The Story Of How I, A Gloomy Guy, Ended Up Surrounded By the Top-Tier Beautiful Girls In Class After A Seat Change - Chapter 102

I decided to walk home with Yuria today since we planned to study together after school.
Yuria walked next to me, swaying her voluminous and alluring thighs as usual.

“Ryota, why are you looking this way? Are you staring at my thighs again?”

“…No. I’m looking at Yuria’s ‘big thighs.'”

“That’s still thighs. If you’re going to make excuses, at least be a bit more clever…”

I no longer hesitate to look at Airi’s huge breasts and Yuria’s thighs (and Rui’s belly button, which I get to see without asking), as it’s almost officially allowed now.

“Ryota, you really like my legs, don’t you? Look at my face a bit more too.”

Yuria said, sounding slightly angry.

Perhaps as a gyaru, she wants me to look at her face, which she worked hard to put makeup on, rather than her thighs.

Personally, I’d like her to put makeup (like fishnet stockings) on her thighs too.

“Hey! Stop with the usual chat, we need to hurry and study today.”

“Oh right, that’s true. So where are we having this study session? The nearby Sno-To?”

“Of course, it’s at your house, Ryota.”

“…Huh?”

“Don’t you want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”

I had a feeling it might be this… my room again.

It’s about the fourth time I’m letting a girl into my room (excluding Tanaka), so I’m getting used to it.

(Especially with Yuria, she already knows a lot, and since she’s an otaku friend, I don’t have to hide anything, so it’s comfortable.)

I can be as relaxed with her as I am with Tanaka, so there’s no need to hold back… but the only thing is, I tend to stare at her body (especially her thighs) if I’m not careful, so even though I have permission, there’s a limit, and I need to be cautious.

“Alright, my room is fine. It might be a bit messy, but don’t complain.”

“……”

“Hm? What’s wrong, Yuria?”
“Ryota, there’s something that’s been bothering me a bit.”

“Bothering you? What is it?”

“Lately, Ryota… you seem to be getting quite *used to girls*, don’t you?”

“…Huh?”

“Like just now, you don’t seem to mind having me in your room at all, and you give off this vibe of being really comfortable around girls.”

Yuria says, frowning and narrowing her eyes.

M-Me… used to girls!?

“No way! No way! A 16-year-old guy who hasn’t even held hands with a girl couldn’t possibly be used to girls!”

“Well, when we first met at the arcade, you seemed super virgin-like, but recently you give off this vibe of a guy who’s made multiple girls cry, you know?”

“What kind of vibe is that! No matter how you look at it, I’m just a gloomy otaku boy with an unremarkable face!”

It’s sad to say about myself, but no matter how you look at it, I don’t seem like a player or a jerk.

“I’m sure I only seem that way when I’m talking to Yuria, who understands me best. Probably.”
“Hmm… only when you’re with me, huh?”

As I try to explain, Yuria’s expression softens.

“Well, I guess that’s fine then.”

“What do you mean ‘that’s fine’?”

“If it’s fine, it’s fine. More importantly, Ryota, want to go to the arcade after the test? There’s a new Milk-tan prize. This time it’s the cow swimsuit one.”

“Oh, okay.”

Where did the displeased Yuria from earlier go… Well, if the misunderstanding is cleared up, it’s fine.

(Still, getting used to girls… huh?)

I wonder if it means I’m gradually getting used to talking with girls while sharing secrets with the three of them?

I hadn’t realized it, but now that Yuria mentions it, I do feel that way.

Maybe it means we’ve gotten that much closer…?

“What’s up, Ryota? Now you’re grinning.”

“It’s nothing. Let’s get back to talking about the big-breasted figurine.”

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We came back to my house for the study session with Yuria… but.

“R-Ryota! You…”

As soon as I got home, my mom, who was home all day because her part-time job was off, came to the entrance with a pale face.

“D-Don’t tell me you’re two-timing…”

“No way! They’re both just friends.”

“Excuse me for intruding, Mrs. Ryota’s Mom.”

“Ah, yes. Please take care of my son for a long time.”

My mom, who quickly adapted despite suspecting two-timing, bowed repeatedly as she watched us go up the stairs.
It was good that I didn’t mention Rui had come to my room.

“Ryota, your mom is so young and cute. You don’t look much like her though.”
“Sorry for taking after my dad.”

I let Yuria into my room and set up the low table and cushions, just like when Airi came.

“As expected, no matter how many times I come, Ryota’s room is such an otaku room… Oh, can I read this manga?”
“You can read as much as you want, but today we’re supposed to study—”

That’s when it happened.

“Ah…”

When Yuria took out the manga book, a light brown box that was on top of the manga fell to her feet and… Hmnmm!?!?

That was… the condom I bought before studying with Airi.

I’ll skip explaining what kind of condom it is, but a condom is a condom.

(Damn it! Because they found out about the stuff under the bed before, I hid the stuff in the gap of the bookshelf!)

It was too late. Yuria was focusing more on the fallen item than the manga, and I couldn’t hide it anymore.

Oh, crap.

“What’s this box… Oh! I’ve seen this character before! I think the name was Da… Huh? Wait a minute. What is this?”

Yuria went ahead and opened Pandora’s box.