The Story Of How I, A Gloomy Guy, Ended Up Surrounded By the Top-Tier Beautiful Girls In Class After A Seat Change - Chapter 161-162

Chapter 161: Cosplay Showdown ♡ A New Twist

“Whoa… Ryota, seriously—”

“W-What? Stop staring so much!”

Once again, I’ve fallen prey to Yuria’s antics. Following the cultural festival, here I am, cross-dressing again.

“It totally suits you—maid outfits, I mean.”

“S-Shut up!”

This time, it’s even worse… I’m wearing the same maid outfit as Yuria.

A black frilly one-piece with a white apron on top, paired with a blonde, princess-style curly wig and a white headband.

The unfamiliar skirt feels strange as always, no matter how many times I wear one. It’s breezy, leaving my lower half feeling exposed and uneasy.

(This is the worst… I was looking forward to enjoying today’s cosplay meet with reckless lust, but instead, I’ve been hit with a counter like this.)

“Ryota, since you don’t have much leg hair, cross-dressing suits you. Oh, let me know if you start growing any. I’ll help clean it up with hair removal cream again, just like during the cultural festival.”

“I am never doing that again!”

She makes it sound like losing to M●ark and becoming Z● is my fate or something.

Smooth legs are a disgrace to men!

“Ah, I laughed so much. I got some great embarrassing photos of you in that maid outfit, Ryota, so that’s good for now.”

“‘Good for now’…?”

“Anyway, how’s my maid outfit? Honestly, I’m super embarrassed.”

While I was changing into this maid outfit in Yuria’s room earlier, she stuck to our agreement and put on her own maid outfit in the otaku room.

It’s the same black-and-white frilly theme as mine, but the difference is… the sheer volume.

The frills around her breasts are so tight they look like they might burst. Her thighs—no, thick thighs—peek out from under the loose skirt.

Her thighs press against each other so tightly it feels like a battle of sweets trying not to spill.

“Hey, Ryota. You’re staring at my legs way too much.”

“…”

“Hey, Ryota! Are you even listening? This isn’t an art museum!”

“Huh? S-Sorry, Yuria. I got so excited I lost my words.”

“W-What? Honestly, you’re so… well, kind of what I expected.”

Yuria looks exasperated but blushes slightly.

I’ve suspected for a while that Yuria likes having her thighs complimented. What kind of fetish is that?

“Yuria, your thighs are seriously huge. This could definitely get you banned from the cultural festival for being too sexy.”

“I didn’t get banned!”

“Uh, can I take a photo?”

“Why are you so polite…? Fine, but no taking photos from underneath, okay?”

“Yesss!”

I pull my phone from the apron pocket of my maid outfit and start snapping cosplay photos to my heart’s content.

This… this is basically a thigh buffet.

Unlimited viewing, unlimited photos—a divine banquet without a time limit.

“Yuria! Can you sit on that chair next? I want to get a shot of your thighs spreading out!”

“Sigh… Fine. Ryota, you really love my… thighs, don’t you? There are plenty of other girls with big thighs, you know.”

“It has to be yours, Yuria!”

“Eh…? W-Why?”

“Because no one else is as cute as you, with breasts that big and thighs that thick! Yuria, you’re one of a kind to me!”

“Y-You’re too passionate about this. Fine, I get it. If you love me that much, take all the photos you want.”

“Yuria… Yes!”

After hearing my desperate thigh-loving speech, Yuria seems to understand.

Wait… could this mean… could I touch her thighs again, like before?

Ever since that incident on the bus, Yuria has mysteriously allowed me to touch her thighs.

I want to touch them again.

Swallowing hard, I put my phone back in my pocket.

“H-Hey, Yuria.”

“What is it? Why so serious all of a sudden?”

“A-Actually… can I touch your thig—”

Ding dong ding dong!

As I was about to ask, the doorbell suddenly interrupts.

“Damn it… Who’s showing up now? Yuria, are you planning to dress me up in another costume?”

“No way! I don’t know who it is this time!”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure! Where’s the trust you just had for me a second ago?”

Still skeptical, I keep staring at her thighs while talking.

Sorry, the only thing I trust is your thighs…

“But wait a second. The way this doorbell is ringing…”

“What? Is it someone you know?”

“Y-Yeah… Sorry, Ryota! Close your eyes for a second!”

“Huh? O-Okay.”

I shut my eyes as she asked.

Wait, this sound… the rustling of fabric… Don’t tell me!

“Yuria! Are you—”

“I’m changing! If you even peek, I’ll kill you!”

“You’re changing?! Can I open them now?”

“I said no! I’ll gouge your eyes out!”

“O-Okay, sorry!”

Yuria changes at a speed that could rival a stylish quick-change scene from some action game, back into her usual hot pants and casual outfit.

“Ryota, stay in this room, okay? Don’t come out!”

With that, she leaves the room.

Could it really be someone she knows this time?

Though, knowing her, it’s probably just another prank to mess with me. Maybe another cosplay outfit or something.

That’s what I thought, but…

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Chapter 162: An Incredibly Erotic Visitor

A sudden visitor.

And the frustration of not being able to touch her.

The blood that had rushed to my lower body like a roller coaster was finally returning to my brain (makes no sense), and my depraved thoughts quickly gave way to normal reasoning (post-nut clarity).

“Judging by how panicked Yuria was, it’s not a cosplay delivery or anything… Could it really be Rui this time?”

But Rui’s in the middle of interhigh competitions, so… probably not.

If that’s the case, it could be Airi, a nearby resident, or maybe one of Yuria’s relatives.

“That way of ringing the intercom…”

Yuria muttered under her breath.

The way she said it, it’s like she recognized the visitor just from the way they rang the bell. That means it’s someone who comes here often, right?

But her friends are all busy… So, could it possibly be… her boyfriend?!

Yuria says she doesn’t have a boyfriend, but she’s a full-fledged modern gyaru living her best life. It wouldn’t be surprising if she did.

If it’s her boyfriend, her rushing to change clothes and dashing out of her room makes perfect sense.

“So, Yuria, you finally let it slip… Doing all those pervy things with me, while having a boyfriend the whole time…”

But if it’s her boyfriend, that’s really bad!

Everything I’ve been doing would make me the villain of an NTR plot!

“I-I need to change clothes fast! Wait, my clothes are in Yuria’s room!”

While I was panicking on my own, I heard loud voices coming from the entrance.

I need to figure out what they’re talking about first.

Yuria’s otaku room is next to her bedroom and closer to the front door, so I pressed my ear to the door to listen in.

Hmm? The visitor’s voice… it’s high-pitched.

“This voice… isn’t it a guy?”

That means it’s not her boyfriend.

Somewhere deep down, I felt relieved.

Maybe it’s because I want to trust Yuria when she said she didn’t have a boyfriend. Or maybe it’s because I want to keep touching her thighs without guilt.

Even I don’t know which it is.

Either way, now I can touch Yuria’s thighs without worry.

…But if Yuria doesn’t have a boyfriend, who could it be? That’s the real question.

Curious, I cracked the door open slightly.

What I saw was… even through the small gap, it was clear: a ridiculously busty girl in a white T-shirt…

“Sorry for dropping by without calling, Yuria!”

A-Airi?!

Standing at the entrance was Airi, dressed like a bug-catching boy in a thin white T-shirt and shorts, likely because of the heat.

So, Yuria recognized the intercom ring because it was Airi?

But something’s off. Airi was supposed to have work today.

“What’s up? Didn’t you say you were busy today, Airi?”

“Uh, it was a temp job, but! Something came up! The supervisor messed up, so it got canceled last minute!”

“Wait, what kind of job was it?”

“Uh, w-well! That’s not important! I realized I hadn’t returned the fashion magazine I borrowed from you before summer break, so I brought it back!”

It seems Airi had a temp job scheduled, but it was canceled, leaving her free to return Yuria’s magazine.

I wonder how she hasn’t been caught working part-time yet… Well, she managed to cover for her fake boyfriend, so she must be pretty good at lying.

“As an apology for being late, I brought some ice cream!”

Airi, ice cream on a hot day? I mean, it makes sense, but still…

“Hey, let me in, Yuria! The ice cream’s gonna melt, and your air-conditioned room sounds amazing!”

As expected, she’s coming inside.

Now that I think about it, Airi did mention her AC at home wasn’t working well.

(Airi… did you use the magazine return as an excuse to come here and cool off?)

Of all times, why now… What will Yuria do?

Yuria hid my shoes at the entrance, but Airi has a sharp sense of smell. Things could get messy.

“Alright, come in,” Yuria said after a brief hesitation.

She doesn’t have much of a choice. There’s no way she could say, ‘Sorry, Ryota and I are having a pervy cosplay session, so not today.’

“Excuse the intrusion! Wow, even the hallway’s cool in here!”

It might feel cool, but our hearts are racing like crazy.

As I peeked at them through the door crack, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my maid apron.

“Huh? A message from Yuria?”

“Yuria: You know the situation, so stay in the otaku room no matter what. Got it?”

Yuria… Understood.

I replied with an anime sticker saying ‘Roger that!’ and put my phone away.

If I stay here, I should be fine.

And once Airi finishes her ice cream, she’ll leave, right? She won’t stay long.

Might as well relax and browse Yuria’s otaku goods…

“…Oh, this is…”

That’s when I noticed.

I placed a hand on my lower abdomen.

“This is bad… Thanks to the clarity and relief, I’ve been hit by…”

—A sudden and overwhelming need to pee.