STEALING SPREE

Before arriving at the conference room where various club presidents were lined up outside to wait for their turn inside, Minami Shouko wriggled out of my hold.

With a final, playful nudge to my shoulder, she landed on her feet, brushing down the creases in her uniform as if to erase any evidence of our little moment.

The warmth in her cheeks had yet to fully fade. However, she masked it well with an exaggerated sigh and a roll of her eyes.

“You’re way too comfortable carrying people around,” Taking half a step forward, she muttered while crossing her arms.

I couldn’t help but reach out for her before she left my arm’s reach, holding her from behind as I replied, “Only when they look good in my arms.”

Her brows twitched. “You’re insufferable, Onoda-kun.”

“And yet, you’re also enjoying this, senpai. Otherwise, you’d storm off right away as soon as I let go of you.”

She had no immediate comeback for that. Instead, her gaze flickered to the turn ahead where we’d be able to see club presidents.

We could only hear them whispering among themselves, but if we showed up like this, another rumor would definitely be created by the end of today.

Minami Shouko inhaled deeply, her fingers twitching slightly before she unlocked my arms and stepped out with a huff.

“Enough already. You’re getting too full of yourself, Onoda-kun”

I chuckled but let her go, stepping back just enough to give her space. “Is that how it feels for you, senpai? I apologize then.”

She shot me a quick glance, half warning and half something else, but didn’t comment further.

Instead, she straightened her posture, squared her shoulders and strode toward the waiting area, her steps steady despite the faintest hint of hesitation.

I watched as she seamlessly slipped back into her composed, responsible role. The flustered girl who had just been nestled in my arms was quickly tucked away beneath the cool, level-headed and unbothered exterior she wore in public.

Interesting.

I followed after her, my eyes naturally scanning the gathered students. The club presidents, vice presidents, and representatives murmured among themselves, glancing quickly at the closed door of the conference room, where Shizu and the others were undoubtedly handling business.

Then, as expected, some of them turned their attention toward us.

Minami Shouko ignored them and addressed me with a warning glance, “You better not act all smug in front of them. I have a reputation to maintain, you know?”

“What kind of reputation, senpai?” I replied playfully, tilting my head in mock innocence.

The girl couldn’t answer right away as Watanabe, who was maintaining the line, walked towards us. Komoe and Kaede followed behind her as the two carried a bag filled with cans of refreshment from the vending machine.

Masato-senpai wasn’t around. Most likely, he was running on an errand again.

After getting the drinks and thanking them, Komoe followed us inside the conference room.

There, my ever-reliable Shizu and Haruko were busily handling the current president seated at the other end of the table.

Shizu, holding a clipboard, efficiently managed the flow of discussions while Haruko posed the follow-up question that tended to stump the club president.

Upon seeing me approach with Minami Shouko and Komoe, the two girls lifted their gaze, a knowing glint flashing in their eyes.

“You’re late,” Shizu said specifically to me.

I shrugged. “I was busy making sure Minami-senpai didn’t overwork herself. Also, here. Komoe bought you some refreshments.”

Minami Shouko, who had just taken a sip from her can of soda, nearly choked. She turned to me sharply with an expression of betrayal and barely-contained exasperation. “You…!”

Shizu and Haruko’s gaze flickered between me and Minami Shouko, their sharp eyes not missing a thing.

I could see the gears turning in their heads and from the way the corner of their lips twitched, they had already pieced together what had delayed us.

Haruko even smirked openly as she stared at Minami Shouko’s slightly flushed cheeks and my relaxed stance.

“Oh? And here I thought you were just taking a detour to charm another one, hubby. Shizu and I will get jealous, you know?” Haruko teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Minami Shouko stiffened slightly beside me, but she recovered quickly, flipping her hair over her shoulder with feigned nonchalance. “If he was, then he failed. I’m not so easily charmed.”

Haruko let out a soft chuckle. “Heh. So, you’re going to deny it, Minami-san?”

Shizu hummed, clearly entertained but unwilling to let the topic derail the meeting. Instead, she sneakily grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Her own way of expressing her slight dissatisfaction.

She then accepted the canned drink from Komoe with a small nod before turning her attention back to the club president seated before her.

While Shizu returned to her work, Haruko gave us instructions on what to do. Komoe got the task of handing out papers while Minami Shouko was tasked to review the applications of the other club presidents waiting outside.

As for me, I ended up sitting between the Shizu and Haruko, my only task was to be sandwiched by them. My presence alone was providing them the relaxation they needed.

Or maybe it’s not just relaxation? After all, Haruko or Shizu would occasionally turn to me, wordlessly asking me to pamper them. But eventually, the two became a little bit bolder as their hands found their way on my thighs.

I remained still, maintaining my composed expression even as I felt the unmistakable touch of their fingers pressing lightly.

Shizu’s touch was subtle, almost absentminded, as she skimmed through the documents in front of her, her index finger tracing small, idle circles against my leg beneath the table, which gradually moved upward until she was eventually tracing the growing bulge in my pants. On the other hand, Haruko was more deliberate, her fingers tapped playfully, as if testing my reaction. But eventually, she couldn’t help herself from pulling my zipper down.

If they were trying to distract me, well… It was working.

I exhaled through my nose, my lips barely curving into a smirk. My gaze flickered toward Minami Shouko, who, despite having taken her place near the entrance, was keenly aware of what was happening under the table.

She narrowed her eyes at me before clicking her tongue, shaking her head in something between disapproval and reluctant amusement.

I could hear her thoughts saying ‘pervert’ at me.

I kept my expression neutral, though the challenge from both Shizu and Haruko was clear.

They were testing me, as they always did when they felt playful, or rather possessive. My hands remained on the table, my eyes turned to the front while I slightly leaned forward, feigning interest in the club president’s report to keep him from noticing.

Beneath the surface, however, Shizu’s fingertips had already followed Haruko inside as they worked together to pull my cock out.

It was a game of restraint. A test of willpower and composure. And as much as I enjoyed their affection, this wasn’t exactly the time or place since we could be caught at any moment.

Yet, neither Shizu nor Haruko seemed inclined to back down.

Shizu kept up her diligent expression as she flipped through the pages of her clipboard, as if she wasn’t slowly wrapping her fingers around my length beneath the table. Her strokes were teasing, unhurried and deliberate. She wasn’t in a rush, she wanted to savor this moment, to assert her quiet dominance.

Haruko, on the other hand, was far more mischievous. While Shizu’s fingers traced subtle patterns along my length, Haruko’s fingertips grazed along the sensitive underside, her movements filled with playful intent. She was watching me closely, waiting for the slightest twitch in my expression, the smallest crack in my carefully controlled exterior.

I exhaled slowly, keeping my posture relaxed even as heat began pooling in my lower abdomen.

The club president across from us remained oblivious, still droning on about his club’s location issue for the upcoming Cultural Festival. If only he knew what was happening at the other side of this long table.

But then, Haruko produced a little accident, dropping a pen, giving her the excuse to go down and retrieve it. She took the opportunity to move between my legs and give my cock a quick, gentle suck that had me biting back a groan.

This girl… what is she thinking?

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