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

Chapter 32:

Despite being bewildered by Rui Kuroki, I managed to reach the station in the neighboring town somehow.

(Encountering Kuroki on a Sunday morning was unexpected.)

Our elementary schools were different, but since Kuroki and I live relatively close by, bumping into each other at the station wasn’t particularly strange.

But running into Ichinose on the day we were going to see a movie… that was unexpected.

(Kuroki was quite cute before club activities.)

Contrary to the image of a demure black-haired beauty, Kuroki, who was in a ponytail and track team jersey exuded an energetic athletic girl style… It was unexpectedly nice.

(If it weren’t for her perfectionism and crazy emotions, Kuroki would be a stunning beauty… But among the three, her secrets are the darkest.)

“Ugh, I haven’t stopped thinking about Kuroki since earlier. Today should be about Ichinose’s thighs though—”

“Hey, what about my thighs?”

“Huh?”

Once again, a beautiful girl appeared behind me.

This time, it was Yuria Ichinose who spoke to me.

She wore a sheer white short-sleeved top with a black and white cardigan over it, paired with high-waisted denim shorts that shamelessly exposed her irresistibly plump thighs.

Her usually straight brown hair was neatly curled today, and even the glimpse of her bra strap on her shoulder was too sexy.

More than perfect gyaru fashion…

(Exposing such perfect and sexy thighs so boldly… This is practically naked.)

“So, Ryota? What about my thighs?”

“Uh, well…”

Pressed for an answer, my gaze naturally fell on Ichinose’s thighs.

(…Wow, that’s… lewd.)

“I told you! You’re staring too much. I told you to stop last time too.”

Ichinose enveloped my cheeks with both hands and lifted my face firmly.

And naturally, my gaze turned to Ichinose’s face.

“Look at my face when you talk, not my thighs.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Why are you even staring at thighs anyway? Is that your fetish?”

“Yes.”

“Instant creepy response.”

Of course, being scolded like this was habitual so I couldn’t help but smirk. I’m way too creepy.

“Sigh… Well, keep that fetish to yourself. If Rui or Airi find out about your weird obsession, you’ll have no place to hide, okay?”

“Y-yeah… (Glance)”

“So stop staring!”

Every time my gaze drifted downward, Ichinose lifted my face with both hands.

Her hands were smooth and beautiful, so it wasn’t too bad on this end either. I’m way too creepy (second time today).

“Anyway, let’s go to the movies now, Ryota.”

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Chapter 33:

We met at the station just after 10 a.m. and headed towards the movie theater.

Since the theater was a walk from the station, Ichinose and I walked side by side…

As we strolled through the streets, we passed various women, but Ichinose’s face was smaller, and her waist narrower than any of them. On the other hand, her thighs were wonderfully plump, and her chest, while not as big as Miyama’s, was still sizable.

(Seeing her like this… Ichinose is unbelievably cute.)

Moreover, Ichinose belonged to the “otaku” category, making her a rare breed that met and exceeded the criteria for being an otaku-friendly gyaru.

“What’s up, Ryota? Look over here. Checking out thighs again?”

“N-No! What do you take me for?”

“Thigh-sneaking pervert otaku.”

“Y-Yes, exactly.”

“Pfft, ahahaha! You didn’t deny it! How typical.”

Given my track record, I couldn’t deny it…

Walking beside me, Ichinose smiled for the first time today.

(As expected of the top gyaru at school… Her smile’s impact is unreal.)

Walking like this beside Ichinose, pretending to be her boyfriend, gives me an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Every time I look at Ichinose, I catch a pleasant citrusy scent from her perfume, which excites me in various ways.

(Ah… Maybe it’s okay for me to die now.)

“Ryota, can I ask you something?”

“Eeek!”

Caught up thinking naughty thoughts, I panicked when suddenly addressed.

(Could she have figured out I’ve been feeling guilty!?)

“Today, Ryota… you’re kinda…”

“Huh?”

With her eyes wandering, Ichinose seemed like she wanted to say something.

“You know… kinda cool?”

“Huh?”

(She thinks I’m cool?)

Being called cool by a girl other than my mom might be a first in my life.

The last time I heard that was… at my elementary school entrance ceremony.

“Ryota, let’s take a picture in front of the school gate!”

“Sure! Ryota looks so cool! Say cheese!”

Back when my mom urged me to take a commemorative photo.

“Yeah, Ryota, you look so cool!”

Back in the early grades of elementary school, my mom was still devoted to raising me.

(Sorry, Mom. I’ve turned into such an introverted otaku.)

But rejoice, Mom.

Even a guy like me got called cool by the number one gyaru in high school.

Tears welled up in my eyes from happiness.

“Hey, why are you tearing up!?”

“B-Because… I…”

“Oh geez, here, take this handkerchief. Use it to wipe those tears.”

Like a caring older sister, Ichinose took a white handkerchief from her handbag and handed it to me.

“You’re so pampering, almost like Airi. Ryota, you’re a guy, so toughen up. Geez, you’re not a baby.”

“Baby play…?”

“Not that! Why does it sound like that to you!? Did you clean your ears properly?”

“Ear cleaning ASMR!?”

“Sigh… This otaku is hopeless.”

Ichinose sighed heavily and slumped her shoulders.

“Well, I’m an otaku too, so we’re kinda similar in that sense.”

“So Ichinose also likes ear cleaning ASMR?”

“It’s not like that!”

Wait, does Ichinose not listen to ear-cleaning ASMR…

“Come to think of it, Ryota, when you found out I was an otaku, did you ever think I was gross?”

“Ichinose, gross? Why would I?”

“Well… because from your perspective, I’m normally a gyaru but also someone who’s the opposite, kind of a snide person, right?”

(I’ve never thought of her as snide… if anything, it’s been rather exciting.)

“So, thinking about it again now, what do you think of me, Ryota? It’s been on my mind.”

Ichinose has shown a surprisingly worried side since the other day (the Sno-To incident with Miyama). The day before yesterday, she even sent me a concerned message (though it was a misunderstanding) after seeing me being treated by Miyama.

When Ichinose found out about my otaku side, she mentioned something about still being bothered by some misunderstanding with her friends in the past. So maybe she’s worried about any potential friction in our relationship.

(If that’s the case, I should be honest and straightforward with my feelings.)

“I… appreciate it, you know?”

“Appreciate what? Me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, few girls understand the culture of gross otakus like me…So I’m super happy that Ichinose is an understanding gyaru.”

“I-Is that how it is?”

“Yeah…”

When I conveyed my feelings, Ichinose pursed her lips and let out a thoughtful “Hmm.”

“B-But more importantly! I told you to call me Yuria, didn’t I? Yet you’re still calling me ‘Ichinose’!”

“Oh. Sorry, Ichino…”

“Yuria!”

“Y-Yuria…chan.”

“Don’t ‘chan’ me! Gross!”