Volume 3 Chapter 2 The Household Ruled by the Strong-Male*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After about ten minutes of walking, Asari stopped in front of an ordinary suburban house on a quiet residential street.
”We’re here,” Asari said.
Matching houses lined both sides of the road, and there was even a small playground nearby. The whole area felt like one part of a larger planned neighborhood, neat enough that any house could have been mistaken for the next.
The nameplate read “Nagase.”
Asari pressed the intercom, and a voice answered almost at once.
”Yes?”
”Mari? It’s me. I’m here,” Asari said.
”I was waiting! I’ll open the door now,” Mari replied.
The lock clicked open, and the front door swung wide. Nagase Mari stood there waiting for us, a former “Free Girl” who had joined Ryota’s group, as well as Asari’s childhood friend.
She wore a yukata-style lounge robe over her impressive frame.
”Come on in. Tatemiya-san, please, make yourself at home,”1 Mari said.
”Excuse the intrusion,” I replied.
We took off our shoes in the entryway, then followed Mari into the living room.
”Yo. You made it,” Ryota called from the sofa.
”Yeah, we’re here,” I replied.
I greeted Ryota, who was sprawled comfortably on the sofa. Beside him, a woman who was likely Nagase-san’s mother sat with a cup of tea in her hands, and she looked up as we entered.
”Welcome, Tatemiya-san. Asari-chan,” the mother said politely.
”Thank you for having us,” I said.
”Hello, Chifumi’s Mother,” Asari added.
Asari already knew the Nagase family well, so there was no stiff distance in the room as we settled onto the sofa.
Asari sat close enough for her shoulder to press against my side, while Nagase Mari-san did the same with Ryota. Nagase-san’s mother set tea and snacks on the low table in front of us, and when I took a sip, the clean, rich taste made me pause.
”Good tea, right?” Ryota asked.
”Yeah,” I said.
It was a high-end brand, the same one they used at Ryota’s place.
Ryota had invited us over today for an “official unveiling.” In other words, he wanted his friends to visit his “hideaway” and spend some time there. To Ryota, the Nagase household was exactly that—a hideaway.
For a family of Sorcerers, it is vital to know which Tsuyo-Osu2 group their daughter belongs to, where she stands in that group, and how much pull she has. Because of that, when a Tsuyo-Osu visits the home of one of his Tsuyo-Mesu, the family treats him with great care. It gives the head of the house a chance to show respect while silently saying, “Please take care of my daughter.”
Even so, a Tsuyo-Osu cannot simply enjoy that treatment without thinking. If he accepts the pampering and gives nothing back, people start asking about the “return on investment,” and that can make the group’s rank order harder to manage. He has to deal with his members’ families with a careful sense of balance.
That is especially true when a former “Free” girl joins the group in high school and also happens to come from a Sorcerer bloodline. The original members have spent years building ties between their families, so adding someone new can shake more than one household at once. If that small ripple grows into a wave, it becomes a disaster, and calming the water again takes far more thought than anyone outside the group would guess.
That was why people often said a group would fall apart if it took in too many “Free” girls.
Ryota’s Committee Chair came from a Sorcerer bloodline, and the same was true for the other two members besides the Yamada family, who stood at the top. From what I had heard, even bringing a single new person into the group required an incredible amount of coordination between families. Ryota had known exactly what he was getting into when he accepted that burden.
Nagase-san, on the other hand, came from a Plain-folk lineage, which meant there were no Sorcerer-related obligations, family rivalries, or face-saving politics to worry about.
Naturally, her mother would still ask us to look after her daughter, but there was little she could do if we failed to live up to that promise. Plain-folk had no meaningful way to push back against Sorcerers, which made the situation much simpler. As a result, her position within the group was fixed at the very bottom from the start.
That was why the home of a member from a Plain-folk family was often called a “hideaway.” It was one of the few places where a Tsuyo-Osu could truly relax and act without worrying about complicated family politics.
My own situation was similar in some ways. Both Risa and Yurina came from Plain-folk families.
Even so, the Naruse estate brought its own problems, while the Kibe family had a long history of producing half-rate Sorcerers. Because of that, it was difficult to sit down with either family and enjoy a completely casual conversation.
Asari belonged to a Sorcerer bloodline, but when I first started out, Chifumi was my only attendant. A simple discussion between the Takino residence and the Kasakura family had been enough to settle everything, so the adjustment had gone relatively smoothly. Compared to most cases, the ripples it caused were minor.
With all of that behind us, we settled in with snacks and spent the afternoon playing games. In this world, the usual choices were things like Shogi, Hanafuda, card games, and board games. Computer games existed, but the industry was still in its infancy. Every now and then, it was nice to spend time on something so simple.
By the time we had finished several rounds of four-player games, the room had grown noticeably livelier. Conversation flowed more easily, laughter came more often, and before long we drifted toward games that were a little more intense.
Ryota and I took our seats across from each other at the table.
The game waiting for us was not ordinary Othello but a more suggestive variation known as “Pair Othello.”
The Master and their partner formed a team and faced off against the opposing pair.
The Master, the Tsuyo-Osu, sits in the chair with his lower half exposed, facing the opponent across a large table. Under the table, the game partner—the Tsuyo-Mesu—uses her upper body to stimulate the Master so that his manhood doesn’t go soft. You have to maintain an erection during the game. If you lose your hard-on, you lose the match. Asari would be gently stimulating my c**k with her hands, mouth, and breasts.
The unique rule of this game is that once per match, at the turn immediately following the Master’s orgasm, you can steal a spot of your choosing from the opponent’s color on the board. However, it must be a spot where at least one stone can be flipped as a result. Using this rule effectively to take the opponent’s stones can lead to a massive comeback.
The Master is forbidden from telling his partner the state of the board. Only once during the match, if the Master wants to spur his partner on, is he allowed to touch his partner’s body.
It’s a game with surprising depth—or perhaps not deep at all—where you have to remain calm and find the path to victory while your brain is being clouded by lust and your blood is diverted elsewhere. It’s a game created by the perverse whims of a Tsuyo-Osu.
The theory is to take your time with every single move.
Ryota and I started the match immediately. We progressed quickly through the early and mid-game. Our skills at Othello were about the same.
And then, the endgame arrived—the decisive moment.
I stimulated Asari’s crotch with my toes as she leaned her face against my lap to serve me. Asari, who gets wet easily, had taken off her panties before the game started. I could feel the moisture on my fingertips.
At my signal to “finish it,” Asari—who had been teasing my son just enough to keep me from going soft—took the tip into her mouth and began bobbing her head. The players couldn’t see what was happening under the table, but the squelching, wet sounds made it clear to Ryota that I was planning to make my move.
I flashed a grin, and Ryota wore a defiant smile in return.
”The hell you starin’ at? You got somethin’ on your mind?” Ryota asked, his tone confrontational.
I heard a rhythmic clattering sound from Ryota’s side. They were making their last push, too!
But it was too late. If I took this edge piece on my next turn, it would be impossible for Ryota to make a comeback.
It was Ryota’s turn, and in this version of Othello, you had to make your move within a time limit. Ryota had 15 seconds left. I was going to win!
…? What? Why that satisfied look…?! Could it be!?
”Urgh! …Fuh… I’m taking it!” Ryota declared, his voice clipped and rough.
With a climax-filled expression, Ryota declared his move and flipped the stone.
”Are you kidding me!? That was fast! Too fast! Had they been waiting in a state of high arousal? Did he time it to match when I was about to finish?” (I thought to myself.)
If he flipped that, I wouldn’t be able to take the spot I needed.
”Wait, just a second… ah, damn it, Asari, wait. Stop!” (I muttered.)
A Master is only allowed to touch his partner once. A second touch means a disqualification. I wanted Asari to stop, but I couldn’t stop her. Nagase-san’s mother, who could monitor both the table and the area beneath it, was acting as the judge with sharp eyes. Damn it!
I tried to endure it while thinking of my next move, desperately resisting the service of Asari, who was giving it her all to make me c*m so that I would have to finish on this turn.
”Ugh…”
Seeing me tremble, the sound from under the table stopped, and Ryota seemed sure of his victory.
”……”
I placed my stone without a word.
”?” Ryota looked puzzled.
I hadn’t taken his spot; I had just placed a new stone. The “steal” right is only for that turn. It cannot be carried over. Assuming I had given up, Ryota tapped a stone onto the board. After that, Ryota and I both placed our stones almost without hesitation.
”Fuh…”
”…What?” Ryota asked, sensing the danger in my expression.
But it was too late. Once again, the wet sounds of splashing began from under the table.
”D-don’t tell me…?” Ryota stammered.
”I still had a comeback move left, you know,” I replied.
”No, no way!” Ryota exclaimed.
Ryota turned toward the judge. The judge shook her head.
”Urgh… I’m taking it!” I shouted.
A few dozen seconds later, I declared. The judge peered under the table.
After checking Asari’s mouth and confirming I had indeed e**culated, the judge declared the steal valid. I flipped the key stone.
”W-what… the hell…?” Ryota gasped.
The board turned into my color. A massive comeback. After that, it was just a cleanup game. I just had to fill in the rest while Asari cleaned me up… I had won.
Once the result was decided, Asari and Nagase-san emerged from under the table.
”Well done,” I said.
”I tried my best…!” Asari replied.
I stroked Asari’s head. She looked happy, like a friendly, giant dog.
”Why? Why were you able to hold back?” Ryota demanded.
”I’ll tell you a secret. I faked the orgasm without actually finishing. Asari sensed the unnaturalness of it, stopped her service, and then resumed it the moment my c**k twitched. That’s all,” I explained.
”And… just before that, I heard the sound of you saying ‘I’m taking it,’ Okuma-san, so I thought… maybe this is the chance,” Asari added.
Asari had been thinking while she was handling me, too.
”Damn it all. I thought I had it… I’ll take the blame for the careless remark, but using the twitch to signal the resumption is foul play. You two are communicating way too well under the table,” Ryota grumbled.
”Fuh… that wasn’t forbidden. It’s a strategy that exploits a loophole in the rules,” I countered.
”You’re a liar. Man, you guys are way more in sync than I thought,” Ryota muttered.
At Ryota’s words, I pulled Asari closer.
”Well, yeah. Seems we’re pretty compatible. I’m grateful to you and Nagase-san for giving us the opportunity,” I said.
”Well then… thank you… ♡”
Asari leaned against me, pressed perfectly against my side, looking shy but entirely present.
We spent the rest of the time enjoying some rather foolish play. Is this what a wealthy patron feels like when frequenting a brothel? Not that I’d know. Regardless, it was only possible because Ryota has fully mastered this household, Mama-san included.
Once the atmosphere was sufficiently warmed, we moved to Nagase-san’s room.
The main event was finally here.
The goal: to entangle our respective Tsuyo-Mesu—our “Strong-Females.” In other words, I wanted to watch Asari and Nagase-san engage in some YuriYuri action.3 It’s one of those events held to strengthen the bonds between groups when your respective Tsuyo-Mesu happen to be close friends. Apparently, it’s traditionally meant to be enjoyed as a side dish for your drinks. Since we’re still minors, we stuck to carbonated soft drinks as our accompaniment.
I’d heard that back in the day, people used to make Tsuyo-Osu—”Strong-Males”—do the same, but I flatly refused that part. I don’t want to be dug, and I don’t want to be the one digging. Ryota was of the same opinion.
But I’d always wanted to see this event at least once. Hence, why the arrow fell on Asari and Nagase-san.
The two of them have been best friends since they were kids—they’re like Risa and Yurina. The difference is that Asari and Nagase-san have much gentler temperaments. Plus, because Asari’s family belongs to a proper sorcerer bloodline, both of them fully understand the rules of being a sorcerer.
For Nagase-san, born into a Plain-folk lineage, Asari is her guiding light in the ways of sorcery. She wouldn’t have made it this far without her. That’s exactly why she asked me, through Ryota, to take Asari in—to prevent her from becoming a dropout in High School at all costs. It must have taken a lot of courage for someone who had just joined the group to talk back to the leader like that.
…Though Risa and the others talked back to me from the very start, but that’s an exception.
Anyway, Asari made it into the group. And as a return for hearing their request, we decided to have the two of them get intimate. It wasn’t just a simple trade—I decided to put Asari in the group because I wanted her—but hey, earning a little favor never hurts.
”Minoru-san, we’re starting… now,” Asari said, her voice soft and hesitant.
”Ryota-sama, please watch,” Nagase-san added with a refined, restrained tone.
Seeing us nod, Nagase-san and Asari embraced on the bed. Both of them were blushing.
”Mari…” Asari whispered.
”Asari…” Nagase-san replied.
With a bashful, fleeting kiss, they began to undress one another.
Asari has been continuing her diet since her first “instruction.” Her waistline has tightened up significantly. Once she stripped off her dress and was down to her lingerie, she looked completely different from when she enrolled—like a statuesque, voluptuous model from my old world. Not bad at all!
On the other hand, Nagase-san. As she let her kimono-style loungewear slide open, a massive mound of flesh was revealed beneath. A round, protruding belly laden with heavy fat. It was an exquisite balance of muscle and fat. Her arms and legs were also well-padded; she had a physique that would be hard to find even among professional Sumo wrestlers.
I can clearly see why Ryota chose to bring Nagase-san into the group. A fat-fetishist would find her irresistible. In this world, Nagase-san’s body type is widely recognized as the peak of eroticism.
As a side note, Sumo is a massively popular sport in this world. Makuuchi wrestlers command more popularity than your average Engineer idols. Everyone has different tastes, of course, but the public often rates a Komusubi wrestler as more handsome than even the current Yokozuna or Ozeki. They are treated like national treasures. Women’s Sumo is also thriving, with established paths for wrestlers to enter the entertainment industry after retirement.
In a world like this, various sexual positions have been devised specifically for couples with wrestler-like builds. Engaging in missionary while rubbing bellies together, or watching the stomach fat jiggle during a spread-eagle side position—these things are common here. Acts that utilize excess flesh, like belly-fucking, have also become quite advanced.
Sorcerer-class equipment is quite substantial to ensure penetration is possible even when hindered by each other’s flesh. I, for one, enjoy the benefits of my ancestral endowment, but because I lack that specific bulk, I can enjoy a variety of positions. I’m thoroughly enjoying my s*x life.
Back to the two in front of us.
They had finished undressing and were now exploring each other’s bodies. They stimulated each other’s breasts and crotches so we could get a clear view. Though, Nagase-san’s crotch was mostly hidden by the sheer mass of her belly.
”Mari-chan…♡” Asari cooed, her voice bubbling with hyper-cute enthusiasm.
”Asari-cha…n, ngh♡” Nagase-san murmured, maintaining her polite, airy composure.
They pressed their faces toward each other’s crotches. The belly fat made it difficult, but they seemed capable of a 69. The caressing continued.
Asari is easily aroused and was already soaking wet. I could see her thighs tensing periodically.
”Ah, s-sorry♡ I’m gonna…♡” Asari squeaked, her voice high and breathless.
With a desperate cry and a shiver, Asari pulsed. A stream of fluid erupted from her, staining Nagase-san’s hands.
”Nngh, it’s okay♡♡” Nagase-san said soothingly.
Nagase-san gently stroked Asari’s twitching thighs and began to tease her clitoris.
”Ahn! ♡♡” Asari cried out.
Under the influence of her climax, Asari was at Nagase-san’s mercy. Nagase-san sat up and intertwined their legs, pressing their female parts together in a grinding rhythm. The so-called “clamshell” position.
”Nngh… nnh♡” Nagase-san sighed.
Squelching sounds filled the room. The space between them was slick with Asari’s fluids.
”Ah♡ Oh♡♡ Ah♡♡” Asari panted, her rhythm erratic.
Asari spasmed, her hips jerking as she was taken apart by Nagase-san’s movements, repeatedly peaking. With the difference in their builds, Asari was being one-sidedly devoured.
”Hey, Ryota,” I said, my voice neutral and direct.
”What is it?” Ryota replied, his tone equally composed.
”I want to stick it into Asari. Can we call it there for now?”
”Yeah. I feel like putting it into Mari, too.”
My gear was getting agitated. I know Nagase-san is Asari’s best friend, and I know it was Ryota and I who orchestrated this, but I had this strange, possessive feeling—as if Asari had been stolen from me. The urge to “re-educate” her properly with my own equipment grew overwhelming.
”Asari, come here. Turn your back to me,” I commanded.
”Ah…♡” Asari whimpered.
Ryota gave his orders to Nagase-san as well.
”Mari, you stay there and open your legs.”
”Yes♡♡” Nagase-san agreed, ever the obedient servant to the moment.
We pulled the two apart. I had Asari get off the bed and onto the floor, getting on all fours, before entering her slick, honey-filled cavern from behind.
”Aaah! ♡ M-Minoru-saaan♡♡” Asari cried, her voice overflowing with pure affection.
Her needy voice made me want to get moving, but I forced myself to stop. I stayed buried deep inside her and leaned in to whisper.
”…Asari. Whose Tsuyo-Mesu are you?”
”Minoru-san’s… Tsuyo-Mesu♡” she breathed.
”Asari belongs entirely to me. Isn’t that right?”
”Yes♡ Yes♡ That’s right♡♡”
”I’m going to train you right to your very core so you never forget it.”
”H-hah! ♡♡ I’ll become the Tsuyo-Mesu that Minoru-san likes♡♡… Ah, I’m gonna… I’m gonna c*m♡♡♡”
I kneaded her breasts while whispering in her ear, slamming into her cervix. She immediately erupted, spraying everywhere. I began to move my hips in earnest, driving into her hard.
Behind me, on the bed, Nagase-san was being made to cry out by Ryota. The movements were intense; I could hear the bed frame creaking rhythmically.
Later, even after I had flooded Asari’s belly with my seed and mana, Ryota continued to grind away. The guy has incredible stamina. That “Great Bear” reputation isn’t just for show. To clarify, I’m average. I don’t have premature e**culation. Ryota just has delayed e**culation. That’s definitely it.
As I continued the after-care cuddling with Asari against the backdrop of Ryota’s activities, I noticed the curtains in the house next door shifting.
We were being watched.
Ryota had told me about the guy next door beforehand. A fellow Plain-folk student who harbors feelings for Nagase-san. Apparently, Ryota allows him to peek out of pity. Ryota had “properly educated” them to ensure they wouldn’t cause us any harm, so I didn’t have any complaints. I had a bit of resistance to having a total stranger watch my tryst with Asari, but it was an experience, I suppose.
After Ryota’s first round finished, all four of us left the room, still stark naked.
Mama-san, who had been waiting in the living room, didn’t look surprised at all; she simply prepared glasses of water and some snacks for us. Once we’d settled, Mama-san took off her clothes, and Ryota launched into an oyakodon bowl.4
I sat Asari on my lap on the sofa, connecting with her in a slow, face-to-face position. I gently played with the tips of her breasts while she fed me strawberries, mouth-to-mouth. Before our eyes, Ryota was busy working on both mother and daughter on the table. Watching that scene while cuddling with Asari, I enjoyed some slow, leisurely s*x.
The “special event” at the hideout continued until evening, when Asari and I finally took our leave. Ryota is apparently staying over at the Nagase house tonight. What a machine.
On the way back, Asari and I held a post-event review.
It was fun, sure, but it felt a bit much. If we were a couple of bored 30-somethings, maybe, but it’s not the kind of thing two pairs of teenage High Schoolers should be doing too often. Intense, sticky s*x isn’t meant to be put on display for others. I prefer a vibe that’s a bit lighter, refreshing, and full of the reckless “we can do anything” energy of youth.
Once every six months—or even less—is plenty. That was our final conclusion.
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Summary:
The protagonist arrives at a suburban house with Asari to visit Ryota and his group member, Nagase. They engage in a casual social visit that quickly escalates into a competitive, erotically-charged game of Pair Othello. Through a calculated deception and strategic synchronization with his partner, the protagonist manages to secure a victory against Ryota, highlighting their unexpected synergy.
Minoru and Ryota orchestrate a sexual encounter between their respective companions, Asari and Nagase, to strengthen group dynamics. The scene transitions from the hideout to intimate acts and finally a session involving Nagase’s mother. Minoru and Asari conclude the day by reflecting on the excessiveness of the event.
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Trivia:
Ryota considers the Nagase household a “hideaway” because Nagase is from a Plain-folk family, meaning there are fewer political strings attached.
A “Master” in this world can only touch their partner once during the Pair Othello game without facing disqualification.
The protagonist used a fake orgasm to trick Ryota, exploiting a rule loophole regarding turn-based stone stealing.
The presence of a judge (Nagase’s mother) is required to verify the sexual acts performed under the table during the game.
Ryota is described as having incredible stamina, contrasted with the protagonist’s self-professed average performance.
Sumo is a top-tier popular sport in this world, with wrestlers enjoying idol-like status.
The group has a neighbor who is allowed to spy on them after being “educated” by Ryota.
The group’s bonding events are considered a “side dish” to alcohol for the general populace, though these characters use soda.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Asari – A tall, long-haired first-year student from the Kasakura lineage, this defensive sorcerer specializes in barrier magic like Silicic Armor. Formerly one of the Free Girls, she is now a dedicated, diet-conscious member of Minoru’s group. Observant and modest, she shares a close bond with Mari and Nagase, training rigorously under her master’s guidance while seeking personal growth.
• Nagase – A female student with a large, soft physique and a gentle, obedient personality. She is best friends with Asari and has a deep reliance on her for guidance. A mother who supports her daughter’s involvement with a group of Strong-Males and acts as a judge for games played in her home.
• Mari – A former member of the Free Girls and childhood friend of Asari. She possesses an impressive physical build and resides in a typical suburban home.
• Ryota – A loyal, outgoing middle schooler in Minoru’s class, this competitive leader of a “Strong-Female” squad is known for high stamina and his “Great Bear” reputation. A well-connected sorcerer who treats the Nagase household as a personal hideout, he acts as a strategic spokesperson and logistics expert. He is a keen observer of social dynamics who enjoys supporting his peers and miracle body lines.
• Tatemiya – The family name of the protagonist (Minoru), and Kotoha.
• Chifumi – Minoru’s 15-year-old childhood friend is a scrawny, long-haired frost/water mage and elite witch from a Sorcerer bloodline. A brilliant, bubbly, and sharp-witted facilitator, she manages the group’s communications, kitchen, and intimacy schedules. While devoted to Minoru, her airy charm masks an observant, suspicious nature as she probes secrets, maintains diplomatic ties, and leads as his scout.
• Yamada – The family name of Rana.
• Yurina – A refined, black-haired student and disciplined vanguard in Minoru’s group, she balances high-precision sword skills with piano talent. As a Plain-folk combatant specializing in severing sorcery, she is stoic yet prone to performance anxiety. Despite her slender frame, she has a voracious appetite, remains loyal to her team—notably Chifumi and Risa—and is nearing her physical unlocking limit.
• Risa – A sharp-tongued, long-haired gyaru sorcerer, she is an analytical combatant who wields firearms with tactical precision. Once disruptive, she is now a rational member of Minoru’s group who balances a confrontational attitude toward underperformers with devoted submissiveness to him. A Plain-folk descendant, she is deeply invested in the group’s image, intimacy, and achieving Unlocking.
• Yuri – A cheerful and energetic first-year student at Higashi High who is a classmate of Shibuya and an acquaintance of Kibe Yurina from their middle school days. A girl known for being aggressive toward Hayato and displaying overt favoritism.
• Naruse – The family name of Risa.
• Kibe – The family name of Yurina.
• Kasakura – The family name of Asari and her father.
• Takino – The family name of Chifumi.
• Minoru – A black-haired, pragmatic student and sorcerer in a world of inverted beauty standards, this protagonist hides his identity as a shock-wielding Devil. A detached, strategic leader, he manages his party of four brides and subordinates through contracts and growth potential. Possessing knowledge from a past life, he studies dungeon lore and uses his power to subjugate and command apparitions.
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