Volume 11 Chapter 3 MDGC, Reunited ★
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I leaned back against the wall, trying to process the whirlwind that was Kahoru-chan and Haruka-chan barging into my room like a pair of hyperactive comets. “Listen,” Haruka-chan said, her voice dripping with that playful, teasing lilt she always had, “I know Nasu-kun’s not some creepy perv or anything, but Kahoru-chan’s got a boyfriend, okay? So, like, even if two gorgeous girls show up at your doorstep, don’t go pouncing on her or anything!” She paused, then flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with that signature sparkle. “Unless, y’know, Haruka here wants to be pounced on* * *.”
Kahoru-chan, my old classmate and one-time problem child, had been through hell. Her best friend, Sakasaki-san, had taken her own life, and the shock of it had driven Kahoru-chan to leave our little group and become a Courtesan—a role that was half-magic, half-mystery, and all kinds of complicated in our world. The first time we’d… well, been intimate, it was strictly a Courtesan-client thing, nothing more. So, at this point, we were just classmates. Nothing deep, nothing messy. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
”Hey, Kahoru,” I started, but Haruka-chan cut me off, waving her hand like she was swatting away a pesky fly.
”I know, okay, Haruka?” Kahoru-chan shot back, her voice sharp but not unkind. She plopped herself onto my bed, the springs creaking—gishi-gishi—under her weight as she bounced a little, like she was testing it for fun. “I get it. Even I can tell Lumine-chan’s been acting super weird lately. But, like, suicide? Really?”
The two of them had clearly been hashing things out before they got here, their words heavy with the kind of history only best friends could carry. I hadn’t thought it would go that far either. Sakasaki-san wasn’t the type—at least, I didn’t think she was. She’d been part of our chaotic little trio: two troublemakers and the ever-serious class vice-president, a mismatched group that somehow worked. Her death had hit the class like a thunderbolt, leaving cracks in all of us.
”Takumi-kun,” Haruka-chan said, her eyes locking onto mine with a look that screamed we’re up to something. “If she doesn’t remember… that’s, like, a chance, right?”
”Yeah,” I nodded, catching her drift.
Kahoru-chan didn’t choose to become a Courtesan because she wanted to. If her memories were fuzzy, maybe we could just… let it slide. Maybe she could stay happy, free from that life. Maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to be herself again without the weight of it all.
”Uh, hello?” Kahoru-chan’s voice snapped me back to reality, her tone half-annoyed, half-amused. “What’s with the secret whispering? That’s kinda rude, y’know!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Kahoru-chan hadn’t changed much, even after everything. She still had that brash, gal-like energy, the same spark she’d had back when she was known as Problem Child N—Nagai, the initial etched into our class’s collective memory. No trace of the polished restraint you’d expect from a Courtesan, just pure, unfiltered Kahoru.
”Oh man, this takes me back!” Haruka-chan laughed, throwing her arms around Kahoru-chan and rubbing her cheek against hers like an overexcited puppy. “This is the real Kahoru, right?”
”Ugh, Haruka, stop it!” Kahoru-chan squirmed, her face flushing as she tried to wriggle free. “You’re being way too weird today!”
Haruka-chan just grinned wider, undeterred. “Anyway, we invited Kahoru to today’s MDGC meeting!”
”Hold up,” Kahoru-chan said, raising an eyebrow. “You guys keep talking about this MDGC thing. Can someone explain what it is? It sounds like some sketchy drug or something!”
MDGC—short for McGaref Slave Girls Collection, a name so absurdly over-the-top it could only have come from Chinatsu-chan’s catastrophic naming sense. The funny thing? Kahoru-chan was the only one in our group who wasn’t technically my “slave.” After quitting the Courtesan gig, she’d taken on a role more like Shiori-chan’s secretary, which meant she’d never been looped into the group’s weirder secrets, like the Discount Skill. No need to bind her with the whole “slave” thing for confidentiality’s sake.
”Chill, Kahoru,” Haruka-chan said, waving her hand dismissively. “You’ll get it once you’re there.”
”Uh, Haruka, you’re being, like, scarily pushy,” Kahoru-chan muttered, her eyes narrowing. “You sure you’re not possessed or something?”
And just like that, Kahoru-chan was dragged into the meeting, probably expecting some normal club nonsense. Oh, how wrong she was.
* * *
The cafeteria had been declared a no-boys zone for the occasion, but I was the exception, apparently. Kahoru-chan stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. The MDGC was already assembled: Hikari, Chinatsu, Aria, Rira, and—surprisingly—Kurumi. Kahoru-chan nodded to herself, like she was piecing together a puzzle.
”Okay, so… Hikari, Chinatsu, Aria, Rira, I get it,” she said, ticking off names on her fingers. “You four are, like, totally head-over-heels for Nasu-kun, so that tracks. But… Kurumi? What’s she doing here?”
I blinked. Wait, Kahoru-chan had already clocked that much? Even Aria’s hopeless, bumbling crush? For someone who was a perennial failing-grade student, she had some serious insight.
”Yup,” Kurumi-chan said, her voice soft but steady, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “I’m part of the Takumi-kun fan club too.”
”Hold up,” Kahoru-chan said, her jaw practically hitting the floor. “Kurumi-chan, don’t you have a boyfriend? Did you get, like, stolen or something?”
”Yup!” Kurumi-chan chirped, her tone almost too cheerful. “And, fun fact, Kahoru-chan, you used to call him ‘Takumi-chi’ and were totally smitten too!”
”No way,” Kahoru-chan said, shaking her head. “I mean, I don’t think you’re lying, Kurumi, but… seriously? Anyway, what is MDGC?”
”McGaref Slave Girls Collection!” Hikari-chan declared, her voice bright and proud, adding a little “♡” to the end like it was the most normal thing in the world.
”Slave?” Kahoru-chan’s voice cracked. “Who’s a slave to who?!”
”Us, to Takumi-kun, obviously,” Hikari-chan said, like it was the most obvious thing in the universe.
I swear I heard Kahoru-chan’s soul solidify into concrete—thunk—right then and there. I mean, I got it. The idea of a room full of gorgeous, busty classmates declaring themselves your “slaves”? That’s the kind of thing that’d make anyone question reality.
”No, wait, I don’t get it,” Kahoru-chan stammered, her eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape route.
”Kahoru,” Aria piped up, her usual haughty tone softened by a disturbingly sweet smile. “Takkun is our Master, and he’s kind of a big deal now. You can trust him.”
That only made Kahoru-chan’s disbelief meter skyrocket. “Lady Aria?” she said, her voice dripping with confusion. “What’s with the creepy vibe? Where’s your usual tsundere energy?!”
”Takkun is our Master,” Aria repeated, her smile widening. “If you want proof, I can strip right now and serve him. If Takkun wants me, I’ll give him my virginity on the spot, even if everyone’s watching.”
”Wha—what?! No, no, no, no!” Kahoru-chan’s voice hit a pitch I didn’t know was possible.
And then, as if on cue, the entire group—minus Kahoru-chan—started stripping. Even Rira-chan, silent as ever, joined in without a word, her movements precise and unhesitating. It was like watching a synchronized chaos unfold, and I couldn’t look away.
”Hold on!” Kahoru-chan yelped, her face burning red. “This is embarrassing just to watch! And, like, those boobs are insane! What cup sizes are we even dealing with here?!”
”I’m an M-cup,” Aria said primly, like she was announcing her GPA. “Rira’s a J, Hikari’s an H, Kurumi’s a G, and Haruka’s an F. By boob hierarchy, I’m the main wife, obviously.”
”Ugh, the boob gap is just cruel,” Kahoru-chan muttered, clutching her head.
I caught a flicker of sympathy in her eyes as she glanced at Chinatsu-chan, whose B-cups were tactfully ignored in Aria’s declaration. Classic Aria, staking her claim as “main wife” with zero shame.
”No, seriously, you’re taking off your bottoms too?!” Kahoru-chan’s voice climbed another octave as Hikari-chan joined the stripping brigade. “Nasu-kun’s gonna see your… your everything! This place is full of perverts like Haruka!”
Oh, so Kahoru-chan did know about Haruka’s exhibitionist streak. No surprise there. Before I could process that, the entire group—minus Kahoru-chan—was fully naked, a veritable mountain range of curves on display. My body reacted before my brain could catch up, and I felt a very inconvenient tightening in my pants.
”Kahoru-chan,” Haruka-chan said, her voice syrupy sweet, “does this convince you?”
”Convince me of what?!” Kahoru-chan shot back, her voice a mix of exasperation and disbelief. “This is just… too much!”
”Oh, showing off like this… it’s kind of thrilling♡,” Haruka-chan purred, her eyes glinting. “Hey, maybe I should show Master my hymen too♡.”
”Great idea!” Hikari-chan chimed in, nodding enthusiastically.
”Let’s do it!” Haruka-chan giggled. “Time for the beautiful slave swordswoman’s grand reveal!”
”See, Takumi-kun?” Kurumi-chan added, her voice soft but earnest. “We’re all virgins again. Look, even Rira’s joining in. Don’t be rude to Master, Rira!”
”Aye,” Rira mumbled, her first word of the day, her voice low and thick with her usual accent. “My hymen’s right here, Takumi-kun. Specially for you♡.”
They all sat down, spreading their legs and parting themselves with their fingers, showing off in a way that was so overwhelming I felt my head spin. The sheer audacity of it—this many girls, this brazen, all at once—was almost too much to handle.
”Man, I’m kinda jealous,” Kahoru-chan muttered, her voice small. “Me and Kurumi had boyfriends, so we’re not virgins at this point.”
”Sorry, Kurumi-chan,” Haruka-chan said, her tone softening. “How about we let Kurumi-chan go first?”
”I agree, for fairness,” Hikari-chan said, ever the voice of reason. “But I propose we reverse the order from last time for the hymen-breaking.”
Aria’s hand shot up like she was in class. “That means Shiori-chan’s first, then me,” she said, her eyes gleaming with triumph. Chinatsu-chan, who’d end up last in that order, shot Aria a look that could only be described as gnunu—pure, frustrated defeat.
”Takumi-kun,” Kurumi-chan said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is it okay if we give you our virginities again… just the two of us?”
”Of course,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
This was, frankly, the most delicious turn of events I could’ve imagined. Ranka-san and Scaya-san were probably virgins again too, right? Too bad about Eil-Eil and Mori-Mori—they were already out of the running back then, so no chance now.
I pulled Kurumi-chan close, her tall frame and short, chestnut-brown hair brushing against me as she blushed, her G-cup chest pressing shamelessly against my own. “So, Takumi-kun,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. “For the reborn MDGC’s first time… can it be me?”
”Absolutely, Kurumi-chan,” I said, leaning in. “How about a kiss to start?”
”Whoa, whoa, they’re actually kissing!” Kahoru-chan squeaked, her eyes wide as she watched us like a kid at a zoo. “And, uh, Nasu-kun, your… your thing is, like, super hard, isn’t it?!”
Kurumi-chan’s lips were soft and warm against mine, her hands deftly tugging at my pants, freeing me with a gentle, practiced touch. “Kurumi-chan,” I murmured between kisses, “you’re already so wet.”
”Yeah,” she whispered, her voice catching. “You know, I… I died back in Seron. Livia-sensei killed me. I thought I’d never see you again, Takumi-kun… but… mm, mm♡… kiss me more♡.”
Our kisses deepened, the wet kuchu-kuchu sounds of her arousal filling the air as I teased her. Kurumi-chan clung to me, her hand never leaving my length, stroking with a tenderness that made my head swim.
”Hey,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “Can I… give you a blowjob?”
”You sure?” I asked, my voice low.
”I want everyone to watch,” she said, her cheeks flushing deeper. “Please… let me feel alive again.”
Of everyone here, Kurumi-chan was the only one who’d come back from death, and I could tell it weighed on her. I felt her warm breath envelop me, her lips wrapping around me as I ran my fingers through her short, chestnut hair, brushing her earlobes and feeling the heat radiating from her.
”I’ll give you a paizuri too,” she said, a shy smile breaking through. “I know I can’t compete with Rira or Aria’s boobs, but G-cups aren’t bad, right?♡”
And so, with the rest of the girls watching, we dove headfirst into the MDGC’s inaugural act, a chaotic, beautiful mess of connection and rebirth.
Notes:
• Haruka – Witch of Destruction — Silver-haired, F-cup. Former class vice-president, now a powerful witch. Wields the Agilaus Staff, capable of devastating ritual magic. Became the world’s strongest after acquiring the ‘Dark Emperor of the Abyss’ as a familiar. Exhibits exhibitionist tendencies, often seeking public intimacy with Takumi. Deeply devoted to him, balancing her role as a leader with her desires. First appears in v1c1 Prologue.
• Kaho – 3rd Army leader. Worried, ceremonial magic.
• Chinatsu – White Wall — Black hair, B-cup. Adventurous, masochistic, Takumi’s first slave & lover. Master of Asakura-ryu Iaijutsu, wields cursed sword Chisame (blood-powered). 12th-ranked fighter, close to Hikari. First appears in v1c1 Prologue.
• McGaref – Fortress city, adventurer hub.
• Hikari – 4th Division leader. Stressed, relies on Takumi.
• Rira – A classmate and one of Takumi-kun’s harem members. She has J-cup breasts and short black hair, which she plans to dye blue. Rira enjoys playful and creative expressions of intimacy, including cosplay and affectionate physical affection. Rira is also known for her ‘Intuition’ skill, which has been evolving into something more advanced. She is a key figure in Takumi-kun’s life, offering both emotional and physical support. First appearance in v1c15.
• Hikari-chan – 4th Division leader. Stressed, relies on Takumi.
• Mori-Mori – Secretary and slave to Takumi-sama. Young, silver-haired, and brown-skinned. Recently came of age (first menstruation). Highly intelligent and skilled in administrative tasks. Holds a deep sense of loyalty and devotion to Takumi-sama, willingly offering herself as a ‘s*x-treatment onahole.’ Daughter of Ms. Marina, niece of Ranka-san. First appearance in v6c1.
• Ranka – She’s a guild shop assistant with a friendly demeanor and a practical mindset. Ranka’s recommendations are based on logical, merchant-minded suggestions, catering to the buyer’s needs.
• Scaya – The ‘Flame Witch,’ employed by the Dark Elves; captured after the battle where the Celon Dukedom army was defeated.
• Livia – 8th-ranked imperial witch, heir of Cartera and friend of Lilus (Neige’s sister), whose death drove her to hate Quvar. Austere, sharp, and feared, she opposed the Ghost Army and toppled Emperor by using then betraying Gritch, secretly backing Princess Sheryl. First appears v9c3. Reminder: Brilliant witch who twists loyalties to save the world.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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