283 Honebami Miroslava: the point of no return
The Hundred Devouring Familiy meeting room.
Compared to the initial excitement, it has become much quieter now.
Several familiar faces that were supposed to appear at the designated time have not shown up.
Yobami, Inbami, and even Honebami Miroslava have all disappeared from the meeting room.
"Yada yada, I've been outsmarted. I'm a bit sorry, Ibara, for the chips you got for me." Obami RIn took a sip of hot tea.
Although he saw through Hikigaya Hachiman's lie in the end, it didn't change the outcome.
Even though he had secretly kept a few coins in the first two rounds, it didn't have any impact on the overall situation.
"It's not your fault, Rin" Obami Ibara said with a shrug. "We can slowly win back the chips later, as long as you don't lose like Yobami and the others did."
"It's all because the designer of the gamble was too cunning. This kind of gamble, if no one sacrifices themselves, it would be a free win for the student council, which is infuriating."
"Ahh, there's no way around it. I, who make a living by cheating, couldn't even use my cheating methods in this gamble. I didn't have any room to maneuver."
"On the other hand, Honebami Miroslava formed an alliance with a woman named Juraku early on and had a great performance in this gamble. Even though she lost, it was a beautiful loss."
At this time, Komabami Nozomi, who had been facing the window with her back to the others, asked, "So, where is Miroslava?"
"I don't know," Obami RIn shrugged. "Before the gamble started, she made a special bet with Juraku for her own desires. Maybe she's already become Juraku's plaything."
Totobami Terano nodded. "I see. The election is only halfway through, and our Hundred Devouring Familiy clan is already down to so few people."
"Who will be the next to be eliminated, I wonder... Totobami, Warakubami, Obami, or Komabami?"
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Hikigaya Hachiman sat stiffly on the sofa, watching the embarrassing scene in front of him.
Honebami Miroslava, who had once said she would swallow him whole, now looked extremely disheveled.
Miroslava's face was still cold and expressionless, but her pale skin had turned a deep pink.
She was even forced to look up at Juraku, who had her foot on Miroslava's chin.
"You look great like this," Juraku said with a nod. "You're a woman of the same type as me, and even with the highest-level methods, you still show no signs of surrendering."
Inbami Miyo had fallen quickly under Juraku's attack, unable to withstand it for even a few hours.
Juraku had to come up with new punishments to deal with Miroslava's stubborn resistance.
One of the most daring methods was to use a cleaning cloth.
White, soft, and absorbent, don't misunderstand, Juraku wasn't referring to a hemp cloth.
At least after rubbing it against her feet, which were clad in high heels and black stockings, she felt refreshed.
"How is it? Are you still not willing to surrender?"
"Hmm, it's nothing. Is that all you've got?"
Juraku lifted her foot and used her heel to scoop up Miroslava's white hair, rubbing it against her toes. "Oh, it feels like silk. It would be great as a cleaning cloth."
Miroslava's pupils constricted at the words.
A boomerang is originally a type of projectile, but now it refers to a situation where an action or statement comes back to haunt the person who made it, causing them harm.
Miroslava had boasted about using this method on Juraku before the gamble started.
The two women had the same white hair, the only difference being the style and length.
"Do as you please," Miroslava said, gritting her teeth and stiffening her neck.
Her mouth was still hard, but her whole body seemed to be focused on her mouth.
All the calcium in her body seemed to have gathered in her mouth.
"Yume, come here~" Juraku beckoned to Yumeko, who was nestled in Hikigaya's arms.
Yumeko immediately got up from Hikigaya's arms and flung herself into Juraku's, nuzzling into her chest and allowing her to stroke her black hair.
This scene somehow made Hikigaya feel a strange sense of warmth.
It was as if the two women, who were both his "wings," were being drawn to each other, and this scene, which should have been uncomfortable for him, didn't feel out of place at all.
I must be sick, Hikigaya thought, sighing.
He and Yumeko were becoming more and more like a married couple.
Juraku turned to Miroslava and said, "I've already tried it with mine, so now it's Yume's turn. You shouldn't have any objections, should you?"
As she spoke, Juraku's hands were already in motion.
Under Yumeko's surprised gaze, she gently stroked Yumekp's leg, which was wrapped in black stockings, and her long fingers grasped Yumekp's soft and delicate calf, lifting it up.
Her fingers were like a snake slithering into the back of Yume's shoe, and the air suddenly changed from being stifling to refreshing.
Yumeko's five toes instinctively curled back and then relaxed, as if they were a princess experiencing the outside world for the first time.
Yumeko covered her face with her hands, too embarrassed to face Miroslava.
Miroslava was also stunned, never having thought she would be in a position to witness Yumeko in such a state.
The huge change in their roles left her breathless.
"Honebami, you should know what to do," Juraku said.
"Juraku, don't go too far!" Miroslava growled, her face filled with humiliation.
"What if I do? Don't forget that you're my private pet now.
Even if I wanted to give you to Hikigaya to play with, you would have to obey because of the bet, wouldn't you?"
"Use your hair, hurry up. Don't keep Yume waiting."
Miroslava deeply lowered her head, looking at her white hair, which she had always treasured, and sighed helplessly.
She lifted her hand, letting her hair fall into it, and began to wrap it around Yumeko's foot
Because her hair was shorter, she had to get very close, and she couldn't perfectly wrap it around.
Miroslava's movements were slow, her face was red, and the feeling in her heart was something that couldn't be explained to others.
Miroslava Honebami Buried Her Head ❤
"Th-this is about the limit, right?!"
Breathless, Miroslava Honebami exclaimed after dutifully fulfilling her role as a private livestock.
She felt defiled, having used the two parts of her body she held most dear to serve Yumeko and Sachiko in such ways.
After all, she was the young lady of the Honebami family!
What a bastard!
"Your eyes... even now, haven't changed at all. Miroslava Honebami, I'll admit it. You're the most strong-willed toy I've ever seen!" said Juraku Sachiko as she sat up and laughed wildly. Then she casually grabbed the leash of Inbami Miyo beside her and yanked her violently to the floor.
"Come now, here's the last one~"
"Inbami Miyo had already become my personal livestock before you, which means... you understand what that implies, don't you, Miroslava~?"
"This is a trial. If you can get through this as well, I'll recognize you as someone of my kind."
"Come on, let's begin! The final part... this time, with your mouth~"
Miroslava wore a cold expression, but internally, the pressure slightly lifted.
What she feared most was Juraku Sachiko using this bet to bind her indefinitely, dragging her deeper into the abyss of being livestock.
Even though serving Mikui would mean falling to a lower slave tier... if just three sacrifices could regain her freedom, then—well, it wasn't impossible.
Miroslava took a deep breath and deeply lowered her head.
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"Yahaha—!"
"I'm your host, everyone's old friend, Election Committee Chair Yomozuki Runa!"
"Now that we're halfway through the election campaign, let's take a look at the current top ten students in the rankings!"
"Today, we've invited special guests to our Election Committee livestream studio—take a look here!"
Yomozuki Runa spread her right hand out as the camera followed her gesture. The top ten candidates, including Hikigaya, were already seated on chairs for a grand introduction.
[Who Will Be the Next Student Council President?!]
"Tenth place: First-year– Sumeragi Itsuki, 111 votes!"
"Eighth place: First-year– Jabami Yumeko, 112 votes!"
"Seventh place: First-year– Komabami Nozomi, 123 votes!"
"Amazing, three first-years already in the top ranks!"
"Fifth place: Second-year– Warakubami Sumika, 177 votes!"
"Ahem! Now we're getting into the top four—the vote counts will significantly jump!"
"Fourth place: Second-year– Yumemi Yumemi, 222 votes!"
"Third place: Third-year– Juraku Sachiko, 477 votes!"
"And now, the second place is a surprising one! Who would've thought our former student council president would fall behind in this election? Unbelievable!"
"Second place: Third-year– Momobami Kirari, 520 votes!"
"And finally, first place is…"
Yomozuki Runa's tone rose sharply, like she was building hype for the upcoming grand reveal.
Even students who had lost all their votes and were now eating lunch in the cafeteria turned their eyes toward the screen.
"When did someone appear in Hyakkaou Academy capable of surpassing that woman?"
"No idea. Could it be the transfer student?"
"Hard to say... but look, there are a lot of '-bami' names in the top ten. Coincidence?"
The audience buzzed.
At that moment, the spotlight focused on Hikigaya Hachiman—resting his chin in his hands, tousled hair, sharp eyes full of life.
Yomozuki Runa began reading the prepared intro: "A special student who transferred into Hyakkaou Academy three months ago, the dark horse who claimed the crown at the Great Bloom Festival, and now in the election has surpassed even the former president Kirari—this person is—!"
"First place: First-year Hana Class – Hikigaya Hachiman! With 999 votes!"
"An overwhelming lead! Is there anyone who can stop him?!"
"Will Hikigaya Hachiman repeat the legend of Momobami Kirari from three years ago?! Let's wait and see!"
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Hundred Devouring Family Council Room.
Obami Rin clicked his tongue as he scrolled through student forum reports on his phone. "Things are looking grim. There are fewer and fewer votes in circulation among the average students. Just the top ten alone have nearly over 2,000 votes combined."
"That Yomozuki Runa woman probably revealed the top ten just to accelerate this bloodbath~"
"What do you think? Komabami? Warakubami?"
"Yeah... Revealing the prey list so we can pick our targets. Interesting," replied Warakubami Sumika, who wore a mask and had long hair draped in front of her face, hiding her appearance.
She stretched her arms outward as she spoke.
Her unsettling look alone was enough to crush the gambling spirits of most students—no one wanted to catch her "bad luck."
Little was known about her by the public.
This disguise also helped her hide her real identity.
Her public stage name was Kawaru Natari, a rare Japanese-born Hollywood superstar.
Even in a school brimming with elites and aristocrats, revealing that identity would bring unnecessary complications.
"Oh? From your tone, I take it you've found a desirable target?" Obami Rin asked, intrigued.
The Warakubami family specialized in producing "celebrities"—in all fields, from science and business to entertainment, seeking ultimate fame.
And Warakubami Sumika was the pride of the younger generation.
She was the most well-known public figure of the Hundred Devouring Family clan.
In terms of acting skill, not only within the clan but perhaps among all young Japanese, she was peerless—the absolute peak.
Someone like that was naturally a master of gambling.
No one could read her true intentions through micro-expressions or body language.
Obami Rin was certain of this.
"Prey, huh? Yes~"
On her phone screen, different from Rin's, was a newly released singing and dancing LIVE performance by Yumemite Yumemi.
Yes, Yumemite Yumemi had made a comeback—with a song given to her by Hikigaya.
Warakubami narrowed her eyes.
The quality of the composition and lyrics was clearly far beyond Yumemi's own capabilities.
Stiff body movements, unstable vocals—this girl's level was still far too low.
But behind her... there was someone formidable.
Warakubami Sumika stood up. "Yumemite Yumemi... I'll handle her myself."