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 29: This Is Our Youth...!

This Is Our Youth…!

As usual, we were at Haruka’s apartment after school.

Haruka was deeply engrossed in reading a manga.

“Is it that interesting?” I asked.

She looked up.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t just call it interesting… It caught my attention.”

Saying that, she turned the manga around to show me a page.

“This is…”

The illustration depicted a scene where a well-endowed female character bounced a ball off her chest with remarkable elasticity.

“Do you think I could do this too?”

“Yeah, I think you could pull it off easily.”

After all, Haruka was well-endowed herself.

“…Oh, I just got a great idea.”

“You’ve been getting a lot of those lately.”

“Let’s play a chest rally!”

“A… chest rally?”

I tilted my head in confusion.

“Uh, I think I left it somewhere around here…”

Haruka walked over to a box in the corner of the room.

As she bent down, her skirt lifted slightly, revealing her underwear—striped blue, for the record.

“Found it!”

“That’s…?”

“A super ball!”

“Oh, wow. That brings back memories. So, what are you planning to do with it?”

“Like this…”

Haruka lightly pressed the ball against her chest.

Boing! It bounced and landed on the tatami mat.

“I was thinking… if I do it right, maybe I can make it bounce higher and farther.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. That’s just a manga scene—it might not work the same way in reality.”

“Let’s give it a try. Help me out, Yukio!”

“What exactly do you need me to do?”

“Throw the ball at my chest.”

“Wait, what? Can I even do that properly?”

“It’s fine! We’ll get better with practice. Just try it!”

“…Alright.”

Holding the super ball, I suddenly felt like a kid again.

“Let’s start with a soft underhand throw.”

“Okay, go ahead!”

I tossed the ball gently, making sure it wouldn’t hurt her.

It hit her chest, bounced once, and landed on the tatami.

“That was too soft. The point of a rally is for you to throw it, and I’ll bounce it back to you.”

“Oh, I see…”

“Try throwing it from above this time.”

“Wait, are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. Even if you throw it too hard, my chest’s elasticity will absorb the impact—chest guard mode, you know?”

“Haha… alright.”

I chuckled nervously before attempting a slightly stronger throw from above.

Ideally, the ball would hit the upper part of her chest, but my aim was off—it went lower than intended.

“Ah…!”

The moment the ball made contact, Haruka let out a short, breathy gasp.

“Haruka?! Are you okay?!”

I rushed over to her. She was holding her chest, trembling slightly.

“…It hit the tip.”

“What? No way… I didn’t think my aim was that precise. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay… Sometimes you pinch too hard, so I can handle this.”

Despite the slight tears in her eyes, she smiled at me.

“Haruka…”

“Yukio, I think I’m getting hooked on this. We should train!”

“You did read a lot of sports manga recently…”

What started as a simple game had somehow turned into a serious training session.

I had to master throwing the ball with just the right amount of force—not too strong, but not too weak either—so I kept practicing.

Haruka, on the other hand, wasn’t just waiting for the ball to hit her chest; she actively tried to position herself for the best bounce.

She even increased her daily chest exercises.

She ate foods believed to enhance bust growth, like cabbage and fried chicken.

She was serious about improving her “technique.”

And so, this routine continued for about a week.

Then came the big day.

“Haruka, how many bounces should we aim for?”

“Let’s start with ten.”

“Got it.”

I grabbed the ball.

Haruka got into position.

Both of us were now dressed in T-shirts and shorts for better mobility.

“Ready? Go!”

I threw the ball.

With precise control, it arced toward her chest.

The moment it made contact, Haruka adjusted her movement slightly, making the ball float gently in the air.

It traced a perfect arc and returned to me.

“We did it! That was perfect!”

“Nice job, Haruka.”

“You too, Yukio!”

As we continued, our coordination improved, and our rally became smoother.

I threw.

She bounced it back.

At this point, it was more like volleyball than a rally.

Who would’ve thought we’d end up playing volleyball… with a chest pass?

It was ridiculous.

“Haruka, does it hurt?”

“Nope, I trained thoroughly for this week.”

“Impressive.”

“Alright, Yukio, this is the final one!”

“Okay. Here goes!”

“Bring it on!”

Maybe it was nerves, but my aim was slightly off.

“Damn!”

The ball was heading too low, about to hit the ground.

“Not on my watch!”

Haruka dove forward.

With a flawless motion, she made contact—executing what could only be described as a flying receive.

The ball soared back into the air, tracing a gentle arc.

It landed perfectly in my hands.

“We did it, Haruka…”

I spoke in a trembling voice as I turned to her.

“Yukio… we did it.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“No, it’s because you were here that I achieved this.”

Feeling an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, we embraced each other tightly.

“Oh, right. Hand me the ball.”

“Hm?”

Haruka took it, then, for some reason, took off her T-shirt.

Now in just her bra, she slipped the ball between her cleavage.

“Our winning ball,” she said with a cheeky smile.

“Haha… You really are a bold one, Haruka.”

“Same to you, Yukio.”

We both burst into laughter.

***

“Hey, Mika, do you hear all that noise next door? Should we ask them to keep it down?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just a silly couple fooling around.”

Yamamoto Mika said casually, munching on a cookie as she glanced at the wall.