I Wanted To Squeeze A Magical Girl’s Boobs So Bad I Turned Into A Monster

Finally, this day had arrived.

Preparations for the sports festival had been underway since the start of the second semester.

After speeches from the principal and Sazanami-senpai in serious mode, the competitions began.

“Hey Ducky, shouldn’t you go line up soon?”

“Hm? Ah, is it my turn already…”

The sprint for second-years that I was participating in was scheduled for relatively early in the morning.

As I was looking down, Ren called out to me, and I jogged toward the entrance gate.

“This is seriously bad if I don’t hold back…”

While heading there, I checked my physical condition.

Recently, I had gained physical abilities that easily exceeded those of an ordinary male high school student. Even though I wasn’t particularly muscular, I could produce an incredible amount of power.

When I’d checked my face in the mirror this morning, I felt like the red in my eyes had gotten a bit darker.

During the entrance, I could see Akasaki waving her hand at me. I discreetly waved back so no one else would notice and lined up in the designated spot.

I would definitely hold back, but I had no intention of sinking to the bottom ranks. It would be annoying to prove Ren right, but I certainly had feelings of wanting to show off to Akasaki.

“Don’t get cocky just because you won in practice.”

“Hm? Ah, yeah.”

My opponent… damn, I couldn’t remember his name. What club was he in again…? I had no idea.

His headband was blue so he was from class B. Some guy from class B who was in some club or other was picking a fight with me.

I didn’t really care about being picked on, but I was a bit shocked at myself for not even knowing the names of people in my own grade.

In the end, I crossed the finish line in first place. Second place was that what’s-his-name guy who had picked on me earlier.

He was trying surprisingly hard, so I’d accelerated just before he could pass me. I could still feel his resentful gaze, but it wasn’t like I’d cheated, so his anger was misdirected.

When I returned to our cheering section, my excited classmates welcomed me back.

“Momisugi’s amazing! You beat the track team!”

“And he looked so relaxed!”

“Well, that’s what you’d expect from my Ducky.”

I’m not yours, Ren.

Also, it turned out that guy was on the track team… I learned something new.

After that, I had no more events in the morning, so I was absentmindedly watching the competitions when lunch break arrived.

Ah, but when I found out the first-years were doing a dance, I made sure to burn the sight of Akasaki dancing into my memory.

To think I could worship such wonderful breasts even without her running… This was a new revelation.

Even during the sports festival, I came up to the rooftop as usual. I’d gotten so used to this place that I somehow couldn’t settle down anywhere else.

“Phew, I’m kind of tired…”

I had no problems physically, but being around lots of people all the time was mentally a bit exhausting. As I sat on the bench and took out my bread, the rooftop door opened.

“Ah, senpai. I knew you’d be here.”

“Yeah, this is where I feel most comfortable.”

The one who came was Akasaki. She ran up to the bench, sat next to me, and spread out her lunch. In other words, same as always.

“Senpai, you looked so cool.”

“Oh, thanks. Akasaki, your dance was good too.”

“Ehehe, thank you.”

It was absolutely amazing indeed, what with the breasts and the boobs and the boobs and the breasts… and also more breasts.

Akasaki couldn’t honestly be called athletically gifted. Her speed as a magical girl came entirely from magical power. Well, I think her clumsy dancing had its own cute charm too.

“Here, senpai, today’s side dish.”

“Oh, grilled fish.”

“Well then, say ‘ahh’…”

Just as Akasaki finished opening her lunch and offered me some side dish as usual…

A loud sound came from the direction of the courtyard. Screams and angry shouts also rang out, and it seemed like panic had broken out below.

…A monster had appeared, that’s what this was.

“Ah…!”

Akasaki hurried out of the rooftop. Perhaps because a monster had appeared right there, she didn’t have the luxury of making excuses.

“Seriously, there’s such a thing as timing.”

Interrupting our precious “say ahh” moment, what a joke.

While mentally complaining about the poorly-timed monster, I prepared to transform and leap in at any time.