My Gift Is “Beauty”. I Think It’s Useless, but It Seems to Be an S-Rank Gift With the Strongest Buff Effect for Beautiful Girls - Chapter 43.3: Suzukawa Aoi

Chapter 43.3: Suzukawa Aoi

“—We broke up!”

I tearfully told my seniors this two months after I started dating Hayato.

—Hayato was my idol and a rival I competed with to improve.

I played junior basketball and attended a strong school that ranked high in the city tournament.

There, I met Hayato.

Although he wasn’t a regular as a first-year, he made the bench and played as a substitute, showing his skill in basketball.

I was the same. Maybe that’s why I felt a connection with him.

Through training camps, I started interacting with the boys’ team members, and that’s when I first talked to Hayato.

He was serious about basketball, diligent, stoic, had a cute smile, and looked cool while shooting or dribbling.

It was probably in our second year.

Hayato suddenly became popular.

I think it was because he grew taller quickly, but there were various rumors, so I’m not sure. The only thing I knew was that his face was already handsome.

My interactions with Hayato increased—at the diner after club activities, at karaoke on weekends, and in various other places.

My eyes saw only Hayato.

That’s how much I thought about him. Maybe other girls felt the same and liked him too.

But Hayato didn’t date anyone.

I wondered if he liked me.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t date anyone. I even had such delusions.

Being shy about love, I still tried to look cute, keeping my hair neat and paying attention to my scent, making an effort in my own way.

In the summer of our third year.

Preparing for the last basketball club tournament, I overheard something while resting outside the gym.

“Hey, Hayato, do you prefer big breasts or small ones?”

“…Big breasts.”

“See, like Suzukawa! She’s definitely an A-cup, right? Her face is cute, though!”

“Aoi, huh. Sure, she doesn’t have breasts, but… I—”

I knew. I already knew.

Most boys liked big breasts.

But I didn’t want to hear the word “big breasts” from the person I liked.

At that moment, I decided I was out of Hayato’s league as a romantic interest.

With such a flat body, I finally understood that no one would see me as a woman.

Why couldn’t I confess to Hayato all this time?

Because I lacked confidence. Knowing I lacked feminine charm, I couldn’t confess.

While carrying that emotional pain, I reunited with a senior I respected.

Hayashido Hibiki.

She was cute, had large breasts, and was kind to me during the cultural festival committee.

The moment we reunited, I dove into her large breasts.

Her enviably huge breasts annoyed me, and I confided in her about my breast insecurity and Hayato.

I thought “gifts” had nothing to do with me.

Hearing that Hibiki’s boyfriend had a skill to enlarge breasts, I thought it was my only chance.

I hesitated about having my breasts touched, but since I believed I couldn’t confess as I was, I asked for the treatment.

Hibiki’s boyfriend—Takanashi Hiroyo.

He was shorter than Hayato, not particularly handsome, and didn’t seem athletic.

He seemed gentle and kind… just that kind of person.

It’s harsh to say, but I didn’t think he matched Hibiki. Anyone would think that.

Yet, the way Hibiki looked at Hiroyo was with a woman’s eyes, showing she truly loved him.

Was I like that in front of Hayato?

Maybe my feelings were obvious, I thought.

The treatment’s reaction overwhelmed my body with otherworldly pleasure.

Still, I acted strong, endured it, and muttered that I got through it.

Every night, I recalled the sensation of Hiroyo touching my breasts, thought of Hayato, and comforted myself.

After enduring the treatment.

“Haha… hahaha… they’ve grown…!”

My breasts went from AAA-cup to C-cup.

I couldn’t believe it, rubbing my breasts repeatedly until I finally accepted it.

The soft, squishy feeling I never had before.

I trembled with emotion, realizing this was what breasts felt like.

At the last middle school basketball tournament I longed for.

We didn’t reach nationals, but I cried with my teammates, ending my basketball life there with a fourth-place finish in the city tournament.

After retiring from the basketball club, I had more time and emotional space.

Thinking it was now or never, I called Hayato to the park and confessed with determination.

“I liked you too, Aoi.”

My delusion that he might like me became reality.

I cried with joy, wondering if such happiness was truly allowed.

Things moved quickly after we started dating.

I initiated things so often that Hayato probably saw me as very sexual.

But gradually, I noticed something.

“Have you ever… you know, climaxed?”

I asked a friend with a boyfriend.

“What, Aoi? Are you not satisfied with Hayato?”

“N-No, it’s not that!”

She saw through me instantly, and I spilled everything. But talking didn’t change anything.

One day, after continuing such unsatisfying intimacy.

My body reached its limit.

After intimacy to Hayato, I comforted myself alone at night, unknowingly thinking of the kind Hiroyo.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Please… make me feel good…! I’m so frustrated every day… I can’t focus on anything else! Just once… just once, please…!”

Before I knew it, I went to Hiroyo’s house, begging.

I didn’t remember what led to it; I just acted on my body’s urges.

Hiroyo was Hibiki’s boyfriend.

Asking such a thing was unthinkable. But I couldn’t stop my body’s longing.

Hiroyo and Hibiki were troubled.

But they seemed to have dealt with similar cases before, warning me, “You might not be able to go back.”

“Please… mess me up…!”

My underwear was already soaked when I arrived at Hiroyo’s house.

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Crazed, I experienced intimacy with someone other than Hayato for the first time.

I hadn’t broken up with Hayato yet.

I never imagined that I, who purely worked hard at basketball, would do such a thing.

Was it because I jumped at the easy idea of enlarging my breasts with a gift?

Still, without larger breasts, I wouldn’t have had the courage to confess.

Either way, Hayato and I might not have lasted long.

Was it because I got involved with Hiroyo?

Heaven’s punishment came.

It was mid-October.

—I happened to see Hayato entering a female classmate’s house.

If it was for hanging out or some errand, that would be fine.

But they were holding hands.

I didn’t understand what was happening and just stood there.

I learned later.

Hayato was troubled about our intimacy.

He noticed I wasn’t feeling good and was thinking about how to make me feel good.

That made me happy.

But the problem came after.

The person Hayato consulted was a flashy classmate rumored to change boyfriends often.

I gathered information behind the scenes.

Then, I found out various things.

It seemed he accidentally let slip about our intimacy, and she said, “I’ll teach you how to make a girl feel good.” Hayato initially refused but later thought it would help me and gave in.

Was his seriousness taken advantage of? Hayato became captivated by her. …Maybe because she had larger breasts than me.

I was new to intimacy and didn’t know if I made Hayato feel good. We’d only been dating two months, and we lacked communication in many ways.

In hindsight, both Hayato and I cheated.

I didn’t tell Hayato about my cheating, but I found out about his one-sidedly.

Our path was already set.

“Why…!? We just started dating…! I… I love Aoi…!”

“Yeah… I love you too, Hayato. I love you…”

We loved each other, yet we both did something wrong.

Our words connected, but our bodies didn’t.

—We broke up.

Hayato didn’t want to break up until the end, but I said it.

I named the person he had been intimate with.

The moment I said her name, cold sweat poured from Hayato’s forehead, confirming what I had found out.

“I’m sorry… but I still love you, Aoi.”

With those words, I broke up with Hayato.

In the end, it was my fault.

I didn’t notice Hayato’s feelings for me and was obsessed with my breast insecurity.

I relied on the skill’s effect, couldn’t handle the reaction, and let Hiroyo make me feel good.

I’m happy my breasts grew.

Without that, I wouldn’t have had the courage to date Hayato.

I cried a lot for a week and decided to move on.

“—We broke up!”

I went to Hiroyo’s house.

Saying it myself made me tear up again.

Hibiki was there, showing a complex expression but hugging me without judgment.

“It’s partly my fault for inviting you, Aoi-chan. So, I’ll take responsibility where I can.”

“It’s okay. I made the decision, after all…”

“You’re two years younger, but you’re strong, Aoi-chan.”

“I’m weak. That’s why I’m burying my face in your breast, Hibiki.”

I leaned on my endlessly kind senior.

Hiroyo’s gaze nearby was also endlessly kind.

These two were that kind of people.

Even if I made mistakes, they faced me kindly.

“So, want to do something fun today?”

“That’s a weird way to put it. It’s not a party.”

“Hehe, right. But you came here for that, didn’t you, Aoi-chan? Now that you’re free.”

“…Yes.”

Since breaking up with Hayato, I could only think of Hiroyo and Hibiki.

That’s why I came to their house to report it.

“Hiroyo.”

“Yeah… come here, Aoi-chan.”

“Yes…”

Guided by Hibiki and Hiroyo, I climbed onto the bed.

I took off my top, exposing the breasts they enlarged.

“Aoi-chan, you’re beautiful and cute, my precious junior.”

“Yeah, I think so too. So, come to us if anything happens.”

“Seniors…!”

They approached me as I lay on the bed.

My breasts, no longer embarrassing to show, were gently touched by them.

And so, they accepted and soothed my complex feelings through my body—