The Scariest Delinquent Girl In The Entire School, Rumored To Be Terrifying, Ended Up Sitting Next To Me. I Thought My School Life Was Over, But It Turns Out She's Actually An Incredibly Sweet Person. On Top Of That, She's A Stunning Beauty With Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, And A Curvaceous Figure—A Triple Threat! - Chapter 12: Because It's Out Of Spec...

Because It’s Out Of Spec…

Physical Education Class

For the boys, it was a moment of visual indulgence.

By high school, the physical development of the girls became noticeably remarkable.

In particular, it wasn’t unusual for high school girls these days to surpass an F cup, with some even reaching H cups.

“Whoa…”

Boys, in the throes of puberty, found themselves fascinated by the movement of the girls’ chests as they engaged in physical activities.

Even with proper support, motion was inevitable.

Among them, one stood out—Haruka.

Haruka’s physique, notably her exceptionally developed J-cup figure, was beyond the norm for a high school girl. Her movements during the class drew everyone’s attention.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

The boys’ excitement only grew louder.

“Yukio, your girlfriend is unbelievable,” Hidehiko remarked, his tone playful yet envious.

“Well, yeah, I suppose,” I responded.

I had grown accustomed to Haruka’s presence and appearance, even having moments of closer connection with her.

But watching her now, dressed in gym attire, with her natural movements emphasized by the setting, felt entirely different.

In this moment, her presence felt even more striking, almost overwhelming.

“Hey, Tachibana, everyone’s staring at your chest,” a classmate teased.

“Huh?”

“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate? I bet your boyfriend’s upset about it.”

“Well… I…”

The quiet exchange of whispers reached my ears.

***

“Yukio, let’s walk home together.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I quickly packed up my things.

“Man, Yukio, you are so lucky. Bet you’re gonna get to touch Tachibana’s chest all you want later, huh?”

“Hidehiko, cut it out.”

“Yeah, yeah. Congrats on being the guy living the dream.”

With the envious looks of Hidehiko and the rest of the boys following me, I left the classroom.

Stepping outside the school building, the slightly softened rays of the setting sun greeted us.

“Hey, Yukio,” Haruka began.

“Hm?”

“During today’s PE class… the boys, they were staring at my chest, weren’t they?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess they were,” I admitted, scratching my head.

“Did it bother you?”

“Well, I didn’t like it, but… there’s not much I can do about it. Honestly, I wish it was something only I could look at.”

I said it with a wry smile, trying to downplay my jealousy.

“In that case, come shopping with me after this,” she said suddenly.

“Sure, but what for?”

“I need to buy some bras.”

“Oh, uh, right. I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable going in, though.”

“It’s fine. Come on, let’s go.”

Before I could respond, Haruka took my hand and pulled me along, leading the way.

***

We didn’t go to a lingerie store—instead, we arrived at a sports shop.

“Wait, aren’t we here to buy bras?”

“Yeah, we are. Sports bras.”

“Sports bras… Oh, I see.”

“I don’t want other guys staring at my chest, you know. I want it to be just for you.”

“Haruka… you really are something else.”

“Why do you always say things like that?” she protested, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder.

We began browsing the store together, looking for the right sports bra.

“Ah, this might be it,” she said, spotting what she was looking for.

“So that’s a sports bra, huh? I think I’ve seen women wearing these in sports broadcasts sometimes.”

“Exactly. Hang on, I’m going to try these on.”

“Alright.”

Haruka picked a few options and headed to the fitting room. Meanwhile, I wandered around nearby, idly looking at other items.

A moment later, she peeked out from behind the curtain.

“Yukio, come here for a second.”

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Just come here.”

Confused, I approached the fitting room and leaned my head slightly past the curtain.

“Wha—?!”

I was stunned.

Haruka’s large chest was tightly packed into the sports bra, straining against the fabric. It looked as though it could burst free at any moment.

“I-I chose the biggest one they had, but it’s so tight… I forced it on, but it’s uncomfortable, and now I can’t take it off… Help me,” Haruka pleaded, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Okay, okay, let’s calm down. If we handle this carelessly and damage the item, it’ll be a problem. I’ll call a female store clerk to help you.”

I thought I handled the situation quite rationally.

Though, I have to admit, there was a tiny part of me that wanted to try assisting her myself. But these sports bras seemed pricey, so I quickly dismissed the thought.

I spotted a nearby female clerk and called her over for help.

“Hmm, with your size, it seems you’d need a custom-made one,” the clerk said with a sheepish smile, her gaze flickering briefly toward Haruka’s chest, tinged with a hint of envy.

“Does that mean it’s expensive?” Haruka asked hesitantly.

“Yes, custom orders do tend to be quite costly,” the clerk replied apologetically.

“Oh…”

Seeing Haruka lower her head in disappointment, I couldn’t help but speak up.

“Then I’ll get a part-time job,” I declared.

“Huh?”

“I was planning to work during the summer break anyway,” I explained.

But to my surprise, Haruka shook her head firmly.

“Why not?”

“Summer break is fine since there’s plenty of time, but if you work during the school term… I won’t get to spend as much time with you. I don’t like that,” she admitted softly.

“Haruka…”

Her words left me speechless, a warmth spreading through my chest at her sincerity.

For a brief moment, it felt like the world was just the two of us.

But then, noticing the store clerk smiling warmly at us, our faces turned bright red.

“If that’s the case, would you like to work here part-time?” she offered.

“Wait, what?” we both exclaimed in unison.

“We’re hiring temporary staff for just two days to help with inventory. The pay should be enough for you to buy the sports bra,” the clerk explained with a friendly grin.

“R-Really?” Haruka’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“That sounds great. Haruka, would you like to do it together?”

“Of course, if you’re joining me,” I replied.

We exchanged smiles, a quiet warmth settling between us.

“Alright then, let’s take care of both the sports bra order and the part-time job application. Just make sure you get your parents’ permission,” the clerk added.

“Understood. Haruka, will your parents be okay with it?”

“Yeah, they’ll be fine. I’ll call my mom and dad now to let them know.”

“Alright, that works.”

And just like that, it seemed like Haruka’s worries about her chest were on the way to being solved—at least a little.