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 67 & 68

Chapter 67: The Fanservice Heroine’s Lucky Pervert Moment

After somehow managing to change into the gi, I walked down the dim hallway of the dojo.

Back when I had that severe heart condition and could barely count on seeing the next day, I never imagined I’d end up learning martial arts.

Sure, getting beaten up by those thugs the other day had left a bit of trauma…

But still.

I never thought a feeling like I want to get stronger would ever grow inside me.

Right now, I was lucky enough to have a healthy body.

And yet, just going back and forth between home and school without doing anything else—

I hated that.

Back when I was alive before, my life goal had been something as simple as running around until I was out of breath.

Now that I finally had a body capable of doing that…

Letting it waste away would feel like a crime.

If possible, I wanted to at least tighten up this lazy body and turn it into something useful for when the time came.

No one could really blame me for that.

With that small bit of determination in my chest, I walked down the hallway and opened the door leading to the lobby where Master Malenkov had been.

Click.

As the door opened—

I saw someone standing there with their back turned to me, doing something while half-naked.

For a few seconds, I just stared in shock.

The person inside had their upper body completely bare.

Beside them on the sofa—

A gigantic bra had been tossed aside.

And right now, they were desperately wrapping a long cloth around their overly large chest, trying to bind it down.

“—Hnng! Hnnngh…!! …Ugh, seriously, at times like this these things are nothing but lumps of useless fat…! Just flatten already, flatten—!!”

—And there it was.

The classic rom-com cliché.

The legendary lucky pervert moment.

In this modern era, where that kind of outdated trope should’ve died out long ago, I never imagined I’d personally become the victim of one.

Completely caught off guard, I silently cursed my own carelessness.

And right then—

Maybe she sensed someone behind her, because Chloe turned around.

“Hnnngh… grrr…! …Hm? Oh, it’s Jeromiya. You finished changing already?”

“Whaaa—!?”

I let out a ridiculous scream and instantly covered my eyes with both hands.

“Oh,” she said, suddenly realizing something.

“Ah, right. This dojo doesn’t have a women’s locker room. So I usually just change wherever. Sorry, sorry—today you were here.”

“That’s not the point! Don’t strip half-naked and start wrapping cloth around your chest in the lobby where anyone could walk in! C-Come on, have at least a little sense of danger and embarrassment! Now I’ve become the victim of the most basic lucky-pervert scene ever…!”

“What are you complaining about? I’m not naked. I’m properly wrapped up. It’s basically the same as wearing a swimsuit. …So, Jeromiya? Doesn’t it look kind of sexy? Like a female swordsman from a period drama?”

With that, Chloe suddenly leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees.

Chu.

She even made a little kissing sound with her lips while showing off the squashed valley of her chest toward me.

As expected of an active high school gravure idol—poses like that came naturally to her. Even with her chest flattened by the cloth, it was still ridiculously sexy—

No, wait. That’s not the point.

“N-Nope, nope, nope, nope! Impossible! I can’t look straight at that! P-Please just hurry up and put your clothes on…!”

Yeah, no. This is impossible.

Whenever this girl enters my field of vision—whenever she’s nearby—my heart just goes completely wild.

Honestly, for someone like me who once had a severe heart condition and serious trauma because of it, this heroine is bad for my heart in two completely different ways.

At my desperate plea, Chloe Mitsushima clicked her tongue.

“Tch. What a boring guy. Not even worth stripping for…”

She muttered something incomprehensible like that while rustling around and putting her clothes on.

Only then did I finally feel relieved.

“…Alright. Ready.”

Unlike me, who was still awkwardly stuffed into a brand-new gi, Chloe’s gi looked heavily worn and slightly darkened with use.

It carried the presence of someone who had spent years training in martial arts.

Seeing this new side of Chloe Mitsushima—neither her school uniform nor her swimsuit—

For some reason, my heart started acting up again.

And I found myself quietly turning my eyes away a little.

“Hm? What’s with that face? Jeromiya, your heart’s racing again?”

“S-Shut up…! It’s not like I can help it! I don’t even know why it’s happening myself…!”

“Hmmm… yours really is a pretty serious case, Jeromiya. Well, considering your previous life, I guess it makes sense you’d panic more than usual. But you’ve got a healthy body now, so don’t you think you’re worrying a little too much?”

“I-I know that in my head… but trauma doesn’t disappear that easily…”

“Trauma, huh… Well, the Jeromiya from your previous life did die while his heart was pounding like crazy, right? So I guess it’s understandable.”

I felt a little guilty having her be so understanding about this.

But when it came to my heart, there was no way to train it or control it like a muscle.

While I was struggling with these strange changes in myself—

A huge figure suddenly appeared from deeper inside the dojo.

It was Biscuit Oliva—no, Master Malenkov—ducking slightly as he walked into the lobby.

His gi was worn out and frayed from countless matches.

Combined with his massive, muscle-packed body, he gave off an intimidating presence that made it hard to even approach him.

“Whoa…”

I shrank back a little under the sheer pressure of his presence.

Master Malenkov said something quietly to Chloe.

“…Mm-hmm, got it. Jeromiya, Master says if you’re ready, let’s head to the training hall.”

“Y-Yes. Please take care of me…”

When I bowed my head, Master Malenkov simply grunted, “Hm,” and started walking forward with heavy steps.

Chloe and I followed behind him.

Past the narrow hallway connected to the lobby, a dojo opened up before us—its entire floor covered in blue mats.

Master Malenkov walked calmly to the center and then looked down at me with those gray eyes.

“Jeromiya, I explained this earlier, but this dojo studies all kinds of martial arts from around the world—Eastern, Western, everything. First, Master observes each student’s natural ability and personality. Then he teaches the martial art that suits them best. So until we figure out your aptitude, it might be a little rough. But do your best, okay?”

“Aptitude, huh… I’ve never really done any sports before. Do I even have something like that?”

“Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. In my case, I’m the type who can handle pretty much anything, so Master trained me in all sorts of things.”

As expected of a celebrity-type heroine.

Her natural potential was clearly on a completely different level from normal people.

While I was quietly admiring just how capable Chloe Mitsushima was, Master Malenkov muttered something.

“Hm? What is it, Master? …Okay, okay, got it. Jeromiya, Master says that to check your basic abilities first, you should try sparring with me.”

Sparring with her.

The moment I heard that, my eyes flew wide open in panic.

There’s no way—that’s insane.

“W-Wait, what!? A match already!? I haven’t even learned basic things like how to fall safely! Isn’t that a little… reckless!?”

“Our dojo’s motto is always train for real fights. If you’ve never been punched, you won’t understand how much it hurts. And if you don’t understand that, you won’t learn how to dodge either. More importantly, the fastest way to see someone’s natural aptitude is to throw them straight into a real match. Makes sense, right?”

“N-No, it doesn’t! The best I can say is ‘I guess… maybe?’!”

“It’ll be fine. I’m not going to beat up Jeromiya while you have no idea what you’re doing. …Come now, relax, darling. I’ll guide you properly, step by step.”

With that, Chloe placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me with a strangely heated gaze.

Damn it… you act like you’ve got tons of experience with lines like that, even though you probably don’t!

Feeling a strange mix of irritation and intense excitement, I nervously stepped into the center of the circle drawn on the mats.

Once I stood in the middle, Chloe stepped forward to face me and tightened her belt.

“Alright, Jeromiya. Ready for this?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Okay then. Master, give the signal.”

I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do.

Still, I lowered my stance slightly, tightened every muscle in my body, and prepared myself for whatever attack might come—hoping at the very least that it wouldn’t hurt too much.

For a few seconds, the air between us grew sharp and tense.

Then—

“Go!!”

Master Malenkov gave the signal.

Here it comes—

Before I could even properly brace myself—

Whoosh.

The figure of Chloe standing in front of me suddenly vanished from my sight.

My eyes flew wide open.

H-Huh!?

She disappeared—!?

Panicking for a split second, I suddenly noticed a shadow shooting upward from below my field of vision, from a place my eyes hadn’t even been watching.

My eyes widened again in shock.

At that exact moment—

Chloe’s fist stopped right in front of my chin, just a hair away from smashing into it.

She looked up at me—still staring downward in disbelief—and gave a sly grin.

“Alright, Jeromiya. That’s one death for you.”

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“I Saved a Russian Beauty from Thugs, but Apparently She’s My Arch-Enemy—The Second Russo-Japanese War Rom-Com Between Me and Elena-san —”

Chapter 68: The Fanservice Heroine Who Looks Ready to Kill Me

“Uo—!”

I let out a grunt as Chloe crouched low like a tiger, a thin smile forming on her lips.

“C’mon, c’mon. This is only the warm-up. Jeromiya, try to react properly—”

Before I could even process her words, Chloe twisted her hips and spun on the tip of her foot so fast it looked like friction alone might start producing smoke.

Her leg whipped around in a roundhouse kick aimed straight at my face.

I somehow managed to avoid the embarrassing fate of falling flat on my butt—

But when I saw the top of her foot stop barely ten centimeters from my face, I felt the blood drain from my head.

She grinned again, the relaxed smile of someone overwhelmingly stronger, and lowered her leg.

“Hehe, Jeromiya, your face looks amazing right now. Look, look—an I-balance.”

With that, she grabbed her long right leg with her equally long arm and lifted it straight up toward the sky.

I already knew this, but…

This girl’s limbs were seriously long.

And more than that—

Her body was unbelievably flexible and ridiculously well-built.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, my heart started pounding again at the worst possible time, completely ruining my focus.

This is not the moment for that—

I shook my head to force those thoughts away.

But the mysterious pounding in my chest only grew stronger.

“Hmmm… yeah, if I keep going like this, it’ll just turn into bullying someone weaker… So, Jeromiya.”

“O-Okay…?”

“This time, you come at me. Attack me. I won’t resist.”

“I won’t resist…”

For some reason, when she said it, the line sounded suspiciously indecent.

Right after saying that, Chloe relaxed completely, letting all the tension drain from her arms and legs as she stood there.

“A-Attack you…? Sorry, I don’t even know how to do something like that…”

“What are you talking about? Are you even a man? Just come at me and grab me already.”

Saying that, she grabbed the front of her gi and pulled it open wide with both hands, presenting her chest tightly wrapped in cloth.

Even though the cloth compressed it as hard as possible, it still couldn’t flatten it completely.

The sheer size still bulged far beyond what any normal person could manage.

And on top of that, it was slightly damp with sweat.

Caught completely off guard by that move—

“Ugh!?”

I let out a strangled sound and quickly turned my face away.

Behind me, I could practically feel Chloe grinning.

“C’mon, c’mon, Jeromiya. It’s the boobs you like so much, right? Just charge at me like you’re planning to do whatever you want with them. Basically, try to push me down. You can manage that much, right?”

“D-Damn it… I can tell you’re completely underestimating me, and honestly that’s a little frustrating…! Chloe, if that’s how it is, I’m coming at you seriously! Don’t underestimate a guy’s strength too much—you might regret it!”

“Hehe. Go ahead and try.”

Crap—she looked way too cool.

That grin of hers was unbelievably provocative and confident at the same time.

And just like that, my heart started pounding again and my face heated up.

What the hell is wrong with my heart…?

Still, I pushed both hands forward, filling myself with determination—and a slightly questionable goal of grabbing that “treasure” no matter what—and charged at her with the most unimpressive battle cry imaginable.

“UOOOOOO—!!”

Of course, my completely unskilled charge—no strategy, no technique whatsoever—was probably less threatening to Chloe Mitsushima than a kitten pawing at her leg.

Smack.

The arm that had been aiming for that national-treasure-level chest was effortlessly caught.

The next moment, my entire view spun around.

For a split second, my feet completely lost the sense of gravity.

A perfect shoulder throw.

I didn’t even manage a proper breakfall.

My body slammed into the mat—

“Guh—!”

The air burst out of my crushed lungs as a pathetic sound escaped my mouth.

“Fufu… alright then, time to finish you off—”

Sounding like she was completely playing with a toy, Chloe wrapped one arm around my neck while grabbing my right arm and dropping down with me to the floor.

In other words—

She locked me into a classic kesa-gatame hold.

The moment she did, the range of movement in my entire upper body was stretched far beyond its limit.

My breathing and blood flow were restricted.

And more importantly—

Right in front of my face, her enormous chest was rudely pushed into view.

My blood pressure shot up.

The veins at my temples throbbed.

“Uo—! Uooogh…! Guh…! N-No way, no way!! Chloe, this is bad, really bad!! I-I can’t handle this!!”

“Come on, Jeromiya. If you don’t try to escape like your life depends on it, it’s only going to get harder to breathe—”

Ignoring my desperate protests, she tightened the hold around my neck even more.

Naturally, that meant our bodies pressed even closer together.

The warm heat of her body.

That dangerously good scent.

And right in front of my eyes, those huge breasts bouncing wildly.

At that point, I honestly felt like I was about to lose my mind.

“Ah—! Aaaah—! No, no!! This is bad!! I mean it!! Guh… ugh… it hurts but somehow it feels good—!! This is way too stimulating for me!! I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!! I’m dying—!!”

“Why are you making such pathetic noises? I’m holding back enough that you won’t die, you know.”

“No, this is basically attempted murder!! You’re trying to kill me!! T-This is bad…! It’s warm and I’m dying! It smells nice and it’s soft and huge and I’m dying! G-Give up, give up!! I GIVE UP!!”

At that point, I finally screamed at the top of my lungs while slapping the mat—

Declaring my surrender.