In the end, I ended up pouring two loads into Isla and four into Nora that day. Since I had already released twice with Jessica two days prior, that was my limit.
After that, the three of us lay side by side, with the sisters flanking me, as we engaged in some pillow talk.
Isla, now a third-year university student, said she wouldn't get a job and would serve as my sex slave, available whenever I wanted her. With the income from her precognitive magic, there shouldn't be any issues.
Nora, a second-year middle schooler, apparently aims to attend the same high school as me. By the time she enrolls, I'll be a third-year, but if I go to the university next to the high school, it seems we'll have a long relationship ahead.
And so, the day came to an end. The next time I'd see Nora would probably be during spring break at the earliest.
***
The week passed, and today is Monday, January 9th. The third semester starts today.
After the opening ceremony in the gym, we had a seat change in the classroom. The result? I ended up in the very back row of the column closest to the hallway.
The only notable thing was that the class rep, Oliver, was seated to my left, while Emily and Jessica were placed far away. Well, Emily hasn't shown up at all, and even if Jessica were nearby, we couldn't act too friendly to avoid getting caught, so it wasn't really a problem.
***
I haven't been able to get intimate with Jessica since New Year's. Frankly, it's hard to come up with a plausible excuse to rent a love hotel room again.
Jessica's place is a no-go since her mom is a housewife and she has a younger brother. At my place, both parents work, so there are times when I'm home alone, but our schedules rarely align.
We make sure to go on at least one date every weekend, but weekdays are tough. So, I decided to spend as much time as possible with Jessica in the fortune-telling club's room after school.
Or at least, that was the plan—except the clubroom wasn't just for the two of us. There was one other person present. At first, she tolerated us for a few days, but one day, unfortunately, she snapped.
***
"..."
"Hey, Ethan... Aaahn..."
"Aaahn… Mmm, thanks. Here, Jess, your turn—aaahn..."
"..."
"Aaahn… Mmm, everything tastes better when you feed me, Ethan..."
"Everything's tastier with you too, Jess."
"..."
"Ehehe! Ethan, you're such a tease..."
"Jess…"
"...Ugh, UGHHHHHH—!!!!"
As we took turns feeding each other chocolate snacks, the club president, senior Margaret, who had been sitting across from Jessica, suddenly let out a shriek.
Startled, we both turned to look at her, having been lost in each other's eyes moments before.
"Enough! Every single day! Right in front of me! All this lovey-dovey, flirty-flirty nonsense!!"
"M-Margaret!?"
"P-President!?"
"What!? Do you just love tormenting me that much!? Sorry for not having a boyfriend, okay!?"
The president slammed her fists on the desk where she had been quietly doing tarot readings earlier. The tarot cards bounced wildly, nearly falling off.
"I… I never wanted to see Jessica acting like such a… such a lovesick fool!"
"W-Wait, I'm not a lovesick fool!"
"But a lovesick Jess is cute, isn't she, President?"
"R-Really?"
"UGHHHH—!!! Give her back! Give me back the ice-cold Jessica from before she met a boy!!"
For a while, she devolved into a screeching mess, but since she's in a cultural club and doesn't exercise much, she quickly wore herself out and calmed down. Breathing heavily, the president slumped over the desk and muttered under her breath.
"Haaah… haaah… Who knew Ethan would turn out to be such a womanizer…"
"…That's a harsh way to put it."
"Ethan is NOT a womanizer!"
"Ahh… right…"
"So… basically, you don't like seeing me and Jessica being close, huh?"
"Haaah… It's a matter of degree… Try putting yourself in my shoes, having to watch this every single day since the semester started…"
"So if it's not every day, it's fine?"
"Well, I did egg you on a bit, so I'm partly to blame. Phew…"
"Egg us on? Don't you mean 'teased'?"
"Now, now, Jessica. So, what's the solution?"
"Hmm… How about two or three times a week, on alternating days?"
"Please. Just keep it to that. Every single day is just… too much…"
Apparently, the president genuinely couldn't handle watching us be lovey-dovey daily. Telling her to just get a boyfriend would probably be in poor taste.
"Fine. We'll stop coming to the clubroom every day. Jess, okay with that?"
"…Alright. If it's really that hard for Margaret, then we'll adjust."
"Thanks… Seriously, I mean it."
Well, from my perspective, it would be better to have some time after school to get intimate with Isla and Charlotte. Plus, I also want to avoid pushing the club president too far, leading to the divination club being disbanded and losing this clubroom.
If things stay just the three of us even after moving up a grade, we can keep the club going by bringing in Nora, who's set to enroll after the president graduates. By then, Jessica will have fallen into being a lewd slave, and once that happens, things are bound to get really fun.
A master, two sex slaves, and a secluded clubroom—there's no way nothing would happen. Well, not that I'd go further than a blowjob at school, of course.
Thinking about all that, I watch the two of them talking. When you really look at her, the president is quite the beauty, with a voluptuous body somewhere between Erika and Charlotte's. She'd be better off just getting a boyfriend.
***
The first week of the third term was spent flirting with Jessica in the clubroom, so I didn't get to sleep with any of my lewd slaves on weekdays. As for that weekend, I ended up being invited to Jessica's place on Saturday.
That day, not only her mother but also her father and younger brother were home to greet me. Nervous, I gave my greetings, but they treated me normally, without any fuss.
It was completely different from what I'd imagined—me, the so-called "natural enemy of fathers" as their beloved daughter's boyfriend. Puzzled, I soon learned the reason from her father himself.
Apparently, it was because of Jessica's icy demeanor toward boys in the past, something the club president had mentioned the other day. Her father admitted he'd been worried about whether she'd ever be able to marry.
So, as for me—the first guy she'd ever brought home—they were just keeping an eye on things. Seems like his feelings were complicated.
After that, we relaxed in her room. Of course, I held back from anything too lewd, settling for just kissing and enjoying some sweet time together until evening.
Sunday was the day to release all the pent-up semen. That morning, I called Isla and Charlotte to the sex room.
That said, it wasn't for a threesome there. Instead, we got into a car with Isla as the driver, Charlotte joining us, and headed for a certain destination.
Our goal was Nanako's mansion. That's right—today was the day I'd finally get to enjoy my first foursome with the three of them.
***
Thanks to the holiday traffic, it took about twenty minutes to reach our destination.
Since I'd called right before arriving, the electric gate opened immediately. Driving inside, the gate closed behind us as we parked in the spot closest to the main house.
Getting out and heading to the entrance, we were greeted by Nanako, dressed in traditional Japanese attire. Ever since falling into being a lewd slave, she'd grown even more alluring and seductive.
The change was so noticeable that I wondered if it had become neighborhood gossip. By the way, Isla and Charlotte had already been introduced to her, and they'd each had threesome play sessions with me separately.
"Welcome, Master."
"Yeah, looking forward to today."
"Of course. Isla, Charlotte, it's been a while."
"Yes. Let's have a good year together, Nanako."
"As fellow servants of Master, let's work together."
"Absolutely. Now, it's cold outside—let's head in quickly."
Urged on by Nanako, we all stepped inside through the entrance. Finally, she locked the door behind us and activated the home security system from the alarm company.