Chapter 1

"Graaaahhh, I can't take it anymore!" Takanashi yelled and stood up beside me. "Look, guys, this fanclub is dedicated to Katsuragi-chan! All we do all day is just talk about her and her perverted antics. Wouldn't it be better if we were actually out there doing stuff?"

I took a sip of my soda. He kind of had a point. My own reasons for joining the club weren't because I admired what she did, I was more interested in why she did them. As a hopeful gravure photographer, I had a deep appreciation and love for the feminine form, one that I was pretty sure Katsuragi shared; not that I knew for certain. That being said, I was also a shameless pervert, and did enjoy her antics on that count.

I had to admit that I also had somewhat personal reasons for being in this club. I had a pretty big crush on Katsuragi and I spent more time than I liked to admit daydreaming about a relationship with her. She was sort of the perfect woman for me. The kind of woman I wouldn't have to hide my perverted nature from.

The room was silent for a moment. The four of us just looked back and forth between each other waiting for someone to speak up.

"Well," our unspoken leader, Nomura, broke the silence, "I suppose that getting up to no good ourselves might attract the attention of Katsuragi-san herself; however, it may also attract the wrong kind of attention." Nomura was a second-year, the most diplomatic of the four of us, and had by far the best grades. We looked up to him to make decisions on behalf of the club, and not just because he started it in the first place. In fact, his basement was where we held these meetings.

"Katsuragi-chan can get away with what she does because she, herself, is a woman. Anything perverted she does is labeled 'skinship'." Haru, our fourth member, voiced his opinion. "We could get in serious trouble if we tried even a fraction of the stuff she does." The second-year was perhaps the laziest of the group. He had an obsession with videogames that made sure he didn't get out much, and generally loathed to do anything that wasn't related to his hobby. It wasn't a mystery why he wasn't on board for this idea. Even still, he was a critical thinker and a really good debater.

Takanashi slumped in frustration. "I just… guys, I'm bored. And honestly, sexually frustrated talking about this stuff. I need release!" Takanashi was a third-year like me and easily the most perverted, which was saying something given his present company. He collected figurines, especially ones that had nude variants or "cast-off" clothing, whatever that meant. He was passionate, energetic, and just a little stir-crazy. Unfortunately, he wasn't very smart, so even though he had some great ideas, the rest of us usually had to iron out the kinks.

Nomura rubbed his chin, then turned to me. "Satoshi-san, what do you think?"

I shrugged. "I'm perfectly content with what we have going on now. But on the other hand, getting up to no good would give me a lot of photo opportunities." I held up my prized camera for emphasis before dropping it back down so it could hang from my neck like it usually did. "I could go either way."

"C'mon guys, let's at least give it a try. If it ends up being a horrible idea, we'll just stop and go back to this I guess. Or at least think of something else." Takanashi bargained.

Nomura rubbed his portly chin again. "I suppose even if we got caught, it would be our first offense, so we wouldn't get in too much trouble. I think this sounds reasonable." He adjusted his thick glasses and nodded.

"All right, fine, but what do we do?" Haru asked.

Takanashi paused. "I dunno." He admitted and then sat back down.

"Well, we all have our own strengths," Nomura noted, "so I think it would be best if we all did our own projects. The meeting for today is already almost over, let's all think about what each of us can do and then we'll discuss it next week."

That seemed like a reasonable idea to me, and the other two nodded along. I didn't have any ideas off the top of my head, but with my love of photography I was sure it wouldn't be difficult to figure something out if I really put my mind to it.

The rest of the meeting went by uneventfully, and I went home soon after.

"So, Satoshi-kun." My father called to me across the dinner table. "It's your final year of high school. Your youth is slipping through your fingers as we speak.

I stared blankly at him, I already knew where this was going.

"When are you going to get a girlfriend?" He asked.

"Ew." Nanako, my half-sister, commented as she gulped down a clump of rice.

"Here we go again." Rika, my other half-sister, said and leaned back in her chair like she was about to watch a show.

"When I'm ready." I replied, flatly. I didn't like having this conversation, and I especially didn't like having it weekly as was currently the case.

"You're running out of time to be ready." My father pointed out.

I waved my hand dismissively. "You know, studies have shown that you're more likely to have a happy relationship if you don't rush into it. Most successful relationships happen well after high school."

"Bah, nonsense. Your mothers and I were high-school sweethearts. Isn't that right?" He grinned victoriously as he addressed his three lovers.

They each responded affirmatively, in their own ways.

My family structure was unusual. My father was engaged in a polyamorous relationship with his three girlfriends. Though not in a legal sense, since Japan's laws would never allow such a thing, he was spiritually married to all three, and often referred to them as his wives. He also had one child with each of them. As such, my sisters and I shared a father but had different mothers, and we were the same age. I was technically the oldest, but only by two months overall.

I didn't make a habit of telling other people about my family, and if I did I would purposely remain vague about certain details. I wasn't really ashamed, but I knew that there would be social consequences to letting that kind of thing get out. My father was certainly a lucky guy, but the fact that he didn't realize how lucky he was meant that conversations like this one were especially frustrating.

"I would consider you an exception to the rule." I replied. "Either way, I don't have any lovers, and it's none of your business anyway." I was glad I finished my meal as I said that last bit, because I needed an easy escape. I set down my chopsticks and got up. "Thank you for the meal, mom." I addressed my mother-by-blood as I said this. She was the one who did most of the cooking.

With that, I retreated up the stairs and into my room. I could almost feel my father's disappointed stare on my back as I did.

I only had a couple of hours to relax in my typical way of examining and uploading all of my photos from that day to my computer before there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I called.

"It's me." I heard my father reply.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, mentally preparing myself for yet another embarrassing conversation. "Come in."

He opened the door and came inside. Something was immediately different about him. For as long as I could remember, my father had worn a necklace around his neck with a peculiar red crystal dangling from the leather string. It was such a constant about him that I took it for granted, which is why I immediately noticed he wasn't wearing it.

"Hey kiddo. Sorry about dinner." This statement added to the unusual nature of this encounter, never before had he apologized for that particular argument. "I did a little bit of thinking, and honestly you're more right than you know. I am pretty lucky. It's actually all thanks to this," he reached into the pocket of his shirt and pulled out the necklace, letting it dangle in front of me.

It had been a long time since I had gotten a good look at the piece of jewelry. It was fairly unassuming and simple. Nothing extravagant or fancy. Despite the fact that he must have had it for at least two decades it was completely void of any signs of wear. If I had been told it was made the day before, I would believe it.

"Is it some sort of lucky charm?" I asked. I was skeptical of supernatural charms in general, but I felt like humoring him.

"Ehhh, something like that." He replied, noncommittally. "The point is, it's definitely the reason I had such luck with the ladies when I was your age. And since I already have the loves of my life, I suppose I don't need it anymore.

"Look, if you really want me to get off your case about getting a girlfriend, then at least wear this necklace for me." He continued. "That will at least convince me that even if you aren't having much luck right now, the luck will come to you."

I took the necklace from him and turned the pendant around in my fingers, examining it carefully. It wasn't a girly necklace, and it looked pretty cool if I was honest. I supposed it would be a small price to pay in exchange for never having to have that conversation again. I slipped the necklace over my head and let the crystal fall to my chest. Though I was pretty sure it was placebo, something did feel different when I put it on.

My father smiled a wide grin. "Thanks, kiddo. I'm happy knowing that you're in fate's hands now, at least." He turned to leave but stopped halfway and turned back around. "Oh, and one more thing."

"Hm?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"As you know, your mothers and I are going on our vacation tomorrow."

"I know, I'm in charge until you get back." I nodded, this was another conversation we'd had multiple times. They were going to New Zealand for two months.

"Ah, not that." He shook his head. "I just wanted the chance to say that I'm proud of you. Even if you haven't found love quite yet, you get good grades and you stay out of trouble. Pretty damn good with that camera too." He nodded to the photos I had hanging on the wall. "You're going places, and I don't say it enough."

I couldn't help but smile at his words. "Thanks, dad."

After that, he finally left me alone to think and relax some more.

A few hours passed, and since my parents would be gone by the time I woke up tomorrow, I preemptively said goodbye to all four of them before I went to bed.

When the time came I had trouble sleeping and spent most of the night wide awake staring at my ceiling. For some reason, I was thinking about relationships, and Katsuragi. Obviously, she would be the ideal partner, but the odds were slim. If she had any interest in men at all, she surely didn't show it. But I supposed that I didn't need to hook up with Katsuragi herself, just someone like her. Someone I didn't have to hide myself with.

I'd only had one previous relationship a year ago, and that relationship ended in disaster for that very reason. I wasn't myself because she didn't like the more perverted aspects of me. Eventually the frustration became too much to handle and we had to break it off. It was for the better anyway, she moved away that summer and changed schools so it would have had to happen one way or another.

Still, girls who were like Katsuragi were few and far between, I did know at least of a first-year that followed her around and seemed to be just as pervy—I was pretty sure her name was Ayame. The guys at the fan-club would definitely be proud of me if I managed to land a girlfriend that was even somewhat similar to the legend herself.

I finally drifted off to sleep fantasizing about a scenario where I had managed to land both Katsuragi and Ayame as girlfriends, and then showed them off to the other club members.

"Sato-kun, that tickles." Katsuragi said in her husky voice as she leaned over me, pushing my erect cock into the vast valley between her huge breasts.

The necklace must have worked a miracle, because here I was, getting a titjob from the legendary Katsuragi herself.

She smiled down at me and leaned in to kiss me. I happily returned the gesture, swirling my tongue around in her mouth and enjoying the erotic dance our tongues were having together. My mind was fuzzy, probably because all the blood in my head was in my groin, making my penis rock-hard between her unbelievably soft mammaries.

She moved forward and backward, dragging her tits across my swollen prick in an erotic fashion. I could feel her nipples against my hips, stiff enough I felt like they might actually be cutting grooves in my flesh as they slid back and forth.

She panted and smiled down at me. "The other guys in your club won't believe their eyes when they see us together, huh?"

"God, I can't wait to brag." I replied honestly, imagining the looks on their faces when I showed up hand-in-hand with Katsuragi. That thought alone was making me even harder, and I could feel precum oozing from my tip and between her massive pillows, lubricating my shaft as it slid back and forth. I wasn't going to last much longer.

She grinned devilishly down at me. "Remember, Sato-kun, anytime you wanna feel like this, all you have to do is look me in the eyes and snap your fingers. Then I'll be all yours for the next hour."

That… was an oddly specific thing to say. But I was far too concentrated on making this feeling last as long as I could to really deconstruct what she said. My cock was doing all of the thinking, so I didn't really care how weird it was. Maybe it was some kind of weird fetish? Either way, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially not right now when I was close to bursting.

"Are you going to cum for me, Sato-kun? I can feel it twitching between my tits."

"Kami, yes, I'm so close."

"Cum for me Sato-kun. Let it all out between my boobs."

"I'm gonna—"

Suddenly Katsuragi's eyes went wide and she opened her mouth. Spilling out was a familiar, loud beeping sound. "Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My hand sailed across the bed and slammed into my alarm clock.

"God damn it." I sighed as I realized that it had been a dream. My dick was stiff as a board, tenting my boxers, taunting me.

I sat up in my bed and rubbed the blur out of my eyes. As I did, I felt an unfamiliar weight around my neck. Looking down I saw the little red pendant hanging there. I must have fallen asleep with it on. My imagination last night probably contributed to the dream I had. It felt incredibly realistic, though, it was much more vivid and linear than the dreams I normally got. The only absurd part was the bit about snapping my fingers. For some reason that part stuck out to me more than the actual titjob.

In spite of my grogginess I managed to haul myself off my bed and get ready for school.