped forward, her fingers brushing mine as she took my hand. I pulled her gently toward , guiding her until she stood at my other side where Haruko once stood. Her body trembled slightly but her eyes locked on the scene unfolding below.
Haruko pulled back for a mont, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock as she grinned up at us.
“Look at you, getting all soft with Komoe-chan. Don’t forget about down here.” Without waiting for a reply, she dove back in, taking deeper this ti, her throat constricting around as she bobbed her head with shaless enthusiasm.
“Who says I forgot about you?” I placed a hand on top of her head, tucking her hair behind her ear to give a clear view of her beautiful face. Then, I instinctively thread through her hair, guiding her rhythm as my other arm slipped around Komoe’s waist, pulling her closer to my side.
She glanced up at , parting her lips as if waiting for to take it.
Komoe sucked in her breath as I drew her closer. Her lips quivered slightly as the gap between our lips closed. I kissed her in a slow yet passionate motion, tasting the faint sweetness of the soda she’d sipped earlier. Her response was adorable. Her tongue shyly brushed against mine, but as I deepened the kiss, she lted into as a quiet whimper escaped her throat.
Ten minutes, huh? Won’t that be too short? Especially with the three of them here…
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