I Got Dumped by My Childhood Friend Fiancée Who I Didn’t Even Like, I Thought I Could Finally Have a Peaceful School Life… But Then I Got Targeted by SS-Class Beautiful Young Ladies

Chapter 13: [Tough Question] I Couldn’t Figure Out What Was Off About the Heiress in Her Underwear

“Something I should notice…?”

I repeated it just to make sure, and Azusa gave a small nod with her slender neck.

—Something to notice…?

Was I being tested on something super important right now?

But come on, there’s no way I’d pick up on any changes in someone I literally just started talking to properly yesterday.

Why was she in her underwear in the clubroom? And why was she standing on the scale…? There were a million things I could nitpick about, sure.

While I was turning the question over and over in my head, Azusa casually reached out, snatched my glasses off my face, held them in her hand, and opened her mouth with this teasing smile.

“If you just keep staring at my face the whole time… you’re gonna miss the big picture, y’know~”

I thought taking my glasses off would make it even harder to see, but I swallowed that comeback and just replied.

“Is it really okay? Letting a guy you barely know see you in your underwear like this?”

“Hmm~ Well… you’re already looking at me again right now, aren’t you~? So what’s one more time gonna change? Unless Yoichi-kun can magically erase his memory or something… then it’d be different, I guess.”

Azusa said it in that soft, laid-back way while tapping her cheek with one finger.

I’d thought the same thing yesterday with Minase-senpai, but these girls were way too chill—actually, more like their sense of personal distance with guys was completely messed up.

I’d always pictured the three conglomerate heiresses as these delicate flowers raised in a fancy greenhouse, but maybe they were actually pretty experienced. At the very least, they seemed used to being around guys.

She didn’t even make a move toward the folded uniform sitting on the desk, so I let out a sigh and did one last check.

“…Okay, fine. I’m really gonna look now, alright? But please don’t go around later saying I tried to attack you or some made-up crap like that, okay?”
“Ehh~? Yoichi-kun, are you getting all worked up looking at my body and planning to jump me right now~? Kyaa~ Somebody help meee~”

With that same smirky face she always pulled, Azusa fake-blushed, hugged her own body all dramatically, and called for help in the flattest, most bored tone ever.

I panicked at her reaction, spun around on my heel right away, and—

“…! Ugh, fine, I’m definitely not looking!! And anyway! I’m not worked up at all!”

“Ahaha! Just kidding~! But if you actually were planning something, I’d have taken care of you right here before you could tell anybody~”

Uh, she just casually said something super scary while laughing…

Well, yeah, she had a point though. If Azusa seriously felt threatened, I probably wouldn’t even be standing here right now.

“…O-Okay… I’m turning around now, alright?”

“Sure, go ahead~ Oh, wait, now that I think about it… saying you don’t get turned on even when you’re looking at a girl’s underwear… isn’t that kinda harsh in its own way?”

“…Turning around now.”

She was rambling some nonsense, but I completely ignored it and turned back.

And the second I did, the sight hit me so hard I had to swallow hard.

Looking at Azusa Shiramine in her underwear properly… the more I stared, the more ridiculously sexy and yet somehow innocent she looked. No wonder she had the top spot among the guys at this school full of good-looking people.

Her long, soft wavy brown hair. And those same-color eyes sitting in big, adorable droopy lids that just screamed charm.

Every single part of her face screamed beautiful, no question, but the parts that got talked about the most were that tiny little mole right on the tear trough under her left eye… and these huge, one-of-a-kind breasts right in front of me now.

That mix of childlike face with adult-level sex appeal peeking through. A body that was pure temptation, totally at odds with the gentle, Kyoto-girl vibe she usually gave off.

Her kinda short height only made the whole erotic-yet-cute thing hit harder—enough to make you feel a little guilty just looking. I remember some guys in class saying that’s exactly why it worked so well. For the record, I never thought that.

I stood there frozen, completely at a loss for words after taking in how she looked, when Azusa waved one hand like “hellooo” and started humming.

“Hmm~? Yoichi-kun, are you totally mesmerized by me right now? See~? You did get worked up after all?”

“No, uh… I’m not worked up, but…”

“…But?”

“Um… I mean… I do think you’re beautiful…”

My honest thoughts just slipped out.

And yeah, Azusa Shiramine really was beautiful. But it wasn’t like complimenting her looks—it felt more like… looking at a piece of art or something.

But apparently that hit her the wrong way. She looked down a little and mumbled,

“B-Beautiful… you don’t have to say it so seriously like that…”

“Ah, no, wait! That’s not— I mean… like, in an inorganic way! (?)”

“Wh-What does that even mean… Whatever, just hurry up and answer the question already…”

“Question…? Oh right. Um…”

For a second I’d totally forgotten why we were even in this mess, but yeah—that’s what started it. Whether I could spot anything different about her.

I took a good look at Azusa from head to toe, then scanned the whole room.

That’s when it finally clicked what she meant by “look at the whole picture,” but the impatient heiress seemed to have run out of patience.

“H-Hurry up and say it! A-And by the way! If you get it wrong… I’m telling Rei-chan and Charlotte-chan that you saw me in my underwear!”

“Wha!? That’s not what we agreed on!?”

“I-It’s your fault, Yoichi-kun! You said weird stuff… so now I’ve changed my mind!”

She’d said so much random crap I didn’t even know which part she was mad about, but apparently I’d touched a nerve.

Even so, that felt way too unfair—but whatever. Didn’t matter. I’d already figured out the answer to her question.

I took one deep breath and said it all smug.

“The answer to your question… it’s that thing, right?”

I pointed while saying it.

What I was pointing at was her folded clothes on the desk—specifically, the white dress shirt.

“…That?”

Azusa tilted her head all fake-innocent while looking at the shirt.

She was probably acting like this ’cause she was annoyed I got it right. Yeah, I almost missed it myself.

“Yeah. The answer is… the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing inside today is different from yesterday’s… right?”

“…Huh?”

For some reason, even after I gave what I thought was the perfect answer, she just stood there looking totally blank. Great acting if it was fake… but it didn’t really feel like it.

“Wait, is that wrong…? ‘Cause yesterday it was the school-standard one, but today it looks like a custom-made one from outside, right?”

I figured explaining it this clearly would force her to admit it.

I mean, if it wasn’t that, I seriously couldn’t spot anything else. I could say for sure—nothing else had changed at all except the shirt.

I waited for her reaction with total confidence, but the face Azusa made was nothing like what I’d expected—

“N-No!! …I mean, you’re right, but… but that’s not it!! Yoichi-kun, you’re such a perv!!”

“Huh!?”

For some reason she blurted it out looking more embarrassed than I’d seen her all day. I’d already thought she was hard to read, but seriously—her emotions and thoughts were the most impossible to figure out.

“Wait, but… you just said I was right…!”

“That’s not the point!!”

“Uh… so… what was the answer then?”

Apparently there really was something else that had changed. If so, no way was I ever gonna guess it.

I reluctantly asked, and Azusa let out this tired sigh.

“Haa… The real answer is… I’ve gained two whole kilos since last time…”

—How the hell was I supposed to know that!?

I screamed it big time inside my head, then went over to the desk, grabbed her clothes, and basically shoved them at her to put on already.