Chapter 79: Materialization Training

What am I even doing? To an outsider, it might look like a bizarre yet blissful scene. But for those involved, it’s nothing short of unbearable.

“Small is more sensitive, and the shape is better too.”

“Yeah…”

I’m receiving an utterly empty lecture on the virtues of flat-chestedness. Of course, I have no say in the matter—it’s more compulsory than even mandatory education.

Naturally, it doesn’t end with just words. I’m being forced to play with Kaede’s breasts. No, I’m only permitted to play with them.

I wrap them in my palm, trace them with my fingers, recreate their color with paint, take photos from various angles, pull, knead, sketch, smell, and taste—everything.

In short, I must single-mindedly do something to Kaede’s chest. No other action is allowed.

“Even when I’m not here, you better not toy with them so much that you see hallucinations of my breasts.”

Why do I have to conjure up an imaginary pair of my childhood friend’s breasts?

“Even without the real thing, you should come to know the sensation.”

What the hell—what exactly does she want me to do? What is she expecting from me? What kind of scene is this? Some kind of ability-development segment from an extraordinary battle manga?

“…At the very least, they’ll appear in today’s dream.”

“Sounds good! Keep it up!”

Thank you for the high ratings. But could you let me go soon? I’ve been rock hard in the lower half for over an hour, and it’s starting to hurt.

I even just took a shower, yet I’m still getting a bit wet.

“By the way, whether in everyday life or in dreams, I’m filled with Kogorou’s dick.”

Isn’t that just a nightmare? This guy—his everyday life revolves around cock. At least, couldn’t you imagine my face?

“Of course, even when you’re eating.”

That totally changes the meaning of “side dish.” And honestly, this retort gives me déjà vu.

“I think I’ve gotten enough of the merits of flat-chestedness…”

“You’re not flat-chested, you know? It’s an unadulterated, lean work of art!”

Shut up, seriously, this guy.

You said it yourself—how you were desperately searching for ways to make them bigger. You admitted they were small.

“For now, do a sketchbook’s worth of drawings. Oh, and cum is fine too.”

I really didn’t want to hear the word “cum” coming from Kaede’s mouth. The Kaede of my memories was gentle and pure…

“Even if I jump, they won’t sway. But with Kogorou’s hand, you can make them jiggle. Understand?”

“Yeah, I get it…”

“Mmm… Ah…”

Even after more than an hour of playing with them, you still aren’t moaning? I mean… has it really been an hour? Ryu-chan hasn’t woken up at all—are you okay!?

Judging by the movement of his chest, he seems to be breathing fine, though…

“Why are you looking at Ryu-chan’s breasts? Are they attractive even through clothes? With the best pair of breasts right in front of you, why are you even looking at that? They say girls are sensitive to where you direct your gaze, but that goes for gazes aimed at anyone other than yourself, too. You’re always checking out other girls, aren’t you? Why do you include anyone besides me in your field of vision? Even in the classroom, it’s the same. Don’t cast your gaze on any girl other than me. Block them all out as if they’re blind spots. Don’t acknowledge them. Whether they’re right in front of you or you bump into them—don’t acknowledge them. The moment you do, it’s cheating. And don’t listen to their voices. If you listen to them, it’s cheating. Even during class, keep your eyes on me. You don’t need to pay attention to the lesson—just enjoy your conversation with the me of your fantasies. By the way, the other day, you were talking with a girl from class, weren’t you? Huh? You were? See, that ama was collecting notebooks and you were chatting. If Kogorou had promptly submitted your notebook at the teacher’s desk, that conversation could’ve been avoided, you know? Why didn’t you turn it in? Yeah, I know. You wanted opportunities to interact with other females besides me, didn’t you? Hey, that notebook… is it really just a transcript of the board notes? Or maybe… you’re using it to exchange messages? No, you’re definitely doing it. It’s completely black. Blacker than Sumire-chan’s breasts. Hey, Sumire-chan’s breasts just flashed through your mind, didn’t they? Why are you thinking about another girl right in front of me? That’s enough—hand over your notebook and textbook. If I find any evidence that you’ve been interacting with another girl, even I won’t know what I’ll do! If you confess quietly, I’ll forgive you by letting you have one child, okay? Ah, I see—you’re adamant about sticking with ‘white,’ aren’t you? Fine, if you’re going that far, I’ll believe you. But if I find any traces, be prepared: you’ll have to bear two children.”

The chapter where worrying about a passed-out person’s well-being got me branded a cheater

“Don’t use childbirth as a threat. It’s the mystery of life, you know?”

“Kids, kids!”

What’s with that unique kind of expectation? In a way, it’s a life that was more desired than anyone else’s, yet I can’t shake the feeling it’s destined for misery.

While I’m trembling in fear, she starts carefully examining the notebook with a magnifying glass. I’ll let it slide that she managed to find the magnifying glass in an instant—even though I, its owner, had forgotten where I stashed it. She probably knows this house better than I do.

“Hmm? There’s something written after the erased part.”

Of course there is. Even I use an eraser.

“Huh? Aren’t these kanji wrong? Could it be a cipher…?”

It’s just a typo. Thanks for noticing.

“Hmm… Could it be scorched out?”

“You’d better stop that, or you’ll end up repeating the year.”

Have you ever seen me write with tangerine juice? I mean, has anyone in modern times ever done that? That method died out in the early Heisei era, didn’t it?

“The texture of the paper isn’t any different from mass-produced ones. Could there be a cipher in the barcode on the back…?”

It’s just a product identification code—used for store inventory management, that’s all.

“Maybe the simple line drawn there is suspicious? Some kind of special ink…”

It’s just a highlighter.

You took the same class, right? You probably drew lines in the same place, too.

This is such a hassle, honestly. But I guess it’s better than you losing control. While we’re busy with this farce, there’s a chance Kaede might calm down…

“No…”

It seems the Sleeping Beauty, who was rumored dead, has finally regained consciousness. Good…

“Ah, Ryu-san! You’re awake…”

“Kya!?”

Ah… I’m totally naked and rock hard. I forgot because today I’ve spent less time dressed than undressed. In fact, even the time I’m not rock hard is even shorter.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah…”

This is no good—you’re completely losing it. And seriously, you’re staring too intently at someone’s crotch.

“H-hide it! How long are you going to keep flashing it?”

“S-sorry!”

You’re absolutely right, but you shouldn’t be saying that while glaring like that. Your eyes are as wide as if they’d been enhanced by purikura effects.

“What the hell is happening here!? And, what is this place…? It smells so strongly of Saka-chan… Ah, could it be this bed…!?”

Eh, do you also have super high-school-level olfactory skills? Do yandere even get stronger? Now that I think about it, this person was swinging a bench around effortlessly. And that bespectacled girl was also trying to commit suicide by drowning with outrageous brute strength.

“K-Knocked out on the bed… And Saka-chan, completely naked and with that thing all hard… Could it be that while I was knocked out…!?”

Ah, it feels like I’m about to be falsely accused. They’re completely twisted up. They really misunderstand me.

“Um, Ryu…”

“Bieee! Even though it was my first time! How dare you use me without permission! I’ve been turned into perforated konnyaku! Ueee!”

Uh, oh no! She’s gone into full-blown crying mode! And she even flung open all the windows and started screaming! The neighbors are going to label her a hypnotic rapist! And as if that weren’t enough, there’s already a rumor going around that, thanks to those sutras, she’s got nuns at her beck and call.

“Ryu-san! Please calm down! Close the windows!”

I grab hold of Ryu-san, who’s leaning out the window and screaming continuously. It’s dangerous both visually and physically, so I need her to settle down.

“Kogoro? Why are you clinging to Ryu-chan? And why are you naked, rubbing your rock-hard dick?”

I’m not clinging—I’m restraining her! The reason is obvious! And being naked and rock hard? That’s entirely your fault.

“W-wait, is it touching your ass… ah, ah, ah… is this guy even going that far…!?”

See! It’s because Kaede said something extra that now you’re suspicious of me!

Enough already—calm down… grunt… That absurd brute strength is out of hand!

Ugh!? If these high school girls outside see this dangerous scene… oh no…

“Hey! I’m coming over there now! Don’t even think about running away—stay just as you are!”

Of all people, it’s Momiji… Why did you come unannounced? And at this worst possible timing…