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Pasifista
As a store, it was quite in a slump.
「Hmm? Looks like you were able to buy quite a lot of disposed equipment. I thought we were a little under budget, though.」
The vice president tilted her head as she gazed at the weapons that were being taken out of the magic bag in the club room.
Disposed equipment were dungeon born items that had been sold off in the purchasing department and were determined to have no utility value and were thus literally disposed of.
They included chipped, broken weapons and items whose mind-sensitive ore was of low quality.
The 『Adept Workers』 bought these items and recycled them.
This was to prove that even non-combatant creators type classes could be useful instead of being treated as dropouts.
This was the reason why Mikan had established a production type class-only club.
The reason why the club ended up having only girls was because only girls agreed to Mikan’s dubious invitation to create a production type club, and above all else the treatment of girls with non-combat classes was so bad that they had no choice but to agree to it.
「Mikan-chan, wait a minute. These are not disposed items, right? Where did you take them from?」
The weapons of the Little Demon series that were lined up in a row were of a quality that could be reused as was.
They could be regularly used by first-year students as their main weapon, and the few mixed in magic weapons would by no means be strange to be seen hanging on the waists of the upperclassmen
「I didn’t steal them or anything. These are investment in the 『Adept Workers』, I suppose?」
「… Mikan-chan, don’t tell me that you’ve found a patron using your body or something?」
「Ahaha. As if there’s a patron that will be lured by someone like me.」
Haa, the vice president let out a sigh.
What she meant by 「you will look cute if you refine yourself」 was not that she needed some make-up or dressing up, it was just she would look cute if she had simply put her appearance in order
Everyone in the club, including herself, loved Mikan.
It was because the one who had given them hope and a smile when they had resigned themselves was Mikan.
「Ah, it’s just at first I thought that perhaps I was going to get raped, but after talking for a bit, he turned out to be a good boy.」
「Tell me more, Mikan-chan.」
This was why they would never forgive those who hurt this cute and precious president of theirs.
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There seem to be a lot of misconceptions about me, but I don’t have the resourcefulness to go out with many girls at the same time.
The Islamic cultural harem universe looks great exactly because it’s a story, but if you try to do it in real life, you’ll be swarmed with a lot of trouble.
I think those who are attracted to harems are in possession of a kind of collector disposition.
A relationship between a man and a woman should be a relationship where two people sincerely face each other and nurtures their love.
「Such is my humble opinion.」
「Err….」
Saki’s room in Asagi-sou is also Natsumi’s room at the same time.
I’m currently having a talk with the twin sisters who are seated facing me, side by side in seiza on the floor between the beds.
The ones who welcomed me as I headed to the room at the appointed time were the twin sisters who had been expecting me, clad in lingerie.
It was not a lucky pervert accident where I opened the door just in time they were changing clothes, but a straight-up pervert development where a bean ball was thrown with all their might at me.
It’s just as my gut feeling said to put a stop to the offering that had been wholly prepared for me.
No matter what Seiichi’s intentions are, I have no intention to do anything dishonest to Shizuka and the others.
I have a feeling the person in question doesn’t have much credibility as of late, though.
「But, Shizuka-san.」
「Told us to serve you properly.」
「As expected, huh.」
I wonder how much Shizuka-san sees me as a monster of sexual desire.
Most likely, Shizuka, who is able to minutely sense my passions through the Shizuka crystal link, uses even the most trivial of momentary impulses as a basis for her judgment.
Even as I turn my gaze toward a somewhat cute girl or a girl with huge boobs, it doesn’t equal to me wanting to have sex with them or making them my sex slaves.
「The talk is over.」
Well, first of all, it’d be troubling if they were to catch a cold, so I’d like them to put on some clothes.
Faced with adorable girls dressed in sensual attire, even though I’m someone whose presence of mind is like steel, the naughty boy is extending like steel.
Miharu and Natsumi look at each other and for some reason nod to each other.
It’s no more than the argument of a green youth, but I would appreciate it if they could be understanding of it.
There is a saying that it is not in a man’s nature not to eat offered meals and puffer fish soup, but I have always thought it was too shallow.
In my brain council, the opinion is divided about 2:8.
Unable to state that it’s unconditionally wrong, the debate seems to be heated.
By the way, the ex-councilors managed to escape the security force in their insurgence, and it’s turning into guerrilla warfare.
These guys are also pretty desperate.
「… What are you doing?」
My mind is slightly distracted by the council assembly in my brain, but I am pulled back to reality when I feel a soft, warm sensation on my chest and back.
Miharu is giving me a hug from the front, Natsumi from the back.
Perhaps they are nervous, they are a little sweaty and their bodies are on fire.
They are not on the same level as Shizuka’s, but unlike Saki’s, the swellings of their breasts, which are well above the average for their age, are launching a two pronged attack on me.
I have to admit that there is a part of me that is holding back as well, so I end up channeling energy into my body more than necessary.
This is way too troublesome.
As a side effect of the rapid increase in my body’s ability thanks to level up correction, I end up having a tendency to unnecessarily exert excessive force even in my daily life.
I’ve even squeezed a tumbler or crushed an unopened steel can.
I have to be especially careful during sex, when I surrender myself to my instincts.
Both Shizuka and Saki’s endurance have similarly been amplified thanks to leveling up, but it’s not in my intention to undesirably hurt them.
Natsumi, who is hugging me from behind with her boobs resting on my shoulders, takes off my jacket, while Miharu, who is sticking herself to me with her forehead pressed on my chest, unbuttons my shirt.
The two of them deftly strip me down to my half-nakedness as I sit motionless in seiza.
Miharu and Natsumi, who are in their underwear, once again undress themselves and closely stick their skin on top of mine, sandwiching me from front to back.
The voltage of my arousal has ended up rising, so I am afraid that I might end up hurting these girls who have low levels if I try to shake them off.
The girlish smell of the two, that is different from Shizuka and Saki, makes me dizzy.
「Move away if you’re satisfied」
If I carelessly touch them, it feels like the tension will end up breaking through the sky, followed by me diving into the bed and heading to an extreme battle.
Even if they don’t force themselves to offer their bodies like this, I’m ready to accept both of them as comrades of the same party.
I don’t have the inclination to covet and embrace girls who have tears running down their cheeks, after all.
Seemingly taken aback, Miharu touches her own cheek with her fingers and shakes her head as if rubbing her forehead on me, clinging to me tightly.
Natsumi, who is hugging me in a piggyback manner, smoothly reaches down and undoes my pants belt as if she has made up her mind.
Please wait a moment.
The power reconnaissance against the last line of defense is raising the signal for the battle.
The guerrilla councilors are on standby to charge in and break through the barricade.