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 49 & 50

Chapter 49: The Fanservice Heroine Gets Suspicious

“C-Chloe. Seriously, let go already… We’re going to be late for afternoon class…!”

“What’s your problem~? You don’t like me clinging to you? I’m generously pressing my boobs against you like this, you know!”

Chloe Mitsushima shot back loudly, glaring up at me with half-lidded eyes as if she’d expected me to complain.

Even so, she made absolutely no move to release my left arm.

If anything, the arm hooked around mine tightened.

And the soft twin mounds squashed against me pressed in even harder.

The pressure alone was enough to make the blood stop flowing to my fingertips.

Was this really the kind of force a human chest was capable of producing?

“T-That’s exactly why I keep telling you not to say stuff like that in public! You sound like a total pervert!”

“Well whose fault is that? You’re the one who made me fall so hard I turned into a pervert for you, Jeromiya! This is all your fault! And don’t act innocent—you like me too, so you should be happy!!”

“Guh— I am happy! I am, okay!? …Jeez, seriously. The only thing that’s supposed to be heavy here is your boobs. Don’t make the mood heavy too. Even I can’t handle that sometimes.”

As if admitting defeat, I reached over and ruffled her hair.

She bared her teeth in a mischievous grin.

It was the kind of smile that could mean she was genuinely thrilled—

Or that her little scheme had worked perfectly.

After grinning like that for a few seconds, she pressed her head against my shoulder and began rubbing it back and forth, like a satisfied cat marking its territory.

“Jeromiyaaa, Jeromiya~! I love youuu!! Take this—my mark of love!!”

“Whoa!? H-Hey, what are you doing!? O-Oh come on, we’re not kids…!”

“I’m rubbing my pheromones all over you so no other females can come near! There~rub-rub~!!”

“Stop saying stupid stuff! God, what is wrong with you!? Please just walk properly already…!”

We kept walking like that, sounding exactly like an over-the-top lovey-dovey couple.

And then—

“Huh? Mitsushima? Jeromiya?”

Someone suddenly called out to us, and we both looked up at the same time.

Standing there was a male student, staring at us in surprise while crumpling an empty sweet-bread wrapper in his hand.

“Oh, Yaohara! What’s this, eating lunch alone today?”

As if there had never been any awkwardness from being rejected not long ago, Chloe called out to him cheerfully.

He nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Y-Yeah. Kana said she had something to take care of…”

“Ah, that was us. We were just having lunch with Nikaido-san.”

“Huh? You guys were with Kana? Why?”

“Ufufu, as her best friend, I was giving her a little advice. You know… about how to make some clueless childhood-friend finally notice her feelings.”

“Right~?”

Chloe beamed happily as she leaned in and peeked up at my face from below.

“O-Oi…!”

I tried to warn her, but Nayuta Yaohara stared at us in mild surprise—then gave a tired, complicated-looking smile.

Seeing that awkward expression, both of us tilted our heads.

“Hm? Yaohara, what’s with that face?”

“No, it’s just… Mitsushima, you got really close to Jeromiya in an insanely short time, huh? Honestly, you two look even more intimate than we ever were.”

“Huh? Well, obviously! I told you, didn’t I? I’m going to flirt like crazy with Jeromiya and make you regret ever dumping me!”

Right then, she increased the pressure of her twin mounds against my arm.

Squish.

The force doubled instantly, sending a jolt straight up my spine.

“Jeromiya and I are war buddies, you know! We ran off into the mountains together, ate snakes, drank muddy water, and launched full-on guerrilla warfare against you! So? Well, Yaohara!? Are you properly regretting rejecting me yet?!”

She snapped her finger out and pointed straight at Yaohara.

“Ahaha…”

Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, he strained smile deepened—

And then, suddenly, his gaze shifted toward me.

“Jeromiya.”

“O-Oh. Yeah? What is it?”

“You’re kind of amazing, you know that? I’ve never seen Mitsushima make a face like that before. I mean… this might sound arrogant coming from me, but even I’ve never seen her look like that.”

He muttered it quietly, then looked away, uncertain.

“It just feels… strange. I thought I knew pretty much everything about Mitsushima. But I guess I was wrong. I didn’t realize she could smile like that…”

Huh?

Even I felt there was something off about what he’d just said.

There was definitely something hidden between the lines.

Chloe and I glanced at each other for a split second before he continued, stumbling slightly over his words.

“It’s just… yeah, I can’t explain it well. This might sound weird, but… was Mitsushima always this cute? That’s what I ended up thinking.”

“Haaah!? What was that supposed to mean!? So you’re saying you didn’t think I was cute before!? That’s unbelievably rude—!”

“No, that’s not it.”

In that instant, Yaohara’s voice dropped lower, cutting off Chloe’s indignant protest.

She froze, her mouth snapping shut.

He glanced at her briefly—

Then gave another faint, bitter smile.

“It means… you actually look happy. Like, genuinely happy. I don’t think you ever made that kind of face at me—”

“Huh—?”

I sucked in a breath.

Chloe blinked, staring at Yaohara with a completely blank expression. After a few seconds, she turned toward me as if asking for an explanation.

But I was just as lost. I had no idea what to say.

Then—

“Haha…”

Yaohara let out a dry little laugh.

“Mitsushima.”

“E-Eh? What?”

“Sorry. Right now, I don’t think I regret rejecting you. Probably not. But—”

He paused there deliberately, letting the rest hang in the air.

“The only thing I do regret… is that before I turned you down, I never got to see that expression you just showed Jeromiya. As your best guy friend, that part stings a little.”

W-What is this guy even saying?

Even I was completely thrown off.

Chloe looked just as confused, clearly unsettled by his sudden shift in tone.

While both of us stood there trying to process his words,

Yaohara looked straight at me.

“Jeromiya.”

“O-Oh. Yeah?”

“Take care of Mitsushima for me.”

“Y-Yeah. Okay, Yaohara…”

“If you can make her look like that, then she’ll be fine. I’m counting on you. …Alright, I’m heading out.”

And just like that, Nayuta Yaohara turned on his heel and quickly walked away.

Leaving the two of us standing there, completely confused.

“…What was that about? He was saying all kinds of weird stuff, wasn’t he, Jeromiya?”

“Y-Yeah… What was he even trying to say?”

“Lately, doesn’t he act kind of distant whenever he sees us together? He wasn’t like that before.”

Chloe muttered that with a slightly annoyed look.

But I felt something else creeping in.

No way…

Was he seriously starting to regret rejecting Chloe Mitsushima?

“Was Mitsushima always this cute?”

He had clearly said that just now.

Which meant—

He had been drawn to the Chloe Mitsushima standing beside me, smiling so brightly.

Sure, rom-com protagonists are supposed to be indecisive by default. That’s practically their job.

But who starts saying things like that after they’ve already rejected someone?

Is there even a rom-com where the main guy suddenly says something like that after the fact?

No matter how much I thought about it, it made zero sense.

And with that restless, unsettled feeling in my chest, I could only stand there, unable to move.

“Eh, whatever. He’ll be fine even if we ignore him. Let’s go, Jeromiya.”

Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

Before I knew it, my arm was once again firmly sandwiched between those national-treasure-level breasts, and we started walking.

Then, out of nowhere, she spoke up.

“Oh right, Jeromiya. About that favor I mentioned earlier? I’ll ask you after school.”

“Huh? O-Oh. Okay.”

“It might be a little tough for you, so do your best, alright?”

“Yeah…”

She said it so casually, as if Nayuta Yaohara’s strange behavior just now hadn’t mattered at all.

But for some reason, my chest still felt unsettled.

No matter how much those huge boobs were pressed against my arm,

The uneasy feeling in my heart just wouldn’t go away.

Chapter 50: The Fanservice Heroine Starts Stripping

Classes ended, and it was finally after school.

As a proud member of the “go-home club,” I quietly packed up my things and prepared to leave.

Just as I finished, Chloe—who had already wrapped up her own preparations at lightning speed—walked straight over to my desk.

“Alright, school’s over. So, Jeromiya, about what I mentioned earlier—time to make good on that promise.”

The moment she smiled and spoke to me, I felt it.

The entire class’s attention snapped toward us all at once.

Chloe Mitsushima was one of the most famous students in the school. 

Between her beauty and that unbelievable figure, she was especially popular with the guys.

And here she was, smiling brightly at a background mob like me.

Of course the boys immediately started whispering.

“Hey… are those two actually dating like the rumors say?”

“No way. It’s Jeromiya, dude. The guy who never even talked to anyone before.”

“But Mitsushima looks insanely happy. That’s totally the face a girl makes when she’s with her boyfriend.”

“Didn’t she just get officially rejected by Yaohara from Class C the other day? She moved on that fast?”

“Seriously though, if she’s the gravure queen, couldn’t she aim higher? Why some gloomy loner like him…?”

“Damn it… how does that guy get to do whatever he wants with those boobs…? I’m so jealous I could die…”

Listening to all those jealous whispers from the guys in class, of course it felt awkward.

But more than that—

I couldn’t stop this ridiculous sense of superiority from bubbling up inside me.

What, jealous? Of course you are.

A girl this amazing is my war buddy, you know…

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from lifting.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. Give me a sec.”

When I answered Chloe so casually, the whispering around the classroom seemed to grow even louder.

Still riding that strange high, I finished packing, slung my school bag over my shoulder, and left the classroom with her.

As we walked side by side down the hallway, students from other classes kept turning around to stare at us.

Chloe already stood out enough on her own.

So when she walked next to someone as invisible as me—someone who normally blended into the background like a shadow—the contrast only became more obvious.

Man… this is way too much attention…

Just as I was starting to feel restless under all those stares,

Chloe suddenly leaned close, bringing her lips right next to my ear as she whispered softly.

“We’re really standing out, huh, Jeromiya?”

“Well, yeah. If a gloomy loner like me walks around with a girl like you, of course it’s going to attract attention.”

“Hey, isn’t that putting yourself down a bit too much? I want you, Jeromiya. I don’t want anyone else.”

“O-Oh… When you say it that directly, it’s kind of embarrassing…”

“Geez, don’t blush over something this small. You’re my war buddy, remember?”

She flashed a grin, her white teeth showing.

“And besides, I’m about to ask you for something way more embarrassing than this. If you’re already flustered now, you’re in trouble.”

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Secret.”

“Wait, where are we even going right now?”

“That’s a secret too.”

She brushed everything off with that single word.

For some reason, her cheeks looked slightly red as she said it.

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Cutting straight across the main building, we entered the old school wing that hardly anyone used anymore. 

Chloe stopped in front of a certain room.

“Alright. This should work.”

I looked up at the sign above the door.

“School History Compilation Room.”

That wasn’t a name you’d normally see in an ordinary school.

But Seiran Private Academy was one of the most prestigious schools in the country. 

Ever since it was founded in the Meiji era, it had supposedly produced countless politicians, elite bureaucrats, business leaders, and educators.

So this must have been the room where the academy’s proud history had been preserved.

The door looked old yet dignified, like it had stood there for decades. I couldn’t help widening my eyes.

“Alright, let’s go in.”

She said that briefly and stepped inside ahead of me.

I followed her in—

And the moment I did, I froze.

Tall bookshelves stood everywhere, like some ancient southern ruin made of paper instead of stone.

Documents were stacked in messy piles all over the floor, barely leaving enough space to walk.

Ahh, I see.

So the “favor” she mentioned must be organizing all this stuff.

I had no idea why the third fanservice heroine would suddenly care about school history, but judging by the sheer amount of materials here, this was going to be serious work.

“Whoa… that’s a mountain of books. Chloe, what exactly am I supposed to do here—”

Clack.

Behind me, I heard the crisp sound of the door’s inner lock turning.

“W-What, did some teacher ask you to organize all this stuff or something? Or are you looking for some specific information in this mountain of books?”

Instead of answering me, I heard a strange sound behind me.

Pop.

Pop.

Still not turning around, I kept talking.

“A-Ah, don’t tell me—you’re trying to uncover the academy’s Seven Mysteries or something? You do have that occult-maniac setting, after all. What, was there some incident in the past, and now you want to find out the identity of a student who turned into a ghost—”

Shrrrk.

The soft sound of fabric sliding echoed behind me.

“C-Chloe…?”

Why wasn’t she saying anything?

A chill ran down my spine.

Slowly, I turned around.

And the moment I did—

My brain completely shut down.

“—Alright. Preparation complete.”

Chloe had taken off the upper half of her uniform right there in the room.

She was standing in nothing but a thin, light-purple bra.

Right in front of me.

The sheer size of her chest wasn’t just “big.”

It went beyond that—

It was overwhelming.

A mass of soft flesh so excessive it felt almost illegal, barely restrained by that delicate strip of fabric.

I didn’t know why this was happening.

I didn’t know how it had escalated to this point.

All I knew was that I had just seen my precious war buddy in a state I was absolutely not prepared for.

My thoughts went completely blank.

I stumbled back instinctively—

And slammed into a bookshelf behind me.

“Y-Y-Yoooo… y-you…!? W-What the hell are you doing!?”

“…I told you, didn’t I? I was going to ask something only you could do. And you said you’d grant any request I made, remember?”

She lowered her gaze, her cheeks faintly flushed pink as she murmured those words.

“I like you, Jeromiya. …Because I like you, I want you to listen to my request. Okay?”

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