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 19

Chapter 19: [Seduction Tactics] I Seriously Got Pinned Down by Breasts That Felt Way Heavier and Sounded Totally Different…

As expected, Tachibana’s gameplay was seriously strong too.

About the same level as Shiramine in the first match—or maybe just a tiny bit above her.

Her fundamentals were clean. She watched my attacks carefully, adjusted on the fly, and built her chains while staying super solid. You could really see her serious personality shining through in how she played.

The early game was pretty even. We both attacked at about the same pace, no real mistakes on either side.

What made it a little tougher than facing Shiramine earlier was that Tachibana kept changing her strategy based on what my board looked like—she was pulling off some pretty advanced stuff.

—But no way I’m losing to this.

My board was getting closer and closer to completion, enough that I could feel pretty confident about it.

Just a few more moves. Once I placed the trigger piece, I’d take full control.

Except—precisely because of that. A clear, nagging sense of wrongness took over my brain.

…They’re being way too slow.

Shiramine’s confidence earlier. Minase-senpai’s smirking face.

Their expressions had screamed louder than words: “We’re about to pull something on you right now.” But nothing had happened yet.

I couldn’t help it—I flicked my eyes just slightly backward.

There they were, still standing right behind me. The two young ladies looked oddly quiet.

…This is kinda creepy, actually.

Right as that thought crossed my mind—

Shiramine noticed my glance first. She closed in fast, like she was about to full-on hug me from behind—

—pomnyu.

“…Pomnyu?”

Some dumb-sounding noise came from my right shoulder. My brain completely froze for a second.

…Wait, hold on. Where the hell did that sound even come from?

The situation made zero sense. Figuring out the puzzle suddenly took a backseat to whatever this was.

But they weren’t about to give me time to think. Almost immediately, a heavy, solid weight settled onto my left shoulder too—

—pumnyu.

“…………”

Second time—maybe? A slightly different sound effect rang out again, and I swear I heard it clear as day.

Four soft, warm, extremely assertive somethings pressing down on both my shoulders. I wasn’t so dense that I couldn’t figure out what they were.

“W-What are you two even—!”

“—Come on, Yoichi-kun. Focus on the game right in front of you, okay? Or… is this side more interesting?”

I tried to call out the two heiresses who had clearly lost their minds, but Shiramine cut me off with a soft chuckle.

Wait… is physical contact even allowed in the I Love You game…?

I was about to voice that totally obvious question when Minase-senpai spoke up next, stopping me.

“Heyyy, Yoichiii. So… what do you think the things touching your shoulders right now actually are??”

“I-I don’t know…! And what kind of dirty tactic is this anyway!? This is totally cheating, isn’t it!?”

“These…? Yoichi, wait—are you seriously pretending not to know even though you’ve already figured it out? Geez, such a closet perv~”

“No, I seriously don’t know!? What I’m saying is that touching like this is cheating!!”

I frantically denied the totally wrong label she’d slapped on me.

But the other assassin, watching the whole thing, deliberately leaned in close enough that her lips brushed my ear. She spoke with a playful little breath.

“Yoichi-kun… you really don’t know what these are?”

“I-I don’t know… except that you two are totally cheating…”

“Hmm~? Okay then. Since you’re a boy, Yoichi-kun, lemme teach you. These… are called boobs, y’know?”

“…!”

This girl… just said it straight-up…

Finally, it clicked completely.

These two were dead set on winning no matter what it took. They had zero hesitation about using any method that might give them even the tiniest edge.

I already knew they hated losing, but… I didn’t think it’d go this far…

I forced the panic down with sheer willpower, but mistakes were already starting to creep into my play.

Just to be clear—this wasn’t because I was happy about it or anything like that. I was straight-up horrified that they were pressing their chests against a guy they barely knew. Seriously.

But of course, these refined, ladylike perverts weren’t about to let my reaction slide. They leaned in even harder, putting more weight on me as they pressed the attack.

“Come on, come on~ Yoichi-kun… your fingers are slowing down, y’know?”

“Yeahhh, Yoichi? If you don’t focus, you’re gonna lose to Charlotte-chan~”

Even as they teased, their assault didn’t let up at all.

Their full, marshmallow-soft breasts bounced and jiggled against my shoulders with every little movement. The sensation yanked at my brain—I was nowhere near focused enough to keep building puzzles.

What would’ve been a dream scenario for most guys at school felt like absolute hell for me. If I lost now, they’d probably see me as “that kind of guy” for a long time.

—Damn it! My pride can’t handle that!!

I started feeling this weird fear toward the things reshaping themselves against my shoulders.

I clenched my back teeth hard, forcing the thread of reason to hold.

By the time I noticed, the match against Tachibana—which had been going so well for me—had completely flipped. I was the one on the ropes now, like a different player had taken over.

Wait—hold on. I’m actually about to lose.

While I was stuck in ridiculous thoughts, she ignored all of it and steadily built her path to victory.

The gap in focus was obvious. If I’d kept playing along with the perverts’ little show for just a few more seconds, I would’ve been done for.

I bit down harder—right in the center of my tongue this time—hard enough that it actually hurt.

A faint metallic taste spread, but that was fine. The sharp pain dragged my mind back by force.

In that instant, my sluggish fingers from before turned into a lie. They started moving like they had a mind of their own.

Years of muscle memory locked in perfectly with the speed my brain could process.

“…Shaa!”

By the time the pain in my tongue and the ache in my fingers registered again—

The match against Tachibana was over. I’d somehow pulled out the win, and a short victory shout escaped me.

The clubroom air froze for a second at the sound.

“…Huh?”

Tachibana’s confused murmur was the only thing breaking the silence—she clearly had no idea what just happened.

Right after, the two still pressing their chests against my back sucked in sharp breaths.

“Wait, Yoichi… you came back from there?”

“No way…?”

Their stunned voices hit at the same time the weight finally lifted off my shoulders.

Freed from both the mental and physical pressure, I slumped back against the chair and let out a huge breath.

“…! Haa…!”

My lungs hurt. My fingers hurt. And yeah, my tongue hurt too.

Why the hell did a simple game session turn into this nightmare?

All kinds of complaints bubbled up, but whatever—I won. For now, that fact alone was enough.

I snuck a glance at Tachibana’s profile. She looked visibly frustrated, biting down hard on her lower lip.

But she quickly fixed her expression.

“…I admit defeat.”

She bowed deeply—maybe a little too politely.

Her clean acceptance and seriousness made a wry smile slip out of me.

“…You were seriously strong. Like, really.”

My face felt stiff as I said it.

Even with the interference, getting pushed this far didn’t happen often. It’d been a while since a game made me break into a cold sweat.

We could’ve talked about the match and swapped thoughts right then, but more than that, there were two people I absolutely needed to complain to first—

“So… Minase-senpai and Shiramine… what the hell was that? You didn’t even say ‘I love you’ once. That’s not even playing the game…”

I remembered it clearly. During the whole match against Tachibana, neither of them had said the actual words even one time.

That was a straight-up rule violation.

But when I pointed it out, the two of them didn’t seem to care at all. Instead, they turned accusing looks on me.

“Yoichi-kun… as a guy, don’t you think that’s kinda sad…?”

“Yeah, seriously? Yoichi, you’re holding yourself back with way too much self-control. It’s honestly worrying for your future…”

Shiramine and Minase-senpai spoke one after the other, faces pulled back in obvious disbelief, throwing totally unfair accusations my way.

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting from the sheer nonsense of their blame-shifting. My head tilted dramatically to the side—

…Yeah.

Why the hell am I the one getting scolded here?