"I Wanna Fondle Them Too" (Oppai Momitai) - Chapter 33
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Chapter 33
It might have been stupid for Natsuhiko to ask Kohaku for dating advice, but he hadn’t given up yet.
“Okay don’t mind the date plan. But I have a favor to ask”
“What?”
“Please pick an outfit for me! You know I don’t own a single fashionable piece of clothing! And I don’t look good either!”
“You’re so pathetic…”
“I have no pride.”
Even Kohaku was taken aback.
But whether or not she felt sorry for him was a different story.
“It’s a bother, so rejected. I’d rather go to a washroom.”
“Oh, my first-date-of-life is lesser than a piss…?”
“If it’s a first-date-of-life, you have to make all the decisions on your own.”
“You’re right and manly…”
Natsuhiko thought to himself. If he were a woman, he would have fallen in love with this guy.
However, as a person who was going on a first date, he couldn’t help but feel anxious. It’s because he was well aware that he was a common man that desired to stand even a millimeter taller.
He had spent his entire life longing for a date with his girlfriend, and once the date is set, it’s common for a normal high school boy to panic about clothes, spots, food, etc.
Lying on the floor on an elbow, Kohaku went in the role of a “father on his day off.”
“In the first place, it’s wrong for you to ask me for advice. Do you think my current outfit is fashionable?”
“…”
Natsuhiko took a closer look at Kohaku, who was turned into an old man.
The top was a plain colored tank-top and the bottom was half pants.
It wasn’t fashionable at all. However, high school girls of her age wear loungewear, maxi, and pajamas. Those were the ones who deserve the title of fashionista.
And obviously, they don’t wear revealing outfits in front of their male friends.
General comment. “It’s not fashionable. Rather, you shouldn’t lie down in that outfit, it’s erotic.”
Natsuhiko’s facial expression almost settled the issue, but Kohaku decided to help him a bit. While lying down, she started rolling toward her destination.
When she found it was a hassle to talk to him, she dragged in Natsuhiko who was sitting next to her.
“Hey, Kohaku!”
“Come on, Natsu. Let’s roll to the closet together!”
Once they flip 180 degrees, you can see her bouncy breasts, and in the next flip, you will see her tight hips. As they rolled further her breasts and thigh continued to assault Natsuhiko.
“All right, I get it, now free me.”
“Any more happiness would be a betrayal to Miko-chan.” Natsuhiko thought and rushed while rolling towards the closet.
When they reached the closet in the corner of the room, Kohaku, who was too lazy to stand up, dexterously opened the closet with her toes.
There were jerseys, hoodies from sports manufacturers, mountain parkas and mod coats from foreign manufacturers, and so on. Rather than being cute, the outerwear was masculine, sporty, and cool.
Natsuhiko was lying next to her with a smug look on his face.
“I choose my clothes based on functionality rather than fashion. If I want a frilly skirt, then I’ll wear quick-drying sweatpants. If I want a girly, sweet coat, then I’ll wear a waterproof, windproof Gore-Tex, or the Mountain Parka”
“The way you think is like a man… I, on the other hand, am like an office worker in his early thirties who’s been so busy with work that I’ve lost all interest in fashion.”
If a normal schoolgirl at his age heard what he just said, she would at least make a face of disgust. But Kohaku didn’t care and showed her white teeth!
She pointed to the drawers under the closet.
“Check from there. My T-shirts are all made by sports manufacturers like Nike and New Balance, and Uniqlo.”
Natsuhiko muttered to himself, “I know I’ve no right to say this, but I think you should watch what you wear too…” He opened the top of the three-tiered drawers.
There he found,
“This is…”
White, navy blue, black, light blue, and so on. There were carefully folded panties and bras.
It was a peach garden in the ocean of the wardrobe that makes even the Tokugawa reserves seem dull.
The bra size made him realize the size of her cups.
While Natsuhiko froze with his eyes rolled back due to the nosebleed incident, Kohaku was perfectly normal.
“No, wrong one. That’s my underwear corner.”
“~~~~! Please specify which one first!”
“By the way, my favorite lingerie maker is…”
“Stop right there!”
Don’t you wonder which one is the man and which one is the girl?
When Natsuhiko looked at her clothes again, he realized something fundamental.
He realized that there was a difference between their carelessness about fashion.
Her choices were completely different.
Rather, it was only suitable for good-looking boys and beautiful girls.
It’s like the phenomenon of UNIQLO advertising flyers where foreigners look so elegant in a simple down and slacks outfit, but when many Japanese try to wear the same outfit, they look like midgets.
The similarities forces him to realize,
Yes. Life is truly unfair.