157 Miharutaki: Setting Aside the Facts, Are You Completely Without Fault?
Today, with nothing pressing to do, they idly listened to music in the entertainment quarters.
Hikigaya Hachiman rested both hands behind his head, sitting comfortably on the Baseball Club's sofa, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.
This was all to create the solid impression that he had formally joined the Baseball Club.
Now, after every class and after school, he made a point to head straight there.
Since there were no other members left, Hikigaya Hachiman now shamelessly enjoyed an emperor-like treatment within the Baseball Club.
Sitting side by side with Yumeko, he absentmindedly played with the hair of the Ougatou sisters while listening, eyes closed, to the girls' gossip.
Soft warmth in his arms, fragrant breezes against his face~
Hikigaya Hachiman glanced subtly at Miharutaki Sakura, who sat on his right.
It seemed this senior had awakened a rather incredible fetish:
though no one had forced her, she had taken off her outer clothes herself and now wore only lingerie during club activities.
The deep ravine of her cleavage was like a black hole, threatening to devour Hikigaya's gaze.
Moreover, her discarded clothing was spread across Hikigaya's lap—
so that if someone pushed open the door, he could immediately cover her body.
Glancing to his left, he saw Yumeko also looking quite relaxed,
saying nothing about Hikigaya's arms encircling the girls, and simply enjoying the stimulation unfolding before her.
It was like those certain videos—
where the gym instructor, unseen husband, and the wife play out familiar scenarios.
"Speaking of which, Hikigaya-sama, do you know who the mysterious person was that sent the blackmail video yesterday?"
Miharutaki Sakura voiced her concern.
If the video were leaked... it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
At this point, she was already Hikigaya Hachiman's private livestock,
and she could call him "Hikigaya-sama" quite naturally now.
Compared to her earlier resistance, her will to rebel had been completely tamed.
Precisely because of that, she didn't want anyone else besides Hikigaya to see that shameful footage.
"Don't worry. I've already had that sneaky person taught a lesson."
"She? It's a girl?" Miharutaki asked.
"Yeah..."
Hikigaya Hachiman was about to say more when—
the clubroom door was kicked open with a loud bang.
"Kyaa—!" Miharutaki Sakura squealed and instinctively shrank into Hikigaya Hachiman's arms.
Hikigaya reacted quickly, draping her outer clothes over her,
shielding her indecent body from prying eyes.
Standing at the doorway, Mibuomi Aoi's eyes were bloodshot,
staring at the disheveled two clinging together.
His trembling finger pointed at them, darting around as if searching for a weapon.
But Hikigaya showed absolutely no guilt.
On the contrary, seeing Mibuomi Aoi's crazed expression only made him feel even more exhilarated.
Important: it wasn't because he was excited about Miboumi being cuckold—
but because he was thrilled to see Mibuomi Aoi completely lose his composure.
Unconsciously, Hikigaya tightened his arm around Miharutaki Sakura.
Feeling the dominating strength from his arm, Miharutaki's face flushed even redder.
She understood: Hikigaya was reminding her—the actress needed to get into character.
Everything is within Hikigaya-sama's plan~
Miharutaki Sakura felt her body go soft with excitement.
Under Hikigaya's cover, she quickly slipped her clothes back on.
But with her now rumpled appearance, she looked even more alluring than when she had been undressed.
"Mibuomi, you should know Hyakkaou Academy's school rules!"
Miharutaki Sakura called out sweetly, making Mibuomi Aoi freeze where he stood.
"Any form of violence is absolutely prohibited.
All disputes must be resolved through gambling."
"You're a student council officer. Are you trying to set an example by breaking the rules?!"
Normally, these words from the Beautification Committee would sound righteously stern—
but coming from Miharutaki's now soft, seductive figure, they had very little authority.
Still, to Mibuomi Aoi—whose lust for power had reached its peak—
her words worked surprisingly well.
He forcibly suppressed his rage, watching with wide eyes as Hikigaya's damned hand caressed his fiancée's arm.
His face turned alternating shades of green and black:
"I... you... you shameless woman!"
"Miharutaki Sakura!
Do you have any idea what your status is?!"
My status?
Miharutaki Sakura blinked and then smiled charmingly.
Then she made an outrageously bold move—
in front of Mibuomi Aoi's eyes, she pressed Hikigaya Hachiman's arm deep into her own indecent cleavage.
"Of course I know—
Right now, I am Hikigaya-sama's personal livestock~"
Hikigaya Hachiman trembled all over, instinctively swallowing hard.
He thought to himself—Miharutaki Sakura was truly terrifying.
Before losing the gamble, she had been so upright and prim.
Now, as private livestock, she was completely uninhibited.
If he put himself in Mibuomi's shoes, he'd probably have fainted from rage already.
But now...
Hikigaya only felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
Deciding to play along with Miharutaki's performance, he tightened his grip even more.
His magically skilled hands fondled Miharutaki's soft skin,
and he spoke with a winner's tone:
"Mibuomi Aoi, did you ever imagine there would be such a day?"
"You never thought your proud, pure fiancée would fall—
and become the private livestock of a nobody like me!"
"Tch, just that slut Miharutaki..." Mibuomi Aoi cursed in fury.
Miharutaki Sakura let out a pink moan and shot him a disgusted glance:
"Why didn't you stop me?
Why did you stand there watching me and Hikigaya-sama do such things?"
"The fact that I became Hikigaya-sama's personal livestock—
don't you bear some responsibility for that?"
"Setting aside the facts—
aren't you at fault too?!"
"…"
An overwhelming sense of rage boiled within Mibuomi Aoi.
Before he could catch his breath, Miharutaki eagerly added more fuel to the fire:
"But you know, Mibuomi—
thanks to you,
I got to experience Hikigaya-sama's strength~"
"Hikigaya-sama's strong body isn't something garbage like you could ever compare to~"
"Don't worry, I won't break off our engagement.
Because Hikigaya-sama likes me even more because I'm your fiancée."
While saying this, Miharutaki slyly extended her slender fingers—
pressing lightly against Hikigaya's forbidden area.
Hikigaya Hachiman gasped sharply—
these lines and moves weren't part of the script he gave her.
This woman had completely immersed herself in the role.
But... wait... I think I heard Yumeko gasp too?
Completely carried away, Miharutaki raised Hikigaya's hand to her cheek and murmured:
"You probably don't know, Mibuomi—
but Hikigaya-sama can do things with just a flick of a finger that would blow your mind~"
Mibuomi Aoi's vision darkened.
An endless fury pounded at his nerves.
He could no longer bear the agony of seeing his fiancée debased by another man.