I Will Do Everything In My Power To Bring Happiness To The Enchanting Beauty Who Can No Longer Smile. - Chapter 66: Yukitsuki Shigure Is Being Doted Upon.

Yukitsuki Shigure Is Being Doted Upon.

“Umm…”

“Yeah?”

As I lay on my back, Tsubame was in front of me, arms open wide, waiting. Her pose, clearly inviting a hug, looked so adorable that I didn’t know what to do.

…If it were just a normal hug, I wouldn’t have hesitated like this.

“Hurry up, Shigure-kun. I want to hug you.”

But it wasn’t just any hug. She wanted me to dive into her chest. To put it bluntly, it meant burying my face in her breasts.

I asked myself if I was misunderstanding her words somehow… but Tsubame twisted her body slightly, positioning her chest right in front of me.

Voices of reason clashed noisily in my mind—but deep down, I already knew how this would end.

“…Okay.”

I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding so wildly that my breathing had become shallow.

Then—having made up my mind—

I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her into an embrace. Her ample chest was right before my eyes. Resigning myself to it all, I pressed my face against it.

Soft… so unbelievably soft, like marshmallows… but not just soft. When I pushed in, it pushed back with a gentle resilience.

And then, there was that sweet scent—so sweet it was almost unbelievable. It wasn’t the fragrance of her body soap or fabric softener, but a sweetness that was uniquely her.

“How is it? Soft, right?” Tsubame asked.

All I could do was give a small nod. Even that slight motion rubbed my face against her softness, making my mind go completely blank, unable to process anything.

My heartbeat thundered within my chest, echoing loudly in my ears. Then I felt a warm touch against the back of my head.

“It’s okay to lean on me like this, you know, Shigure-kun. You’ve been working so hard.”

That warmth… was Tsubame gently stroking my head.

“I’ve worked so hard all this time, and you’ve always spoiled me for it. But you’ve worked hard too, so now it’s my turn to spoil you lots.”

Her words gently stroked my heart. But even so… there was a part of me that felt guilty.

“…What’s wrong?” she asked.

“…My feelings right now… they’re not exactly pure.”

Even at this very moment, thoughts far from pure kept bubbling up within me.

…Honestly, was there even a single high school boy who wouldn’t think about such things when burying his face in the chest of the girl he liked?

Hearing my muttered confession, Tsubame let out a small chuckle.

“When I leaned on you, my thoughts weren’t exactly pure either, you know?”

“Huh… really?”

“Yeah. Every time you hugged me, I’d always be smelling you. Even when we slept together, I kept wondering how many times I could sneak in kisses.”

As she said this, her hand never stopped stroking my head, gently and warmly. Her other arm held me tightly against her, refusing to let go.

“I was always thinking about those things, so it’s okay for you to think about them too. Actually, it makes me happy… it means everything’s going according to plan.”

This time, I felt her breath at the crown of my head. She was probably burying her face into me too.

“So don’t worry. Just lean on me as much as you want. And if there’s anything you want to do… anything at all… you don’t need to ask for permission.”

As she whispered this, she wrapped her arms around my head, hugging me so tightly that I could barely breathe. If she squeezed any harder, I might really suffocate, I thought absentmindedly.

…Though even this ‘barely breathing’ state was something in itself.

The air that reached me was so sweet, sweeter than sugar. My mind was filled with it, my heartbeat echoing wildly within my chest.

But that heartbeat wasn’t mine alone. I could hear hers too, right there beside me—coming from her chest.

Realising that I wasn’t the only one nervous, I felt my body slowly relax.

“…Are you okay?” she asked, loosening her embrace slightly. From there, we stopped speaking. She just continued to gently stroke my head.

My body relaxed completely. My heart was still racing, my breaths shallow, but strangely, I didn’t feel embarrassed. …No, to be honest, the impure thoughts swirling in my mind were much stronger.

And I didn’t try to suppress them.

“Mm…”

I placed my hand, palm down, beside my face—right onto her chest. She let out a small voice in response.

……

…………

“How is it? Soft?” she asked softly.

“…Yeah.”

“I’m glad. I’m wearing a thinner, softer bra today.”

The sensation under my palm felt overwhelming, spilling out around my hand, warm and incredibly soft. Just as she said, the fabric was so thin that her body heat radiated through it easily.

Tension returned to my relaxed body, and my heart began pounding even louder. But at the same time, I started to feel anxious.

“Tsubame… if it hurts, please tell me.”

There was no way I could know the right amount of pressure. Pain thresholds must vary from person to person.

…Back in middle school, a girl once confided that her boyfriend would grope her too hard and it hurt. I had asked a more experienced friend for advice then, but personally, I didn’t know anything about this.

My anxiety slipped out in my voice, but what came back was her gentle reassurance.

“It’s okay. You can… no, I’d actually be happy if you squeezed harder.”

“O… okay.”

Encouraged by her words, I put a little more pressure into my hand—feeling her softness conform and press back even more.

…Incredible. This weight, this sensation…

“Your shoulders must get stiff carrying these around all day.”

“They do, quite a bit. But I think I’m still better off than most girls since I exercise regularly. I hear if you don’t do stretches and your muscles weaken, your shoulders get worse and your breasts sag. …Ah, I’ll tell Setchan about this next time.”

I set aside her muttered afterthought. Still, I couldn’t help thinking—having this weight attached to your chest must be hard. I should offer her a massage sometime.

Even as I thought this, my hand continued to move on its own.

“Ah…!”

“S-sorry!”

Hearing her small gasp, I quickly apologised, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.

As if to prevent me from doing so, Tsubame hugged my head and hand tighter against her chest, burying me completely.

“It’s just… I’m a little sensitive, that’s all. Don’t worry about it… touch me as much as you want.”

My face was pressed firmly against her chest, and I could hear her heartbeat thundering within.

“…But… just don’t look at my face right now, okay? I’m sure it’s completely red…”

I nodded silently, surrendering to the feeling of her warmth, her scent, her heartbeat surrounding me.

Until sleep finally claimed us, I stayed like that—

And that night became the longest night I had ever experienced.