School Time Quizzin'

My body is dying.

The exhaustion from the Palace, coupled with the stinted lewd dream sleep, it feels like I was hit with a brick stapled to Thor’s hammer. Such pounding in my temple it was as if I just got shot in the head. I was so glad I got a seat on this morning train because my legs may not have been able to keep me up.

How cruel of my mind to give me such a vivid dream. The time with the four girls fighting over me, mixed with the weirdness of the palace and what happened after, my brain decided to go smutty overload mode. And of Sae Niijima of all people?

I should have realised it was a dream. As if I could ever do more than two things in a day. I would never have been able to keep Sae around with my charms. I’m not even sure I’m that into her, despite what my dreams are telling me…

It’s gonna be so awkward if I bump into her. Hopefully I’m never locked in a room with Sae, lest she somehow prosecute me on the fact I had a sex dream about her. That’s how they take down Joker the great Phantom Thief.

The worst part? Imagining myself with Sae right now has given my boner life again.

Part of me wished I had my school bag to cover the bulge, though then I guess Morgana may notice it. Gross. I’ll just have to squish my legs together and hope that the cutie sat accross from me on the train with the rolled up skirt doesn’t draw my attention, and that I don’t draw hers.

I can only hope that school will be less horny.

---

My first stop was to wait just outside the front gate for my delivery. Promptly just before the bell, as always.

“Here ya go, dude! One school bag with accompanying annoying cat,” Said Ryuji as I put the weighted item on my shoulder. “I’ll give you props, carrying that tuna muncher everywhere really tired out my shoulder. You’re stronger than you look, for real.”

I certainly didn’t feel it, I think my knees are actually shaking. The two of us started walking inside as the school bell rung out, “Thanks. And thanks for taking care of him, it means a lot. Did you two have fun?”

“Surprisingly, yeah.” The blonde admitted, which really was surprising, “It was nice to watch a bad movie together and tear into it. His sarcasm’s much funnier when it isn’t pointed at me. Though I think my mom saw me chatting a bit too casually with your cat.”

“I’m not a cat!” Morgana snarled his cat teeth after finally popping out from the bag, only to look at me in shock, “More to the point, what happened to you, Joker? Did you go to sleep properly?!”

“Yes. Too much sleep, if anything.” I grumbled.

“You weren’t feeling well last night, what did that lady say?”

I balked at him, heart flipping in place, “What about Sae?!”

“Uh, I meant the one doctor lady you visit. Weren’t you going to visit her?” He asked, tilting his head at my weird reaction.

“Oh, oh right. Uhh, she was closed, I went right to bed.” I said, earning a happy sound from my strange cat. “I’m sure it’s nothing. I don’t feel ill today, just tired.”

“Aight. Well you better have some energy for all the advances the girls are gonna throw at you, jerk face.” He smirked, messing up my hair a little as we entered our classroom. The **** he used made me think it was had a layer of truth to the jab.

“Sorry…”

He shrugged, “Just pick a girl already so the rest of us have a chance.”

Like it’s that easy.

I sat myself down in my seat, hanging my bag on the little hook and sighing. It already felt like a long day, and we hadn’t hit 9:00am. No Ann in front of me yet. I wonder if she’s okay?

Bzzt bzzt.

Makoto: I think we have a problem.

Futaba: has ms perfect finally gotten a B in class? :O

Yusuke: Surely for our Queen that is impossible!

Futaba: sez the guy who only ever gets a’s in art

Makoto: Actually it isn’t about me. This is about my sister.

That made me raise an eyebrow to my phone. What could have happened to Sae?

Me: What is it?

Makoto: I fear our trips into her palace are making her more aware of us than we’d like

Makoto: I’ll explain more over lunch, but I feel like we should keep away from the palace for a few days, just in case.

Akechi: That aligns well with my availability. A rest from the palace would be best.

“Heh, I wonder if he has to go find more tasty leaves to eat~?” I chuckled to myself.

Ryuji: Oh yeah, we get tomorrow off!

Haru: How wonderful! A full two day weekend. Perhaps we return to Sae’s palace on Monday?

Makoto: Sounds like a plan.

Makoto: Unrelated, but if anyone wants to do any trips during the weekend, I am available.

Yusuke: Funny. There’s an art exhibition I was going to ask about.

Makoto: I politely decline.

Haru: As do I.

Futaba: art is totes boring! I wanna stay in and play games with Joker!

Makoto: A trip outside the house would be better, don’t you think?

Haru: Do you have anywhere you’d like to visit, Joker? I should be able to provide transportation to nearly anywhere.

Ryuji: HEY! We had enough of this shit yesterday! Plan hangouts off the main Phantom Thief group chat!

Akechi: For once, I am in agreement with Skull.

Haru: My apologies…

The conversation trailed off there, though I did get more solo messages from Makoto, Haru, and Futaba. All asking what I’d like to do over the weekend. I’d have responded, but Ann just burst in.

“Absolute… idiots…” She fumed, stomping her way to her chair to sit down hard. Angrily tapping her foot with arms crossed.

I knew it was up to me as her friend to say something, “Um, Ann? What’s up?”

Her head turned quickly, like she’d forgotten I was here until my voice hit her ears. Looking like she didn’t want me to see her upset like this, while not being able to get rid of her anger. “Sorry, Ren. I… I just got stopped a lot by stupid guys telling me I’m attractive.” She sighed, “Like I’d ever tell em what they wanted to hear! I’m not some cheap floozy that just tells anyone they’re attractive! Men.”

“I can only apologise.”

“Oh! No, not you, Ren. No, I meant other men.” The blonde quickly tried to smooth it over, even though I hadn’t really minded. Men can be shit, no lie there. We’d seen the depths of pure darkness in the hearts of many palaces, and Mementos, and… is Ann turning her chair around?

Her body quickly faced mine, leaning her arms on my desk while getting rather close to my

“By the way, Ren~” She purred in my face, the seducing eyes she was wielding yesterday on full half lid attack mode. Not to mention her shirt hanging open that slightly bit too far for a view down her creamy cleavage jostling against itself, “I just wanted to tell you something important~” Her slight sing-song and excited tone was rather intriguing for my pants partner, “I think... that you are... super h-”

“Takamaki, turn around.”

All the class were looking at us, but it was the ever tired Kawakami that had given the bored order after entering the room.

The blonde looked very annoyed to be interrupted, eyebrow twitching while trying to keep her smile, “In a second! I just-!”

“Now, or go to the principal’s office. Your choice.”

Through grumbles and very choice whispered words, Ann did return to her side of the seat. Mouthing ‘later’ to me as she sat down. I had absolutely no idea what was happening, as usual it seemed I was overwhelmed by the whims of women. To think, my dreams thought I had a shot with Sae Niijima. Ann was right there and I could barely stop glancing at her thick tits.

Time passed by rather quickly in the class at least. Just the usual Kawakami general history lesson after her homeroom updates, it was always extra hard to focus on her lessons knowing she could show up at my house in a maid outfit whenever I requested it.

As pervy as it sounds, she mostly just did chores for me. Cleaning for more imaginary prosecutors to show up I guess (and making the occasional smoke bomb). Still, it was wildly apparent how nice her body was as Becky, and I could just dreamily take myself back there looking at her curves crammed into her lemon sweater. Each motion of the teacher walking about at the front of class making me that little bit more tempted to drop a pencil in front of my desk so she’d bend over right…

I really should have jerked off last night.

My hormones are fucking me so hard. I have both Kawakami and Ann in front of me. Two absolute hotties, one of which was potentially crushing on me, the other I’ve seen in a maid outfit. How is one eighteen year old supposed to cope?! Fuck, Ann just took off her blazer… showing a faint outline of the strained black bra she has on underne-

“Amamiya,” Snapped a stern voice that made my daydreaming scream and jump out the window, “If you’re done gazing at Takamaki’s head, maybe you could answer the question for us?”

After a brief look at my unimpressed cat, then a weirdly happy Ann, I looked over at the tired eyes of my teacher, “Uhhh, surrreee.”

I could already hear the terrified whispers of the class, hoping I’ll get the answer correct. Assuming if I get it wrong that the rumours of me being a shifty murderer hinges on me answering a trivia question right. Assholes. I’ve been here months now, for fuck’s sake.

“Who was the second Prime Minister of Japan?”

Ahh crap. I wish these questions were multiple choice. I don’t know this at all, those whisper pricks’ll be really fearful of this answer. I’m just going to make something up, “Uhh, Johnny Prime Minister?”

“Correct.” Huh? I…. huh? “Following Count Itō Hirobumi, and later taken over from Count Yamagata Aritomo, Johnny Prime Minister was a statesman living in the Meiji era. Being one of the initiators of the Treaty of Saint-”

“W-wait… I got it right?!” The class, who had been whispering praise at me for getting it correct, all looked at my outburst in confusion. I had interrupted only because it sounded utterly, baffling, impossible. Johnny was an American name that I’d heard on YouTube! Not a Meiji era diplomat!

“Yes, Amamiya. You can sit down now.” Replied the ever annoyed Kawakami, “Unless you’re **** to answer another one?”

...kinda?

“N-no… sorry…” I sat back down, having earned a praising thumbs up from Ann for getting it right. Miss Kawakami going right back to teaching about the various prime ministers of our country… including Johnny.

This… this is getting too bizarre. Sleep didn’t help, reality is still acting fuzzy at the seams. I should check in with the Twins on my way home in case they have any idea as to what’s happening. Because right now it felt like I was about to fall through a crack in reality.

Oh well, usually I don't ever get asked two questions in a single day. Guess I'll be having it easy until lunch time.

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“So that’s the situation,” Explained Makoto, leaning against the nearby table with arms folded.

Lunch had taken a strange turn. We’d all met up on the roof, expecting a dire situation relating to the palace leader, yet our Queen had said, well....

“...she wants us to come visit? That’s the big drama?”

“Yes!” a flustered Makoto defended, “Sae never ever wants me to do anything but study. Whenever I bring up my friends to her she grimaces then changes the subject to schoolwork and grades. Yet she was asking if I wanted to throw a party! Asking questions about you all, trying to remember your names, it’s all… such bizarre behaviour!”

I had decided to keep my Sae dream a secret for now. Mostly… because it was embarrassing. Having a sex dream about your friend’s sister? I already knew it wasn’t tied to any Meta-verse shenanigans, it was just a horny dream I shouldn’t have had. Why stress out my friend for no reason?

Ryuji just brushed off Makoto’s whines, “Yo, party at the Niijimas!”

“Mona-chan, could we have already changed her heart?” Asked Haru, still the newest to the cognitive world (once you factor in Akechi’s premeditative **** bullshit.)

The cat tilted his head in thought, even as Ann scratched it absent-mindedly, “Hmm, I doubt it, but it’s possible some change happened we aren’t aware of. I understand Queen’s worry, her asking about us may have underlying motives to do with the investigation, or a side effect of us interacting with her shadow. Maybe she’d be on high alert if we visited again, so a few days away from the casino isn’t a bad plan.”

“Everyone take the weekend off,” I concluded using my leader voice, a resounding nod and agreement went around, though Ryuji still had to ask.

“So for real, are we doing the party, or not?”

Most reactions to his question were derision, with Ann being the one to tell him, “No, dunce. We aren’t going to dive into the wolf’s den just so you can see a girl’s room.”

He grumbled about it, and I couldn’t help but appreciate his honesty, “Yeah, I would have liked to have gone to a house party too.”

For some reason, that changed everyone’s mood.

“W-well, I haven’t ruled out the opportunity yet!” said Makoto, quickly defending the idea, “If we want to not raise suspicion, then surely going along with Sae’s idea would be best! Otherwise it’s strange that I would deny the chance for my friends to visit.”

“You just said it was too dangerous,” Ann retorted, then looking over at me, “Joker~ if you’d like a house party then my room can support the two of us~”

Makoto scoffed, “Now THAT sounds dangerous.”

As those two began scowling intensely, another challenger entered, “M-my house would be a perfect size to accommodate everyone…” interjected the heiress, “It’s so large and empty. Two people could get completely lost together just exploring the grounds…” The way she was scrunching up her jumper was certainly cute. And she was making the best offer for an actual party.

Bzzt!

Futaba: If you wanna have a party, I can get Sojiro to throw one!

Futaba: House parties are best at your own house!

“...how the hell is she listening in?”

“Since everyone’s doing it, I’ll just say you all can come around and play video games at some point if you’d like.” added Ryuji, though he almost instantly regretted it, “Hey! It was just a suggestion! No need to beat a guy up just for trying to help…” The frustrated blonde huffed.

“I think, uh…” as soon as I opened my mouth the angry **** stares at Ryuji flipped around to intensely interested stares at me. My words failing as all of them looked like they were **** for me to pick their place to party, “well… if anyone wants to go through all the hassle of planning a party, we should all go, right?”

That did at least de-escalate things, with the three girls looking like their heads were full of new plans.

“Be sure to keep your calendar open. I’ll be sure to throw the best social gathering I can, within school code of conducts, of course.”

“Yawn! You’re just going to Google ‘how to throw a party’, right?” Ann teased, and the way Makoto frowned it was clear Panther had found the truth, “My party is gonna be off the chain! I haven’t had a chance to throw one for a few years, but maybe I’ll bring Shiho along… ohh! Spin the bottle should be fun~”

Makoto shrugged off Ann's jab, though her blush began rising back to her face as she seemed to be deciding something. “W-with that business taken care of, Ren, I have something I’d like for you to look at before lunch concludes.”

Reaching into her school bag, Makoto produced a few sheets of paper, all stapled together neatly. Handing over the stack to me to begin reading.

‘What Do I Want In A Woman Quiz’

Oh god, she printed out a Buzzfeed quiz for me to take.

“You were saying you didn’t know your preferences due to lack of experience, as a way to help you out I took the liberty of finding a way to evaluate your ideal partner in real time.”

Ann couldn’t help but giggle at the idea, especially since she was also familiar with how bad Buzzfeed quizzes were. Haru seemed much more intrigued, already looking over some of the questions over my shoulder as I skimmed through the sheets.

Question 1. What qualities do you look for in a woman?

A. Good looks

B. Ambition and drive

C. Compatibility

Thank the heavens it’s multiple choice at least.

“Oh my god, she turned dating into homework!” Ann whispered in my ear.

“Mako-chan, aren’t these quizzes usually completed on the website?”

With her hands behind her back, Makoto nodded at Haru with an expression that said she’d anticipated the question, “I’m going to mail it back to the company to get the results. I should still get the answers we seek just from looking over Joker’s answers though.”

“D-do I have to fill it in now?”

“Yes.”

That answer was so quick and stern, with a pen landing on my lap on frame 1 after I’d asked, that I decided I should just do as she says.

This is super awkward though, as I’m currently sat at a desk with two girls behind me and one in front reading my every answer. Not helped by having some pretty noticeable mounds pressing against both of my shoulders here. I wonder if the miltary has ever used sexy **** homework as a way to get answers from prisoners of war…

Okay, sooner I get the quiz over with the better. Well, as nice as it would be to have a partner with good looks, or ambition, I hear having compatibility is pretty good for long term relationships? I can’t see the girls getting mad at me for that. Circling option C, I-

Bzzt!

Futaba: Yes! Score one for Big F!

I don’t remember installing a text to speech app on my phone. And how the hell did she see what I wrote so quickly?!

Ann pointed accusingly at the phone on my desk, “Oh come on! Just because you play video games together doesn’t mean you’re the most compatible!”

Futaba: Ann angy he didn’t pick good looks, hmm? >:3

Makoto interjected, “I think compatibility can mean plenty of things. For example: in battle, or academically, or if two people are helping each other learn more about the world.”

“Or if they just happen to both really enjoy coffee…”

Oh god, this was only question one and they were already at each other’s throats.

Question 2: How important is ambition in a woman to you?

A. Not important, compatibility is key

B. Very important, I want a woman with passion and goals

C. I prefer a good looking woman over an ambitious one

Wait…

This is just the same fucking question!

In fact, questions 1-5 are all just rewordings of ‘comapatibility vs good looks vs ambition’. What is this, a Splatoon 3 splatfest? God, Buzzfeed quizzes are dumb.

To make sure this doesn’t take up my entire lunch I quickly ticked all the compatibility ones…

Hang on, what was this question?

Question 6: What is your preffered profession of your potential partner?

A. Police Officer

B. Gardner

C. Model

D. Gamer

…

I could feel the pressure emanating all around me. They were all getting so close. My pen floating between the four options, with their breath’s getting short when I happened to line over their specific prompt.

With a look up, I could tell what Makoto knew I knew what she did. This looked slightly differenlty written than the rest of the questions so far, even if it was almost imperceptable to the naked eye. Her slight guilt overriden by her **** desire for me to pick here.

“A-and I have to-?”

“Yes. Pick A answer.”

I gulped. Women were scary.

Was I about to be beaten up for choosing something other than police officer here? How did I get in this position, man?! Sweat was building up as my pen shook in my hand, feeling like I was going to make multiple women rather upset here…

“It’s okay, Ren.” I heard from my right, looking over to see the more soothing eyes of Haru, “I-It’s just a little quiz to help you think about what you want. It doesn’t need to stress you out too much.”

…welp, it’s a good as pick as any.

Without trying to overthink it, I quickly circled: B. Gardner.

“R-Ren?!” Haru gasped, looking close to tears with her hand on her mouth, “D-do you mean it?!”

“Hey! Woah! You sure you don’t want a model girlfriend, Ren?”

“I-I was actually planning on starting gardening myself!” Makoto insisted.

Bzzt!

Futaba: The burger princess only wants to own a coffee house! She’s no gardner!

All of their protesting couldn’t stop a big beaming smile crawling over the fluffy girl’s face. “I’ll be sure to show your tomatoes extra care this week, Ren~”

“Grr, it’s only question 6! There’s still more to cover!” Ann growled through gritted teeth.

“Can’t I finish it another day…?” I whined, feeling like this was only going to get uglier.

Weirdly, she caved instantly. “Very well. Have it on my desk by Monday.” said Makoto, who instantly caught herself, “Er, I mean, p-please finish it by Monday.”

I was relived to hear they weren’t going to be hawk watching me over it anymore.

SLAM!

...but apparently I was the only one on the roof that was glad this wasn’t finishing today.

“Shit, guys! Are you really dragging this out that 'effin long?!” barked Ryuji, who had been quietly eating his lunch with Morgana the entire time. “Can’t we just cut out the freakin' 'effin middle man here?”

The four of us turned to look at each other, all not entirely sure what he meant, before another sigh escaped the punk’s lips. Stomping over to us with determination, he roughly grabbed me by the shoulder and pointed at the three women.

“I know I certainly do, but Ren, for everyone’s sakes, do you find the girls of our team attractive?”

What the fuck?! The situation was over! Why am I back in the fucking spotlight?!

“I, uh, fuh, w-wait, wha-”

“It’s a yes or no, Dude.” He growled under his breath, gripping my shoulder just that little bit tighter.

I looked back at the women I was apparently judging and all of them looked very, VERY, enamoured with my potential answer. Silently watching with huge blushes on their faces, shakingly staring at me as if I was about to reveal which celebrity would be visiting Tokyo. This shit is so awkward. Who can just TELL a lady that she’s hot? Isn’t that bad these days? Like I’m, I don’t know, objectifying them? I guess, if it’s really just yes or no, then one answer is definitely better…

“Y-yes.”

Slapping his hand against where he’d been gripping, Ryuji just seemed relieved, “Amazing! Happy, ladies?”

I turned to see what he was talking about to find three very blushing women. Mouths hanging open. Why was that such a ground breaking statement? I didn’t offend them, did I? I’d ask them myself, but the mood switched fast as one girl fell to the floor and the other two leapt towards me.

Ann and Makoto were suddenly in my face and yelling things at me, “Ren! I’d like to tell you something!” “No! I want to inform you-!” “Back off, flatty! Ren~!” “Flat?! A-at least I have an ass!”

“D-did Haru faint?”

I could barely see her through the scrambling women, but from what I could see, she went from fallen to the floor to lying down **** very quickly. I had to fight my way to her through Ann and Makoto’s holding of me, very worried about Haru’s health. “Wait! I need to take her to the nurse’s office!”

“A-and be alone with her?!” Ann yelped in fear as I got passed her.

“J-just wait, Ren!” said Makoto, grabbing onto my shoulder.

“What is it?” I turned, “Did you two want to take her?”

They paused for a second, looking at each other with strange ‘unlikely allies’ energy. Like letting me take Haru to the nurse’s office was far worse than if they did.

“We’ll be right back.”

And with that, all three ladies were gone. Leaving the original three Phantom Thieves in their original hideout.

“That was wild,” remarked Ryuji who had returned to his food, “What do you think that was about?”

“...if I had to guess, it was lady problems. That’s why the two girls didn’t want me to go to the nurse’s office with her.”

“Yeah.” The blonde swallowed the last few bites of his ramen, “or they didn’t want Haru to wake up and blow you first.”

…

……

“...wuzzat?”

“You said they were hot!” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Once they say you’re hot, then it’s fellatio time! Everyone knows that, dude.”

“Our Ren is so behind the times.” Morgana mockingly purred.

“Th-that’s a thing?!” I practically yelped.

“Yep. Verbal acknowledgement of attractiveness from both parties is a universal term for a fellatio session. Ryuji really helped you out there.”

He punched me lightly in the arm, “As much as it annoys me you have four girls aiming for ya, I got your back, dude.”

“So… so just a casual fellatio? Just like a friendly, hot and steamy, friendship rank raising, blowjob?!” I asked, “D-doesn’t it mean something more if a girl sucks your dick?!”

“Well, yeah, and yeah. It’s sort of both? But it's also not that complicated, dude.” informed the apparent wisest man of the group, “Obviously any girl can give a guy a suck if they both acknowledge it, and it can be super casual, but most girls only suck guys they like.”

“Wow…” I mumbled, in awe of his knowledge. Though it also sounded vaguely familiar? It was fuzzy, but the logic reminded me of something. Maybe that meant it was legit? “It's like a goddamn hentai manga…”

“You’re picking it up~” He beamed. How Ryuji became my sex guru I’ll never know. “Just, you know, don’t go mentioning hentai in front of girls. They don’t like that, trust me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his energy, pushing back on his shoulder like he’d pushed on mine. “Oh come on~ Everyone casually reads and talks about hentai manga, right?”

“I guess you’re right.” He shrugged off my joke far too easily. I think I suck at comedy. Why I was named Joker I’ll never know. “Just make sure it’s the right hentai, okay?” See? Now that was funny.

“Ryuji kept talking to me about the Sahara Wataru hentais when I stayed with him.” groaned Morgana, apparently joining in on the joke in a way that didn’t make me laugh. “You know, the ones with Sakura boning Naruto in them?”

“They’re good!” Ryuji defended.

“They’re repetitive!” Morgana shot back. “Besides, this bonehead only likes them because he relates to Naruto!”

“So what? I can’t help it if I’m a lovable blonde~ A guy can’t relate to the protag he’s whacking it to? It’s better than you trying to read ALL hentai like a weird little collector.”

“I’m just making sure me and Lady Ann read the same ones! I have to be able to talk to her about them if the oppotunity comes up!”

…

This is no longer funny.

“Um. Going back to other issues for now...” I sighed, trying to ignore the fact my cat was probably reading hentai on my phone, “That… f-fellatio thing... I'm still not convinced. Even if that is how it works, just because I said the girls are attractive doesn’t mean they’ll say it back. I still have major doubts I’m the one they wanna… you know.”

It was both of their turn to look at me like I said something incredulous. “Seriously dude?”

“Why must you always be so stubbornly sure on your own downfalls?” The cat grumbled, “You better not be taking Lady Ann’s feelings lightly! I’ll be sure to make her mine if you do!”

I backed up in my seat at their anger. Was it really that much of a sure thing? My luck can’t really be that good that I have this many girls interested… is it?

Sensing my internal arguments, Ryuji crossed his arms at me, “What the hell do the girls have to do convince you that they’re into you?”

“I don’t know…” I admitted, feeling the weight of his question as my own indecision made me feel silly. “Like, this day and age a girl shows they’re interested in a guy by sending sexy phone pics, right?”

Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt

My eyes bulged at the four messages my phone recieved so close together.

I looked at my phone, seeing four identical notifications, then up to the scowling blonde who also knew exactly what messages I’d just received.

“I hate you.”

---

“You’re okay then, right Haru?”

“Y-yes, thank you both for taking me here.” The gardner nodded, “I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never fainted before…”

With a begrudged sigh, Ann shrugged, “Hey, if Joker picked ‘Model’ I may have done something similar.”

“R-really?”

“...I mean, no. I was trying to make you feel better.”

Makoto shifted to her other leg while never dropping her crossed arms. “You can drop the act, Haru. We realised your ploy to be alone with Joker, which is why we took you here.”

“I-I really did faint though-!”

“So you’re saying that if you’d woken up with him here, you wouldn’t have told him you find him attractive?”

Shuffling in her seat, Haru couldn’t deny the allegations.

“That’s like hentai manga 101, so many are done getting hot and heavy in nurse’s offices. It’s cause it’s the only bed in a school for some privacy~” Ann chuckled at her, nudging Haru playfully who nodded in understanding.

“Precisely how I was able to deduce her intentions,” Makoto agreed, though she seemed to blush at discussing it, “As Student Council President, I only read hentai manga to make sure I know of any places that untoward acts may be taking place on campus.”

“So you’ve never tried to find a hentai with a guy that looks like Joker as the protag?”

That shut the brunette up. Having her eyes closed on her blushing face while still not dropping her crossed arms. Unable to make her mouth make noises that sounded believable.

“Have you found anything, Takamaki-san?”

The blonde beamed, getting up from the bed and stretching herself out, “I sure did! And after I tell Joker how attractive I find him, I’ll be sure to share you all the hentai you two need~”

“You don’t have a monopoly on fellatio,” Makoto shot back, finally uncrossing her arms to grab at Ann’s arm, “All four of us can have our chance to raise our friendship with him.”

“Sure, you can try, but I think we all know who Ren is going to want to have repeat visits to.” She boastfully declared,

Standing up defiantly, Haru gave a serious look, “I-I guess we’ll have to see how Ren feels after we’ve all had our turn.”

Ann would have retorted, but then her eyes went wide as she remembered something. Looking down and unbuttoning a couple shirt buttons to let her milky cleavage pop into view, “N-now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go… take some selfies for work!”

The blonde raced out the office after shaking off Makoto’s grasp. The older girl growling in annoyance, “Dammit! I didn’t realise she was behind on sending sexy pics to Ren too!” She said, following Ann out the room but going in the opposite direction, “I wonder if I can borrow a better camera phone from another student…”

Leaving Haru, who was flustering around with her own phone, trying to figure out the best way to take a photo. “Oh dear, w-what kind of picture would Ren like? Um…”

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After separating myself from the other two by going just inside the door to the roof, I began to look at my phone with shaking fingers.

My mouth has never been drier as I looked over the four images I’d been sent.

Firstly was Futaba. A quick message of ‘Sup?’ to seem casual before the image, followed by a high angle selfie shot of the creamy ginger girl, sat at her desk in low level light… tugging open her baggy shirt to show off her bra underneath. It was black, and may not have to have held as much as the other girl’s, but her chest was bigger than you’d think. Futaba was the youngest of the four, having only turned eighteen a few months ago, but there was still plenty to see. A slight pudge in her belly, coupled with a b-cup cleavage, made me totally miss the ‘boing’ sfx she added to the side of the frame. Maybe as an ironic statement for her tits, or saying it like an oracle about the effect she had on my crotch.

The next photo was from Ann. Only a winking emoji paired with her photo, which took the opposite approach to Futaba’s as it was much more low angle. She was sat at her desk, looking down at the camera that had been situated between her legs. Instead of seeing her bra, I was gifted with an amazing upskirt shot of her panties. Pure black, being eaten slightly by her leaking labia to show her camel toe, and such an intimate position. Not to mention the thick thighs and miraculous buttox squishing against the chair. It begged me to wonder what lay behind the fabric. Perhaps Panther’s pantie party promised a playful pink pussy?

Haru’s was the next to appear in the timeline. Her tagline saying ‘I’m sorry for fainting, but I’m alright now.’ which was a relief in itself before the crotchal stress of her picture downloaded. She was lying down on the nurse’s office bed, looking up at the camera like it was a POV shot in a porno. Her lovely soft cleavage on full display as her hair spread out underneath her head. It was somehow the most intimate of the photos. Half lidded eyes, slight pout on her lips, like we were really about to kiss It was like I could hear the rustling trees of the picturesque scene.. Somehow she managed to look reserved with her lack of bra showing, yet also those thick and soft tits she kept rubbing against me made my dick pulse in hopeful pleasure. Just like laying with her intimately like this, to thrust into the noir void of her cleavage would also be a dream come true.

And then Makoto’s. The awkward School Council President had gone right to the bathroom for her sexy photo. No fancy angles, no accompanying message, and no beating around the bush. Makoto had liften her shirt up, pulled her trousers down, all to take a selfie in just her underwear. Straight on, frowning away from the camera with a deep blush, yet body completely bare for my eyes only. I could see her natural toned abs behind the phone camera, her wider than average hips that her panties struggled to contain, and a lovely pair of breasts hugged by a plain school approved bra. Queen always knew when to make the bold moves, and by god this was bold.

Even I wasn’t a fool enough to deny that the girls were clearly into me.

Too bad lunch ended right before I could respond to any of them.