The Story Of How I, A Gloomy Guy, Ended Up Surrounded By the Top-Tier Beautiful Girls In Class After A Seat Change - Chapter 112

A sleepover with Airi?!

An unexpected event that would make every guy envious beyond words suddenly appeared.

S-So, that means I’m spending the night…with Airi?

“Huh? Didn’t I mention that today we’ll be staying overnight?”

“N-No, you didn’t!?”

This reward is too much! My head is filled with nothing but pink-colored fantasies.

“Oh, could it be that Ryota’s house has a curfew or doesn’t allow sleepovers?”

“I don’t think that’s the case, but just in case, I’ll get permission later.”

“Really? Thanks, Ryota. Say hi to your mom for me.”

Airi doesn’t seem to mind staying over with someone of the opposite sex…She’s way too careless.

Even if we are just friends, I’m still a guy, you know? There’s always the possibility of me making a move…No, no, I’m way too much of a coward to do that.

(So, Airi doesn’t see me as a ‘guy,’ huh?)

She probably just sees me as a ‘close friend of the opposite sex.’

I was about to follow Airi into her house, but suddenly, she stopped in front of the sliding door of the old house.

“Huh? Airi?”

“Well…actually, I’m a little nervous about staying over with just the two of us, so I wanted Yuria and Rui-chan to come too, but…in the end, it’s just the two of us staying over.”

Airi said that with an embarrassed smile and furrowed brows.

“Maybe I am a little nervous after all.”

W-Wait a minute…Does that mean Airi is conscious of me as a guy…or, wait, what does she mean!?

I had a feeling this sleepover was going to be confusing.

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“I-I’m coming in.”

I bowed slightly, took off my shoes, and stepped inside. The floor creaked under my feet, and the walls were made of faded wood that had clearly aged. The sliding paper doors were practically begging to be poked through. Even though I’d never been here before, it felt like I was returning home.

(What is this house, some kind of nostalgia factory?)

“Hey, Grandma. Is there a room where we can sleep?”

“Well, there’s only that one room left. The other rooms are full of stuff.”

It seemed like Airi and her grandma were discussing which room we’d be sleeping in tonight.

“What room is she talking about?”

“The attic!”

“T-The attic?”

I thought there wouldn’t be a second floor since the house was so old, but apparently, there was an attic. Airi led me to a ladder that led to the attic, and we climbed up.

“So this is the attic room.”

It was a decently sized room with a slanted ceiling shaped by the roof. A carpet covered the floor, and aside from a chest of drawers and a low table, there was nothing else—just an empty, plain room.

(Looks like this room isn’t used for storage.)

Airi opened a small window in the room to let some air in. A cool breeze swept through the dusty attic.

“I love this room. It feels like a secret base, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s the perfect room to awaken your inner child.”

“Muu, Airi isn’t a child anymore!”

No matter how you look at it, Airi is still a child. Except for her huge breasts.

“So, is it okay if I sleep here?”

“Yup! Tonight, we’ll lay out the futons here and sleep, and then wake up early tomorrow for the bug-catching competition!”

“Got it…Wait, what? Lay out the futons?”

“Yup!”

“A-Airi, you’re sleeping here too?”

“Of course! This house is small, so the only place to sleep is this attic.”

N-No way!

So that means I’m actually spending the night with Airi…I didn’t even bring that with me!

“If you don’t want to, I can sleep under the dining table…”

“Don’t sleep in a place like that! It’s fine, we can sleep here.”

Even though I tried to sound reluctant, I was secretly very happy.

“…Really? Then let’s sleep together?”

“O-Okay.”

I don’t know what Airi’s thinking, but I haven’t slept in the same room as a girl since nap time in kindergarten. This is making me really nervous…

(If things escalate and we end up staying ‘together until morning,’ I won’t be able to focus on bug-catching at all…)

“Oh! Look, I found this!”

As I was bending forward, my mind filled with inappropriate thoughts, Airi suddenly pulled something out of the chest of drawers.

“Is that a photo?”

“Yup! It’s a picture of my grandma when she was young! She was super beautiful, wasn’t she?”

“Hmm…Huh!?”

The black-and-white photo Airi handed me showed her grandmother when she was young…but…

(Airi’s grandma…has insanely huge breasts!)

In the photo, Airi’s grandma stood by the beach wearing a pure white dress. Even though her hairstyle looked like something straight out of that famous cartoon, her breasts were so massive that it wouldn’t be allowed on a Sunday evening TV show. It was absurdly voluptuous and incredibly sensual.

(So, Airi’s grandma used to have such huge breasts too…S-So this is…the genes of big breasts.)

Now I really want to see what Airi’s mother looks like.

“I can’t wait to grow up into an adult woman like her.”

“Don’t worry. You’re already amazing.”

“You just treated me like a kid a moment ago, and now you’re saying I’m amazing? What do you mean?”

Big-breasted Grandma (aka BB) passed on something incredible to Airi. BG, your genes are top-notch.

“Ryota? Why do you look so enlightened?”

“Oh, uh, it’s nothing. So, you mentioned earlier that we’d be doing something this evening? What’s that?”

“Hehe, thanks for asking! This evening, we’re going to spread the ‘honey’!”

“H-Honey?”