A boring lecture droned on in the background, chalk scratching against the board while I leaned back in my chair. My classmates scribbled notes with fake focus, but my mind was far away.
After last night and this morning, everything finally clicked. The pieces of the puzzle had fallen into place, and I could see the whole picture of my future. My harem.
Kotoha’s timid steps closer to this morning gave the last clue I needed. She wasn’t resisting. She wanted to be closer. She wanted to be mine. That ant I didn’t need to rush.
A confession now would be a mistake. If I said the words—or if she did—I’d lose control. We’d fall into an official relationship, bound by expectations. That would trap when Hiyori transfers in after sumr.
The truth is simple: I don’t need Kotoha’s confession. We already love each other. That’s why I can start training her now. Her body, her heart, her mind. She won’t resist my touch. She’ll accept it because she trusts , because I’m Souta, her childhood friend. I’ll use that bond, stretch it, bend it, until her natural submissiveness blossoms fully.
At the sa ti, I must keep her from confessing too soon. Delay it. Distract her. Keep us in that sweet ambiguous space where I can do anything I want while she waits for to move.
Hiyori is a different story. When she transfers in, we’ll start as strangers. The plan is clean: I’ll date her normally. Step by step until she falls for . If I was already dating Kotoha, Hiyori would beco difficult, maybe impossible. But if Kotoha is “just” my childhood friend, nothing will get in the way.
Hikari is simpler. If sothing happens between us, she’ll want to keep it secret. A widow. A mother. She can’t afford to be exposed. That works perfectly in my favor. I can pursue her quietly while keeping Kotoha and Hiyori in the open.
The order is clear.
First, train Kotoha into a proper at toilet. Develop her submissive nature until she breaks and rebuilds around .
Second, start a hidden relationship with Hikari, taking everything she hides beneath her modest mask.
Third, date Hiyori officially, drawing her in like a moth to fla. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel✶fire
By the ti I’m finished, all three will belong to .
By the ti the bell rang, I was already thinking about the rooftop. Our spot. For so reason, not many people went up to the rooftop. A place hidden from everyone else, just for and Kotoha. A place where I could slowly shape her into what I wanted.
When I opened the door, the sunlight poured over her. She was already waiting, legs tucked neatly beneath her, the pale blue cloth bento sitting in her lap.
The outside was nice and cool from springti.
“Sorry. Did you wait long?”
“No, I just got here. Hurry up, Souta-kun! Sit!”
She patted the space next to her, eyes bright.
“Yes, yes. I’m coming.”
The mont I sat down, she set the box between us. Her fingers fidgeted with the knot on the wrapping.
“So before I open it… this is my first ti making one… okay?”
“Even if you feed dog poop, I’d still eat it.”
“That’s nasty!”
Her laugh was soft, relieved, and she unwrapped the cloth. Inside, there was rice, rolled eggs, little sausages cut into octopus shapes. A bit clumsy in places, but neatly arranged. Her care showed in every detail.
“Looks amazing.”
“Really?”
“The best thing I’ve ever seen.”
It was just a bento, but it felt like a gift ant only for .
“Aren’t you going to try it?”
“Kotoha-chan. Feed .”
Step one. Obedience. Start small. Make her used to following my words.
“Are you a kid?” She sighed, but her hands obeyed, picking up an egg with her chopsticks.
“Say ahh~.”
“Ahh~.”
The taste was simple, plain even, but I nearly teared up. Not from flavor, but from how much I missed it. As I chewed, I slid my hand onto her thigh. Soft. Warm. She stiffened for half a heartbeat, then relaxed.
“Tastes amazing.”
“Really?”
“Would I lie about that?”
“Then I’ll keep feeding you!”
“Please.”
One by one, she lifted food to my mouth, her face lighting every ti I nodded in approval. My hand never left her thigh. She didn’t push it away once.
When both portions were gone, I brushed my palm up to her cheek, turning her face toward .
“Did you stay up late? You’ve got little circles under your eyes.”
“I-I woke up too early… to make the bento.”
Her cheeks burned under my touch, her lips parted slightly. She didn’t move away.
“That’s not good.”
“It’s not good? Should I stop..?”
“No. Please keep making lunch for .”
“Selfish.”
“You don’t mind, right?”
“…I’ll keep making bento for you forever, Souta-kun.”
Her voice was small, trembling, but her words made my chest tighten. She was so easy to bend.
“How about I give you a lap pillow? Take a nap.”
“Lap pillow..?” Her blush spread down her neck. I could imagine exactly what kind of thoughts filled her head.
“Or would you like to lean on my shoulder?”
She hesitated, then tilted toward , resting her head lightly against my shoulder. Her hair slled faintly of shampoo, a sweet, clean scent that made want to bury my face in it.
I smiled, sliding my hand onto her head, stroking gently.
“Sleep.”
She closed her eyes obediently, her body softening against . When I pulled her closer, she sighed, a little purr of contentnt slipping past her lips.
We stayed that way, pressed together under the sun, until the end of lunch break.
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