Chapter 138: Not There, It's Too Dirty?
Yumeko's mouth opened involuntarily.
She stared at Momobami Kirari's tender foot, drooling, and crawled towards her. She raised her hands to hold the wet foot, bringing it close to her nose.
But her actions stopped at the last moment.
Everything seemed to be a pretense, a fake act.
Yumeko's face was red, and she touched her short skirt, her voice filled with a hint of regret: "I'm sorry, Momobami-nee."
"Let's just forget about it."
Momobami Kirari was taken aback, "Can you tell me why?"
"Because... the Jabami family is not just me," Yumeko said with a smile: "My sister won't allow me to let the Jabami surname be swallowed up."
In the Hundred Devouring Clan, those who lost their surname would become a slave to the Hundred Devouring Clan.
As Momobami Kirari's personal slave, Yumeko just thinking about it made her excited. If Hachiman became Momobami's plaything...
Wouldn't she have to... share him?
But at the critical moment, reason took over Yumeko's thoughts.
On one hand, it was because of her sister, Souko. On the other hand... this small game was only interesting if Hachiman was in control.
Yumeko pushed a gold-edged bank card across the table to Momobami Kirari.
"This is my special payment," Yumeko said, her hand on her abdomen, her expression obedient and flawless.
"Is that so..."
"Yumeko, you're just like Hachiman, making me want to devour you," Momobami Kirari said, pulling out her foot from under the table.
She had enjoyed this sweet treat.
But since it was a sweet treat, she couldn't eat too much of it. Otherwise, the main course wouldn't be enjoyable.
Her two tender feet had already been tainted by Hachiman's scent, but she didn't mind. She bent down, using her index and middle fingers to pick up the brown leather ankle boots, lightly lifting them up and placing them in front of her.
"310 million yen can be forgotten. Yumeko, help me put on my shoes."
"Huh? You don't want it?"
"I prefer having you serve me over the money," Momobami Kirari said, her toes pointing at the bank card, picking it up with her foot and placing the other end on Yumeko's face, the cold sensation lightly caressing Yumeko's cheek.
"I understand," Yumeko said, as obedient as ever.
She couldn't completely fall into the abyss, but this game that would make Hachiman feel guilty, she was more than happy to play along.
She held Momobami's warm feet in her hands, feeling the body heat from Hachiman, and her face turned red involuntarily. She intentionally slowed down her movements, carefully putting Momobami's feet into the ankle boots.
Momobami Kirari stood up slowly.
The wet and sticky feeling in her shoes wasn't comfortable, but Momobami Kirari felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. She curled up her toes, feeling the wonderful sensation of being tainted by Hachiman's drool.
She stretched lazily, showing off her mature and alluring curves.
She glanced at Juraku Sachiko, who was still stepping on something with her foot, and said softly: "It's getting late, we should get ready for class, Sachiko."
"Looks like time's up, so let's end the gamble."
Juraku Sachiko pulled back her long legs, her jade-like feet lightly stepping on the soft carpet. She bent down and personally removed the special collar from Hachiman's neck.
"You won this gamble."
"I didn't expect your heart rate wouldn't exceed 80 even under such stimulation."
"What a shame, Hachiman. I really wanted to keep you wearing this collar forever."
Hachiman, who was hiding under the tea table, looked extremely disappointed, forcing a smile: "Heh... it's a shame, Juraku-senpai will never see that happen."
"So, what's the special reward?"
"I'll tell you next time we meet."
Juraku Sachiko put on her red high heels and stood up, looking at Jabami Yumeko, who was still kneeling on the carpet. She leaned down and whispered in Yumeko's ear, in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Playing with Hachiman is really exciting, Jabami Yumeko."
She patted Yumeko's shoulder.
The sound of high heels echoed in the committee chair's office, fading into the distance.
At this moment, only Hachiman and Jabami were left in the empty room.
The scent of Momobami and Juraju seemed to still linger in the air.
Hachiman's eyes were lifeless as he hid in the cramped space, as if he had lost all ability to think.
His beloved girlfriend was just a thin layer of wood away from him, but he didn't know how to start.
"Hachiman, it's time for class," Yumeko's gentle voice echoed in his ears, and Hachiman took a deep breath, finally deciding to face reality.
He crawled out from under the tea table.
His current state didn't look very good, his hair was messy, his shirt was disheveled, and there seemed to be a mark of drool on the corner of his mouth. Even his belt seemed to be a bit loose.
"Yumeko... I..."
Although he had already told Yumeko about his gamble with Juraku Sachiko, being seen in such a sorry state by Yumeko still made Hachiman feel a pang of guilt.
All his emotions, condensed into a single sentence, could only be: "I'm sorry."
Hachiman was a traditional man at heart, and despite having wealth that was hard to come by for someone of his age, when it came to relationships between men and women, he was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
Just as he thought Yumeko was jealous and was thinking of how to make it up to her.
Unexpectedly, Yumeko quickly crawled in front of him, pushed him down, and pinned him to the sofa, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her scarlet snake-like eyes were filled with an unspoken emotion.
She was panting, staring at Hachiman's lips without saying a word.
It was only then that Hachiman realized that things were not as he had expected.
Yumeko didn't seem to be... jealous?
Hachiman quickly came to a conclusion after regaining his composure.
'Yumeko is here to pursue excitement.'
'So... Yumeko's current state is...'
Hachiman's pupils constricted, and Yumeko's breath hit his face, causing his heart to start racing wildly.
Hachiman's pulse who had endured the torture from Momobami and Juraku without his heart rate exceeding 80 had finally broken through.
As he looked at Yumeko's red lips getting closer and closer, Hachiman was like a statue, unable to move. He said stiffly: "Yumeko, don't... it's too dirty."
"Why is it dirty?"
"I like everything about you, Hachiman."
Without giving Hachiman a chance to struggle, Yumeko's hands held his face, and she gently lowered her head, pressing her red lips onto Hachiman's, who had lost all resistance.
She didn't care that Hachiman's mouth had just been...
No...
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Yumeko felt so excited.