Chapter 25 – Pretending to be a Boyfriend

The next day, as I was walking to school, my arm was suddenly grabbed, and I was dragged into a side alley. Between the location and the situation, it felt like deja vu. And the person waiting there was, as expected, Watase-san.

“Good morning, Takuma. Or should I call you darling?”

“Please don’t.”

“You can call me honey, you know? Or Miori, meat slave, Miorin, Mii-chan, pig—you can call me whatever you like. Because we’re lovers, after all.”

“We’re just pretending, though.”

Wasn’t there a really weird nickname mixed in there just now?

“…… Now then, let’s link arms like lovers and walk to school together.”

“Eh, no way.”

“W-W-W-Why not? Is it because of my breasts? It’s because of my breast size, isn’t it? You think that even if I link arms with you, you won’t feel much of anything, right? Well, you’re dead wrong. It’s true I’m a C-cup. But… today, I’m going braless, you know?”

Did she think going braless meant the sensation would be transmitted directly? Look, our uniforms were in the way.

As I was thinking that, Fujimiya-san appeared from behind Watase-san. Right — they lived in the same apartment building, so it wasn’t weird for them to be together.

“Morning, Takuma-kun! I sent you a message right after I woke up, but it wasn’t marked as read, so I wondered if you’d overslept! I almost looked up your address to come wake you up~.”

Scary, scary. Please don’t. So those sixteen notifications that morning had been from Fujimiya-san, huh.

“Morning, Fujimiya-san. My house is a bit hard to find, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

“I know the general location from GPS, so it’s totally fine!”

I wondered if she realized that wasn’t fine at all.

“So anyway… I wanna link arms with you and walk to school too, Takuma-kun~.”

“Eh, please don’t.”

“It’s fine. After hearing Miorin’s story just now, I already went braless too. Look.”

Saying that, she pulled a light-blue bra, the size of a custom melon carrier, out of her bag and showed it to me.

When had she even taken it off? Out there on the street? Was she out of her mind?

“Sooo… Hup! How’s that? Even through the uniforms, you can feel the sensation of my breasts, right?”

I could definitely feel it. In fact, my arm was completely buried. It was like a water balloon.

“Ah, if you still can’t feel it, should I sandwich it directly? Hold on. I’ll unbutton my shirt, sandwich your arm directly, and then button it up again.”

“Please don’t do that.”

What were these two thinking? Wearing a blouse with no bra — if their blazers shifted even a little bit, it’d be see-through and cause a massive incident.

“I-I’ll do that too! Hold on. I’ll unbutton my—”

“I said don’t.”

“But… if I don’t go that far, I can’t compete with Itsuki’s mass.”

“What are you going to do if you win?”

“T-That’s… hehe. Making me say something like that, Takuma, you’re so… naughty.”

Uwaaa… Going to such lengths just to get revenge on Ayane-san — how demonic.

“Since we’re just pretending in the first place, you don’t really have to go that far, right?”

“When pretending to be a boyfriend, this much is completely normal.”

…Say what? This was normal? I’d never had a girlfriend, so I wouldn’t know, but was this normal for girls? Did that mean if I actually managed to go out with Ayane-san, she’d do even more than this for me? Being lovers was amazing…

“Takkun.”

Hm? That voice was…

“Ah, Nao-chan. Morning.”

Before I knew it, Nao-chan was standing behind me. And upon seeing both of my arms being hugged by the two of them, she abruptly hiked up her skirt and tried to climb up onto me.

“Wait, Nao-chan. What are you trying to do?”

“Nao has no boobs. Nao only has her thighs left, so the only option is to have you give me a piggyback ride and sandwich your face between my thighs… A-Ah, aaaaaahhhh!”

Hey, don’t just start shrieking out of nowhere!?

That was bad. I needed to change the subject. So I forcibly yanked my hugged arms free.

“Nn-ah!”

Pop! One arm slipped out.

“Yaan!”

Squiiiish. The other arm pulled free. You could tell the difference in mass just from the sound effects.

“Come to think of it, today is the parent-teacher-student conference, huh?”

“……”

“……?”

That single comment caused everyone to freeze in absolute silence. What was wrong? Well, I could sort of understand why Fujimiya-san reacted that way. Nao-chan had just transferred, so she probably didn’t really get what was going on. But Watase-san’s complexion was awful. She actually looked a little pale.

“What’s wrong, Watase-san? Are you okay?”

“…Eh? Y-Yeah, I’m fine…”

“I see. What about you, Fujimiya-san?”

“For my family… my mom is coming, but…”

“…Eh?”

That woman? I see — she was the type to keep up appearances properly. Even if they had said their family relationship was gradually improving, there was no way things would work out that easily.

“Ever since that incident, she’s started doting on me insanely hard… like, trying to sleep in the same bed with me, or take baths together. The other day, when we went shopping, she bought me eight full outfits, and even though underwear in my size is expensive, she bought ten matching top-and-bottom sets… So I’m a little anxious about what she’s going to say at the conference.”

Wasn’t she a little too friendly? Had someone swapped bodies with her? Who even was that?

“Must be nice…”

Hm? Had Watase-san just said something?

“No, it’s nothing. A parent-teacher conference is ultimately just a place for parents to brag about [how good a parent they are], right? They don’t care about us at all.”

“M-Miorin?”

“…Sorry. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Let’s go.”

Saying that, Watase-san pushed my back. I started walking to match her pace, but her hand didn’t leave my back. Actually, rather than just not leaving, it felt like she was gripping my uniform tightly. It was going to get wrinkled, though.

“……Hey, Takuma. I’m scared…”

“……”

—I wondered what time Watase-san’s conference was. We were in different classes, so I had no idea. Would Wano-sensei know? Also, I wondered if my mom would actually show up on time.

Right then, Fujimiya-san tugged on my sleeve.

“What is it?”

“Umm, Takuma-kun… going braless makes them bounce and rub a lot, and it hurts. What should I do?”

How should I know?