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 53 & 54

Chapter 53: The Fanservice Heroine Makes You Aware of Her Sex Appeal

About an hour after that complete disaster, we somehow managed to stop the massive nosebleed and ended up sitting on a bench inside the academy grounds, taking a break.

I had survived. Barely.

But in true rom-com fashion, after losing that much blood, I felt dizzy from anemia. On top of that, the excitement of freely grabbing the fanservice heroine’s most fanservice parts had finally faded, leaving me in a half-spaced-out daze.

I sat there on the bench with a pale face, completely drained.

Just then, Chloe Mitsushima—who had gone to the nearby vending machine to buy drinks—returned.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Jeromiya. Here, Pocari.”

“Ah… thanks…”

“They always say you should drink fluids after donating blood, right? So I picked something that seems like it’ll absorb quickly.”

“…Sorry…”

“Can you open the cap yourself?”

“…Please.”

When I muttered that, she twisted open the Pocari and handed it to me.

I stretched out my sluggish right hand to take it—

And that was when I saw her, standing right beside me.

“Hm? Jeromiya, something wrong?”

—Huh? Was my war buddy always this cute?

I mean, yeah, she was one of the heroines in a rom-com world. Of course she was good-looking. I knew that.

But… didn’t she seem a little different today?

Her pale skin.

Those large eyes.

Her glossy lips, shining in a way that looked almost dangerously seductive.

Everything about her was exactly what a teenage guy would imagine in his dreams at least once.

And most of all—

Right beneath that face, quietly yet unmistakably asserting their presence, were those massive boobs—no, those demonic boobs.

Just a little while ago… I had grabbed those demonic boobs however I pleased—

The moment that thought crossed my mind, the little blood I had left rushed straight to my head.

Fwoosh.

My face burned bright red, and I instantly turned away from her.

“Hm? What happened, Jeromiya? Why are you turning away?”

“Nngh—! I-I can’t! I can’t look at you right now—!! C-Chloe, sorry, but can you just hand me the Pocari like this!?”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Here, just take it properly.”

“Nope, nope nope nope nope!! P-Please! There are… reasons I can’t look at you right now! J-Just—here…!”

Keeping my face turned away, I blindly raised my right hand.

“Honestly…”

Muttering that, she placed the bottle into my hand.

I managed a quick thanks before tilting it up and chugging nearly half the bottle in one go.

Then I let out a long, shaky breath.

“How is it? Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah. That was the most meaningful hydration of my life.”

“Oh? Well, that’s good.”

“What about you?”

“About what?”

“You know… about what we did earlier. Did it… work as purification?”

The moment I asked, I could tell—without even looking—that Chloe’s mood turned slightly heavy.

“Yeah, plenty. It was more than enough purification. But thanks to some pervy guy getting carried away, my boobs are still kind of throbbing.”

“…About that, um… sorry.”

“I mean, it did reassure me that Jeromiya is a normal guy and all, but honestly? You were a little scary back there.”

“Sorry about that too…”

“You were saying weird stuff, sniffing me nonstop, and you had that half-asleep look the whole time.”

“All I can say is I’m sorry…”

“Well, I’m the one who asked for the purification in the first place. And I like you, so I’ll let it slide. But if you’re going to touch me again, don’t go into that weird trance state, okay?”

“W-Wait, ‘again’? After all that, you’re planning to let me do the same thing in the future…!?”

“Obviously. When we finally end the war and become a normal couple someday, we’re going to do what couples do, right? Or is the man inside you already dead?”

“…I knew it, but you really are something else. I don’t feel even a shred of girlish embarrassment from you. As expected of the fanservice heroine who’s so open about sex.”

“I’m not ‘open about sex.’ I just don’t lie to the person I like.”

Speaking casually—yet with weight beneath her words—Chloe opened the Mitsuya Cider she’d bought for herself and took a sip.

“So? How was it?”

“H-How was what?”

“What do you mean, what? I’m talking about my boobs. You touched them, remember? So? Were they soft?”

“D-Don’t ask stuff like that…!”

I hurriedly tried to stop her, flustered.

“Normally, this is the kind of thing you pretend never happened! After things get awkward, you say it was just a moment of bad judgment and agree to forget it…!”

“Idiot. Who’s going to forget something like that? If I had that kind of maidenly modesty, I’d be out of business. This gravure queen let you grope her boobs for free, you know?”

With a sly, wicked grin, she scooted closer, pressing her hip against me.

Instantly, the scent I had shamelessly buried my face in earlier drifted into my still-blood-dried nose.

“Ugh…”

“You got to do whatever you wanted to my million-dollar, god-tier body, so the least you can do is give me your honest review. I don’t even allow this at photo shoots. Come on, spit it out!”

She placed her hand on my thigh and leaned in, her breath warm and eager.

W-Whoa, stop it! Stop right there! Are you trying to finish me off while I’m still half-dead!?

Like a turtle stretching its neck to escape danger, I leaned as far away from her as possible.

Then, bracing myself, I finally spoke.

“Well… um… how do I put it… it was very good. That’s all I can really say…”

“In what way was it good?”

“…They were soft.”

“And?”

“…They were heavy. Seriously heavy. My shoulders almost started aching just holding them.”

“Keep going.”

“…The firmness. The firmness was insane. My fingers barely sank in.”

As I answered while practically dying of embarrassment, she let out a satisfied little snort.

“Good. So? Think this’ll make you more aware of me from now on?”

How much more aware am I supposed to be—!?

I turned toward her to protest—

And found her ridiculously cute, smug grin far closer than I expected.

The moment I saw that face, my heart started pounding wildly.

I hurriedly looked away, but she wrapped an arm around my shoulder and poked my cheek with her finger, laughing.

“Oh? That’s some serious damage there, Jeromiya-kun. Are you already too embarrassed to even look at me?”

“S-Shut up…! You were just way closer than I thought, that’s all…!!”

“Good, good. Everything’s going according to plan. You’re getting properly conditioned. Make sure you stay very, very aware of me, okay? So aware that no matter how much other girls try to tempt you, you won’t waver…”

“L-Like I keep saying, there aren’t any girls who’d fall for a guy like me except you…!”

“Fufufu. Then you really do need to stay even more aware of me, don’t you? To the point where, someday, if I’m not by your side, your body starts feeling strange without me.”

Saying something that sounded unbelievably sweet and slightly terrifying at the same time, she finally removed her arm from my shoulder and clapped her hands lightly.

“Alright then. With that, my request is officially complete. So, Jeromiya—what’s the favor you wanted to ask me?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me. You were the one who said you had something to ask me in the first place.”

“Ah—r-right… I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. So? What is it? I already let you grope my boobs, so what now? Want me to sandwich you between them? Or suffocate you with them!?”

“L-Like I said, I’m not asking for something that dirty! I’m not you…! The favor I meant is…”

Okay, fine. If she had actually agreed, maybe I would’ve asked for something like that.

I quickly kicked that sinful version of myself out of my head before it could say something I’d regret.

Then I looked at her and made my actual request.

“I want you to introduce me to your martial arts master.”

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Chapter 54: My Little Sister Is Way Too Weird

“I’m home…”

I cautiously stepped inside and called out to my little sister, who was probably already back.

From deeper inside the house, I heard chanting.

“Rin, pyō, tō, sha, kai, jin, retsu, zai, zen… Rin, pyō, tō, sha, kai, jin, retsu, zai, zen…”

And then Eru appeared.

Ah. So it was occult-fashion day again.

Still in her school uniform, she had a headband tied around her forehead with a Buddhist altar candle stuck into it. A large set of prayer beads—no clue where she even got those—clacked loudly as she walked.

Adorable, yes.

But also deeply, deeply strange.

“Rin, pyō, tō, sha, kai, jin, retsu, zai, zen… Katsu!!”

“…Hey, can you please drop the bad mood already? It’s been two whole weeks since I got out of the hospital and you’ve been doing this nonstop. What exactly are you trying to exorcise from me?”

“Obviously, I’m trying to drive out the demoness that has possessed you, Onii-sama.”

She answered without hesitation, then dramatically covered her face with her hand and let out an exaggerated wail.

“Oh, how tragic, Onii-sama! To think you would form ties with such a succubus-like woman of all people…! Why her? Why must it be that woman? If she were at least modest and normal, I would have gracefully stepped aside…!”

“Step aside from what? You’re my little sister. And it’s not like I’m possessed by Chloe or anything. We’re just normal friends, okay…?”

As I tried to calmly explain our relationship, Eru stepped closer in quick, light steps.

Then she reached toward my shoulder—

Pinched something between her fingers—

And slowly pulled it away.

A single strand of silver hair slid off my uniform.

She held it up in front of my face.

“Ah—!”

“‘Just normal friends,’ you say…? Then why is there this very distinctive silver hair on your uniform, Onii-sama? And what appears to be foundation marks as well? I would like a convincing explanation.”

“I—I…! T-That’s just, um… it probably stuck there by accident…!”

“Spare me the painful excuses. You’re already a hopelessly gloomy introvert, Onii-sama. Even I, as your little sister, have no intention of seriously sabotaging your love life.”

Eru placed a hand on her hip and let out an exaggerated sigh loud enough for the entire house to hear.

“But listen, Onii-sama. Your partner is Chloe Mitsushima. Not just famous at school—she’s known nationwide. A gravure idol. A rising celebrity. If anyone other than me were to see you two acting all lovey-dovey on a hospital bed, do you realize what would happen? It wouldn’t just hurt you. It could damage Chloe-san’s career too.”

“…I know.”

“No matter how carried away you get, you must not act recklessly. That’s why I’m trying to cleanse you of your impure thoughts like this.”

“Impure thoughts”…

For someone who had been completely ruled by those very “impure thoughts” just a few hours ago and done something insane because of them, that phrase hit far too hard.

My face twisted.

Meanwhile, Eru muttered “namu namu…” under her breath and rubbed her prayer beads together with loud clacking sounds.

“Namamugi daizu nishō gogō, namamugi daizu nishō gogō… Please, cleanse and purify the lust that has taken control of this hopelessly gloomy and overly lovestruck brother’s mind. And above all, protect him from ever becoming involved in an unwanted pregnancy…”

“Ahhh, enough already! What do you mean ‘unwanted pregnancy’!? I’m done with this! I’m tired and I’m not arguing anymore!!”

I stormed into the house.

With a soft sigh, my sister followed me into the living room.

“That hit a little too close to home, didn’t it?”

“S-Shut up.”

“Hm. I never imagined Onii-sama was that aggressive. To think you’ve already progressed to fully enjoying those enormous boobs on school grounds. As expected of a succubus—she’s quite skilled at ensnaring men…”

“Nothing happened! Nothing happened, okay!? Drop it already! And you—take off that creepy outfit!”

Well… something absolutely did happen.

I shoved that guilty thought deep into a corner of my mind and snapped at her.

Finally, Eru removed the headband and candle from her forehead.

“Well, from my side, I should at least thank Chloe-san. She’s basically covering your entire lunch budget these days. But Onii-sama, it’s not good to let her treat you all the time. You should think about how to repay her properly soon, okay?”

“Y-Yeah. You’re right. It’s kind of unsettling when you suddenly start talking like a normal, sensible person…”

“And one more thing. If you’re going to be out late with Chloe-san, let me know ahead of time. Especially if you won’t need dinner. That’s important.”

“R-Right. Actually, about that…”

I turned to face my little sister.

“Onii-chan might start coming home later more often from now on. I’ll probably still eat dinner here, so can you just wrap it up and leave it for me?”

“Huh? Did something come up?”

“Yeah. Actually… I’m thinking of learning martial arts from Chloe.”

“Martial arts?”

The moment I said that, Eru’s eyes widened.

Then she gave an exaggerated shrug, her whole expression screaming are you serious?

“Uwaa… there it is. It’s happening. Onii-sama, that’s such a classic gloomy-introvert move.”

“H-Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? What do you mean ‘classic gloomy-introvert move’?”

“Martial arts, huh… Let me guess—‘for self-defense’? The whole carrying-around-a-multi-tool phase should’ve ended in middle school. But now you want to train in martial arts? Ouch. Onii-sama, honestly? That’s kind of cringe.”

“Wha—!? What did you just say!? There’s nothing wrong with exercising! And I’m trying to get stronger, okay!? That’s a good thing!”

“Fighting isn’t the only thing that makes a person strong.”

One sharp line.

One painfully accurate line.

My sister cut me down without mercy.

“Don’t tell me at your age you’re still dreaming about Shoryukens and Kamehamehas? Wow. That’s some early-Heisei-era otaku energy. I almost feel sorry for you, dear brother…”

“T-That’s cruel! I can’t believe that’s coming from my own flesh-and-blood sister! There’s nothing wrong with learning martial arts! Think of it as… as a substitute for club activities!!”

“Haah. If you’re this desperate to defend yourself, then I suppose it’s not just some embarrassing fantasy. Fine, I’ll hear you out. Onii-sama, why did you suddenly decide you want to learn martial arts?”

She gave off a very clear I’m only asking out of obligation vibe.

I nodded.

Then I began explaining why someone like me—a certified gloomy loner—had suddenly started thinking about learning martial arts.