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 65 & 66

Chapter 65: The Fanservice Heroine Who’ll Suffocate Me to Death

At that moment, as for me—

Even while I was stunned by how warm her body felt against my back, I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

So in the end, all I could do was stiffen up completely.

Behind me, I felt it clearly—Chloe pressing her ear to my back.

“…It’s true. Jeromiya’s heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst.”

“S-See? I told you. I’m really not used to this. Back in my previous life, this alone might’ve killed me…”

“You’ll be fine. You won’t die. You’ve got my love, after all.”

She tightened her arms around me.

And this is incredibly perverted to admit, but at the same time, I couldn’t help being painfully aware of the two enormous, soft mounds pressed firmly against my back.

Even though my condition was so unstable I could barely handle my war buddy’s affection—

My filthy senses were still functioning perfectly.

That pathetic fact almost made me want to cry.

“Kgh…” I groaned under my breath, lowering my face.

Still clinging to me from behind, the fanservice heroine spoke.

“Hmm? Jeromiya, why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

“W-What else am I supposed to do? Right now, I can’t even properly feel your love as my war buddy… and yet here I am thinking, ‘Wow, her boobs are really pressed against my back.’ There’s a limit to how low a guy can sink…”

“I’m the one pressing them against you because I want to. Why should you feel guilty?”

“I do feel guilty. In a situation like this, what kind of horny monkey am I? I’m starting to hate myself…”

“I see. Then I guess I’ll just have to love the Jeromiya who even hates himself.”

At that, Chloe’s hands slipped away from my stomach—

And both came to rest over the center of my chest.

The instant she touched me there, my heart began pounding even harder.

A wave of nausea and cold chills swept through my entire body.

The tension alone was enough to make me feel sick.

“My, my. Jeromiya’s heart is racing like crazy. When we hug normally, it’s never like this. So what in the world happened to you, I wonder?”

“H-Hey… don’t touch me like that. F-For real, I’m actually in danger here…!”

“Jeromiya~”

And then—

Her hands slid down.

Gently, as if searching, she found my right hand—

And intertwined her fingers with mine.

That was all.

Just that.

We had definitely done far more intense things before.

And yet—

Just having her lace her fingers through mine and hold my hand—

Sent the strongest shock I had ever felt tearing through my entire body.

“—!!”

Thud.

I felt it clearly—my heart clenched so hard it felt like it might rip apart.

The veins at my temples throbbed.

My blood pressure spiked in an instant.

I couldn’t say a single word.

I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately enduring what honestly felt like torture, all while worrying about the violent pounding inside my chest.

If I opened my mouth—

I seriously felt like my heart might leap straight out of it.

Was it just the usual one minute?

Or had it been far, far longer?

The moment Chloe finally pulled away from my back—

All the strength drained from my body at once.

A wave of exhaustion hit me so hard I nearly collapsed, and I gulped down breath after breath.

“…Wow. You really are struggling. Jeromiya, your face is drenched in sweat.”

“Ugh…! T-That was bad. I honestly thought I was going to die…”

“Ahaha, sorry, sorry. I guess that was too much stimulation for the current version of you.”

Her tone was light.

But there was something faintly lonely in that expression.

“But it’s kind of sad, you know. When we do our usual hugs, Jeromiya looks at me properly, and I can feel your love too. We can hug face-to-face. I know you don’t have that kind of room to spare right now… but still. I might be a little frustrated.”

“…Ugh.”

I groaned and lowered my head.

“I seriously wonder what’s wrong with me… Sorry. I’m such a pathetic war buddy, not even able to properly respond to your love…”

“Nn—not at all. Jeromiya, when you finally figure out what this pounding really means, make sure you tell me your love properly next time. Promise?”

So that meant—

Chloe understood the reason behind my completely abnormal state?

If I just asked her what was going on, I had a feeling she would answer immediately.

I truly felt like she would.

And yet…

For some reason, at the same time, I felt this strange fear—like I absolutely shouldn’t ask her that question.

I didn’t even know why.

In the end, instead of asking, I just looked at her with my eyes alone, almost as if begging for forgiveness.

Seeing me so completely at a loss, she lowered the corners of her brows and gave me an exasperated look.

“Well, whatever. That’s just the kind of boy Jeromiya is. You’re probably starving after getting that tense, right? Let’s eat our lunch.”

With an oddly brisk tone, she said that—

Then opened my lunch bag and handed me my bento.

Three weeks ago, my lunch had been in a plain plastic container.

Two weeks ago, it had been upgraded to a proper “man-sized” lunchbox.

“Since you’re my future husband, I want you eating from something nice,”

—that was the fanservice heroine’s reasoning.

Honestly, being treated this well made me feel a little guilty.

Someday, I would definitely repay her properly…

Thinking that, I opened the lid of my lunch.

Chloe had already started eating hers when she suddenly went, “Ah,” as if remembering something.

“By the way, Jeromiya. That martial arts master you asked me to introduce you to? It’s settled. They said yes.”

The sudden reminder of a request I had nearly forgotten made me freeze mid-air, my thick slice of tamagoyaki still raised in my chopsticks.

“Seriously? Thanks. Sorry for asking something that big.”

“It’s fine, war buddy. Master was actually pretty excited. Said if it’s someone I’m recommending, they’d be worth training. Oh—and Master will prepare your gi too.”

“O-Ohh, a gi…! So you really wear that kind of thing for this, huh. By the way, what martial art does this master teach? Judo? Karate? Aikido?”

“Nope. All of them.”

“…Huh?”

All of them?

What do you mean, all of them?

As I blinked in confusion, Chloe calmly stuffed a hamburg steak into her mouth and began explaining.

“My master’s a total martial arts maniac. They’ve mastered pretty much every fighting style in the world. Karate, judo, aikido—you name it. I learned all my basics from that master. So whatever martial art you want to try, Jeromiya, it’s fine. You’ve got the full lineup.”

“O-Ohh… There’s actually someone like that? Sounds like some Turtle Hermit-level legend. As expected of a manga world…”

“Hm? What do you mean, manga world?”

“Nothing. Forget it. So what kind of person is this master, anyway? I never properly asked.”

“Hmmm, what kind of person…”

Chloe swallowed her hamburg steak and thought for a moment.

Then she gave a slightly stiff smile.

“Why don’t you find out when you meet them? If you get too mentally prepared now, that might be a problem.”

“Eh? What’s with that face? I was picturing some calm, seasoned old guy with a dried-up master aura. Is it not like that?”

“I don’t know that reference, but… yeah. Something like that. Probably.”

Her answer felt strangely vague, almost like she was dodging the details.

That’s weird… she’s not usually this unclear.

Just as I was thinking that, she picked up a piece of fried chicken with her chopsticks and held it out in front of my mouth.

I didn’t hesitate and took a big bite.

In return, I offered her a meatball.

She went, “Ah,” then accepted it—

And munched on it adorably, chewing away.

“I’m going to start training with Master again too, since it’s been a while. Jeromiya, your lessons begin tomorrow after school, okay? Master will prepare everything you need, so you can just show up empty-handed.”

“Alright, tomorrow it is. I’ll train hard. I need to get strong enough so that if we ever have a married couple fight in the future, you won’t crack my jaw in half.”

“Fufu, a couple’s fight, huh? We get along this well even now. Do you really think we’d ever fight?”

“You say that, but what if I cheat on you someday?”

“In that case, I wouldn’t crack your jaw.”

The highlights vanished from her beautiful blue eyes.

“In that case, I’d stab you to death with a kitchen knife. Then I’d stab myself in the throat and die on top of you.”

Whoa. As expected of Chloe Mitsushima.

That’s heavy. Really heavy.

Judging from her tone and expression, she absolutely meant it.

I could only let out a wry smile.

“That sounds painful, so I’ll pass. At least show some mercy—if I’m going to die, let me suffocate in your chest instead. If I get to die buried in your boobs, I’ll have no regrets—”

“I’ll think about it.”

At that answer, Chloe and I burst out laughing at the same time.

Chapter 66: The Fanservice Heroine Introduces Me to Her Master

“‘Mixed Martial Arts Research Dojo — Invincible Academy’…?”

The next day, after school, Chloe brought me to a building in front of the station in the neighboring town.

Standing there, I stared up at the bold, absurdly dramatic sign and read it aloud, my mouth hanging open.

What is this?

Invincible? Seriously?

Who even names a place that?

It feels like something completely ridiculous just dropped straight into my life—.

While I stood there, eyes wide and fixed on the sign, Chloe let out an awkward little laugh.

“It looks intense, right? Master’s actually a mutual friend of my mom and dad. The outside feels a little shady, sure, but there are tons of students. And Master’s skills are the real deal, so don’t worry.”

“I-Is that so…? Um, Chloe.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Your master isn’t some calm, elderly martial arts sage type… but more like an over-the-top war general type, right? Like the kind of person where people say, ‘If there were ten of them, history would’ve turned out differently,’ that sort of legend?”

“There’s no legend like that. But I have heard that no matter what brutal battlefield they were sent to, they always came back alive. Back then, people called them the ‘Black Reaper,’ apparently.”

“…What do you mean battlefield!? What battlefield!? Wait—your master isn’t even Japanese!?”

“Well, that’s part of the fun. You’ll see soon enough. Today’s training is special—just the two of us. So relax a little, okay?”

Saying that, she confidently pushed open the dojo door and walked inside as if she owned the place.

Feeling slightly intimidated, I followed after her.

At the end of the hallway, a somewhat spacious lobby opened up—

And instantly, a thick smell hit me.

That heavy, sweat-soaked scent, like a room packed with old kendo uniforms.

“Huh, is Master on a break? Heeey, Master! Maaaster! I brought the war buddy I told you about on the phone—!!”

In the dimly lit dojo lobby, Chloe shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Master, Master! Where’d you go!? Don’t tell me you overdid it on the anabolic steroids again and you’re spacing out!? If you take too many steroids, even a guy can start growing boobs, you know! Heeey!!”

…Did she just casually say something completely insane?

I stood there, speechless.

And then—

Click.

I heard a door open behind me.

Just as I began to turn around, Chloe’s face lit up.

“Ah, there you are! Master!”

The moment I saw the enormous figure step out from that door—

For the first time in my life, I felt the word “terror” slam straight through my entire body.

“Hey, Miss Chloe. Long time no see—”

At the same time, a ridiculously deep, booming voice echoed through the lobby—thick English, heavy with an accent.

My eyes flew as wide as they possibly could as I stared at this so-called “master.”

What the hell is this monster?

He was easily over two meters tall.

The T-shirt and jeans he wore were stretched tight, straining from within as if the armor-like muscles underneath were about to burst through at any second.

Not a single strand of hair on his perfectly shaved, gleaming bald head.

A thick, rugged beard that practically radiated excessive testosterone.

His face shone with an oily sheen.

His ears weren’t just cauliflowered—they looked like someone had smashed a pot lid with a metal bat thirty times over.

His hands—easily twice the size of mine—were massive and rough, covered in brutal calluses.

And those gray eyes—

One glance told you instantly.

Not Asian.

Pure, unmistakable Western features.

What is this?

Shock hit me all over again.

Until a moment ago, I’d been expecting some calm, dried-up martial arts sage type.

Instead, standing before me was a walking fortress of muscle straight out of a fighting manga.

And wait—

Chloe Mitsushima’s martial arts master…

was a foreigner—?

“Jeromiya, let me introduce you! This is my master—Viktor Imantovich Malenkov! He’s Russian by blood but holds American citizenship!! He gets happy if you call him ‘Master’!!”

Viktor Imantovich Malenkov—

Even his name alone sounded intense enough to be unforgettable.

All I could do was stare up at the massive man—no, the giant—standing before me, completely at a loss for words.

So this is the guy applying to join the dojo—

That was the look he gave me.

With those gray eyes, he slowly looked me up and down, weighing my worth.

Then Master Malenkov—who might as well have been a walking tank—shifted his gaze to Chloe and muttered something in heavily accented English.

“Hm? What is it, Master? …Yeah, yeah, got it. Jeromiya, he says you must be the boy he heard about. He’s happy to meet you.”

Right.

Now that I think about it, Chloe Mitsushima had spent years overseas because of her father’s job at a major trading company.

In the original story, it was clearly stated that she understood English well.

Yes, that setting definitely existed.

But still—

So Master isn’t just non-Japanese…

He doesn’t speak Japanese at all?

“…Yeah, okay, got it. Jeromiya, Master says you’ve got talent. He can tell at a glance. If you train here, you’ll definitely become an amazing warrior.”

“O-Oh, is that so…? Thank you for the compliment, um… Master Malenkov.”

In moments like this, if the guy holds American citizenship, the proper greeting is probably a handshake.

Trying not to look terrified, I cautiously held out my right hand.

“Hmm,” He grunted—

And then grabbed it.

For a split second, I was certain there’d be a loud crack and my right hand would be permanently retired from ever solving a Rubik’s Cube again.

That didn’t happen.

But—

Creeeak.

I could feel the bones in my hand groaning under the pressure.

Cold sweat ran down my back.

After we somehow finished the bare minimum of introductions, Master Malenkov muttered something in English to Chloe.

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm,” she nodded.

“Got it. Jeromiya, Master wants to check your basic physical abilities and natural traits first, so we’ll start training right away.”

“O-Okay…”

“Here, this is your gi. The locker room’s over there. I’ll go change too while you’re getting ready.”

“O-Oh, sure.”

She explained everything briskly and handed me a brand-new, pure white gi.

I accepted it, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

I’d only ever worn something like this in school gym class.

And now we were jumping straight into real training?

Clutching the gi, I headed toward the back of the dim dojo, making my way to the men’s locker room.