I Was a Loner Who Tried Finding an Otaku Friend on a Matching App and Ended Up Matching with the Number-One Beauty Who Won the University Miss Contest

Chapter 33: Miss Con Queen and Some Naughty Cosplay??

I walked around the exhibition hall holding hands with Amane-san.

…Okay, no, this is still super weird, right?

I glanced down at our joined hands while thinking that.

First off, how come Amane-san has zero resistance to holding hands?
Me, on the other hand—my heart’s been pounding like crazy this whole time and my palm is straight-up drenched in sweat.

The last time I held hands with a girl might’ve been… kindergarten field trip, maybe?
I could practically hear my old teacher’s voice echoing in my head: “Let’s all hold hands with the friend next to you so nobody falls over, okay~?”

Teacher… I’m currently holding hands with the number-one beauty from the university’s Miss Contest…

“Hey, Akito-kun, what’s with that ‘I’m so moved’ face?”

While I was busy getting emotional on my own, Amane-san looked over from beside me with this exasperated expression.
Crap, I got caught…

“N-no, it’s nothing. Just… talking to myself.”

“Talking to yourself…? Wait, were you making that face because of this picture?”

“This picture?”

Amane-san pointed at the illustration right in front of us—by Umino Umino Uminokaiya-sensei.
And there it was: a super lewd holy maiden character with breasts about three heads big, hanging ridiculously low.

Wait—what the hell is this illustration?!?!?

“Uwwwa… so that’s the kind of guy you are, Akito-kun. Hmm~”

“N-no, that’s not it!”

Oh man, I got so lost in dirty thoughts that I ended up standing in front of this giant-boobed lewd saint picture looking all感動ed like some pervert.

“I-I mean, it’s not really about the illustration itself, you know!”

“Yeah yeah, save the excuses. If you want, I could cosplay this one for you?”

Huh—Amane-san… cosplaying this giant-boobed lewd holy maiden…!?
Her wearing that outfit with the chest practically bursting open and the cleavage going all the way down… no way, that’s just…!

“Hey, your hand’s sweating even more now… wait, don’t tell me—”

“…Uh, um…”

“You were picturing me in it?”

“I-I wasn’t!”

“Ahaha, yep, Akito-kun really sucks at lying. I can tell since we’re holding hands, y’know~”

Damn it, she’s completely got the upper hand now!
If I let this keep going, she’s gonna tease me nonstop again…

Fine then…!

“Okay… then actually do it. That cosplay.”

“Huh!?”

“It’s a promise now! I’ll admit I got excited looking at this illustration, so you have to cosplay it for me, Amane-san.”

“Ehh!! No way, there’s no way I can wear something that shameless!”

Yes! I finally managed to put her on the defensive!
Looks like the only way to counter Amane-san’s teasing attacks… is a full-on shameless counterattack.

“Ugh… okay, that cosplay is definitely impossible, so how about you forgive me if I do the one next to it—the school swimsuit one instead?”

…Huh? School swimsuit…!?

I looked over at the illustration beside it: a giant-breasted loli wearing a tight school swimsuit.

Wait, so school swimsuits are okay with you, Amane-san…?

Amane-san… in a school swimsuit…

“Hey!! Why are you sweating even more than when it was the holy maiden!? You lolicon!! Pervert!”

“N-no, that’s not what I—”

Crap crap crap, my school-swimsuit fetish just got completely exposed!!

I panicked for real and desperately tried to come up with some kind of excuse.

After that we kept bickering back and forth, but eventually we finished looking at everything and left the exhibition.

“Seriously, Akito-kun, you’re such a perv.”

“The person who invited me to an exhibition full of nothing but erotic illustrations shouldn’t be the one saying that!”

That’s the one thing I’m actually right about, isn’t it!?
Even as I mentally shouted that, by the time we walked out of the exhibition hall, the feeling of Amane-san’s hand in mine had stopped feeling strange at all.

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Chapter 34: Miss Con Queen Is a Super Tsun-tsun Ojou-sama

I left the exhibition hall still holding hands with Amane-san.

Somehow neither of us could bring ourselves to let go, so we just… walked out like that.

I tried really hard not to let my hand sweat anymore and snuck a sideways glance at her.
Right at that moment, she looked over at me too. Our eyes met, and we both instantly jerked our gazes away.

What is this shoujo-manga-level atmosphere?

Just a minute ago we were talking about school swimsuits and crazy-lewd holy maidens and all kinds of nonsense, and now the air feels nothing like that.

I mean, I already knew going to Umino Umino Uminokaiya-sensei’s super-pervy illustration exhibit was gonna make things awkward anyway.
And on top of that, thanks to how the conversation went, we ended up holding hands the whole time. This is rough.

“Um, Amane-san…”

“Nyaa! W-what? I-I’m not freaking out or anything just because your hand turned out to be way more guy-like than I expected, okay!?”

“You’re spilling stuff nobody asked about. What even is that?”

I didn’t really get the “guy-like hand” part, but clearly she was flustered too.

“I was thinking… maybe we should let go soon.”

“Ah, y-yeah, you’re right! If we keep holding hands forever, people are gonna think we’re one of those couples who’re about to go do something naughty!”

“Don’t tack on weird euphemisms before the word ‘couple’! That’s way too prejudiced against people just holding hands!”

After all that back-and-forth, we finally let go of each other’s hands.
Amane-san let out a tiny “phew…” of relief.

So she really didn’t like holding hands with me, huh.
Yeah, figures.

“Sorry, Akito-kun. I suddenly grabbed your hand earlier and started teasing you like that.”

“Don’t just switch to a straight-up honest apology out of nowhere. It’s fine, I didn’t mind.”

“But… I had no idea you were the type who sweats buckets just from looking at naughty pictures… You probably drenched my hand at least ten times, right?”

“Well… I’m not gonna deny that part since it’s true.”

“Like… a loooot came out, huh?”

“Shut up!”

I couldn’t tell if she was being erotic or just annoying, but either way, we started walking through Harajuku again together.

“So what’s next? Anywhere you wanna go?”

“Wanna play around some? Like an arcade!”

“Uh… please don’t bankrupt yourself at the UFO catcher, okay?”

“Why are you already assuming I’m gonna play UFO catcher!? And why does it sound like you think I suck at it!?”

I mean, she doesn’t exactly look like an arcade pro either.

Knowing her personality, she’s super competitive—she’d probably dump all her money into one machine…

“Oh wait, but my mom and dad said arcades are off-limits.”

“Hey, don’t suddenly remind me you’re supposed to be an ojou-sama.”