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 51 & 52

Chapter 51: The Fanservice Heroine Demands a “Purification”

A request.

In this situation, that word coming from Chloe Mitsushima’s mouth could only sound suspicious. My blood pressure shot through the roof.

W-Wait. In this kind of setup, does it actually go all the way? Is that even allowed? This is supposed to be a rom-com aimed at young guys, right? It’s not some late-night adults-only series!

My panic level kept climbing, so I quickly turned my face—and my eyes—away from her.

But Chloe stepped closer and gently touched my cheek.

“Jeromiya, Jeromiya, calm down. I’m not going to make you do anything you hate here…”

“N-No, no, no! I can’t trust that! There’s no way I can trust that!! Then why are you half-naked!?”

“No, that’s not it. Listen, Jeromiya… I didn’t really want to bring this up, but… two weeks ago, I almost got attacked by those thugs, remember?”

I froze.

Two weeks ago—

The attempted rape incident where I got dragged in trying to save her.

After that, every single thug she had beaten half to death ended up hospitalized. Once they were discharged, they were expelled at record speed and sent off to juvenile detention.

The academy publicly announced the incident and issued an apology.

I thought that meant everything had been settled.

But—

Chloe hesitated for a moment, then continued in a low voice.

“Back then… they grabbed my chest.”

“…Huh?”

For a split second, I accidentally looked at her again.

Bad idea.

The moment her half-dressed figure entered my sight, my blood pressure spiked all over again and I quickly turned away.

“They squeezed it hard enough to leave bruises. Like, really hard. The bruises only just faded recently. But even now… when I think about how those disgusting creeps touched me however they wanted… it still makes my skin crawl.”

She let out a quiet sigh, clearly frustrated.

“And so… I was thinking.”

She lifted her face and looked straight at me.

“If the person I love touches me properly—like a kind of purification, to overwrite it—then maybe I’ll feel a little better.”

“W-What are you even saying!?”

Chloe’s conclusion was so wildly out of left field that my face instantly felt like it was on fire.

Touch?

Touch what?

These massive boobs?

Who?

Me?

How?

Why—!?

A storm of question marks spun through my head, and my brain nearly shut down.

Right when I was about to short-circuit, she stepped even closer and said, “Please,” giving me an upward glance so cute it honestly felt borderline illegal.

“Please, please please please, Jeromiya. I hate that the first person who ever touched my chest was some trash like that. I want the first to be the person I love. Technically, they only grabbed me over my clothes, so—”

“S-So your solution is to strip!?”

I shot back desperately.

“W-What kind of logic is that!? This is school! Why would you think it makes sense to ask a guy like me to squeeze your boobs for a reason like that!? Are you out of your mind!? T-That kind of thing is supposed to happen step by step, after building up to it…!”

As I protested with everything I had, I caught a glimpse of her lowering head sadly.

Ah… good. Maybe she understood—

I glanced at her.

Sniff.

I heard the faint sound of her sniffling.

And my heart nearly stopped.

“…You didn’t have to say it like that. I really thought this through, you know…”

W-Whaaaat!?

She’s crying—!?

As I panicked, Chloe clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling.

And, in an extremely unfair twist, those massive boobs trembled along with them.

“I really wanted to give my first time to you, Jeromiya. Not some accident. Not some lucky pervert moment. I wanted the first person to touch me—on purpose—to be the one I love. And instead, it got stolen by those thugs. That makes me so, so sad…”

Heavy.

As expected of Chloe Mitsushima, her feelings were unbelievably heavy.

Sniff.

She wiped at her nose again, her voice shaking.

“I thought you’d understand. I thought you’d help me… But I guess not. You probably think I’m just some shameless girl using this as an excuse to act horny. Fine. Hate me if you want. In the end, we’re just ‘war buddies,’ right? That’s all we are…”

“A-Ah! Aaaah!! F-Fine, fine! I get it! I’ll do it! I’ll touch them, okay!? Just don’t cry!!”

At that point, I couldn’t care less about dignity or logic.

I shouted it out and grabbed her slender shoulders, shaking her lightly.

And of course—

The moment I did, those enormous mounds bounced up and down mercilessly.

“Okay, okay! That one was on me! If you’ve been thinking about it that seriously, then thank you! So don’t cry, alright!? I’ll do whatever you need until you’re satisfied! I promise!!”

It was absolutely not the kind of thing you’re supposed to say to comfort someone—

But when I blurted it out, Chloe Mitsushima looked at me with teary, reddened eyes and asked, “Really?”

I nodded so hard it felt like my head might fly off.

“Y-Yeah! I’ll do it! So cheer up already! Don’t cry! I’ll overwrite every disgusting memory those thugs left behind, got it! I’ll make you forget all of it!!”

At my bold declaration, she wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingertips.

“…I’m glad,” she murmured with a faint smile.

And that was when it hit me.

Between the flow of the moment, the heavy atmosphere, and the unstoppable weapon known as “a girl’s tears,”

I had just promised something absolutely insane.

Regret crept in—but it was too late now.

There was no backing out.

It was time to either sink or swim.

I let go of Chloe’s shoulders, took a slow, deep breath through my nose—

And, with full resolve, faced her half-dressed body head-on.

Whoa… this is on a completely different level from some gravure swimsuit photo. This is way too erotic.

I mean—huuuuuge. Forget melons, these are like giant watermelons. How do these even fit inside a school uniform on a daily basis?

Ninety-five centimeters, I-cup… wait, what does that even mean? If her underbust is sixty centimeters, that means they stick out thirty-five whole centimeters from her body!?

And that bra isn’t even fully containing them. A little flesh is spilling out at the sides.

The shoulder straps are digging into her skin, leaving faint red marks. Just how heavy are these things? How much do they bounce for that to happen?

And somehow, because they’re so firm, the surface almost looks glossy—like they’re shining.

The moment that thought crossed my mind—

A sharp, metallic smell hit the back of my nose.

Ah—!?

I slapped a hand over my nose.

“Eh—!? J-Jeromiya…!?”

“Aah, aah—nope, impossible! Just looking at them gives me a nosebleed, how am I supposed to touch them!? My heart only just got healthy again, it’s going to explode!! C-Chloe, w-what do I do…!?”

As expected in a rom-com world, it seemed the men in this universe had far weaker noses than real-life guys. The so-called “Kieselbach” here must be made of glass.

When I seriously asked for help, she crossed her arms and began thinking hard about a solution.

Wait—don’t do that. Don’t rest them on your folded arms like that. The way they’re squishing under their own weight is way too erotic.

I pulled some tissues out of my pocket, twisted one into a plug, and stuffed it into my right nostril while waiting.

Then—

“Ah!”

She suddenly looked like she’d come up with a brilliant idea.

“Got it! Just do it from behind!”

“Huuh—?”

“It’s because my boobs and my face are in your line of sight that it’s too stimulating! Jeromiya, if you stand behind me and squeeze them where you can’t see them, it’ll be less intense! That should be easier, right!?”

She proposed it with a bright, confident expression.

“O-Oh… yeah, that actually makes sense… Alright then, Chloe.”

“I know. Go ahead.”

She spun around and turned her back to me, leaning her body against mine as I stood in front of the bookshelf.

Okay… yeah. This should be a little easier—

That thought lasted exactly half a second.

Right under my nose, I caught the scent of citrus shampoo—

And mixed with it, her intensely feminine, dangerously sensual fragrance.

Ah—!?

I realized my fatal mistake.

I tried to step back on instinct, but the bookshelf behind me blocked any escape.

And at that exact moment—

Her skirt-covered, unbelievably huge ass pressed straight against my lower stomach.

Ah—this is bad.

This is bad in a completely different way—!!

Chapter 52: The Fanservice Heroine and Close Contact

T-This is bad—!!

I cursed myself for so easily going along with Chloe’s “from behind” idea.

If I stood pressed up behind her, that meant the crown of her head was right under my nose. And from there, that insanely sweet, unmistakably feminine scent drifted straight into me.

That scent—combined with the fact that I was a perfectly healthy young guy—

Meant that my “proof of manhood” reacted instantly.

And then, to make things worse—

Her officially announced ninety-three-centimeter hips pressed firmly against me.

“W-Wait…! Jeromiya, you’re all stiff again…!!”

Of course she noticed immediately. Chloe panicked.

“C-Chloe, this is kind of—!!”

“Aaah, at this point it doesn’t matter if you’re facing front or back! I’ll just ignore it, so hurry up and touch me!”

“I-Ignoring it isn’t that simple! For guys, it’s not something you can just ignore! A-At least let’s separate for a second—!”

“Just hurry up already! Someone might come in!!”

Suddenly, she pressed her entire body even closer against me.

Her bare skin sent warmth straight through my clothes.

My body reacted even more honestly than before—

And without going into too much detail… let’s just say I ended up completely “buried” against her ass.

“J-Jeromiya, you’re way too excited…! E-Even I’m getting embarrassed at this point…!!”

Even from behind, I could see her ears were bright red.

Naturally, I desperately tried to make her reconsider.

“C-Chloe, this is bad! We should stop! This has gone way past a dirty joke! If this somehow ends up on the club LINE chat, we’re done for!!”

“Dirty joke? What are you talking about!? I told you, it’s purification! Just hurry up and touch me! Once you do, it’ll be over!”

“If I touch you, it’s going to get even dirtier! The situation will only escalate! And if it’s already like this now, then i-if I touch you directly…!!”

“Ugh, this is going nowhere! Just hurry up and touch me already! You’ve gotten this worked up—at least act like a man!!”

—Act like a man.

When she said that with her face burning red, I couldn’t let her push any further. I couldn’t make her say anything worse than that.

Gulp.

I swallowed hard, gathered my resolve—

And made my decision.

“O-Okay… if you’re saying it like that, then I’ll brace myself. …You ready? I’m really going to touch you.”

“Y-Yeah…”

Chloe gave a small nod.

Inside my head I kept chanting, consensual, consensual, consensual—just to be absolutely sure—then slowly raised both hands.

I flexed my fingers, testing them like I was about to perform delicate surgery.

“…Alright. Here I go.”

“Mm. Jeromiya… come…”

In that instant, I squeezed my eyes shut tight—

And placed both hands on her chest.

“Mmhn…”

The moment I touched her, I felt a softness and warmth that didn’t seem real.

“O-Oh…”

I couldn’t even form proper words.

What is this?

What kind of softness is this?

Even through the slightly rough texture of her bra, I could tell.

So this—

This was the part that made Chloe Mitsushima the legendary fanservice heroine everyone talked about.

“…This is insane. I—I can’t even fully grab them…!”

The words slipped out before I could stop myself.

She let out a small laugh.

“What kind of dull comment is that? You already knew they were big, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, but…! Actually touching them feels completely different from what I imagined…!”

Without realizing it, I tightened my grip and lifted the heavy weight in my hands.

At that exact moment—

Her body jolted sharply.

“W-Wait, Jeromiya…! If you’re going to squeeze harder, at least warn me first…!”

“S-Sorry…! B-But I can’t really control it. Yeah, it’s definitely erotic, but more than that…!”

As my fingers continued exploring that unbelievable softness, Chloe’s breathing gradually grew heavier and louder.

Meanwhile, I felt the opposite happening to me.

Wrapped in her warmth and that bright, sweet scent of hers, my body began to relax instead. My thoughts started to blur.

“More than that… I don’t know how to explain it. It doesn’t just feel like I’m doing something lewd. It feels like I’m really… connecting with you. I mean, yeah, I’m excited, but more than that, it’s like… I’m getting sleepy…”

“J-Jeromiya? What are you suddenly saying…?”

Before she could finish, everything started to feel strangely unimportant.

I leaned forward and gently pressed my cheek against the back of her head.

“Wha—!?”

She panicked, but I barely noticed.

I breathed in again.

Citrus shampoo.

That rich, feminine scent.

And underneath it—

Something else. Something warm. Something unbelievably comforting.

That smell wrapped around me like a blanket.

The sense of safety deepened.

My eyelids grew heavier.

Just like the final moments of my previous life,

My clear consciousness slowly began to fade.

I see.

Right now… I’m probably the happiest I’ve ever been.

This strange rush I’m feeling—it’s definitely not just lust.

If it were, my heart wouldn’t have calmed down like this. Just a moment ago it was pounding wildly, but now it’s slow and steady. Quiet.

It’s something more primitive than desire.

Like I’ve regained a part of myself I lost long ago.

A deep sense of relief that almost makes me sleepy.

I never knew that touching someone—really touching them, without clothes or walls or emotional barriers in the way—could feel this comforting.

And especially—especially when that warmth belongs to the first woman I’ve ever truly fallen for in my life—

“H-Hey, that’s enough! We’re done! J-Jeromiya, back off…!”

“No.”

The childish answer slipped out before I could stop it.

“—!?”

Chloe’s eyes flew open in shock.

Ignoring her declaration that it was over, I leaned in closer, almost draping myself over her. I pressed my nose against her silver hair and breathed her in, as if I wanted to absorb every bit of her scent and warmth into my body.

“You smell really sweet… It’s such a nice scent. When I smell you, I get so sleepy… Maybe it’s because I feel safe when you’re next to me?”

“J-Jeromiya! What are you even saying anymore!? I-I’m seriously going to get mad!! We’re done squeezing my boobs already, okay!?”

No, no—I don’t want to let go.

I wanted to stay like this forever, skin against skin.

If I seriously asked for it, I knew she wouldn’t refuse me.

If that was the case, then maybe we could just melt together right here and become something else entirely.

Driven by that reckless urge, I tightened my grip on her chest even more.

“H-Hey, wait, seriously—! Ah—! Don’t squeeze that hard! If you press any more than that, I really—!! H-Hold on, wait—!!”

Her knees began to tremble. Her whole body was losing strength.

Cute.

So cute.

My war buddy—the cutest in the world.

There wasn’t even a shred of self-control left in my head.

Just as I was about to squeeze even harder—

“Ah—!”

A short, high-pitched cry escaped her.

Her body jolted violently, then suddenly went limp, collapsing back against me.

And for some reason, that sound snapped me back to my senses.

“Huh? Chloe…?”

Her ears were bright red, her body trembling.

“T-This is bad…!” she muttered in a shaking voice.

“What’s wrong?”

I tried to peek at her face from behind, but she quickly turned away—

And then she said something completely unexpected.

“M-M-Moron, Jeromiya. You were touching me in such a dirty way… T-That’s why… m-my nipples got hard…”

The words hit my ears—

And the meaning fully registered in my brain.

In that exact instant—

The fuse of my barely recovered sanity blew clean off.

Inside my head, it sounded like busted pipes exploding—gobobobobo—and the tissue I’d stuffed in my nose shot out like it had been blasted by water pressure.

“Ugh—!?”

I instinctively shoved her away and collapsed to the floor myself.

At the same time, blood burst from my nose with a dramatic shaaa! sound effect.

I writhed on the ground in agony.

“Uweehh…! U-Uwooooo—!! Gah—!! T-This is bad! This is really bad!! I-I’m going to die—bleed out and die…!!”

“J-Jeromiya!? Seriously!? You actually got so excited you’re in critical condition now!! W-What do we do!? Should I call an ambulance!?”

“No! No! I-I’ll… I’ll somehow manage it myself… urrgh…!!”

“You can manage that amount of blood by yourself!? T-There’s so much! At least let’s go to the infirmary—!”

“Uuugh… ‘We consider that Our Imperial Ancestors founded this nation on a broad and everlasting foundation, and deeply implanted virtue… Our subjects, ever united in loyalty and filial piety…’”

“T-The Imperial Rescript on Education!? Jeromiya! That’s your little sister’s thing! Is reciting that really going to fix this!? Jeromiya! Jeromiyaaa—!!”

After that, while staggering around like a zombie, I somehow managed to stop the bleeding.

By the time I finally regained control,

The after-school sky had already faded into a beautiful twilight.