Even Today, the Genius High School Programmer Cashes In on Day Trades, Completely Flustered by Beautiful Girls' Growing Affection. - Chapter 23: “I’ll Give You Five Centimeters of Boobs in Exchange”

“I’ll Give You Five Centimeters of Boobs in Exchange”

“Mmmmmm—delicious—!”

Right in front of me, Yamano was devouring the café’s signature dish—the so-called “Ultra Mega Super Max Jumbo Parfait”—with ferocious intensity.

Was this some kind of pro-wrestling move?

The parfait stood fifty-five centimeters tall.

When the server first carried it over, its towering peak loomed far above the petite Yamano’s eye level.

The moment she picked up her spoon, she shot to her feet with an enthusiastic “Itadakimasu!” and immediately began attacking it from the top down.

A twin-tailed lolita in a middle-school-looking uniform, standing on tiptoe and methodically working her way through an absurdly oversized parfait.

Her enormous breasts kept threatening to brush against the cream and fruit layers, clearly making it difficult for her to eat comfortably.

Up close like this, her large, round cat-like eyes really were adorable.

No wonder she ranked among the academy’s undisputed top three beauties.

Naturally, she had become the sole center of attention in the entire café.

Most of the stares belonged to men.

“Cute as hell, dude.”

“Her tits are gonna hit the parfait.”

“I’ll hold ’em up for her.”

“Nah, I got it—”

At least half of them sounded like walking red flags.

Still… the speed at which she was eating was unreal.

Where the hell was all of that going inside such a tiny body?

And yet the way she savored every bite—so visibly delighted—made watching her oddly satisfying.

In roughly five minutes she’d already demolished half of it. Only then did she finally sit back down and continue at a more leisurely pace.

She ate with the single-minded focus of a child lost in her favorite treat.

A thin ring of melted ice cream had smeared around her mouth, giving her lips an unintentionally lewd sheen.

The massive banana slice was clearly too big; she couldn’t fit it all at once. Instead she let out soft, muffled “nngh… nngh…” sounds as she worked the cold cream down her throat, her neck moving visibly.

It was straight out of an eighteen-and-over scene.

The male customers around us were practically foaming at the mouth.

The parfait was rapidly disappearing.

She really should have taken her time with the last bit.

Sure enough, a spoonful of ice cream slipped and splattered right onto the navy-blue fabric covering her stomach.

“Yah—!”

The white cream spread in a stark, unmistakable stain across the front of her uniform.

“Aww, come on, Ooyama-kun~” Yamano whined playfully. “I told you not to cum on my uniform~ Geez, what am I gonna do with you~?”

“Cut that out right now!”

Suddenly every pair of eyes in the café—customers and staff alike—snapped toward me.

“Hey, hey, don’t sweat the small stuff~”

Yamano casually dabbed at the stain with a napkin, brushing the whole thing off like it was nothing.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Hmm~ Who knows~?”

She flashed me an innocent, shit-eating grin.

Goddamn it, I seriously wanted to deck her.

“All done—! That was seriously amazing. And since Ooyama-kun’s treating, it tasted even better~!”

Exactly.

Earlier she had declared “This one’s on Ooyama-kun~” and dragged me straight to this café.

Without a moment’s hesitation she ordered the “Ultra Mega Super Max Jumbo Parfait – ¥2,350.”

Everything about this—the fact that I was paying, the ridiculous name, the highway-robbery price—was completely insane.

I took a slow sip of the coffee I’d ordered for myself.

“Still… that was some insane eating speed. You finished most of it in under fifteen minutes. Where the hell does a body that small even store something that massive?”

“Well~ They say sweets go to a separate stomach, right~?”

“That’s not a separate stomach. That’s a goddamn black hole.”

Fifty-five centimeters of monstrous parfait, vanishing into the body of a lolita.

The whole scene looked like some kind of impossible stage illusion.

“Haa… But seriously… I wish I were just a little taller…” Yamano sighed, resting her cheek on her hand. “Hey, Ooyama-kun? Can I have five centimeters of your height? I’ll give you five centimeters of boobs in exchange.”

“Pass! Even if I took them, what the hell would I do with them?”

“I wonder if I could ever transform into a perfectly balanced beauty like Yukina…”

Right.

She was talking about Sakuraba.