I Reincarnated as a Mob Character in a Romcom Manga—After I Kept Comforting the Third “Fanservice” Heroine When She Got Dumped and Cried, I Feel Like She’s Started Directing Some Seriously Heavy Feelings at Me - Chapter 31 & 32

Chapter 31: The Fanservice Heroine Sharing Her Love

O–Ooooooh… ooooooh… this was bad…!!

Seriously bad…!!

My heart pounded like crazy, thump thump thump, beating so hard it felt like it might burst right out of my chest.

I was so nervous and excited that my diaphragm started twitching, and my whole body stiffened to the point I almost felt sick.

Then, right beside my ear, Chloe let out a soft laugh.

“Your heart’s going wild, Jeromiya. It feels like it’s about to explode. Also… aren’t you going to hug me back?”

My hands, frozen cold from tension, slowly clenched and unclenched, like I was rehabbing them.

Carefully, hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around her back.

Her body was unbelievably slender and delicate—my arms went all the way around her with ease.

As I desperately kept my eyes averted, Chloe—who had somehow grown strangely calm—whispered softly into my ear.

“So? Can you feel my love?”

“I-I can, I can…! I totally get it…!”

“Good. And… my I-cup—does it feel soft and nice?”

“D-Don’t ask that…! I-I can’t, I can’t answer that…!”

“Ahaha. You’re getting all stiff again, aren’t you? It’s fine—feel me more. You’re a very wholesome boy, after all…”

My heart showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.

Saying that, Chloe Mitsushima rubbed her cheek against mine.

At once, the sensation of her twin peaks pressing against my chest grew even stronger.

Ah—this was bad.

I was going to die. I was pretty sure I was going to die today.

A sharp ringing echoed in my ears, like some kind of high-pitched noise, and my head started to feel light as my pulse climbed way too high.

“Hey… has thirty seconds passed already? How many seconds do I have left to share my feelings with you, Jeromiya? I don’t mind staying like this. No—honestly, I want to stay like this with you. An hour… a day… a year… even a whole lifetime…”

Hearing her whisper something like that right by my ear, in that dreamy tone, made my thoughts feel like they were melting away.

Haah… haah…

No matter how much I tried to breathe, it felt like no air was getting in, and my vision slowly started to darken.

I desperately held myself back from tightening my arms around her too much, fighting the urge to pull her even closer.

And yet—

Amid all that dizzying excitement, there was also this strange sense of calm, like something deep inside me was finally being filled.

Focusing on that warmth—on why it felt so comforting—was the only reason I managed to keep my sanity intact at that moment.

That drowsy, almost sleep-inducing feeling—

The warmth coming off her skin, flowing into me through her body heat—big, gentle, lukewarm, and unbelievably comforting…

As I wondered what this feeling even was, just as I was about to reach some kind of answer—

She suddenly pulled away from me.

The instant she did, I felt a sharp sense of loss, like I’d been kicked straight out of paradise.

I blinked in confusion and stared at her.

She let out a short sigh, her cheeks faintly flushed, and gave me a shy smile.

“S-So… how was it, Jeromiya? Did you feel my love properly?”

“…I definitely felt your love, but honestly, I felt like my life was in danger even more. Seriously… you’re way too good at messing with a guy’s self-control.”

“Uhihihi. That’s my weapon—I make a living as a gravure queen, after all. If you ever want to feel my love again, just say the word, okay? Next time, we don’t have to stop at one minute.”

“N-No thanks! I’ll pass for now—seriously!”

Still paying close attention to my heart, which hadn’t calmed down at all, I instinctively backed off.

She laughed softly, then suddenly looked away, the tips of her ears turning red as she quietly muttered something under her breath.

“Ah—yeah, sorry. I probably can’t do that again for a while either. My self-control was way closer to the edge than I thought. If this hadn’t been at school… I probably would’ve done something way more dangerous.”

“W-What are you even saying!?”

“Ahaha, just kidding, just kidding. …Alright, I’ve delivered my love, and we’re already pretty late, so let’s eat our lunches. We’ve only got about twenty minutes left, so let’s do this express-style, okay?”

Saying that, Chloe finally pulled both her lunch and mine out of their wrapping.

Honestly, I wondered if food would even go down in my still-overheated state…

But she had already started eating without a hint of lingering excitement from earlier, and watching her made me feel kind of stupid for being the only one whose heart was still pounding like crazy.

I gave a small shake of my head and picked up my chopsticks.

Just then, Chloe—already stuffing her cheeks full of white rice—spoke up.

“Oh, and Jeromiya, come shopping with me on the way home today. I promised you, right? I’ll make you that omurice tomorrow.”

“Omurice.”

At that single word, my hand—just about to grab a piece of fried chicken—froze in midair.

“O-Oh right, I totally forgot…! S-So you’re really gonna make omurice for me at last!?”

“Mhm mhm. I’ll make a whole container full just for you. I’ll go all out and even add demi-glace sauce to make it feel a bit fancy, okay?”

“Woooah, d-demi-glace sauce…!! I’d heard rumors, but it actually exists…!”

“It absolutely exists. So, Jeromiya, after school today, let’s meet up at the school gate, alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’ll live today just looking forward to that! You have to make it, okay!?”

“Leave it to me. I’ll make the omurice with as much love as humanly possible.”

Twirling the tips of her chopsticks in front of me, Chloe gave me a slightly mischievous smile.

Omurice, huh.

There were plenty of memories of eating it in Reiji Jeromiya’s past, but ever since I’d regained my own sense of self, this would be my first time experiencing it.

In my previous life, all I’d ever eaten was bland, tasteless porridge at best.

Just thinking about something new filled my chest with excitement, and before I knew it, lunch break passed by in a lively blur.

However—

To jump straight to the conclusion, that promise we made then wouldn’t end up being kept.

At the time, I’d been completely wrapped up in the sweet, everyday moments with my favorite heroine, Chloe Mitsushima, and I’d let my guard down.

This world was, after all, a romantic-comedy manga world—

A place where things that would never happen in reality could happen without warning.

And that moment of carelessness…

I would later come to regret it more deeply than I ever wanted to.

Chapter 32: The Fanservice Heroine Gets Confessed To

After we finished eating our lunches and headed back to the shoe lockers—

“Huh?”

I heard a sound and turned around, just in time to see Chloe let out a huge sigh and pull a single envelope out of her shoe locker.

Seeing that, I couldn’t help blurting out a sound myself.

Even someone like me—who barely ever went to school in my previous life—could tell.

A pure white envelope.

Inside a shoe locker.

Yeah, nine times out of ten, that was what people called a love letter.

“Ah—again! There’s another one in here…! This makes four already since Yaohara turned me down…!”

“O-Oh…! So people really do put love letters in shoe lockers…! T-This is my first time seeing one!”

“Geez, if you’re that impressed, wanna take it? You can reject them for me as my substitute. Honestly… the moment I get rejected, they just keep lining up…”

If it were me, I’d be nervous no matter who it was from—but Chloe stared at the letter like it was something gross someone had smeared on her.

“Huh? What’s with that face? Don’t tell me you’re not happy about it?”

“Like hell I’d be happy. I’m already sick of getting love letters. Not to brag, but if I got ten yen every time a guy confessed to me, I could probably afford a 50-inch TV by now. …Ugh, what a pain—but I guess I should read it anyway.”

Saying that, she tucked her lunch bag under her arm, opened the envelope, and smoothly started reading the letter inside.

“‘After school at four o’clock, I’ll be waiting near the storage shed by the old club building.’ …Huh. What a weird place to choose.”

“The old building’s storage shed? That’s pretty far from the main school building. Why there?”

“Probably because he doesn’t want anyone to see him getting rejected. Sigh… my chest really is sinful in its own way. Truly devilish, these boobs…”

With that, Chloe grabbed her right boob with her right hand and gave it a rough squeeze, putting on a troubled-looking expression.

“Ugh—”

I quickly looked away, and she slipped the letter back into the envelope, stuffed it into her chest pocket, and looked at me.

“So, Jeromiya, sorry about this, but can you wait for me after school? I’ll reject him and come right back.”

“R-Right back…? Even if you’re rejecting him, at least pretend to think about it for a bit. If you brush him off too coldly, he might hold a grudge, you know?”

“What are you talking about? I have zero intention of being interested in anyone but you right now. I like you, Jeromiya.”

“Uh—”

I let out another small groan, my face heating up as I muttered a weak protest under my breath.

“H-Hey, don’t just casually say stuff like that…!”

“Oh? Want me to say even more? Jeromiya, I like you, I like you, I love you, I love you so much. These breasts are always welcome for you to grope as much as you want, suck as much as you want. And in the future, I want to marry you and have at least three kids—so? Can you tell I’m serious?”

“T-That’s exactly it…! Don’t say things like that so easily! I-I mean, yeah, hearing you say that does make me happy, but still…”

“Nfufu, nice and honest. …So, you’ll wait for me, right?”

“Ah, geez… fine, I get it. Just don’t reject him too harshly, okay? If he ends up holding a grudge, you’ll be the one in trouble.”

“Nfufu, roger that, my war buddy. Be a good boy and wait for me, alright?”

At my grumpy reply, Chloe broke into a bright smile.

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Side: Chloe

“Ugh, seriously… I don’t know who you are, but don’t make the person you’re about to confess to cross this ridiculously huge campus…! At that point, you’re basically guaranteeing you’ll get rejected…!”

Grumbling to myself, I walked through the wide, deserted garden of Seiran Academy.

Seiran Academy was a nationally famous private elite school, packed with kids from prestigious families and old noble lineages, so of course the campus itself was absurdly large.

On top of that, the old club building area was a gloomy zone filled with rundown buildings that had fallen into disuse due to age. Even current students almost never came here.

The fact that someone would deliberately choose a place like this for a confession meant one of two things:

Either they had absolutely no consideration for others, or they were some kind of weirdo who wanted to watch me get exhausted from all the walking.

Either way, while thinking that this was clearly not someone I’d ever want to date—or even be friends with—I finally arrived at the designated spot after about ten minutes.

“The storage shed by the old club building… this should be it, right?”

The warehouse, which probably used to store sports equipment for athletic clubs, looked completely beat-up at a glance.

The paint on its metal door was peeling off, with dark rust spreading everywhere.

The building itself was clearly ancient, with parts of the walls starting to crumble. No matter how generously you looked at it, this was not the kind of place you’d include in a sweet, bittersweet youth memory.

As a confession spot, it was about as bleak as it got.

There was no one around the warehouse.

Calling someone out to a place like this and not even arriving early to wait—what the hell?

Getting a little irritated, I looked around restlessly.

That was when—

Suddenly, a sharp prickle ran through my temple.

It was a presence I could only describe as killing intent.

I frowned.

When I looked over, a rough-looking male student with his uniform sloppily worn was slowly approaching from the side of the deserted club building.

“Hah—”

I shot a glance behind me, and sure enough, two more guys dressed the same way were coming closer, their vibe anything but friendly.

I quickly checked my surroundings.

Five guys in total were closing in on me from all sides, and before I knew it, I was completely surrounded.

…Ah, damn it.

I cursed the version of myself from a few hours ago for being way too much of an innocent, love-struck girl.

An old club building’s storage shed.

A confession spot picked in a place this remote—if I’d thought about it just a little, I should’ve noticed the bad intentions.

Those men’s clouded, lust-filled eyes made that malice painfully obvious.