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I never imagined a word like “harem” would come out of the mouth of the dead-serious class president.
Fukaho, who had always been on the side of admonishing mixed-gender socializing that crossed into impurity, was now nestled inside my chest.
“Is… is it okay for Fukaho to…?”
“Y-Yes. The girls have already discussed it among themselves, and we’re all on board. To begin with, ‘impure mixed-gender socializing’ is defined as any behavior that hinders the sound development of boys and girls. Now, if we were in peaceful Japan, one might say otherwise, but in this environment—on an desert island—the concept of ‘sound development’ simply doesn’t apply.”
When the era or location changes, the necessary rules change with it.
It’s that old adage: “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
In hindsight, it was obvious, but I feel like very few people can so smoothly switch off ingrained rules.
“I… see.”
“Ikuno-kun is the central figure of this group. Even if you don’t consciously discriminate between your comrades, allowing yourself to be leaned upon because of your kindness isn’t healthy.”
Shion had said something similar.
In her case, the fact that her ability to detect lies wasn’t proving useful in the current situation was likely a factor, too…
Either way, it seemed both of them were convinced that since they had benefited far too much from me—making the situation unhealthy—the formation of a harem to correct that imbalance was acceptable.
“But Fukaho is already contributing amply enough with your magic and knowledge.”
Hearing my words, Fukaho’s face twisted into a look of wounded distress.
“W-wait, so I really just don’t have enough charm?”
Realizing I’d led her on the wrong track, I shook my head vigorously.
“That’s absolutely not it. It’s not about that… I just don’t want you to make a choice out of dutifulness that will leave you regretting it once we’re back on Earth.”
Whether she did it willingly or was pushed into the corner, the same act could mean something entirely different.
“I wouldn’t regret it at all. From the start, I actually… had feelings for you, Tamano-kun.”
“Is that really true?”
“P-please don’t laugh, okay…?”
With that caveat, Fukaho began to speak.
It was about a particular day after class ended.
The teacher found it a hassle to carry the notes collected from the students to the staff room, so he dumped the whole task on the class committee.
It was his usual routine; normally, Fukaho, the class president, and the male vice-president would split up to transport them to the office, but… that day, the vice-president was absent.
But without even noticing this, the teacher left the classroom.
Forty notebooks were too many to carry at once.
Yet, because Fukaho often felt isolated by her classmates, she couldn’t bring herself to ask anyone else for help.
I had been thinking that it would be best if I just handled the round trip alone.
“But, but… Kouno-kun spoke to me and offered his help.”
”…Ah, I remember now. Yes, there was something like that.”
“At that moment, I noticed the Vice Chairwoman was absent, and some of the girls were watching with smirks to see what I would do. I myself was unable to ask anyone for help. It was at such a time that Kouno-kun spoke to me, and it made me very happy.”
“Maybe I helped just because Fukaho is beautiful.”
“Heh, no you didn’t. Since then, I’ve found myself looking at you more often, and I came to know that you help people as if it were the most natural thing in the world.”
The reason Fukaho, who had had an unpleasant encounter with a pair of men after the transfer, trusted me so quickly when we regrouped was because of such circumstances.
”…Then, is it really okay?”
“Eh, yeah. Ah, with you… I wouldn’t mind doing… lewd things… either…”
When she said something like that, expecting me to hold back was the impossible task.
I took Fukaho’s hand and led her to the shade of a nearby tree.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can last until we get back to my place.”
“Mmm. Y-yes, it’s fine. I think I’d have trouble concentrating at home too… worrying about when everyone else gets back…”
Locking eyes beneath the large tree, Fukaho closed her eyes, seemingly waiting for something.
I gently pressed my lips to hers, against her lustrous mouth.
“Mm… I, I actually did it… with you, Kunou-kun.”
The realization that Fukaho, who was so strict with herself and others, had accepted me in this aspect sparked an intense surge of excitement, leading me to overlap our lips again without thinking.
Fukaho’s face showed a hint of surprise, but she didn’t resist; instead, she simply accepted it.
Our breathing became heavy, and the intimacy of our embrace deepened.
Eventually, Fukaho opened her eyes, our gazes intertwining at close range.
Far from the sharp look I usually saw in her, she wore a dazed expression, lost in heat, with glazed eyes.
Knowing that I was the one bringing this out of her only heightened my arousal further.
“K-um… Kunou-kun, something is hitting my stomach…”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that Fukaho is too attractive for me to hold back…”
Fukami lowered her gaze, her eyes locking onto the bulge forming in my pants.
Then, she swallowed hard.
“Y-you’re getting excited and… erecting?…”
She was likely stating it as a fact drawn from a textbook, but hearing those words come from her lips sent a weird jolt through my chest.
“Ah…”
“Don’t apologize, Kuano-kun. May I… assist you with the ejaculation?”
“I-beseech you.”
Fukami knelt before me, her face still flushed, and began unfastening my belt.
Then, as my pants and underwear were pulled down, it was exposed—hard as a pillar striking the heavens.
“T-this is Kuano-kun’s… penis.”
“Fukami… p-penis is a bit too… for…”
“I-i’m sorry. In that case… um… um… your ochinkon?”
That was the word Fukami finally managed to utter after her mental struggle.
For Fukami, so earnest and seemingly untouched by lewd books or internet knowledge, that must have been the only term she could summon.
Though “ochinkon” and such were terms one might hear in childhood from children’s anime or mischievous boys.
“Y-You’re wrong? Um… if you teach me, Kouno-kun, then I’ll try my best…”
Deeply cautious, Fukumou said this.
It was only after arriving at the desert island that I realized that Meko’s and Fukumou’s lack of sexual knowledge could actually serve to stoke one’s own arousal all the more. “I-I’m okay with it. That’s fine.”
“Really? Then, Kouno-kun’s c-crotch… I’ll do my best to stimulate it with my hands and guide you to ejaculation.”
Just that single phrase was already intense, but she hadn’t even touched me yet.
Then, she gently reached out and touched it.
Using both hands, she wrapped them around it softly, murmuring with a look of admiration, “Amazing… s-so hot and hard it gets…”
“F-Fukumou… please move.”
“I-I suppose so. To gain sexual pleasure, stimulation is necessary, right?”
Fukumou’s hands began to move.
Rubbing… rubbing… gently and slowly.
The same hands that usually gripped a mechanical pencil while studying earnestly were now grasping my shaft, trying to bring me pleasure.
As if recalling something, the movement gradually sped up.
Swish… swish… swish.
“No way… Fukaho is with Shiin, too?”
“E-Yeah. You taught me how much you like being used… just to see if things like this might happen… I mean… does it not feel good when I do it with my hands?”
“It does.”
“W-well… is it feeling nice?”
“Ah… yes…”
As I nodded affirmatively, her face relaxed into a look of relief.
“That’s good. Just let me know if there’s anything you need. I’ll do my best to make sure you feel good… Ah, this must be”
Pre-cum began to leak out, staining Fukaho’s pale hand.
“Seminal vesicle fluid… Cowper’s gland secretion. I’ve read that it’s secreted upon feeling sexual arousal… S-so you’re truly getting excited? Fufu… Oh, it really is colorless and odorless… And it has just the right viscosity… S-should I keep stimulating you like this?”
With a slick, sliding motion—slurp… slop—Fukaho continued to handle the rod.
Her intellectual curiosity was piqued, and realizing she was actually giving me pleasure, her expression gradually shifted into one of delight.
But that smile wasn’t innocent; it was a lewd, heat-driven lust. It was shockingly explicit, something completely unimaginable coming from the usual Fukaho.
That was the final blow, and I hit my limit instantly.
“Fukaho, I’m… gaaah!”
“H-What? Ah, wait a moment, please. I forgot to prepare myself—” “Ghh…!”
White, turbid fluid spurted out in violent jets, staining Shinpō’s uniform.
My vision blurred with a dazzling light, my legs trembling so hard from the sheer pleasure they barely held me up.
The throbbing continued for a while, and once it subsided, I looked down at Shinpō.
For some reason, she had the expression of someone who had committed a grave error, her face pale as death.
“Shinpō…?”
“I-I’m sorry, Ku-no-kun. I g-et carried away and skipped st-steps…”
“S-Steps?”
“Well, Shion-san had taught me to casually unbutton your uniform because you like cum on your chest, but I forgot. A-and also, Sennyu-san taught me the specific words to say so you’d have a good orgasm at the end… but in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t remember them…”
Indeed, it seemed the other three were privy to these details as well.
While she didn’t need to follow my sexual quirks with such precision, Shinpō appeared deeply depressed that she had failed to execute what she had been taught.
“Shinpō. It’s okay. It was really… great.”
“N-no. Th-that is. Could you give me one more chance? N-next time I’ll do it right. I’ll try my best to do it like the other girls. So please… don’t be disappointed.”
Shinpō clung to my waist as she said this.
Whether casting a spell that accidentally fizzled out against a boar or felling a nearby tree by mistake, her strong sense of responsibility made it clear that she feared failure intensely.
“I’m not disappointed, I swear.”
“B-buut…”
“Look, if you’d do it for me one more time, that would make me incredibly happy. But don’t get the wrong idea. This isn’t about making up for anything or giving a second chance… The first time was just really good, so I’m asking because I want to do it again.”
“R-really…? You’re not disappointed?”
“Why would I be? Actually, just thinking about you doing it for me…”
Fukami widened her eyes as she looked at my member, which had already regained its full hardness despite having been released only moments ago.
“T-tanooki-kun’s dick… It’s hard again.”
“Yeah. So, can I ask you one more time?”
“Y-Yes, please…”
Fukami reached up to unbutton her filthy uniform shirt, exposing her underwear bit by bit. It was a plain gray sports bra, and its lack of frills or decoration was very much in character for her, suiting her perfectly.
“I-I suppose I should have just left it exposed from the start.”
“That… don’t you find it gross? I think it’s pretty filthy, actually.”
“I-I do feel a bit perverted by it… but as I said earlier, it doesn’t bother me when it’s you.”
“I-see…”
“And besides… I want to make the person I like happy.”
Those words only made him harder.
He became so rigid that he could feel himself bounce off his own stomach.
“Kyaa… h-holy crap… well… Teano-kun, shall we start again?”
After that, I ended up milking Fukuma until his underwear was completely white.
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