"Here, give me the phone," Kagura gently reclaimed it from Eriri, addressing Utaha, "Moshi moshi, I'm back. So, that's the gist—no other guys besides me. That should make it easier for you, right, Senpai? Oh, the others are Megumi Kato from Class F and Ai Hayasaka from Class J."
As he spoke, Eriri rolled on the bed, throwing a tantrum, pounding the sheets alternately with her fists, wailing, "No way~~! No, no, no~~! Cancel the pool party, cancel it! Waaah~~~"
Utaha, having just slipped on her pantyhose, stifled a laugh at Eriri's "background noise" for a few seconds before replying with composure, "I assume Kaguya-kun has informed the others about the swimsuit plan. Canceling now would be quite improper. If Sawamura Eriri is so averse to swimming, she can stay on the shore in casual clothes. Meetings can happen there, after all."
"Fair point," Kagura nodded, glancing at Eriri, still thrashing and flinging her hair. "Eriri, quit whining. You proposed the plan, I notified them, and now you're backtracking?"
"Waaah—!! Even you're ganging up on me?!" Eriri clutched Kagura's waistband, tears streaming. "If you hadn't hogged all the nutrients in Mom's womb, would I be this short?!"
"Uh, have you ever gone hungry since birth? Height's not the issue, it's your—"
Kagura's gaze lingered on Eriri's flat chest.
"Wanna die? Don't you know this runs in the family?!" Eriri stopped crying, glaring with gritted teeth, her eyes darting to Kagura's crotch threateningly.
True, Sayuri was even flatter than Eriri.
"Ahem, never mind." Kagura turned back to Utaha on the phone. "Sorry you had to hear that."
"A trifle, no need to mind. So, Kaguya-kun, what time should I leave tomorrow, and how do I get there?"
"Send me your address, Senpai. I'll have a car pick you up between 1:00 and 1:15."
"Understood. Thank you. Oh, and Sawamura Eriri, stop crying. I'll bring a lollipop for you tomorrow."
"What's with that patronizing tone? I don't want your lollipop—eat it yourself!"
Eriri snatched the phone, barked her retort, and hung up.
"Here," she tossed it back to Kagura, flopping down, propping her chin, muttering, "Qiong won't swim. She'll just run errands."
"Fine." Kagura shrugged, glancing at Qiong's door, then pointing to the bathroom. "Go shower. You call this a high school girl?"
"No way!" Eriri hurled a pillow at him, baring her small fangs in protest. "It's a long holiday, I'm home, parents are gone—can't a JK slack off? Deadlines are tight, what can I do? Hmph!"
"…Biting the hand that feeds you? Whatever, wash or don't." Kagura dropped the pillow, shrugged, and left.
Barely out of Eriri's room, his phone rang. Checking it—Saki Kawasaki? He'd given her Golden Week off. Was she asking him out?
Without overthinking, he dashed to his room, answering, "Hey, Saki? What's up?"
"You… huff—huff—" Saki panted heavily. "Can… you come… out? Huff, I'm beat…"
"What? Come out? Where?"
Kagura leaned against his door, puzzled.
"You're… home, right? To… your house, where else? Ahh—so hot, dying here."
"Wait, you're at my gate? Didn't I give you time off?"
"Hasaka said you're hosting… huff—a meeting tomorrow… He's taking leave, so… he asked if I could cover."
Saki knew she only needed to arrive by 9:00 AM, but she wanted to see Kagura sooner, rushing over by bike without changing. She could swap into a maid outfit at the house—clothing wasn't an issue. "Oh? Alright, wait there. I'm coming."
Hanging up, Kagura started out but paused, realizing Nao and Ai's near-identical looks might raise suspicions if they were both around. He told Nao to take two days off, letting her tidy the maid's room, then grabbed a parasol and an Inowater sports drink before heading out.
Along the way, he mused: from seeing Ai twenty-five minutes ago to her notifying Saki, she'd biked frantically in the heat, only to be stopped at the gate since it wasn't her workday.
"Ai's great at delegating, but couldn't you tell security to let Saki in?" Kagura muttered, spotting Saki slumped over her bike's handlebars, gasping in the garden.
Unbeknownst, Ai was in a first-floor room, disguised as Butler Hasaka, watching Kagura's back, thinking: Sorry for the trouble, but a maiden stopped at the gate, greeted by her young master with a parasol and drink—isn't that romantic?
After years with Kagura, Ai could predict his moves. Tomorrow, she couldn't be both Ojousama Ai and Hasaka, and her mother couldn't cover. Kagura without a personal attendant? Unacceptable. Ai wouldn't let him lose face.
At the gate, Kagura gaped. Saki, drenched in sweat, her white tee clinging to her alluring figure, revealed her E-cup breasts and black bra. Her flushed, sweaty, panting state left him momentarily entranced.
—She rushed for me. I need to earn enough points and a golden apple for her… Wait, can Renka trigger a golden apple?
Kagura spotted a loophole.
"Hey…!" Saki, sensing his blatant stare, snapped, straightening and gripping the handlebars.
Her movement made her chest sway, and she glared, mildly embarrassed.
"Uh, let her in," Kagura told the gate maid.
The maid bowed, gesturing Saki inside.
Saki dismounted, pushing her bike through the side gate. Her denim shorts, loose gray-white bag in the basket, sneakers, and white ankle socks struck a perfect balance of casual charm. "Here, give me the bike. Drink and parasol for you."
Kagura tossed the items into the basket, reaching for the handlebars.
Saki elbowed him away. "Huff—Back off."
"Hey, all sweaty and hot, and you won't drink?" Kagura seized the handlebars, sternly. "Be good. That's an order. Give it here."
"…"
Grumbling, Saki rolled her eyes, relinquishing the bike, muttering, "Can a young master even push it? Don't fall."
Since their intimate encounter, Saki's respect for Kagura had waned, treating him like a boyfriend.
"Not just push—I can ride," Kagura steadied the bike, patting the back seat. "Hop on, I'll take you."
"Ha? It's so close, why bother?" Saki twisted open the drink, gulping half, exhaling deeply, wiping her lips with her left arm, and cracking her neck. "You live by the sea. If we're biking, at least cruise the coast, right?"
"Makes sense. Wanna go?"
"Look at me…" Saki glanced at her sweat-soaked self, smiling wryly. "I'm hardly in strolling shape…"
"Sorry for making you rush."
"Ugh…" Saki looked aside, mumbling, "I wanted to come early. Not your fault."
"Hm? What was that?"
"I said—this lacy parasol's too girly. Feels weird." Saki tugged her collar to cool off.
"You wear lacy panties just fine."
"Guh—" Saki flushed, cursing "Pervert!" and kicking, hitting air.
Kagura parked the bike in the shade. Saki grabbed her bag, slinging it over her right shoulder, sipping the drink with her left. Kagura shook his head, offering his right hand.
"What?" Saki eyed it warily.
"Don't just stand there—take it."
"I…" Saki lifted her left hand but retracted it, shaking her head. "Never mind."
"Weird. Come on." Kagura led, but Saki trailed several steps behind.
"What's up?" he turned, asking.
Saki hesitated, sniffing her left shoulder, muttering, "Rushed here, all sweaty… Don't want you smelling it."
"Tch—" Kagura descended to her side, leaning in. As she yelped, "W-Wah?!" he sniffed deeply. "Mm~ Nice. Kinda thrilling."
"You… you…" Saki clutched her chest, glaring, near tears. When he smirked, she huffed, "Pervert! Drop dead!"
"Hahahaha—You care about such trifles."
"…"
Speechless, Saki hurried up the steps.
Her girlish sensitivity charmed Kagura.
Entering the hall, Saki veered toward her first-floor room, but Kagura grabbed her wrist, pulling her upstairs. She protested softly, half-resisting, glancing at the empty hall. "Hasaka and Yuriko aren't here?"
"Hasaka's here today but off tomorrow. Yuriko's on extended leave, gallivanting abroad."
"So carefree… Wait, where are you taking me?"
"You biked so far so fast. I'm taking you to bathe."
"I can shower in my room!"
She shook her trapped left hand, the bottle now in her right.
"That's just a shower, not a soak. You'd wait ages for the tub to fill—such a hassle."
"…"
Saki, out of arguments, followed, head down, to his room. Locking the door was a good habit.
A postcard on the desk held Nao's note: she'd tidied and brought clothes—likely Saki's maid outfit.
"Hey… I don't have clothes to change into here," Saki said, scanning the room, sniffing herself awkwardly.
—All this sweat…
Outdoors, it was fine, but in the air-conditioned room, she felt like a walking sweat factory.
"That's my former butler's room. Stay there tonight. Your clothes should be inside. Check it out."
Kagura pointed to the room.
Nao kept minimal belongings, so Saki felt at ease, quickly finding her clothes.
"I'll shower and soak briefly…" Saki said, grabbing the clothes and heading to the bathroom, pushing the door open. Her underwear was in her bag.
"Sounds good." Kagura flashed an OK sign.
"You… don't…" Saki paused at the door, mumbling shyly, "Don't peek!"
"Do I look like that kind of guy?" Kagura thumped his chest righteously.
Saki's lips twitched, unconvinced.
—Peeking, I don't know, but sneaking up when I'm stuck in a wall? You're guilty as charged.
She entered the changing area, deciding not to lock the door, boldly undressing and tossing her clothes into the maid's laundry basket.
Fully nude, she glanced back—no Kagura. Placing her right hand over her left breast, she sighed, faintly disappointed, then sniffed her armpit.
Ugh! This sweat's mortifying.
Blushing, she darted into the bathroom, sliding the frosted glass door shut. Finding no lock, she gave up, setting the water to 36°C.
Shhh…
Under the gold-plated showerhead, Saki, her teal hair cascading past her hips, closed her eyes, hands on her chest, savoring the warm water, feeling reborn.
Outside, Kagura planned to wait, checking LINE. Ai messaged: Master Kagura, forgive my presumption. To ensure you're attended tomorrow, I summoned Saki Kawasaki, telling her to arrive by 9 AM. Your thoughts?
"By nine?" Kagura mused, rubbing his chin. "So Saki rushed over half a day early? Couldn't wait to see me?"
He missed her—her home-cooked meals were delicious, and her teary, bullied look was adorably arousing.
Then, the system chimed.
"Greetings, Lord Kagura. New bounty: choose one or skip.
A: Enter the bathroom with a vibrating egg. B: Enter the bathroom with a massage wand. C: Enter the bathroom naked."
"Hiss… These options."
Kagura suspected the system read his mind. Learning Saki came early of her own volition sparked a desire to bathe with her—her sweaty, sensual look was too enticing.
Ten seconds later—
Bzzz…
Kagura slid open the frosted door, stepping in naked.
To prevent mishaps, he'd hidden Saki's clothes under his laundry, her maid outfit and underwear beneath his spares, no towel cover to avoid suspicion. Her shoes were in the maid room's cabinet, to be swapped post-bath.
The system announced, "Thank you for completing the bounty. You've gained the ability: [Sniff Sniff], and a 5% female sensitivity potion."
"Sniff Sniff? I'm not short on cash…"
Kagura pictured a duck-billed, mole-like creature from Harry Potter, sniffing out treasures.
"[Sniff Sniff] enhances sexual arousal for you and a partner when you sniff their intimate areas."
"Intimate areas? Breasts, pussy?"
"Typically includes armpits, feet, hair, neck, nape, or behind the ear, varying by person. The more they consider it private, the stronger the effect."
"So, if she thinks it's private, it works? If she doesn't see her pussy as private, it's ineffective?"
Kagura found the ability subjective, but no girl would deem her pussy non-private. It was a smooth aphrodisiac, especially at sniffing distance, paving the way for intimacy.
"Precisely," the system confirmed.
"Oh, turn off the versatile semen flavor. I prefer they taste the original."
"Deactivated."
"Got it. End service."
Kagura's focus returned.
"Eek—!" Saki curled up, left arm across her chest, right hand covering her slightly raised pubic mound, hiding the teal fuzz matching her hair. Blushing, she stammered, "Y-Y-You—?!"
Her pubic hair and seam were covered, but the purple-pink lewd tattoo over her womb was half-exposed, instantly arousing Kagura.
She didn't finish, but he guessed she meant, "Why'd you come in?" Her wide-eyed, shy disbelief amused him. Closing the door, he stood before her. "What about me?"
"P-Peek… Didn't I say no peeking?!" she wailed, turning to hide her hips, her round butt half-veiled by her hair, struggling to conceal it.
"I didn't peek," Kagura said, leaning against the wall, stifling a laugh, placing his right hand on her left shoulder. "I walked in openly."
"…?"
Saki's head spun. Biting her lip, she glanced at his erect cock, then fell silent, squatting obediently, tucking her hair between her thighs, knees shielding her chest. Brushing wet bangs aside, she poked his swollen tip with mild annoyance.
Poke—Poke— "Why keep poking?"
Seeing her puffed cheeks, Kagura ruffled her head.
"N-Nothing…" Saki glared at his cock, then him. "You're just pent-up, aren't you?"
"Obvious, no? High school guys are always pent-up."
"You rushed out with a parasol and drink, making me all touched… Pervert."
Saki stopped complaining, opening her small mouth, closing her eyes grumpily to lick his cock.
—Rushing over just to see him, I'm no better… I got wet biking here, but that's no excuse for him barging in!
"Wait." Kagura stopped her just before she started.
Saki shut her mouth, red-faced, glaring silently, squatting.
"Gotta kiss first, right?"
His fingertips traced her lips, grazing the mole under her right eye.
"Ugh, so fussy…" Saki's gaze wavered as he pulled her up. Cool water sprayed her back. Kagura's left arm circled her waist, right hand interlocking with her left, pushing her against the wall.
His lips brushed her forehead, tongue parting her bangs, kissing her nose bridge, then locking eyes, her violet irises reflecting his face.
Saki shyly turned away, whispering, "Didn't you forget to say something?"
"Love…" Kagura murmured by her right ear, licking from lobe to helix. Saki shivered, blushing to her ears, covering them, glaring, muttering, "Liar," before tiptoeing to kiss him.
Instinctively, she parted her lips, extending her tongue, but Kagura's forceful tongue pushed it back, invading her mouth, swirling like a whisk, mixing their saliva, drawing hers back.
Dizzy, Saki barely extended her tongue before he sucked it, savoring it, their tongues entwining like mating snakes.
Water cascaded over Kagura's back, unheeded. His hands lifted her slightly, sliding along her taut ribs, then kneading her buttocks, the flesh spilling through his fingers.
Saki's hands roamed his back, feeling his firm, angular muscles, unlike her smooth skin.
After a while, they parted. Saki, flushed, met his gaze shyly, then looked away, hugging her chest. "Doing it… isn't off the table, but… can I wash first? The sweat's… awkward."
—A sweaty JK in front of my crush… He won't hate me, right?
Unaware of her thoughts, Kagura didn't answer, instead pinning her firmly against the wall. She yelped, "Yah—!" eyes shut, startled. He buried his face by her ear, sucking her lobe.
"Ugh…" Saki's knees buckled, but his grip on her ribs steadied her. He sniffed her sweaty hairline deeply.
"Hey…!" Hearing him, she tried pushing him, slapping his forehead, but he didn't budge, licking behind her ear, making her spine arch, a shameful moan escaping.
"Hasaka said morning's fine, right?" Kagura teased, toying with her lobe. "But you rushed over right after the message. Miss me that much?"
"N-No… I just…" Saki fibbed, but his right hand slipped between her thighs, middle and ring fingers plunging into her warm pussy, then withdrawing, showing her the glistening web of arousal.
"Got excited just seeing my cock? Good news~"
"Don't… show me that…" Saki turned away, embarrassed, giving him an opening. He nuzzled her neck, sniffing avidly, sighing in delight. Her breathing quickened, humiliated yet aroused, her nipples and slit reacting swiftly.
"Such a nice scent…"
Seizing her distraction, Kagura lifted her right arm, exposing her smooth armpit. His arousal-slicked hand gripped her left breast, fingers pinching her nipple, rubbing. Bending, he sniffed her faintly fuzzy armpit deeply.
"God, Saki, your sweaty look is so erotic."
He inhaled again, savoring the blend of her body wash, sweat, and hormones—intoxicating.
He rarely sniffed Ai, who deemed it "unclean," always washing thoroughly. Saki planned to clean up, but Kagura seized the chance.
"You… hopeless pervert! Jerk… where are you sniffing?!" Saki tried lowering her arm, but his left hand held it up.
"Your fragrant armpit~" He licked, his tongue gliding over sweaty beads and soft, wrinkled skin, sliding through her silky pit, making her squirm, eyes shut, covering her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose.
—Damn… Why's it so wet down there? Like after a wild sex dream with him… Am I getting lewder? Is this "being developed"?
"Ugh… Enough… How long will you shame me?" Saki stomped his foot, indignant.
Kagura released her arm. She clamped her pit shut, eyes darting, muttering, "I… didn't shave before coming… It didn't grow out, did it?"
—Once I save up, I'll get laser hair removal. Can't let him see, too embarrassing.
"A bit…" Kagura said, prompting Saki to cover her face, sobbing, "For real?! No way… I'd rather die! Kill me!" But he understood—her family wasn't well-off, with many siblings. She likely handled body hair herself, preparing before past encounters, but rushed today.
Pulling her hands away, he made her stand against the wall, biting her erect left nipple, not directly, but sucking around the areola, then engulfing it. Saki let out a relieved moan.
Unsteady, she gripped the anti-slip rail with her left hand, right hand over her mouth, elbow raised, letting him ravage her chest.
She knew he loved teasing and seeing her cry, like—
"Ugh—!" A sharp, searing pain made her curl up, tears welling, as Kagura, sucking her right breast, pinched and stretched her left nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
Like Australia's finger grapes—long as a pinky, thick as a forefinger—her nipple felt stretched to that extent, pinched as if to burst its "flesh."
If she could lactate, she'd have sprayed everywhere.
"Ow… Hurts… Hurts so bad…" Saki gasped desperately.
Kagura, unfazed, kneaded the stretched nipple, flattening and rolling it like shaping an earplug, while his mouth worked, licking, nipping the base, biting lightly, then harder, making her legs kick, tears pooling, lips sealed, too proud to beg.
"Sorry… Hurt you?" Kagura looked up, feigning innocence, wiping her tears with his forefinger. The gentle gesture softened her urge to punch him. Sighing, she hugged his head, pressing his face into her full breasts, murmuring, "Idiot… You apologize but don't change. Ugh, what can I do? I'm your woman…"
Smiling wryly, feeling him suckle like a baby, she stroked his nape, soothing, "There, there, good boy… Do it your way… Don't worry about me…"
Muffled, he said, "Thanks," nipple in mouth.
"Dummy… Why thank me?" She touched his ear, adding softly, "Can I… wash first? The sweat's really awkward…"
"No way~" Kagura met her shy, helpless gaze, then crouched. Saki covered her crotch, gasping, "Urk—!" Tensing her abdomen, she watched him. He held her gaze, then focused on her shielded treasure. "Don't cover."
"Ugh…" Saki slowly moved her left hand, then right, turning away, too shy to look, gripping the rail, exposing her teal-patched mound.
Her pubic hair, three fingers wide, formed an inverted triangle, growing two centimeters above her slit, leaving the sensual seam bare.
"Lift your right leg."
"…"
Saki hesitated, gazing shyly, but complied at his shake of the head, raising her right leg. Her cute slit twisted slightly, more alluringly distorted.
Unsure how high, she lifted until it neared his shoulder, where he stopped her, guiding her leg to rest on his left shoulder.