Chapter 281: Stuff Him In

War was about to break out!

The eager competitors locked eyes, sparks practically flying between them.

“Okay, let’s start drawing lots to decide the order!”

Yuigahama announced, holding a bunch of folded slips of paper with numbers written inside.

“Wait, you’re actually serious?”

Himekoji quickly spoke up, trying to stop their foolishness. He couldn’t just sit back and wait.

“Of course.”

Kasumigaoka, the “instigator,” gave a firm, unwavering answer.

“Akito, you be quiet first. Today, I, Eriri, am going to teach this overestimating woman a lesson!”

Eriri, filled with sudden confidence, placed her hands on her hips and spoke proudly, throwing her support behind this competition.

“I want first.”

Even Mashiro ignored Himekoji’s protests like they were the wind. She acted first, snatching a slip from Yuigahama’s hand to decide the order.

“First.”

And incredibly, she actually drew the number one…

“Tch.”

Himekoji sighed gloomily.

His opinion didn’t matter; his words held no weight. No one was willing to listen to him.

He had hoped Yukinoshita might stop this crazy bunch, but unexpectedly, even Yukinoshita had lost her cool, diving headfirst into this “luxury service session for Himekoji”…

“Start! Start!”

Akiko seemed to have bounced back from the sadness of “Onii-chan being made public.” She rolled up her sleeves and yelled.

She actually seemed eager to share her Onii-chan with everyone?

Of course, the reason Akiko acted this way was because she’d figured it out.

That’s right! She wanted to prove something to everyone!

Namely—

The one who could make Himekoji most comfortable was only his Imouto! His wife Imouto, who was already family before marriage!

She also sincerely hoped her Onii-chan would realize this soon.

…

“Um… shouldn’t we have a time limit for each person?”

Yuigahama proposed.

Deciding the order, setting the rules… Yuigahama really did seem like the organizer, worrying about every detail.

“Ten minutes.”

Kasumigaoka stated decisively.

It was indeed a reasonable time.

Not so short that nothing could happen, nor so long that too much might happen.

Just enough for some foreplay.

Kasumigaoka rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

Yukinoshita quietly stood to the side the whole time. The only thing she did was—

Once again, she handcuffed Himekoji back to the bed.

“What are you doing?!”

Himekoji was furious!

This Yukinoshita had been useless when he needed help earlier. Now when he didn’t need her, she came and messed things up!

“What? Of course, making sure you’re tied down properly.”

Yukinoshita clapped her hands, casual and matter-of-fact.

“Everyone knows that! I’m asking why you’re tying me up again!”

Couldn’t his hands and feet get a vacation?

Himekoji felt despair.

“To prevent you from acting up later.”

“Well, you sure cuffed the wrong person!”

The one likely to “act up” later clearly wasn’t him!

He would be the one being acted upon…

His carnivorous Imouto, plus a bold and uninhibited Kasumigaoka? Once cuffed, they could do whatever they wanted to him!

He was like a fish on a cutting board!

Thinking of this, Himekoji shuddered.

“No! I don’t need care! I just want to sleep!”

Himekoji struggled desperately.

It was futile.

“You don’t need care when sleeping? Sleep is when you need care the most! When Akiko sleeps, she always wished her Onii-chan could get under my blanket and take care of her just once! Even once! But Onii-chan is totally wooden! So disappointing!”

Akiko stomped her foot in frustration.

Regarding his Imouto’s nonsense, Himekoji chose to ignore it, as usual.

“Akito means he actually needs someone to… serve him in bed?”

Mashiro somehow arrived at this baffling conclusion. Her reading comprehension must be disastrous.

“I never said that! I’m the type who can’t sleep with any noise at all! So, all of you, leave me alone! I just want to be quiet!”

“Sensei has already left.”

“Not that ‘quiet’! The ‘quiet’ of sleeping silently through an afternoon nap!”

“How can quietly sleeping an afternoon nap be as comfortable as sleeping an afternoon nap with ‘quiet’?”

Truly a graduating Senpai; her words were utterly reckless.

Himekoji couldn’t respond. He could only pretend not to hear.

So he had pleaded like this… Could they please give him some face?

Himekoji, utterly hopeless, prayed.

“Hmm, then let’s add another rule.”

A bright idea struck Yuigahama,

“When taking care of Akito, nobody is allowed to talk. Stay quiet. That’s okay, right?”

“Mm, that makes sense!”

“Okay!”

“I think it’ll work!”

Such a low-quality suggestion was actually unanimously accepted…

Himekoji couldn’t even muster the energy to complain.

Since things had come to this, he simply couldn’t be bothered to protest anymore.

After all, protests were always useless, weren’t they?

At worst, he could just pretend to be asleep the whole time!

…

All the girls were the decisive, action-oriented type.

And so, the first ten minutes began in an instant—

Everyone left the hospital room except for Himekoji, who was firmly handcuffed to the bed, and Mashiro.

Mashiro was first.

That was the only piece of information Himekoji knew.

Because earlier, when this idiot drew the first lot, she clapped happily…

Of course, was the difficulty lowest because it was the first round?

Playing dead for ten minutes wasn’t particularly difficult for Himekoji.

Himekoji would just sleep. Mashiro, as a participant, wasn’t allowed to speak, according to the rules.

“Akito, turn on your side.”

Then, Himekoji heard Mashiro speak…

What the heck?!

“Didn’t they say no talking?!”

This girl was actually cheating!

“Huh? They said that?”

Mashiro tilted her head.

Who knew if she genuinely forgot or was pretending?

Anyway, she showed absolutely no intention of stopping.

“Akito, lift your butt.”

“Lift it? What are you going to do?!”

Stop saying things that invite weird thoughts, hey!

Besides, a line like that should at least be said by the guy!

“To cure Akito’s sickness.”

Cure sickness?

What nonsense was this idiot spouting now?

“No, I don’t need it! Seems like you’re the one needing a cure!”

Someone as big as you still can’t even care for yourself, you definitely need curing!

“Be good, don’t mess around. It won’t hurt.”

Mashiro took off her Little Leather Shoes, climbed onto Himekoji’s bed, patted his head, and spoke.

Who knew where she learned that!

“Please say that with at least some feeling! Gently! Gently! Understand?”

“Be good, don’t mess around. It won’t hurt.”

Mashiro obediently repeated it.

“The tone was even more flat and deadpan! No feeling! Zero points!”

“Akito’s requests are strange.”

Mashiro puffed out her cheeks, complaining unhappily.

With that, without giving Himekoji a chance to react, she suddenly reached out and swiftly pulled down his pants.

Himekoji’s… well, butt was cold!

It wasn’t that part yet!

“What exactly are you doing, Mashiro?!”

Himekoji spoke, already sensing things were off.

Because—

This level of difficulty wasn’t meant for the first round at all!

“Put it in.”

“Huh?”

…