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 23: Do You Want To Do Some Exciting Exercise?

Do You Want To Do Some Exciting Exercise?

Sweat dripped down, falling in droplets.

“Haa, haa…”

Right in front of me, Haruka was gasping for breath, her chest rising and falling heavily.

“Yukio… I can’t… I’ve reached my limit.”

“Hang in there, Haruka. Just a little more.”

“But… ngh! Haa, haa…”

“Almost there… just a little more patience.”

“Really? Just a little more?”

“Yes, so keep going. This is the final push.”

“Haa, haa…”

Haruka clenched her teeth, enduring the last stretch.

“I’m starting the countdown. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… zero!”

I called out firmly.

And then, Haruka threw her head back—

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Under the blue sky, she collapsed onto the ground.

“…Haa, haa.”

Still gripping the jump rope tightly, Haruka exhaled in rough breaths.

I pressed the stop button on my smartphone’s timer.

“You did great, Haruka. That was impressive.”

“Hehe… Do you think I lost a little weight?”

Lying flat on the ground, she held up a peace sign.

“Yeah, maybe.”

It all started a few days ago.

“Whaaaaaaaah!”

I had come over to Haruka’s house, and while she was taking a shower, I was preparing dinner.

“What’s wrong, Haruka!?”

Startled by her sudden scream, I rushed to the changing room.

There she stood—her damp hair clinging to her body, completely naked.

Wow, still as stunning as ever—wait, focus.

“Did you see a bug or something?”

It was summer, after all, so I figured that was the case.

“N-no, it’s not that…”

Her eyes welled up slightly with tears.

I found myself flustered.

“It’s just… I gained weight.”

“…Huh?”

Looking down, I noticed she was standing on a scale.

“That’s it?”

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it’!? This is a life-or-death issue for a girl, you know!”

“But honestly, if your weight went up, it’s probably because…”

My gaze drifted toward her chest, which seemed ready to burst at any moment.

Flustered, she quickly covered herself.

“Pervert♡”

And so, Haruka’s diet began.

Currently, we were sweating it out at the local park.

It was Obon season, and while most people were busy with family gatherings, we had no such plans. As a result, the park was completely deserted—meaning no one else could hear Haruka’s rather suggestive voice.

“Haruka, I’ve told you so many times—you’re not fat. If anything, most guys actually prefer a bit of softness.”

“I know… but I still want to lose weight.”

Still lying on the ground, she pouted.

For the record, she was wearing a T-shirt, training pants, and a sports bra.

Normally, a sports bra would keep things in place.

But during her jump rope session, her chest had bounced wildly, as if trying to defy gravity.

J-cup, huh? Honestly, they might have grown even bigger… at this point, they were beyond measurable.

“You’re staring at my boobs again, Yukio.”

“No, I was just thinking… they really are something.”

“Maybe I should just shrink them.”

“Wait, what?”

Seeing my reaction, Haruka chuckled.

“Kidding. Geez, you really are obsessed with them.”

“Aha…ha…”

Well, I couldn’t deny it.

In fact, anyone who saw them would probably become just as fixated.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to lose weight while keeping my bust size intact.”

“Just don’t push yourself too hard. You’re already more than attractive enough.”

“Thanks, Yukio♡”

She planted a quick kiss on my cheek.

“Alright, I’ll join you in training.”

“Really? Thanks, darling♡”

“Oh, but we only have one jump rope.”

“Then let’s do this.”

Haruka stepped closer, facing me directly.

“Huh?”

“Let’s jump together, in sync.”

“Uh, wait—”

“Alright, starting now♪”

Before I could stop her, she swung the rope.

“One, two, three, four♪”

At first, she jumped with an easy rhythm.

“Five, six, seven, eight♪ Come on, Yukio, count with me!”

“O-okay…”

As I nodded, my gaze naturally drifted downward.

A snug T-shirt.

A sports bra struggling to contain—

‘Mmm, Yukio, squeeze me~♡’

I could almost hear them calling out to me.

No, no, focus.

Haruka was taking this seriously.

I needed to suppress my wandering thoughts.

Just as I tried to enter my Zen state—

“Ngh!”

Haruka let out an unexpected moan.

“Haa, haa… Yukio, this is tough… Maybe it’s because my chest is so heavy?”

“Well, um… possibly?”

“Amazing… You’re still going strong. Come to think of it, you always last long in bed too, right?”

“W-wait, what!?”

“That’s it! This isn’t just a diet—it’s stamina training! If I build endurance here, I can keep up with you better in bed… Ahhh~!”

Her sultry voice echoed in the empty park, rattling my brain.

“Ahh, ahhh, Yukio… Yukiooo!”

“Haruka! Just because no one’s around doesn’t mean you can scream like that!!”

“But… we’re facing each other, working out together, and yet I keep making these noises…”

As her face started melting into an almost intoxicated expression, I panicked and turned away mid-jump.

“Nooo, I want to see your face while we do this~!”

“S-sorry, Haruka! I can’t take it anymore, so I need to—”

“Ngh! No, I want to finish while looking at youuu~!”

“Aaaaaaaaahhh! Why does jumping rope have to sound this lewd!?”

I finally snapped.

“Ahhh, I can’t take it anymoreeeee!”

Haruka let out one final scream.

Her hands faltered, disrupting the rhythm, and I tripped over the rope.

Losing balance, I tumbled forward.

Fortunately, I managed to brace myself and avoid face-planting.

“Haa, haa… Yukio, you were supposed to fall on top of me, you know? That’s how rom-coms work… You fail as a protagonist.”

Still breathless, she pouted.

“Uh… my bad.”

“I can’t walk anymore. Carry me.”

“Uh… okay, I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”

“I wanted a princess carry… but fine.”

She sighed in mock disappointment.

“In that case, I’m going to smother you with my chest the whole way.”

“…Wait, what were we even doing again?”

I had completely lost sight of our original goal.