STEALING SPREE

As the meeting dragged on, the tension beneath the table only thickened. Shizu and Haruko had settled into a rhythm now, their hands working in tandem with a practiced ease that was both maddening and impressive.

Shizu’s strokes remained slow and gentle, her fingers curling just enough to keep me on edge without pushing me over. Haruko, meanwhile, played the foil, her touch was more erratic, brushing and teasing in ways that contrasted Shizu’s steady control. It was a silent competition between them and my cock was the battlefield.

I had to focus on holding back the groan threatening to escape my lips because of the pleasure they’re bringing me.

My hands rested on the table, fingers tapping idly as if I were merely bored, though every nerve in my body was alight.

The club president’s voice had become nothing but background noise, his words about budget allocations and booth logistics fading away.

My focus was split—half on maintaining my composure, half on the two girls who seemed hell-bent on testing my limits.

Haruko’s fingers tightened briefly around the base of my cock, giving a playful squeeze before she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “You’re holding up pretty well, hubby. Should we step it up?”

I shot her a warning glance, my voice low. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

She mischievously grinned, “But you love it, don’t you?”

Before I could respond, Shizu’s hand shifted, her thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive tip in a way that made my breath get caught in my throat. She didn’t look at me, her eyes remained in front as she tore through the complications of the club president’s proposal. Nevertheless, the slight tilt of her head told me she’d heard Haruko’s taunt and she wasn’t about to let her have the last word.

“Focus, Haruko-san,” Shizu murmured, her tone deceptively calm. “We’re supposed to be working.”

Haruko snorted softly. “Oh, I’m working, alright. Multitasking, even. You talk as if you’re not doing the same, Shizu-chan.”

The way they called each other put on a wry smile on their faces. One was quite formal while the other was too playful.

I wouldn’t be surprised if both of them lost their restraint soon.

However, could they really leave the meeting and just bring me somewhere they could fully indulge with me? There were still a lot of presidents waiting for their turn.

I bit back a groan. They were relentless and the worst part was how seamlessly they played off each other. Shizu’s quiet intensity paired with Haruko’s brazen mischief was a combination I’d grown used to, but never quite prepared for. Not like this, not in a room where we could be caught anytime.

If Watanabe or anyone from outside suddenly enters the room, we’ll be in their view.

Across the table, the club president faltered again, his eyes flickering toward us. “Uh… Onoda-kun, did you have something to add?”

I straightened up, clearing my throat as I forced a neutral smile. “No, just… listening intently. Don’t mind me. The decision lies in them.”

He blinked, seemingly satisfied, and resumed his explanation. I exhaled through my nose, grateful for the distraction. However, it didn’t last. Shizu’s hand resumed its slow, torturous rhythm, and Haruko’s fingers danced upward, brushing just enough to keep me teetering on the edge.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the club president wrapped up his report. Shizu set her clipboard down with a decisive tap. Her expression was as composed as ever despite the subtle flush creeping up her neck.

Haruko meaningfully smiled as she leaned back slightly, stretching her arms overhead with a satisfied yawn, her fingers withdrawing from me at last.

I exhaled silently, relieved for the reprieve. However, the heat they’d stoked lingered stubbornly.

Are they going to leave me like this?”

“Alright,” Shizu said, her voice cutting through the room with authority. “That concludes your deliberation. Based on your proposal, we can give you the location but… the budget you’re asking for is too much for such a small booth.”

“Eh? Isn’t it reasonable?”

“No. What will you do if you fail to make a profit? Can you return it through your own pocket? Bite no more than you can chew. Based on what you presented, we can allocate a smaller budget that aligns with your projected revenue. Take it or leave it.”

The club president opened his mouth to protest, but the firm look in Shizu’s eyes silenced him.

He slumped slightly in his seat, muttering a reluctant, “Fine, I’ll take it,” before gathering his papers and shuffling out of the room.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Shizu turned her attention back to the table, her composure unshaken.

Meanwhile, Haruko crossed her arms with a satisfied smirk. “Well, that’s one down. How many more are out there?”

Komoe, who had been quietly organizing papers near the corner, piped up. “There’s still about five waiting outside. Watanabe-senpai said she’ll send the next one in soon.”

Shizu nodded, her fingers tapping lightly on the clipboard. “Good. We’ll finish this quickly.

Then, with a subtle shift in her tone, she added, “But first, let’s take a short break. Ten minutes. Komoe, wanna come with us? We’ll bring this guy somewhere.”

The room stirred slightly as Komoe and Minami Shouko exchanged glances.

Minami Shouko raised an eyebrow at me, her lips twitching as if she wanted to say something snarky but held back.

Instead, she turned to everyone else before saying, “I’ll go check on Watanabe and the others outside. Keep an eye on… them.”

Her gaze once again shot pointedly toward me, Shizu, and Haruko before she slipped out the door.

On the other hand, Komoe blinked innocently. However, the moment she saw my expression, she finally caught on to what Shizu meant by that.

I quickly tucked my raging cock back inside and zipped up first before answering her, “Komoe, it’s fine. But you understand what we’re going to do, right?”

She blushed and nodded.

I thought she’d be more possessive but Shizu’s gaze softened for a moment as she glanced at Komoe, offering her a small, reassuring smile. I guess her competitiveness only stretched to those like her who wanted to monopolize me.

As for Haruko, she tightened her grip on my arm, her grin widening as she practically tugged me toward the door.

“Come on, let’s not waste time,” Haruko said, her voice brimming with excitement. “Ten minutes isn’t nearly enough, but we’ll make it work.”

Shizu shook her head and immediately took my other side.

Komoe trailed after us, clutching the stack of papers to her chest like a shield, her wide eyes darting between the three of us as if she were still processing what she’d just agreed to.

We slipped out of the conference room, bypassing the line of club presidents still waiting outside.

Watanabe caught sight of us and raised a curious eyebrow. She was about to ask where we were going but Minami Shouko, standing nearby, quickly intercepted her with a murmured explanation. Likely something vague enough to keep her from asking too many questions. I caught Minami Shouko’s eye as we passed, and she gave me a look that was equal parts exasperation and helplessness, shaking her head slightly before turning back to the others.

She’s helping us but she looks like she’s not impressed… Should I pamper her again on the next occasion?

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