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

Chapter 94: Airi’s Request ♡

My study session with Miyama lasted until 7 PM.

Surprisingly, neither of us messed around; we studied seriously until the end.

“Ah… My brain feels like it’s about to explode…”

Exhausted, Miyama stretched out on the floor under the low table; then she extended her legs and lying down.

(Even lying down, those massive breasts still stand like mountains… I want to take a picture.)

While I glanced at Miyama’s “Everest” from the corner of my eye, I tidied up the study materials.

“Ryota, you’re really good at teaching! You explain difficult things with easy-to-understand examples, so even a dummy like me can understand them perfectly!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’d make a great teacher!”

“Me, a teacher?”

She said something so unexpected that I couldn’t help but let out a surprised voice.

(Me, the gloomy introvert, standing in front of a classroom… That’s impossible.)

I would definitely be awkward, and even as an adult, my creepy gaze would make the female students avoid me.

“Me, a teacher? That’s never happening.”

“Really? I think you’d be great.”

“No way.”

“Then what do you want to be in the future, Ryota?”

I had never seriously thought about my future.

In junior high, I wrote “stay-at-home security guard” as a joke in my graduation essay, but I was so lonely that no one even commented on it, which was just depressing…

“A future dream… For now, I’ll aim for a decent university, get a job at a decent company…”

“And then?”

“…And that’s it.”

“What? That’s it!? What do you mean!?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean? I’ll work at that company until retirement, then live out my days as an old man.”

As an introvert, I wouldn’t want to change jobs or anything.

“That’s so boring! Aim for something more interesting!”

“Interesting? That’s too vague.”

“Like, for example, you love anime, right? So how about creating anime? Or drawing those cute pictures like on that hanging scroll over there! There are so many options!”

Miyama pointed at a hanging scroll of a certain white-haired loli in a micro bikini.

Even if she says that, I don’t have the talent to be an animator or illustrator… I’m just an otaku, and making it my job would be too much. So the only future I can see is getting a regular job and becoming a corporate drone… Miyama makes it sound so easy.

But for someone like me who’s only good at studying, that’s pretty standard.

I’ll join a company, become part of the machinery of society, be satisfied with a decent salary, and do the same assigned work every day until I die.

That’s the norm in the world, so my life will be the same.

“Oh, I know!”

“What is it this time?”

“Remember that light novel you bought from my part-time job? How about becoming a light novel author?”

“A light novel author?”

“You’re always reading them in the classroom, and you’re smart, so I’m sure you could do it!”

“No… I just read light novels as a hobby.”

“Really?”

Becoming a light novel author isn’t that easy.

Even if I spent years becoming one, there’s no guarantee of success, and many people disappear after publishing just one book.

That kind of world is far beyond someone as ordinary as me…

“But you know, Ryota, I’d love to read a novel written by a kind boy like you, even just once.”

“Miyama…”

“What kind of story would you write, Ryota?”

A story I’d want to create…

With Miyama’s encouragement, a small flame of passion ignited within me.

“Could you listen without laughing?”

“Of course.”

“The story I’d write is…”

“Yes?”

“A story about having supernatural powers to freely enjoy all the boobs in the world.”

“…”

When I answered honestly, the atmosphere froze completely.

“Miyama? Hey.”

“…I should report this to Yuria.”

“No! Please don’t tell Ichinose!”

“Then I’ll tell Rui.”

“That’s even worse!”

As Miyama opened her phone to message them, I desperately tried to stop her.

“You pervert, Ryota!”

“What the hell! You said you wouldn’t laugh, so I told you despite the embarrassment, and you’re being so mean, Miyama!”

“Pervert!”

“Creating things often comes from eros, so it’s fine!”

“Pervert!”

“Stop calling me a pervert!”

The room was starting to heat up with our bickering.

Despite the air conditioning, I was sweating heavily.

“Ryota, do you see Airi’s breasts like that too?”

“I… I don’t see them like that.”

A terribly unconvincing lie, like someone losing at a one-turn kill werewolf game.

“If it were other boys, I’d definitely hate it, but… for Airi, if it’s you…”

“What?”

Miyama covered her slightly sweaty chest with her arms, and she looked up at me with upturned eyes.

“You’re my only male friend, Ryota. I want to get closer to you… So it’s okay if you look, Ryota. Because you’re… special.”

Blushing bright red, Miyama slowly spoke her words.

What? No way, does this mean I’m allowed to stare at her boobs openly now?

Am I really allowed to look at Miyama’s huge breasts every day from now on?

“R-really, Miyama?”

“But there’s a condition!”

“A c-condition!? Money?”

“Not money! I want you to…”

“Yes?”

“From now on, call me Airi, not Miyama.”

“…What?”

In exchange for the right to openly look at her breasts, I was asked to call her by her first name, Airi.

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Chapter 95: Call me Airi ♡

Miyama pointed out that I was staring at her chest too much, but she then gave me the condition that I could call her ‘Airi’ and that I could look at her chest as much as I wanted.

(To be able to call Miyama by her first name and be allowed to glance at her breasts… This is too amazing.)

Moreover, she keeps calling me ‘special’ and ‘her only male friend’… Could it be that the two boxes I bought were not a mistake!?

Maybe an adult-only scene will start after this…!?

“If you don’t like it, you can still call me Miyama, but since we’re such close friends that we study together, I thought it wouldn’t be embarrassing to call each other by our first names.”

“C-close friends…”

Yes, Miyama has an incredibly sexy body, but inside, she is a very pure girl.

She probably sees me as a close friend like Yuria or Kuroki.

So, she won’t become the kind of friend I’m hoping for.

(I bought those two boxes out of pure desire… That’s not good.)

I was thinking such vulgar thoughts just because we were alone in the room.

Miyama sees me as a friend.

That’s why she allows me to look at her big breasts and wants me to call her by her first name.

“I-I got it… A-Airi.”

“…”

“Is this okay, Airi?”

“Y-Yes! Perfect, Ryota!”