Chapter written by writing.com user Dudeman, ported to Collaberotica by WritingGuy.

Hahari Hanazono is from the manga/anime 100 girlfriends.


You roll your eyes, standing up and getting into position for the push-ups. Azuki straddles your back, her thighs pressing against your sides.

"Ready?" she asks. You nod, and she starts counting.

"One... two... three..." You start to push up, feeling the weight of her on your back. By the fifth one, you're already sweating, and your arms are trembling.

"Come on, you can do it!" she cheers, sounding way too cheerful for someone who's essentially riding you like a jockey on a horse.

But as you struggle through the next few reps, your arms give out and you collapse back down onto the floor, Azuki bouncing slightly on impact.

"Oops," she giggles, "Looks like you can't handle it." You're panting and your muscles are screaming in protest.

"Guess I'll have to motivate you," she says, and before you know it, her hand comes down on your butt with a loud smack.

"Owww!" you yelp.

"You're supposed to be encouraging me!"

"This is encouragement!" she retorts, her hand smacking down again, sending a jolt of painful pleasure through you.

"Keep it up and I'll help you with the rest of them! Don't forget that this a punishment for loosing," she says with a smug grin.

You grit your teeth and push back up, determined to finish the task despite the distraction. Each push-up is agonizing, but the smack of Azuki's hand on your bottom gives you a strange sense of... incentive.

"That's the spirit!" she says, her spanks growing more forceful with each rep. You can feel your face burning as much as your muscles.

"T-thanks..." you manage to get out through your gasps for air.

As you approach the halfway point, you start to falter. Your arms are like jelly and your chest is on fire. But Azuki isn't letting up. She straddles you more firmly, her thighs digging into your sides.

"Don't give up now!" she says, her voice a mix of playfulness and sternness.

"You can do it!" Each word is punctuated by another smack, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body that you never knew could exist from such a simple action.

You push through the pain, determined to prove yourself to this fiery tomboy. The sound of her laughter only fuels your determination. Her breasts jiggle against your back with each smack, and despite the burning in your arms, you can't help but feel a growing excitement. You manage to complete ten push-ups before your muscles start to betray you.

"Having fun?" she taunts, her breath hot against your neck as she leans down to whisper in your ear. The sudden closeness sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the heat of her body pressing into yours.

"A-Azuki..." you pant, trying to focus. Her spanks grow more playful, turning into gentle pats as she seems to realize you're nearing your limit.

"You're doing so well, almost there," she encourages, her voice sweet despite the sly smirk you know is on her face.

Somehow, you manage to push through the last few push-ups, collapsing onto the floor with a thud when you're done. You can feel her weight shift as she stands up, and you let out a sigh of relief, rolling onto your back to look up at her. She offers a hand to help you up, and you take it gratefully, letting her pull you to your feet.

"Looks like I'll have to come up with something more... creative next time," she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Five rounds of the 'Maid's Special Tea' and you're free to go," she says, as if she hadn't just been grinding on your back. You nod, your heart racing from the exertion and the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"But I have one condition," she add, catching her off guard.

I raises an eyebrow, curious.

"And that condition is...?"

"You have to find me at school during lunch," Azuki says, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"If you do, I'll consider letting you off early." Your eyes widen at the challenge. It wasn't like you had any idea where she'd be, or what she looked like out of her maid outfit, but you weren't going to back down now.

"You have yourself a deal," you reply, trying to sound cooler than you felt.

"What, you go to CHYOA Academy too?" you ask, trying to get more information.

"Yeah, the head mistress is the one who recommended me for this job, she's also one of our best customers. Do you want to meet her?" she says with a cheeky grin.

"Well, I'll be looking forward to it," you manage to say, hoping that you don't run into any trouble on the way.

Azuki starts to take me to another table, her hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowded cafe. I can't help but feel a bit nervous, knowing that I'm about to be introduced to someone with even larger assets than Kaede and Hakari. As we approach, I see a woman who can only be described as a goddess. Her pink hair is styled in a way that makes it look like a pair of angel wings framing her face, and she has a figure that defies gravity. Her M-cup breasts are straining the fabric of her maid uniform, and her butt is so large that it seems like she could sit on a planet and not even make a dent. This has to be Hakari's mother, Hahari Hanazono.

Sitting next to her is a woman who, while not as busty, certainly has her own set of assets to flaunt. She's dressed in a similar fashion, but her outfit is more tailored to her H-cup figure, with a blue ribbon around her neck that matches her piercing blue eyes. Her hair is tied back into a tight bun, and she's wearing rimless black glasses that scream 'intellectual' despite her current situation. She seems to be in the middle of a particularly intense 'Marshmallow Hell' from Hahari.

"That's who's in charge of the school?" I deadpanned.

"Yes, she is the headmistress," Azuki says, her voice low.

"But she's also one of our best customers, and she has a... particular taste for this kind of thing."

"Does she even work here?" you asked.

"No, she's just here to relax and enjoy herself," Azuki says with a shrug.

"But she does like cosplay, which is why she's in a maid uniform."

As you approach, the headmistress, Hahari, looks up and notices you, her eyes lighting up.

"Oh, Azuki, you've brought a friend!" she says, her voice as sweet as honey.

"This is Yuri Apha," she introduces the girl, who is currently buried up to her neck in a pile of marshmallows. Yuri nods politely, though it's clear she's concentrating on the task at hand.

"P-pleased to meet you," you manage to stutter out, trying not to stare at the woman's M-cup breasts, which seem to be fighting against their fabric prison. now that I'm closer I see how big Yuri's butt is, it's like two watermelons stuck together.


Hahari smiles warmly and leans in closer, her chest threatening to spill out of her uniform.

"What can I do for both of you?" she asks, her eyes glancing down at the menu.

"Actually," Azuki says, her hand still on my back.

"Today's his first day, so I thought he could use a proper introduction to the headmistress," she says, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. Hahari's eyes widen, and she sits up straight, her massive chest jiggling slightly.

"A new student!" she exclaims. "Welcome to CHYOA!" She stands, her skirt fluttering around her, and extends a hand.

"I'm Hahari Hanazono, but you can call me Headmistress Hahari."

Yuri finally emerges from the marshmallow hell, her glasses askew and a look of determination on her face. She brushes herself off and stands, her H-cup breasts bouncing slightly.

"And I am Yuri Apha," she says, her voice stern and business-like.

"I'm in charge here." She adjusts her glasses and looks me up and down, her gaze lingering for a moment on my red face.

"You look like you've survived Azuki's Maid's Special Tea," she says, raising an eyebrow.

"Most don't make it past round one before they want to leave."

"It's quite the... experience," I manage to get out, still trying to catch my breath.

"I didn't know it was a punishment," I admit, looking over at Azuki who's trying not to laugh.

"Well, it's not exactly on the menu," Yuri says, her eyes narrowing at Azuki.

"It's for perverts who think they can handle it," she explains.

"Azuki, did you not tell him before like you were supposed to!?" she snaps, clearly upset.

Azuki holds up her hands in defense.

"Hey, he didn't ask!" she protests, but Yuri isn't buying it.

"You know the rules, Azuki," she says firmly.

"We don't just throw newbies to the wolves like that." The tension between the two is palpable, and you can't help but feel like you've walked into a minefield.

"R-rules?" you stammer, your heart racing.

"What kind of rules?"

Yuri turns her piercing gaze on you, her expression softening slightly.

"The 'Maid's Special Tea' is a... unique service we offer here. We tell the customer everything about it, except the part where they get punished.

"It's designed to... how do I put this delicately... weed out the customers that think that just because this is a maid cafe that they can treat the girls however they want," she says, her voice still firm.

"It's not for the faint of heart, and it seems you've managed to survive Azuki's particular brand of... hospitality."

Her eyes dart to Azuki, who was now trying to look anywhere but at you.

"Azuki! I'm sorry she didn't explain it to you beforehand," Yuri says, her tone more apologetic than scolding.

"It's just that we get a lot of people in here who think it's all fun and games, and we need to make sure they know what they're getting themselves into." She straightens up and offers you a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from your brow.

"But you've done well," she adds, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Most don't last half as long as you did."

"It's okay," you manage to say, taking the handkerchief with a grateful nod. "I'm still standing, right?"

Yuri looks at you approvingly, then at Azuki.

"Well, since he's made it this far, I suppose he's earned a bit of a reward," she says, a sly smile on her face, but before Azuki could respond her phone rang.

"Oh crap I have to go help to set up Maken-ki's Entrance ceremony!"