Party

As I walked through the automatic door of the coffee shop, I saw Matthew making a loud noise with his phone in his hand. He was unaware that Daniel and the others sitting nearby were looking annoyed.

"Ethan! He's not answering!"

"I'm already here."

The gazes that had gathered on Matthew shifted to me and Jessica as we entered the restaurant. Without paying attention, I looked for an empty seat and saw the class president and vice president sitting side by side at a six-seat table near the entrance.

"Class press, can we sit here?"

"Ah, yeah…"

"Then, Jessica. Is here okay?"

"Yes."

We were seated in an arrangement with Jessica opposite the vice president and me opposite the president. Seated in the four seats across from the entrance were the homeroom teacher, Rebecca, and the assistant homeroom teacher, a male teacher.

When cold drinks and hand towels were passed around to me and Jessica, the president stood up and called out to the restaurant.

"Then, all the people who are planning to participate have gathered, so can we start now?"

"Yes."

"Okay~"

"Then, first of all, let me, the class president, give my greetings."

As a fitting opening speech, he expressed his gratitude for the preparation of the festival and the play. After a final toast with cold drinks, the closing party of the festival began.

While the food and drinks were passed around as appropriate, I deepened my friendship with the president and vice president, with whom I have little contact. Jessica joined in the conversation, although she didn't say much.

***

It's been about thirty minutes since the event began. Some people are subtly changing seats, and some of the girls are singing karaoke on an app on their phones.

Alexander is anxious to come over here but is being held captive by the girls at the top of the class caste. Daniel and Matthew also seemed to be having a lively conversation with the girls seated near them and did not approach me.

"Were you two good friends, Jessica and Ethan?"

"Well, since we're in the same club, I'd like to think so."

I chose my words to answer the vice president's question. This is because I still don't really know how to maintain a sense of distance from Jessica.

"You two came together, so there's that."

"That's true."

"By the way, how did you come together?"

"Yesterday, after talking about this party, I invited her when we were at the clubroom and she said OK."

"Heh~"

"Honestly, I was surprised because I thought I would be refused."

"…Is it really that surprising?"

Jessica, who had a light conversation with the vice president, joined us. The four of us were talking, including the vice president, over snacks.

"…Sorry for being late."

The automatic door at the entrance, which had a sign that said "preparation in progress," opened, and a woman entered. She drew everyone's attention in the store, and it turned out to be the ultra-popular idol, Emily Parker, whom our class was proud of.

"Eh? Emily?"

"Wow! It's Emily~!"

With her classmates surprised, teacher Rebecca stood up and spoke to Emily. From their conversation, it was clear that it was the teacher who contacted her.

"It's been a while. Emily."

"Yes. Teacher, thank you for contacting me."

"No, Emily is also a member of the class."

"But I couldn't participate in the cultural festival."

"I don't think anyone would refuse your participation because of that. Right, Oliver?"

"O-Of course."

The class president, suddenly shaken by the teacher, hurriedly replied. Well, who would refuse the participation of Emily, who is also a superbly beautiful girl?

"Well then, Emily's seat is…"

"How about here?"

"W-Why are there no empty seats around me…"

"…Oh, you. Get up from your seat."

"Hey, over there. Stop it."

The classmates reacted in various ways to the class president's words. Emily, the person in question, looked around the shop once, stared at me and at Jessica beside me, and then spoke to me with a smile.

"Ethan, can I sit next to you?"

"…Yeah, of course. I can't refuse."

"I'm glad. Thank you♪"

One side of the six-person table was being used only by me and Jessica, so one seat was empty. However, even though the class president's side was in the same situation, I wish she hadn't deliberately chosen my side, as it seemed significant in some way.

I can feel them looking at me behind my back as I have two extremely beautiful girls, Emily on my left and Jessica on my right, sitting next to me.

"Is your work okay?"

"I just happened to be free at this time. I have something later tonight though."

While exchanging a few light words with Emily, I glanced over my shoulder to check the back of the room. I saw the conspicuous girls whispering to each other and Alexander glaring at me.

***

The five of us at this table chatted about the cultural festival to Emily and she complained about how busy she was at work. Then Alexander, drink in hand, came to sit next to the president without asking for permission first.

"Emily. Long time no see."

"Yes, Alexander."

"Is work okay?"

"If it wasn't okay, I wouldn't have come."

Emily replied with a wry smile to Alexander's words. While Emily got dragged in a conversation with Alexander, Jessica started talking to me.

"Hey, Ethan?"

"Hmm? What?"

"This is delicious."

"Is it? Which one…"

We both shared the food she recommended. In the meantime, our drinks started to run out.

"Ah, this is good. Jessica, it looks like you're running out of drinks. Shall we order?"

"Ah, yeah. Okay…"

I took the menu, and while we were both choosing from the menu, a voice called out to me from the left side.

"Ah, Ethan. Can I order too?"

"Of course. Have you decided what to order?"

"Hmm... Show me the menu."

She pulled me by the arm, calling herself by first-person pronoun instead of the usual "Emily" because we were in a public place. I moved the menu to a spot in front of me so that both my sides could take a look at the same time, and Emily leaned in close and peeked at the menu.

Noticing this, Jessica also took a very similar position to look at the menu. Alexander, who had been interrupted by me being cuddled by the two superbly beautiful girls, looked at me with glaring eyes again.

"Let me know when you've decided. I'll order it."

Perhaps sensing the strange atmosphere, the class president volunteered to be the errand-runner. The vice-president, who was looking at him with a pitiful expression that seemed to say "Are you betraying me and running away?", made me feel sorry for her.

"I'll have this."

"Well, I guess I'll order this."

"Class press, I'm sorry. Can I ask for this?"

"Yeah, what about the other two?"

"I'm fine."

"I'm fine too."

"Okay then, I'll order it."

Alexander stood up once, and the class president left his seat. Alexander immediately returned to his seat and desperately tried to talk to Emily.

The three of them, including the vice president, were chatting appropriately, while I was laughing at his futile efforts in my mind, knowing that Emily was already mine. After a while, the drinks we ordered finally arrived.

"Here are your drinks."

"…Matthew, huh? Where is the class press?"

"If it's the class press, he's caught on the way."

When I turned around, he was sitting at the upper caste girls' table, being interviewed. Perhaps they want to hear what happened here.

"So I came instead."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"So, Alexander. Get inside or stand so I can get in."

"…You get in."

Alexander stood up again and Matthew sat next to the vice-president. In the meantime, Emily handed out the drinks that had arrived.

"Here. Jessica, here you go. Ethan, did you order this?"

"…Thank you very much."

"Thank you, Emily."

When Emily handed it over to Jessica on my right, she purposely stuck her body to me. Seeing that, Jessica's face became expressionless for a moment, which was terrifying.

Whenever Emily tried to intervene with Jessica, our classmates sitting with us gave her strange looks. I began to feel like the situation was becoming more troublesome, and I even considered punishing Emily later for causing problems.

When I think back to the time when I did a threesome with Emily and Erika, I shelved it because it seems that punishing Emily would make her happy on the contrary.

"Oh, that's right. Emily..."

Matthew, who was oblivious to the mood and lacked tact, threw words at Emily, not wanting to lose to Alexander. Since I also felt that Emily seemed to be under stress from Alexander, I participated in the conversation to support her.

Talking with me, her master, is healing for a lewd slave like Emily.