Chapter 11

Shuppon. Kazuhiko’s smartphone chimed.

[What are you doing now, Kazu-kun?]

[Just finished homework.]

[Well, I was thinking about you.]

[I see.]

[That’s cold. It’s an order, Kazu-kun, think about me.]

[Understood.]

—How exactly am I supposed to reply to her?

Kazuhiko, who was home doing his homework, was under an onslaught of LINE messages from his childhood friend, Reika Takane, the unobtainable flower. 

Though he had male friends, Kazuhiko was inexperienced with girls and didn’t know how to respond in a way that would please a girl.

However, she had told him to reply normally, like in the past, so he thought he could manage. But their close conversation was from a time before he even had a smartphone.

He tried to talk to her casually like in the old days, yet also trying to keep up the pretense of being hypnotized, resulting in responses that, to an outside observer, sounded curt, cold, and boring. 

He thought that being overly cautious might be a good thing, but given that she was an unpredictable person, he wasn’t sure.

Was this the right answer, or would he be stabbed if he failed to respond correctly? Despite messaging a beautiful girl who was the unobtainable flower, Kazuhiko couldn’t feel any romantic excitement. He felt like a member of a bomb disposal squad.

In reality, she was his childhood friend, the unobtainable flower, who had continued to think of him faithfully… but this was a consequence of Reika’s past behavior.

While Kazuhiko was waiting, as if pondering whether to cut the red or blue wire, her next message arrived.

[By the way, what kind of underwear are you wearing now, Kazu-kun?]

—Huh?

Kazuhiko momentarily froze, forgetting he was pretending to be hypnotized.

—What is this pervert saying? Is she starting her perverted games again?

And he genuinely didn’t know how to reply. Should he just tell her normally, as if under hypnosis, or since she told him to reply normally like in the past, should he reply frankly with something like, “What are you asking for?”

The message was already marked read. The second hand was ticking forward, like the countdown on a time bomb. Just as sweat was about to drip from Kazuhiko’s chin,

Shupomp.

Her next message arrived.

[It seems you won’t tell me unless I tell you first.]

No, no, I didn’t say or think that. I’m not entirely uninterested, though.

Without waiting for Kazuhiko’s internal retort, messages kept coming one after another.

[My underwear today is black. I was wearing this underwear when I was with you during lunch break. Do you want to see? It’s fine if it’s for you, Kazu-kun. You can use it, but you mustn’t show it to anyone else.]

Wait, wait, wait, whoa! Kazuhiko wanted to interject, but he couldn’t type out a blunt retort. Just as her messages seemed to quiet down, Kazuhiko’s eyes bulged at the photo she sent.

It was a picture of Reika facing a mirror, her shirt and skirt lifted to reveal a mature black bra and panties, with her face conveniently hidden by her smartphone. …No, the corner of Reika’s sharp eyes were looking straight at him from the edge of the phone. But he could also see her porcelain cheeks were faintly flushed.

“Woah…”

Kazuhiko involuntarily gasped. To think that his childhood friend, the unobtainable flower, would send such an assertive photo.

But what a magnificent body. The voluptuous flesh contained within the black bra formed a deep, plump cleavage, looking ready to spill out at any moment. The thought that this was what had been pressed against his chest, back, and arm recently caused blood to rush rapidly to Kazuhiko’s groin. 

Despite such voluptuousness, her pale skin tapered beautifully at the waist, with even a faint outline of abdominal muscles. And her hips, visible even from the front, were of a child-bearing type. The tight black panties accentuated the shape of her groin, and his gaze was helplessly drawn in. 

Her white, toned yet well-fleshed thighs were dazzling. Kazuhiko devoured her body with his eyes, and his breathing grew ragged.

Schpomp. The sound of a new message made him jump.

When he came to his senses, over ten minutes had already passed.

[No reply. Were you perhaps staring? Answer honestly.]

—Cough, ugh…

It was too embarrassing to tell his honest feelings to his childhood friend, the unobtainable flower, a classmate with an adult-level body. But he was supposed to be hypnotized.

[It is very good.]

Kazuhiko squeezed out only that much in reply.

[Be specific.]

“Kuhoh!?”

He couldn’t help but make a sound.

—Wha-what is wrong with this woman?! How much more does she intend to humiliate me… Grr, guh…

He didn’t want to answer. But since he was under hypnosis, he had to.

[The cleavage of your chest was good.]

[Say ‘boobs’.]

?!

[The cleavage of your boobs was good.]

[I see. Anything else?]

[The hint of abdominal muscles is irresistible.]

[I see. How about thighs?]

[They are superb.]

[Then, how about the crotch?]

[I feel like I’m going to lose it.] 

—Truly.

Then there was a slight pause in the replies. He thought that perhaps he had finally put her off, and he would be happy if she would leave him alone… but then he also felt a pang of loneliness and disappointment.

Kazuhiko now realized that he, too, was enjoying this situation. 

He didn’t harbor illusions about his childhood friend, so he still didn’t think he could date her. But if this was the reality of being involved in her sexual release, he felt he could afford to drown in this reality.

It would be a lie to say he felt no guilt. 

But it was Reika who resorted to hypnosis, and Reika who initiated these actions while he was feigning hypnosis. Kazuhiko decided to fully savor his current bizarre situation.

He had already saved the photos she sent. With future expectations in mind, he created a “Childhood Friend” file and saved them. He had entirely forgotten that this, too, might be checked later.

Schpomp.

A new photo seemed to have been sent. Upon seeing it, Kazuhiko’s eyes widened.

It was a picture of Reika facing away from the mirror, showing off her voluminous butt, which was tightly squeezed by the black panties. It was a close-up photo emphasizing her rear. Thus, the area between her legs was also emphasized…

—Whoa, whoa, whoaaaaah… “Magnificent…”

Kazuhiko Saiki said this with deep emotion.

[Can you use it?]

When Reika’s message arrived, he reflexively replied:

[Yes, I can use it.]

[I see, that’s good. Well, I’ll stop messaging for now. Tell me your thoughts later.]

—Huh, seriously?

That, too, would be a happy torture. Feeling complicated, Kazuhiko quietly adjusted his posture, intending to use it right away.