275 Yobami' desire to be punished is to the point of being unbearable ❤~
The Classical Music Research Club.
Rurichou Nadeshiko's expression was stiff, her knees bent, and she was unable to comprehend what was happening in front of her.
This boy, who looked like a delinquent, had completely toyed with her.
At the beginning, she was able to win easily, gaining many votes.
But after several rounds... all the votes in her hand were won back by the opponent, with interest, and now she was on the verge of losing everything.
Why was this happening...? Her lies were supposed to be flawless!
Rurichou Nadeshiko was plunged into deep self-doubt.
This was the final round, and if she lost, she would lose all her votes.
Although she hadn't had high hopes for the election from the start, she could have "sold" her votes to those who needed them!
For those with ambition, the more intense the competition, the more valuable the votes became, and her progress towards buying a Steinway would have accelerated.
But now... the Steinway would once again become an unattainable Jabami.
"Hey, hey, can you even do this? This is the final round, and if you lose, all your votes will be mine~" Obami Ibara sneered.
Following the dealer's command, both parties opened the lids of their money jars.
"Ha ha, my guess was correct again. I'll take all your votes!" Obami Ibara swept up the chips in front of him and walked away, leaving Rurichou Nadeshiko sitting in a daze.
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The Photography Club, the Soccer Club, the Fortune-Telling Club...
All the clubs associated with the former Full-Bloom executive committee were "plundered" by Obami Ibara, their accumulated votes reduced to zero.
A day later, Obami Ibara returned to the activity room, carrying a full bag of chips, and slammed them down in front of Obami Rin, yawning exaggeratedly: "Aha—"
"I'm exhausted, it was tough getting the votes from those guys. I've got around 300 chips, which should put me in a safe position."
"Good work."
"Haha, anyway, Rin, you can go ahead and clear the way now." Obami Ibara glanced cautiously in the direction of Totobami: "But, Rin, is it really okay to let Totobami do as she pleases?"
"I have a feeling she's brewing a plan to take us down."
Obami Rin pressed down on her hand, smiling: "Let's not say anything that might harm the unity of the Hundred Devouring Family. Plans? We've always been part of Totobami's plans, haven't we?"
"B... but—"
"However, this election has a crucial factor. No matter what plans or schemes there are, we need to win the gamble to succeed. I will win in the end, and Totobami's plans will be nothing but a wedding dress for me."
"I see, that's our Rin."
Obami Rin stood up, facing Miroslava: "Honebami, are you ready?"
"Ready."
"Then let's go together."
"Wait!" Inbami Miyo hurriedly stood up: "I'm coming too."
She had received news that Miyo had obtained some antidotes from the Yobami family, but she was worried about Miyo's current state.
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The scene shifted to the Baseball Club's activity room.
Just yesterday, Yobami Miri had been cold and unyielding, looking at Juraku Sachiko with disdain.
But now, she was unable to get up.
Her small body had collapsed, kneeling powerlessly in front of the leather sofa, her school uniform wrinkled from a day of torment.
Yobami Miri's will was becoming increasingly chaotic, as if she had become a beast that only responded to Juraku Sachiko's orders, worshipping her high-heeled leather shoes.
Her eyes were glazed, tears streaming down her face as she held Juraku Sachiko's shoe-clad foot, murmuring: "Juraku-sama"
"I... I'm done for"
"I... I won't be able to beat Juraku-sama"
"Juraku-sama, more! More! Please give me more rewards!"
As she murmured, Yobami Miri's expression became dazed, and she was about to bury her head and offer her loyalty.
She could no longer resist the intense attack from Juraku Sachiko, which was too overwhelming for her, a flower that had always lived in the Yobami family's greenhouse.
"This won't do~" However, just as she was about to touch Juraku Sachiko's foot, Juraku Sachiko suddenly pulled the leash, stopping Yobami Miri's downward motion.
Juraku Sachiko leaned down, using her finger to lift Yobami Miri's chin: "Yobami, you weren't like this yesterday. You had a defiant expression, which was quite interesting."
"I was ignorant, please punish me, Juraku-sama!"
Clear saliva dripped from Yobami Miri's mouth, and her mind was filled with pink love hearts, constantly urging her body to demand "punishment".
Only punishment could make her forget the shame of defeat.
Only punishment could make her body and mind rely on Juraku Sachiko's feet and forget her worries.
Seeing Yobami Miri's selfless state, Juraku Sachiko felt a bit bored.
She opened her mouth, and her sexy, domineering red lips seemed to be brewing something.
Yobami Miri quickly opened her pink, cherry-like mouth.
However, the punishment Yobami Miri had been expecting did not arrive.
Juraku Sachiko smiled charmingly and withdrew her body, causing Yobami Miri's desire to reach its peak and then suddenly stop.
She collapsed, falling completely at Juraku Sachiko's feet, her body twitching from time to time.
She knew that she might never be able to leave Juraku Sachiko again.
The twisted desire in her heart could only be satisfied by Juraku Sachiko, and she would continue to pursue it until she was satisfied.
At the same time, as the head of the Momobami Pharmaceutical family, Yobami Miri also understood that this was not because Juraku Sachiko had given her some kind of poison that stimulated her body's desires.
Rather, it was a heart poison that was rooted deep within her, and there was no cure.
This woman was really terrifying.
Even though she knew that she was heading towards hell, Yobami Miri still sank deeper into it.
The Hundred Devouring Family family's election, the Yobami family's inheritance... all these things were thrown out of her mind.
"The one you should be seeking punishment from is not me, but the people you have hurt, Yobami Miri."
Juraku Sachiko pulled the leash, forcing Yobami Miri to kneel on the ground, her soft, weak body turning around.
She made Yobami Miri look at the people she had hurt.
The sisters, Naoko and Houko, were currently lying on Jabami's and Hikigaya's legs, their well-trained bodies flexible and completely different from Yobami Miri's soft, cute appearance.
"If you want punishment that much, go ahead~"
"Not Juraku-sama's... it's not allowed."
Although the heart poison had completely permeated Yobami Miri's heart, it did not mean that she had completely lost her mind.
If it was not Juraku Sachiko's punishment, it would be meaningless!
Even if it was the beautiful girl, Jabami Yumeko, if she were to be punished by her, Yobami Miri would still feel physical discomfort.
It was like a poison, and the corresponding antidote was the only solution.
"So, I'll tell you the same thing. It's not okay if it's not like this~ If they don't punish you first, I won't punish you." Juraku Sachiko hugged her chest, and even though she was sitting on the sofa, she still looked superior.
She lightly kicked off her high-heeled leather shoes, and her white, silky toes touched Yobami Miri's protruding buttocks.
She spoke in a voice that was full of deadly temptation: "Go ahead~ Go and beg for punishment, Yobami Miri~"
The voice entered Yobami Miri's brain, like opening the door to Pandora's box.
If it was for the sake of finally receiving Juraku Sachiko's punishment, then temporarily accepting punishment from Hebi Jabami and the others... seemed to be not impossible.
"Just once! Just once! Just once! It's just to get Juraku-sama's punishment, I haven't gone bad!" Yobami Miri kept hypnotizing herself, and her body slowly crawled forward.
She trembled as she held up Jabami's white, bare feet, and pressed them against her face, rubbing her precious Yobami face against Jabami's white foot soles.
Her heart was trembling violently.
"Is this okay, Juraku-sama?" She didn't dare to look back, afraid that Juraku Sachiko would see her in this ugly state: "Do the same to me as you do to Jabami~"
Juraku Sachiko's voice was full of playfulness, and she had no qualms about sharing her thoughts with Yobami Miri, who had already gone bad.
Yobami Miri took a deep breath, lifted her head, and gazed at Jabami's cherry lips with a dazed expression: "Please, please punish me, Jabami Yumeko~"
After saying that, she opened her mouth and knelt on the ground, waiting for Jabami's punishment.
However, Jabami simply hugged Hikigaya's arm affectionately, unmoved.
Jabami had always been a petty person, and since Yobami Miri had hurt Hikigaya, Jabami didn't even have the desire to punish her.
In her opinion, punishment was just a game.
She didn't want to let the person who had hurt Hikigaya participate in this game filled with erotic atmosphere.
"Miri-chan, is this really okay?"
"You're Miyo-chan's little sister, right? Yesterday, when I wanted to hug you, you directly rejected me, remember?"
Although Jabami didn't want to let Yobami Miri participate in the game, she still instinctively wanted to torment Yobami Miri's mind, making her sanity suffer.
She lifted her foot and pressed it against Yobami Miri's chin, forcing her to look up at her: "You're doing this, aren't you? It will bring shame to Miyo-chan!"
"Miyo..."
It was as if she had mentioned a forbidden word, temporarily awakening Yobami Miri's sanity, and a layer of misty tears appeared in her eyes.
She also knew that her actions would bring shame to Miyo, but she just couldn't help herself!
"Please, Jabami-chan, punish me!" Tears of regret streamed down Miri's face, and perhaps this time, it wasn't just a game, but a genuine apology.
"If that's the case... then..."
"Jabami Yumeko!!!"
"What are you doing?!"
276 Juraku Sachiko × Honebami Miroslava ❤~
What kind of emotions were contained in that voice? Grief, helplessness, despair, anger...
Even though it had only been one day, Inbami Miyo absolutely could not accept her little sister being turned into such a state, nor could she accept what Jabami Yumeko had done to her sister.
She quickly walked over, grabbed Yobami Miri's wrist, and pulled her into her arms.
"Si... Sister." Though temporarily relieved of her suffering, Yobami Miri didn't seem grateful.
She squirmed and whispered, "Let, let me go... I still need to accept punishment."
This appearance left Inbami both shocked and furious.
This Miri had already been completely broken! She glared at Jabami Yumeko: "What did you do to Miri?!"
"Nothing at all~" Yumeko's tone was light, with no hint of goodwill toward this former sister who had once betrayed her: "I merely dug out little sister Miri's true nature~ Just like how you, big sister Miyo, revealed your own during yesterday's gamble."
"You—"
Inbami Miyo was momentarily speechless, tightly holding Miri, unable to speak.
Seeing her sister in such a tragic state, she no longer had any desire for meaningless power struggles.
She just wanted everything to return to normal, for Miri to return to the way she used to be.
She took a deep breath and looked at Juraku Sachiko. "Name your terms. What will it take for you to release Miri?" "No matter what it is, I'll do it."
"Oh?" Juraku Sachiko raised her eyebrows, a hint of interest flickering in her eyes.
Just in time—Yobami Miri, broken so thoroughly in just one day, no longer held her interest.
But this woman, trying to redeem her sister... seemed far more worth destroying.
"You'll do anything?"
"Yes."
Inbami Miyo's face was gloomy.
She was ready for a heavy price.
People always had to pay for their past mistakes, and she was prepared.
After this matter was settled, she and Miri would no longer participate in these senseless disputes.
No matter how the Hundred Devouring Clan's leadership changed, they would simply protect their family estate.
"Alright, then." Juraku Sachiko got up and walked toward the sisters, directly removing the collar from Miri's neck. "Kneel, and put it on yourself~ Just one week. If you can endure for one week, your freedom—and your sister's—will be returned. Even if you fail, at least your sister will be free."
"Sister, don't!" At that moment, Yobami Miri briefly regained her senses, clinging tightly to Miyo's arm, shaking her head and begging.
But from her eyes, it was unclear whether she was concerned for her sister's descent, or for the loss of her own twisted pleasure.
Only those who had personally experienced it could understand the terror of Juraku Sachiko—the brainwashing cult that rooted itself in a person's inner submissiveness.
Inbami Miyo coldly stared at the collar.
What a miscalculation.
She had thought Sachiko would want money, power, or perhaps the antidotes and poisons of her family.
She never expected the target would be herself.
That was truly a miscalculation.
Her will—only she knew how strong it was—was nothing like Miri's frail nature!
In all the clan conflicts, she had always stood at the front to protect Miri, enduring all the ambushes and arrows.
Someone like her—there was no way Sachiko could tame her.
"Just seven days? Then as you wish." She took a deep breath, resolutely reached out, and accepted the leather collar that symbolized humiliation.
It still seemed to carry her sister's body heat.
She focused her mind and fastened it tightly around her pale white neck.
The strange tightness made her twist her body uncomfortably.
The lingering warmth from Miri seeped into her through the collar, stirring some unusual feelings in her heart. But none of this showed on her face.
She stood beside Juraku Sachiko, expressionless. "Alright, do whatever you want now. Just get it over with."
"No rush, we've got seven days to enjoy~" Sachiko licked her lips and took the hand of Inbami Miyo—hands long accustomed to medicinal herbs—into her palm, stroking and playing with them.
Without even raising her head, she said to the now-released Yobami Miri:
"You have a good sister. You're free now. You can go."
"I..." Yobami Miri clenched her small fists, feeling emptiness in her heart.
The collar around her neck was gone, but the psychological one still choked her, making it hard to breathe.
She looked at Miyo with a complicated gaze.
Gratitude mixed with blame.
But she also understood—all of her sister's sacrifices were for her.
If she stayed any longer, it would be an insult to her sister's choice.
So, she lowered her head, dragging her heavy body, and silently left the activity room.
Sitting in the center all this time, Hikigaya finally spoke. "Inbami-san, I assume you didn't come here just to redeem your sister, did you?"
"Hmph, of course not." Inbami Miyo lifted her head proudly.
This was the pride of their Hundred Devouring Clan: "But it's too late to ask that now. Because... trouble has arrived."
"Oh, what a touching display of sisterly love~"
A mocking voice came from outside the door.
Hikigaya Hachiman looked over and saw a blue-haired boy with a cowlick waving at them.
Hikigaya narrowed his eyes, instinctively sensing something off about the boy.
Like an observer who enjoys watching humans encountering a compulsive liar—natural-born enemies.
That discomfort wouldn't go away until one side eliminated the other.
Clearly, Obami Rin noticed it too.
He didn't greet Inbami Miyo, who had just been collared, but instead locked his gaze onto Hikigaya Hachiman. From him, Obami Rin sensed something... similar.
This guy—does he like deception too?
No... No, that's not right.
If it were just deception, the feeling should be similar to those in the clan.
But this is... different.
Obami Rin frowned internally.
He had researched Hikigaya beforehand and believed he had given him enough attention. But seeing him in person had changed his impression.
He put on a warm smile and extended a hand. "You must be Hikigaya-kun. A pleasure to meet you."
Never hit a smiling man—Hikigaya naturally reached out and shook his hand, quickly letting go.
Then he turned to the woman beside him—Honebami Miroslava. "Miss Honebami, it's been a while."
"Ah~ So you two already know each other?" Obami Rin feigned surprise.
"Oh, it's more than that," Yumeko, seated beside Hikigaya, chimed in with a well-timed tease: "Miroslava-nee and Hachiman are very close, right, Hachiman? After all, even—"
Miroslava, who had been carefully maintaining a cool image, couldn't hold it anymore.
Her face turned red and she angrily interrupted: "Enough! Stop talking!"
If Yumeko said anything more, it would basically expose that Hikigaya had indirectly tasted her.
During the banter, Miroslava also noticed the woman holding the leash—Juraku Sachiko.
She immediately understood: this was the woman Yumeko and Hikigaya had mentioned, the one capable of bringing "ultimate bliss."
Just like how Stand users are naturally drawn to one another, this soul-deep pull made their eyes meet.
Sachiko paused her playful torment of Miyo and for once wore a serious expression, locking eyes with Miroslava.
This woman... I want her. I must have her!!
Aside from Hikigaya, this might be her best toy yet!
Sachiko's heart ignited.
The more difficult and unyielding something was, the more it stirred her desire to conquer.
Hikigaya was already a special case, endlessly fueling her ambition.
Yumeko was supposed to be like that too.
But once Sachiko discovered Yumeko's special fetishes, her once-perfect plaything lost its shine.
However— This woman before her was a divine gift!
That proud figure, the stern face laced with authority, the black knee-high boots filled with sadistic flair, the cold black leather gloves—everything about her ignited Sachiko's lust.
From the very first glance, Sachiko began fantasizing.
What would it be like to see those long, luscious legs kneeling before her? Surely it would be a pleasure she had never known.
Likewise, Miroslava was sizing up Sachiko.
When her eyes landed on those red-bottomed lacquer heels, she too became aroused. Looking upward—such an aloof aura, such crimson beast-like eyes, that white hair like woven silk...
Hehe~ Hehe~
The two women let out eerie, mirroring laughs. Bone-chilling.
"I want her breasts to clean my boots!!" "I want her white hair to clean my feet!!"
They didn't hide their twisted thoughts at all.
Just through eye contact, their black, venomous intent clashed in the air—an invisible battle of wills seeking to crush and devour the other.
Even Obami Rin took a step back in shock from the terrifying energy.
Any remaining doubts were erased.
He could tell—Miroslava absolutely had some reason that made it impossible for her to lose.
Though he couldn't guess what that reason was. Still, with a Hundred Devouring clanmate like her as an ally, he no longer worried about betrayal.
He smiled with that bright, boyish grin and said to Hikigaya: "Hikigaya-kun, you probably already know what Miroslava and I are here for. Let's skip the small talk and start the gamble!"