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 6: [Boob Flashes] Gal Heiress Keeps Testing My Sanity

“Heyyy, Yoichi~ So like, why’d your fiancée dump youuu~?”

“Look… I’m seriously not the person to ask about that. If you’re that curious, just go ask Akari yourself.”

Forced into this shady club called the “Polishing Research Society” because I couldn’t say no to the pressure from all these conglomerate heiresses.

Today they said I could just head home without doing anything, so I was basically speed-walking outta there to escape… but nope, got caught at the shoe lockers by Minase-senpai again.

She invited me to walk home together, I couldn’t refuse, and that’s how we ended up here.

Inside the fancy chauffeured car owned by the Minase family, senpai’s sitting right next to me and just won’t stop grilling me about how Akari got stolen from me. And she looks way too happy about it.

Even though I didn’t have the tiniest bit of feelings for her, jeez… digging into someone else’s misery this gleefully… ugh, I really wish these mega-wealthy girls would find a different way to kill time.

“Anywayyy~ The guy from the branch family who stole your fiancée from you… he’s got that super cocky face, right?”

“Yeah, pretty much. And it’s not just his face that’s cocky.”

“Hmm~ So your fiancée’s taste in guys is pretty trash too, huh~? I mean, his personality’s whatever, but when it comes to looks, you’re way better, Yoichi.”

I let out a small, wry smile at senpai saying that with such a straight face.

I guess she’s trying to cheer me up, but it’s so off-target that it just ends up sounding sarcastic.

Sure, Ryuki’s got that arrogant look, but objectively his face isn’t bad at all. He definitely qualifies as handsome.

Compared to him, I’m… well, I’m not hot. Like, I’m literally the textbook definition of an introverted gloomy guy—messy unstyled black hair hanging over my eyes, glasses, the whole package.

I’ve never really cared about trying to look good, so comments like that don’t bother me, but saying I’m better-looking than Ryuki is just straight-up impossible.

“Haha, nah, I know Ryuki’s got the better face structure, so you don’t have to comfort me. Thanks for trying, though.”

I said it with a dry laugh.

Senpai tilted her head, looking puzzled.

Then she reached over with her left hand, took my glasses off, used her right hand to brush my long bangs up, stared right at my face for a few long seconds, and went,

“…Yup! Definitely Yoichi’s the hotter one!!”

She said it like it was the most obvious thing ever, zero hesitation.

“…! W-what’re you even…”

Hit by those pure, sparkling eyes, I accidentally got a little embarrassed.

She must’ve loved that reaction because Minase-senpai started kicking her feet like a kid going “Awww~! Yoichi’s blushing~!” and laughing super happily.

“I-I’m not blushing… s-stop it.”

“Ughhh, you’re so bad at being honest~! But that part’s cute too, y’know!”

Even though I kinda grumbled it, she somehow got even more cheerful and shot back.

Way too hyped, she casually kicked off both her loafers, flopped sideways, and plopped her head right onto my lap.

“W-what are you doing…?”

I was genuinely confused by the sudden weirdness, but she didn’t care and just looked up at me from my thighs.

“Hmm~? This position’s comfier. …Is it not okay?”

“…………Sigh. If I said it’s not okay, would you move?”

“Nope~! Not moving~!”

I tried anyway even though I knew it was hopeless, and yeah, she’s not budging.

No idea why she suddenly decided to lie down like that, but I’ve already given up trying to understand what conglomerate heiresses are thinking, so I just let her stay.

Senpai’s lying there on my lap, smiling all innocently.

Everyone usually sees her as this perfect, reliable big-sister type, so this feels kinda weird.

I ended up looking her over again, starting from the top.

First thing I notice is her neatly styled bob-length black hair that hits around her shoulders. The ends flip out a little, and you can catch a peek of pale pink underneath.

Dropping my eyes just a bit lower, her face is so perfect it doesn’t even need words.

Her makeup’s on the heavier side, and the black circle lenses make her already big eyes look even more dramatic. She’s already gorgeous naturally, and then this flawless makeup on top? It’s like giving a demon an extra weapon.

Then there’s the tiny earrings swaying a little with the car’s movement—and her very noticeable, bouncy, full chest.

Her dress shirt’s gotten loose, the top button’s undone, and through that gap, two soft, heavy mounds are peeking out, kinda defying gravity in the best way.

The moment I accidentally looked at a girl’s chest, guilt hit me hard and I tried to jerk my eyes away—but the angle was bad.

For just a second, I saw it.

…Black lace… bra?

The instant I realized, I panicked and flung my gaze somewhere random.

I desperately told myself inside my head that I didn’t see anything.

But there’s no way senpai missed that.

“Yoichiii… you were just staring at my boobs, weren’t you~?”

“Wha—! N-no!! I wasn’t looking!!”

“…Girls know way more than guys think about when you’re looking at our chests, y’know~?”

She’s got this teasing smirk, looking up at me through her lashes.

I could’ve just apologized honestly, but admitting it felt like it’d hurt my pride, so I tried to play it cool.

“I told you, I wasn’t looking.”