"At home, you don't need to wear those padded bras, right? Ahem, it feels… unsatisfying to touch like this!"
"Just give me a moment to finish my homework, alright? Honestly, how impatient can you be… Men in heat are insufferable."
Hayasaka shot him a disdainful glance downward, forcing herself to endure the discomfort as she continued scribbling on her notebook.
—The padding isn't for your benefit… You already know my real size.
Indeed, Hayasaka only wore padding to outshine the flatter figures of Eriri and Sora. Though her own size was modest, the edge of a C over their A was better than a B.
"Come on, give it a quick rub."
Kagura unzipped his pants, pulling out his erection and placing it near her hand.
"…Are you planning to finish on my homework?"
Hayasaka hastily moved her notebook out of reach, turning to glare at him with weary exasperation.
"Oh~ That sounds tempting!"
Kagura's excitement surged, his arousal visibly intensifying.
Click!
Hayasaka swiftly brandished the compass needle, twirling it like a pen. Kagura coughed awkwardly, retreating a few steps.
"Phew…" Hayasaka, expressionless, capped the needle and propped her cheek on her hand, eyeing his swaying erection. With a yawn, she grasped it, giving it a few casual strokes while glancing sideways. "Later… should I wear stockings?"
"Why bring that up?"
"Hm? If you're not interested, never mind…"
Hayasaka secretly rejoiced.
—I thought you were fixated on Yukinoshita's knee-highs or the pantyhose of Kasumigaoka Utaha and Sakurajima Mai, hoping I'd play substitute for your fetish. Guess I'm the only one in your eyes now.
"No big deal. Stockings or not, I'd still be licking those legs of yours, wouldn't I?"
"Pervert. We've got a proud pervert here."
"Ahem…"
Kagura extended his fingers for Hayasaka to lick. She complied with a scowl, simultaneously stroking his erection. The sight of her saliva glistening on his fingertips, trailing from her soft lips, set his desires ablaze.
"By the way…" Kagura glanced at the partition door connecting her room to his, nodding toward it. "One of my boxers seems to have vanished. Hayasaka, did you sneak it to sniff in your bed—ow, ow, ow! You bit me!"
Kagura yanked back his fingers, which she'd been licking so pleasantly, wincing as he shook them.
"Master Kagura, could you have a shred of self-awareness?" Hayasaka covered her mouth, her voice dripping with disdain. "Your boxers? I wouldn't touch them, let alone look at them. If you were a radiant young maiden, I might consider borrowing your panties to study their style."
Despite her words, her hand never paused its steady rhythm on his erection.
"Strange…" Kagura licked his saliva-coated fingers, savoring the taste with a smack. "And have you been slacking? Not instructing the maids to wash my boxers properly?"
"First, I never slack. Second, what's wrong with your boxers besides one going missing?"
"Well… it's hard to say. Just a feeling," Kagura scratched his head, leaning close to whisper in her ear. "I change into fresh boxers daily, but sometimes there's an odd scent."
—Like a girl's panties soaked in her arousal, with that indescribable, tantalizing allure.
Having sniffed Hayasaka's drenched panties countless times, Kagura knew the scent matched perfectly when her excitement soaked through—only the fabric differed.
"You probably tossed them somewhere, forgot to wash them, and then wore them again, didn't you?"
Hayasaka's expression grew increasingly scornful. She released his erection, covering her face with both hands. "Please, stop boasting about sniffing your own filthy boxers and claiming they're missing. Next time, just throw them in the laundry basket for the maids to handle. You're not embarrassed, but I am… ugh—"
Seated, Hayasaka shook her head vigorously, stomping her feet, torn between laughter and tears but too mortified to laugh aloud, her face flushed with awkwardness.
"It wasn't you wearing my boxers to pleasure yourself and then slipping them back into my drawer, was it?"
"Why would I do something like that? What kind of woman do you take me for? I never imagined I'd be accused of something so humiliating…"
Hayasaka, feeling utterly wronged, covered her mouth, her voice thick with a nasal whine, teetering on the edge of tears.
"…Was I overthinking it?"
"What other explanation could there be?" Hayasaka muffled her face, grumbling. "You're not so narcissistic as to think every maid in this house is secretly in love with you, are you?"
"No, no… Just look at Sora's reactions. Besides you, she's the most representative maid here."
"Why bring up Sora now?" Hayasaka parted her fingers slightly, peeking through, blinking rapidly before lowering her voice. "Don't tell me… you're thinking of…?"
"Ahem…" Kagura leaned on her desk, turning his head and rubbing his chin with feigned nonchalance. "Living with such an adorable girl for years—wouldn't it be rude not to have some thoughts?"
"In plain terms, you want to thrust that grotesque, thick rod into little Sora's tight, delicate slit, lick every inch of her body, fondle her tender, flat chest, and pump her womb full of your foul, pungent seed. That's it, right?"
Hayasaka's face darkened, her tone flat and emotionless as she interrogated him.
"That's not plain at all! Don't describe it so vividly! I can picture it, you know!"
Kagura waved his increasingly engorged erection, caught in a dilemma.
"Master Kagura, you're a depraved beast. To think you'd target a pure, innocent girl like Sora…"
With that, Hayasaka slid her chair closer, leaned down, and with an "Ahh—" enveloped his erection in her mouth.
"Ah…" The warm, soft embrace of her lips and tongue elicited a blissful sigh from Kagura. Eyes closed, he savored the sensation, drawing in a sharp breath. "For a normal teenage guy, seeing a cute girl like Sora… it's only natural to have some thoughts, right?"
Hayasaka didn't respond, merely glaring up at him. She deftly unbuckled his belt, briefly releasing his erection to forcibly tug down his pants.
"Ow, ow, ow! Are you trying to snap my dick off?"
"That would cut my hidden workload by more than half, wouldn't it?"
"That's not work—it's our agreement!"
Just as Kagura moved to reinsert himself and shed his pants, Hayasaka took charge, handling the process. Of course—she'd been teasing him on purpose.
"Only someone like me, who grew up with you, can tolerate this," Hayasaka said, her expression laced with disgust as she flicked his erection with her fingertips, clicking her tongue. "Imagine showing this grotesque, filthy monstrosity to Sora. How do you think she'd react?"