161 Hikigaya Wants to Become the Master of the Momobami
Sitting upon the throne, Momobami Kirari still appeared as noble as ever.
However, the collar around her neck shattered that beauty.
It was like a pristine sheet of white paper being stained by ink — abrupt and eerie.
'Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?'
Hikigaya Hachiman felt the texture of the leather collar in his hand and was momentarily stunned.
Looking at the noble face before him, a strange sensation welled up in his heart.
'This easily? Momobami Kirari has become my personal livestock?'
'No, this is an illusion.'
Alarm bells rang in Hikigaya Hachiman's heart.
This kind of supreme power, granted by someone else, nearly caused him to lose himself.
Power truly was the most seductive poison.
Seemingly seeing through Hikigaya's hesitation,
Momobami Kirari showed a trace of disappointment.
Even though she had lost the bet, she wasn't receiving the proper "punishment" she had sought.
This kind of gamble was not what she desired.
Was the pleasure she could receive from Hikigaya only at such a low level?
'So disappointing, truly disappointing.'
Hikigaya Hachiman's mind sharpened, keenly noticing the hint of disappointment deep within Momobami Kirari's eyes —
like a mischievous little girl pouting after her wishes were not fulfilled.
He understood that this woman was fundamentally different from seniors like Miharutaki.
What she pursued was pure novelty and pleasure. She was, through and through, a pleasure-seeker.
If he failed to provide that pleasure...
Hikigaya couldn't help but think of the ancient Chinese emperors' favored ministers and jesters —
once they lost the ability to amuse the emperor, they were cast aside and forgotten, losing all their power.
Hikigaya's self-positioning was both humble and clear:
At Hyakkaou Academy, Momobami Kirari was the empress,
and he was simply a favored minister currently in the spotlight.
Outside the school, in the distribution of actual political power among the class factions,
everything was under the control of Kirari's vassals — Hikigaya himself was nothing.
Therefore, inside the academy, he had to rely on the rules of gambling,
giving everything he had to please Momobami Kirari.
It was true during their tense gambling sessions; it was true now, temporarily being her "master."
'I can't just do nothing, but I can't go overboard either.'
Seeing the amused expression of Juraku Sachiko sitting nearby, Hikigaya made his decision swiftly.
'Juraku, if you're so eager to enjoy the show, then don't blame me for dragging you in.'
Having resolved himself to please Kirari — but unsure of the proper degree —
Hikigaya decided he would have to feel his way forward.
With that in mind, Hikigaya gave a slight tug on the leash in his hand and calmly said,
"Then, President Momobami, give Senior Juraku a shoulder massage."
—Eh?
Both women froze for a moment, clearly not expecting such a command.
In Kirari's eyes, a thick sense of disappointment flashed again.
Such an order was certainly unexpected, but there was no pleasure in it —
it was merely an intimate act between girls, nothing thrilling.
With disappointment, Kirari stood up, her graceful figure swaying,
and walked behind Juraku Sachiko, placing her slender hands on Sachiko's shoulders.
'This isn't enough.'
Kirari didn't bother hiding her emotions outside of gambling —
her disappointment was clearly captured by Hikigaya Hachiman.
He immediately adjusted,
abruptly yanking the leash in his hand, forcibly stopping Kirari's massage.
With his characteristic dead-fish eyes, he lazily but unreservedly scrutinized Kirari and said:
"Being so gentle with you seems wrong. I've changed my mind."
"Now, put each of Senior Juraku's fingers into your mouth, one by one."
As he spoke, Hikigaya didn't loosen his grip on the leash at all.
Under the restraint of the collar, Momobami Kirari bowed her head with difficulty,
painfully swallowing Juraku Sachiko's fingers.
'So this is what it feels like to lick someone else's fingers...how strange.'
Kirari's face showed satisfaction.
Although the resistance from the collar made her movements slow and caused a slight numbing pain on her skin,
the deep satisfaction in her heart perfectly masked the discomfort.
As for Juraku Sachiko herself, she crossed her shapely legs, tilted her body,
propping her head up with one hand, her eyes glinting with a faint crimson light.
This scene was not unfamiliar to her.
The novelty lay in the fact that the one licking her fingers was Momobami Kirari —
the woman standing at the pinnacle of power.
Under the weight of that identity, the sensation of Kirari's tongue licking her fingers
sent tingling shocks up her spine.
She was happy to cooperate with Hikigaya's plan —
while Kirari licked, Sachiko slid her fingers, teasingly tracing Kirari's slick tongue,
even letting her fingertips brush against Kirari's white teeth.
But being a true lover of "fun," Juraku Sachiko would not allow things to proceed exactly according to Hikigaya's intentions.
"Hey, Hikigaya," Juraku said softly,
"don't you want to do something to Kirari?"
"If an opportunity like this is right before your eyes,
and you hide behind me to escape the power that should be yours,
isn't that just too cowardly?"
"Someone like that... do you really think you can walk the path of kingship?"
'The path of kingship...'
Hikigaya Hachiman fell into silence.
His ambition was obvious to both women.
And as Juraku pointed out,
handling this situation with mere compromise — was that really the right answer?
Kirari had already finished licking all five fingers of Sachiko's right hand.
He need to show strenght
It was as if he suddenly understood everything.
The gloom and silence that had long accompanied him dissolved away,
and his eyes regained their clarity.
He glanced sincerely at Juraku Sachiko and said,
"Thank you."
"Juraku-senpai, once again you've awakened me."
Hikigaya gripped the leash tightly, pulling hard and roughly interrupting Kirari,
who had been enthusiastically savoring the act.
Facing Kirari's slightly displeased expression,
Hikigaya bared his fangs without hesitation,
speaking in a lazy but commanding tone:
"Kirari, kneel before me!"
—Kneel...
Juraku Sachiko's pupils contracted,
listening in disbelief to Hikigaya's command.
She had wanted to enjoy the show,
but this... this might have gone too far.
To give such an order to Kirari... this...
And Momobami Kirari?
Her body, ripe like a peach, trembled violently.
Whether it was from anger or shame, no one could tell.
Her deep-blue pupils lifted sharply upward,
her face showing an expression of ecstatic pleasure to the point of almost losing her mind.
No one had ever dared speak to her in such a tone before.