The corners of the man’s eyes drooped as the little girl’s nectary saliva enveloped his tongue.
But the girl seemed even more delighted. Each time she sucked on the man’s tongue, she wiggled her little butt around like she could not contain the joy. Sticky extract trailed down her slender inner thighs.
As for the other girl…
“Ohh, good, good. You’ve really learned how to give head, Ange-chan.”
“Yes… Now I can actually pleasure your impressive cock, Shuntarou-sama.”
The cute girl poked her head up above his fat gut.
As a contrast to the girl named Riselle, she actually looked fully grown. But even if she had wide hips and flesh in all the right places, she was still the same height as Riselle: less than 140cm. She had straight…red hair.
Her small head bobbed up and down as she once more swallowed the incredibly massive shaft hidden by the excess flesh on his stomach. She struggled to get its extraordinary girth and length into her mouth.
She had trouble breathing while forced to pleasure him like this, but she showed no sign of suffering. In fact, her cheeks loosened in a masochistic intoxication.
And while the man indulged in the obedient girls and had them pleasure him with their entire bodies…
“It’s about time we got started.”
“Nn…”
Mutsuki awoke a few minutes before five in the morning.
He stretched and felt a lot more rested than usual. Soon thereafter, Ren called and she must have noticed something in his voice.
“Did you wake up on your own today? Good job.”
That put him in a pretty good mood as he left bed.
…‘‘I dreamed of Lucya.
How many times had he dreamed of playing with that strange girl now?
The dream was slightly different each time. Some days he simply played with her, some days they grew wheat, and some days they harvested fruit.
The only common factor was the idyllic lifestyle they lived.
And that they were always together.
He did not know why he was having these dreams, but he kind of liked them.
He enjoyed dreaming of her.
Almost like he was in love.
And…
“…? Ange?”
He came to a stop after leaving the living room.
Ange was sleeping in the recliner that was reclined and facing the TV.
It was a strange sight. He sometimes saw Micha sleeping there after she got drunk, but it was not like Ange at all.
She seemed to have left last night too, so had she gotten back late and collapsed there?
What was she doing at night? That question came to mind, but she looked so cute when she slept that he smiled bitterly and carried a blanket over to her.
“Nn…”
She must have been a little chilly because, when he placed it over her, she
wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled the blanket over her head.
She was just like a child, so Mutsuki smiled bitterly again.
Lately, they had been leaving for school separately and she had been leaving at night, so they did not get to spend much time together.
That made him feel a little sad, so he watched her cute face as she slept until he absolutely had to leave for school.
September had passed its midpoint and the cultural festival, which would take place at the end of the month, was gradually taking shape.
He had worked so hard toward the beginning that the odd jobs helping out Ren were a lot easier now. The Student Council and everyone else were making good progress on their preparations.
Each class and club was working hard to complete their part of the festival.
However, Mutsuki’s Middle School Class 2-1 had a problem.
“I’ll go talk to the Student Council.”
“Sure. Good luck, bestie.”
After being seen off by an unusually lifeless Sakae, Mutsuki left the somewhat gloomy atmosphere of the classroom.
He knew why.
Since Lucia had ultimately stepped down, they still had not chosen a lead for the play. The Student Council had warned them they had to choose soon.
Mutsuki wished he had not had to give that warning, but…
“Hello.”
He arrived at the Student Council Room.
The Middle School Student Council was made up of six people, including the President, the boy and girl pair of the Vice President and Secretary, and Tanaka-senpai, the former President who was acting as the President’s aide.
The five besides the President accepted Ren as their leader even though she had only retaken the position in the second term and they had been very open with the mysterious worker their leader had brought in. They were all quite friendly to Mutsuki.
Mutsuki, however, was not used to a space filled with upperclassmen.
“Okay, let’s get started on today’s work. Are you ready, Fujita Mutsuki?”
“Yes.”
But he was no longer nervous around Ren at least.
“Phew.”
It had not been easy assigning classroom space for the refreshment shops while taking into account power distribution and the type of food and drink served.
Mutsuki felt dizzy after performing so much arithmetic in confusing units like watts and volts.
The boy had been stuck at a table in the Student Council Room for several hours.
He had just finished up arranging the refreshment shops so it would not trip the breaker. His eyes were bleary after staring at the map of the school for so long.
The sky was already red.
He sat up and stretched in the evening sunlight shining in through the western window.
The announcements telling all remaining students to leave would begin in half an hour or so, so most of the Student Council had already gone home. Mutsuki had just finished his work, so he could leave, too.
He sent Ange an email, thinking they could go home together, but…
“I have business to take care of. Go home on your own.”
He only received that blunt reply.
He collapsed back onto the table and sighed.
Before summer break, those two had been obligated to be together at all times, including on the way home, but the alert level had been lowered for the second term and they no longer made an effort to match their schedules.
Since they lived together, they should have been able to head home together, but…
“Good work.”
“Wah!”
Something cold touched the nape of his neck.
He was so shocked he nearly fell from the chair. He looked back in surprise and saw Ren’s mischievously narrowed eyes and a chilled can of coffee in her hand.
“Thank you.”
He smiled bitterly and accepted it.
This was his tenth day helping her. She sometimes treated him to a drink like this.
Since it was a treat from the upperclassman everyone admired, even a single can of coffee felt like a luxury.
He opened the tab with a satisfying pshh. Ren’s favorite was the relatively-unpopular black coffee sold at the school store. It was a little bitter.
Ren returned to her seat, opened her own coffee, and checked through the paperwork.
“…”
The setting sun dyed the room. While she calmly fulfilled her duties in the red light, the girl appeared inhumanely beautiful.
The way she readily sipped at the bitter coffee made her look like an “adult woman”, so Mutsuki felt a stir in his chest.
He felt his feelings from half a year ago ripen anew.
“Oh, right. Your class.”
“Yes!?”
“Class 2-1 still hasn’t sent us their role for the play. Have they still not decided on
someone?”
“Um…no. Not yet. Sorry.”
He recalled how he had asked about the play’s lead, caused the nearly-complete decision to fall apart, and caused his classmates a lot of trouble.
He also recalled how he had caused Lucia to drop out. The deadline was approaching fast, so Class Rep Sakae had looked fairly troubled.
This was Mutsuki’s responsibility, even if only indirectly. And that put him in a bad mood.
“What is it?”
Ren tilted her head, seeming to have notice his expression.
He tried to shake his head and pretend it was nothing, but he was not skilled enough to completely change his expression so quickly.