158 The End of Corruption
He laughed in fury and said:
"Miharutaki Sakura, I'll give you one last chance."
"Don't forget the engagement on you.
As long as that engagement exists, you are my personal property!
Come over to me immediately, otherwise, be prepared to fall into hell together with Hikigaya Hachiman, along with your entire family."
"I'm looking forward to it," Miharutaki Sakura shot back fiercely, glaring at him without backing down.
At this point, she no longer had any way to resist.
She could only follow her master, Hikigaya Hachiman, to the very end—
either gaining everything or losing it all.
After speaking, to show her determination,
she turned her head slightly, leaned in slowly,
and pressed her full, luscious red lips directly onto Hikigaya's cheek,
leaving behind a seductive lip mark.
Hikigaya also displayed his dominance as a man.
Looking down arrogantly at Mibuomi Aoi, he said:
"You probably don't realize it yet—
but every inch of Miharu-senpai's skin has already been played with by me.
It's my territory.
Mibuomi, you should know a basic principle—private territory is sacred and inviolable."
"Good, very good!"
Mibuomi Aoi ground his back teeth so hard it seemed they would shatter,
the venom in his eyes practically overflowing with malice:
"At the Great Bloom Festival, all of you—just wait to descend into hell."
With that, Mibuomi Aoi violently kicked the door open and stormed out.
Watching Mibuomi Aoi's retreating figure,
Miharutaki Sakura felt a faint sense of loss in her heart.
But it wasn't regret over their relationship—
rather, it was a feeling of resentment toward her own past foolishness.
If only I had broken free from the illusion of my fiancé earlier,
if only I had recognized the true face of Mibuomi Aoi sooner...
"Are you regretting it?"
As soon as Mibuomi Aoi left, Hikigaya Hachiman immediately returned to his gentlemanly demeanor, withdrawing his rough hands from Miharutaki Sakura.
He shifted his body closer to Yumeko's side, creating a polite distance between them.
"No, I don't regret it," Miharutaki Sakura said firmly, then smiled as she looked back at him:
"But Hikigaya-sama, you better not abandon me afterward."
"I promise."
The clubroom returned to a peaceful silence.
Miharutaki Sakura glanced subtly at Jabami Yumeko.
She had always been a woman with excellent powers of observation, and she vaguely sensed that her junior, her "Mistress," seemed to have some unusual preferences.
Even though she had just behaved indecently toward Hikigaya-sama, Yumeko had shown no reaction at all.
Could it be… Miharu's eyes flickered thoughtfully.
People often viewed those they loved with a special filter.
Just like she had once seen Mibuomi through such a lens, Hikigaya probably viewed Yumeko with a similar, innocent filter.
But if one stripped away that filter...
Miharutaki Sakura had faintly realized the truth.
'If that's really the case… then...'
Her cheeks flushed deeper red.
For the sake of future harmony between master and servants, to prevent conflict between Mistress and maids,
and also to tie herself more deeply to Hikigaya's faction, she decided to take a bold step.
Taking advantage of the moment when Yumeko stood up and went with Houko (the younger of the Ougatou sisters) to the water dispenser,
Miharutaki Sakura swiftly reached out her delicate hand and yanked open Hikigaya's belt.
Under Hikigaya Hachiman's shocked gaze—.
While focusing her mind on two things at once, Miharutaki Sakura sharply noticed that Yumeko's body trembled slightly,
but she didn't try to stop them.
Instead, Yumeko made an excuse and lingered near the water dispenser.
Meanwhile, Naoko, who was lying on Hikigaya's lap, stared wide-eyed in shock at the scene before her.
She couldn't say a single word, her mouth hanging open as she watched the massive shadow loom over her.
'So—so bold.'
As Miharutaki Sakura's hand reached into Hikigaya's pants, his eyes widened in shock, and he let out a low groan. His face turned bright red, and he seemed to be frozen in place, unsure of how to react.
Naoko, still lying on his lap, looked like she was about to faint but hidden in her eyes there was and hint of excitement and lust.
Her eyes were fixed on the scene before her, and her mouth was still hanging open in shock. She couldn't seem to process what was happening, and her body was tense with anticipation.
Yumeko, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show, trying to not advert Hachiman that she noticed the situation.
She was still lingering near the water dispenser, her eyes fixed on the scene before her.
Her body had trembled slightly when Miharutaki Sakura had first made her move, but now she seemed to be savoring the moment.
Miharutaki Sakura, meanwhile, was completely focused on her task. Her hand was moving quickly and surely, and Hikigaya's eyes were fixed on her face, his expression a mix of shock and desire.
As Miharutaki Sakura's hand continued to move, Hikagaya tried to stiff his groans, and his body began to tense up. Naoko, still lying on his lap, didn't say anything, in fact her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Yumeko, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show, a small, sly smile playing on her lips as she pretended to be oblivious to the situation.
Miharutaki Sakura's hand moved faster and faster, and Hikigaya's eyes rolled back in his head, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and shock.
After a while he couldn't hold on anymore and his body jerked violently, his hips thrusting upwards as he reached his climax.
As he came, Miharutaki Sakura quickly withdrew her hand, a look of satisfaction on her face. Hikigaya's eyes snapped back into focus, and he looked at her, his face still flushed with pleasure. Naoko, still lying her head on his lap, looked like she was in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief and excitement.
Yumeko, still lingering near the water dispenser, seemed to be completely unaware of what had just happened. She turned to Houko and said, "I think I'll get a drink of water, it's so hot in here." Her voice was calm and casual, and she didn't even glance in Hikigaya's direction.
Miharutaki Sakura, meanwhile, was smiling to herself, looking pleased with what she had just accomplished. She leaned in close to Hikigaya and whispered, "I hope that was to your liking, Hikigaya-sama." Her voice was low and sultry, and Hikigaya's face turned bright red as he looked at her, still trying to process what had just happened.
The scene was awkward, with Naoko still lying on Hikigaya's lap, and Yumeko pretending to be oblivious to the whole situation.
Miharutaki Sakura, on the other hand, seemed to be basking in the glory of what she had just done, a mix of satisfaction and embarassment on her face.
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Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Almost as if fate were building toward a dramatic climax,
nothing major happened at Hyakkaou Academy in the days leading up to the Chaos Festival.
What kind of raging undercurrents were hidden beneath this strange calm?
Hikigaya Hachiman couldn't know.
But over these few days, he had indeed experienced fear.
In order to build momentum, he had no choice but to visit the baseball club's activity room every day.
And visiting the baseball club activity room meant...
he would have to suffer terribly.
Naoko and Miharutaki Sakura would always take advantage of moments when Yumeko and Houko were distracted to launch surprise attacks on him.
Other than those places which hadn't yet been tested,
Hikigaya Hachiman had thoroughly experienced the pleasures of hand and foot stimulation.
Naoko Yuno and Miharutaki Sakura each had their own strengths.
First, Naoko—
Perhaps because she was a sporty beauty,
Hikigaya Hachiman truly felt the wonder of human anatomy, giving him an unprecedented sensory experience.
As for Miharutaki-senpai,
she provided the ultimate audiovisual enjoyment.
When she spread her plump lips apart with two fingers and, muffled, said:
"Even inside is fine. It's so warm and comfortable,"
Hikigaya Hachiman's sense of guilt reached its peak.
Out of pity for Yumeko, he had not tried many things with her,
but with these two girls, he had now experienced them all.
Hikigaya Hachiman lived each day in the painful mix of guilt and pleasure.
Finally—
The day of the Great Bloom Festival arrived.
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On this morning, Hikigaya Hachiman noticed something different about the Great Bloom Festival.
It seemed all the children of the noble families had changed into luxurious clothes representing their family's power.
It was a dazzling competition of beauty,
a blooming of a hundred flowers.
Hikigaya Hachiman saw several familiar faces—
girls who might have only been passably attractive before, suddenly exuded a strange new beauty in their family attire.
Only he and someone like Saotome Mary, children of common families and special scholarship students, continued to wear their usual school uniforms.
The Great Bloom Festival represents not just Hyakkaou Academy's gambling feast...
It's also the battlefield where the young generation of Japan's top aristocrats compete for dominance.
Hikigaya faintly realized this truth.
But all of that had nothing to do with him.
Now, he was just a plain, unremarkable bestselling author.
All he could do was hide in the shadows, watching these noble heirs flaunt their brilliance.
Was he envious?
Hikigaya couldn't quite say what he felt.
In the prime of youth, some chose to release themselves, to savor the best moments of life and participate in the highest tiers of social interaction, while others could only silently labor in the shadows, immersed in their desires, drawing strength from them, longing for a day when they could finally rise to the pinnacle.
Maybe a lifetime of effort for the latter wouldn't even match a single moment's bloom for the former.
But Hikigaya Hachiman was willing to dedicate his life to that struggle.
Smiling bitterly and shaking his head, Hikigaya realized he was becoming more and more sentimental, wasting his emotions thinking about these meaningless things.