Being forced to join Fuuka's club

[Kiyotaka POV]

"Oh, You're finally here. Goodmorning Ayanakouji."

Just as I opened my front door, I found Fuuka leaning against the side, giving the impression that she's been waiting for me. This woman has too much free time in her hands.

''I like to arrive at school 30 mins before class starts, so I don't have to worry about being late. However, seeing you first thing in the morning is enough to make me go back to bed.''

"Heh, you and that sharp tongue of yours." Fuuka smiled, completely ignoring what I just said.

"Alright, so with introductions out of the way, let's get to the main topic." She announced.

"Whatever..." I replied in a bored tone, only God knows what Fuuka wants today.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not actually sure how to spell your name. Mind writing it right here for me?"

She asked out of the blue while handing me a pen and paper. She seems rather prepared for something like this.

"Uuuh... What's this about?" I arched my eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing important. And while you're at it, write your full name. As hard as you can."

"Tch..You're so demanding..."

I sighed and did what she asked. The fastest way to get rid of Fuuka is to just go with the flow with her. I mean what's the worst she could do with my signature. sign me up for sperm donation?

"... Let's see here... There, that good?" I returned the pen and paper with my full name on it.

"Mhm, Nice!..."

Fuuka nods as she tosses the paper away. Revealing another sheet underneath...

''Wait, carbon paper?"

"Yeah, alright, nice and clear."

Fuuka finishes copying the name onto the carbon paper and smiles with satisfaction.

"Wait, what criminal thing are you planning to do?!"

"Oh, this? I was thinking of starting a club."

''......''

"Why did you write my name in for club member?!"

"I thought it'd be more fun than running it myself."

"What's an 'Intellectual Culture Research Group' anyway? I've never heard of such a thing."

"Hmmm, I'm not really sure either, I just came up with it on a whim...?" Fuuka pressed her forefinger to her cheeks and was deep in thought.

"...You haven't even figured that out?"

"It's okay, 'Intellectual Culture' could involve anything." Fuuka finally answered.

"Video games are made using intellect applied for the purposes of entertainment, so we could even research those. Or manga, which applies ancient knowledge of art and writing."

What is she babbling about?

"Anyway... This sounds like a club where we'd just be screwing around doing whatever." I retorted.

"You could say that." She smiled and patted my shoulder.

"...What's the point, then?"

Going out of her way to make me join as part of a club seems meaningless to me.

"Since it should be more fun for me that way. Isn't that good enough reason?"

"...That's an awfully self-centered reason."

...A place in school where you can just play games and read manga in peace might not be so bad. The only problem I can think of is my club president, Fuuka. Well, I can just ducktape her to the chair like a mummy, to remove her from the equation.

"Then with that settled, find me one more member so we can officially start the club, thanks."

"Huh? Wait... Fuuka?!"

She did a runner's pose before bolting away from my dorm entrance.

''We need 4 members to start a club! This club's hopes and dreams rest in your hands!''

''......''

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After class ended, I noticed Fuuka leaning against the wall outside the corridor. I can already guess who she's waiting for. Fukka seemed to be humming a musical note with her eyes closed, and AirPods on her ears. Seeing this as an excellent opportunity to flee, I tried to sneak out with my head down while she was distracted.

However, Fukka immediately grabs my arm like a Border Patrol agent seizing an illegal immigrant from Mexico.

''...What are you doing? Please get off me.''

''C'mon, let's go together.''

'' Don't C'mon me!''

''Arent you curious about your new club.'' Her fingers teasingly wrap around my arms through my long sleeves.

'' I rather watch grass grow than join your stupid club.''

I immediately looked around, luckily I was one of the last students to leave my class, so only a few people would see me with Fuuka. It would be annoying to have to deal with weird rumors about us circulating.

I guess Fuuka got sick of me staring at her silently, as she jerks me closer by the arm she's grasping.

''I let you see my breasts. Joining my club isn't a bad trade, is it?''

''........''

I don't remember asking to see her breasts. This woman's logic is completely incoherent.

She's like those Nazis who would forcefully execute Jews and then send their family a bill for disposing of their corpses.

'' Ever heard of the internet?.. We can now see boobs in 8K resolution. You have no power here.''

''What? You seem dissatisfied. If just a look isn't enough, want to squeeze them? Just a light massage, mind you.'' An omnipotent grin was present on her face.

''If you think a flash of your tits would make me do your bidding, then you're in for a surprise.''

''Come on now, it's not like you got anything better to do?'' Fuuka sighed.

For the first time...Fuuka actually had a point. I honestly don't have anything else to do. I'm probably just going to go home, brew some coffee, maybe watch some cat videos if I feel like it, before finally going to bed. A very monotonous routine if I say so myself.

While I was deep in thought-

Fuuka entwines herself around my arm, pushing her soft breasts onto me.

''Hey...'' I exclaimed, annoyed.

''My family might be filthy rich, but they are pretty old school. If they knew their precious daughter was seen naked by a boy, they would most likely arrange a shotgun marriage between you and me.''

'' Don't worry I'm gonna buy a ticket to brazil before our wedding night,'' I said casually.

'' Really? But you seem like the type who wants an independent rich girl to spoil you.'' Fuuka poked my cheeks.

'' Just cause I'm lazy and hate trouble doesn't mean I want a sugar mommy. If I did, I would've already been in bed with the queen of England.''

'' Pfft... Ahahaha.'' Fuuka laughed at my remark.

Marriage?.. What a foreign concept. I'm returning to the Whiteroom in three years, so I never considered anything long-term, such as marriage. But.... being betrothed to Fuuka?

Just thinking about that woman nagging me for the rest of my life is enough to send shivers down my spine... I rather go back to the Whiteroom.

Giving Fuuka one last look, I came to a realization that she won't stop until I agree. She would keep pressing me, and her methods would only get more and more annoying.

''...Fine. You win. Let's go see this club of yours.'' I sighed.

''That's the spirit. You should have just said "yes" from the start. You would have won some points for sweetness.''

''..... Yeah no thanks. If I'm anymore sweet, people would start having Type 2 diabetes just from my presence alone.''