Chapter 2 – The Moonshadow Goddess

“…”

It was my second day after transferring. I walked into the classroom and saw a bunny girl. A bunny-ear headband rested on her head, and her body was wrapped tightly in a bunny suit with a little tail poking out. Fishnet tights and heels completed the perfect look. There was this outrageously erotic bunny girl who had no business being in a public place like this. Of course it was Sabakutani-san. Even after she went this far, no one in the classroom commented. Her breasts were bouncing so wildly they looked like they would spill right out. Her modesty was barely covered. That rebellious, ridiculously cute body of hers was way more erotic than an amateur girl standing completely naked.

“What exactly are you doing?”

“I’m a bunny girl. I figured Fushimi-kun likes sexy girls after all.”

“I love them.”

“Want to touch them?”

She lifted those massive melons—or were they watermelons?—with her own hands and asked. Of course I wanted to grope them if I could, but this was school.

“Everyone is ignoring us anyway. I bet even if I jerked off right here, they would just overlook it.”

“Kuroko camouflage… huh.”

That was my conclusion. She wasn’t invisible. In fact, everyone could see Sabakutani-san just fine, but they simply couldn’t focus their attention on her. It was like those lifeless stagehands or the stone-hat effect.

“Kuroko camouflage?”

“It’s a type of mystical concealment used in magical societies, one that hides something from notice at first glance. It thins out the attention given to your existence to the absolute limit. People can technically see you but can’t actually register you… something like that.”

“So that kuroko camouflage is on me…?”

“Otherwise there is no way a super cute girl with huge breasts wearing a seductive bunny outfit wouldn’t draw any attention, right?”

“Well…”

“Just like the kuroko on a theater stage. They support the performance but are treated as if they don’t exist. I named this effect kuroko camouflage. It’s the kind of curse that yokai and spirits naturally have.”

“Yokai. Spirits. Are you for real?”

“I’m not here to convert you, so take it with a grain of salt. I’m not some onmyoji or Ghostbuster or anything.”

“How about we have sex right here?”

In the classroom? Out in the open?

“Yeah, right here. Boldly.”

“That is a very generous offer, but I must respectfully decline.”

“What a waste.”

Sabakutani-san was seriously erotic. Those breasts that looked ready to overflow had my groin rock-hard. Unfortunately, I was at that age where I could be honest about my lust. When she asked if I wanted to make use of the advantage that I could actually perceive her, the answer was obviously yes. I really wanted to.

“But you’ll at least talk to me, right?”

“I’m the only one you can actually hold a conversation with.”

“Yep. Right now, the only person who can recognize my curse is you, Fushimi-kun. But you aren’t one of those people, are you? Not an onmyoji or Ghostbuster?”

“If I had to pick a side, I would say I’m more on the enemy side for humanity.”

“Like… yokai or something?”

“It gets complicated if I explain, so I won’t.”

While talking with her, I noticed something. When I was conversing with Sabakutani-san, the kuroko camouflage was affecting me too. It only happened while communicating with her, of course. Because she was always smiling and chatting away, I enjoyed talking with her during breaks. My classmates who couldn’t register her naturally ignored me as well. Even during lunch I was with Sabakutani-san, staring at those enormous breasts, when she suddenly spoke up.

“You can touch them anytime, you know♡”

I answered only with a polite thank you, and then I noticed the cafeteria starting to buzz.

“?”

I looked toward the topic of conversation and saw a beautiful girl. She had glossy raven-black hair and a perfectly balanced figure. Her facial aesthetics were insanely high. She wasn’t quite god-tier like Sabakutani-san, but she was still gorgeous enough to be an idol. Honestly, Sabakutani-san’s cuteness came with the curse tax, so you could argue she was breaking the rules.

“Who’s that?”

“The Moonshadow Goddess.”

Sabakutani-san, still in her bunny-girl outfit, explained while eating the chili con carne that had somehow made it onto the cafeteria menu.

“The Moonshadow Goddess?”

“There is one per school year, making three in total. That’s the representative beautiful girl for our second-year class… commonly known as the Moonshadow Goddess. Her name is Tokoyami Akira-san. She gives off a slightly dark, mysterious impression, but that’s apparently what people like about her.”

“Hmm…”

I kept eating my Sri Lankan curry without seeming interested. Seriously, this cafeteria menu was way too stacked.

“Caught your eye?”

“Sabakutani-san is cuter, though.”

“Oh my. What sweet words. Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Well, I was wondering if there might be a chance for something naughty.”

“Um… shall we…?”

“Respectfully, no thank you.”

And so the two of us chattered away, completely unbothered thanks to the kuroko camouflage.

“That’s why with breasts, size matters, but shape is just as important.”

“That’s why when they are as big as mine, there aren’t many bras I can even buy.”

“Please, Sabakutani-san, never let yours start sagging.”

“Of course. Keeping good breasts in perfect shape takes constant effort.”

We kept having this utterly insane conversation while deepening our discussion.

“…”

I glanced sideways at the Moonshadow Goddess. She was the cutest girl in the second year, which ironically meant she was the second cutest after Sabakutani-san. But looking at her, my sixth sense was ringing alarm bells.

My eyes are a little abnormal. I can understand things just by looking that normal people can’t. According to my vision, the Moonshadow Goddess was a bit tired. Or rather, cornered. I couldn’t tell exactly why, though.

“Does the Moonshadow Goddess have a boyfriend or something?”

“She might… I suppose it wouldn’t be strange.”

“Hmm.”

“You really are interested in the Moonshadow Goddess after all?”

“Interested… I’m not sure if that’s the right word.”

It was obvious to my eyes that something was cornering her. The first thing that came to mind was straightforward: a relationship issue.

“So the Moonshadow Goddess’s love life isn’t going well?”

“Possibly… at least that’s my guess.”

“And the percentage on that?”

“Seventy-five percent.”

“That is pretty high.”

When it comes to visual observation power, I’m on a completely different level from normal people.

“So you have magic eyes?”

“Magic eyes… well, magic eyes, I guess. In the industry they call it Culling Sight.”

“Culling Sight… side-seeing…”

Gathering and analyzing every piece of information your vision can catch to gain sharp insight that’s almost like future prediction… it sounds cool when you put it that way. In reality, it’s just a debug cam.

“But if you’re saying it, Fushimi-kun, then I’m worried. Especially if it involves magic eyes.”

She believed me. She actually believed in my Culling Sight.