The Story of Living a Decadent Life While Intensely Violating a Downer-Type, Busty Daughter and Mother - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

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“The school festival, huh…”

I muttered to myself as I looked at the words “3 days until the school festival!” written on the classroom blackboard. It was currently after school. At our school, we had something called a school festival separate from the cultural festival, and it was held right before summer vacation. 

To be honest, what we actually do is almost the same as a cultural festival… Each class and club puts on some kind of attraction… Why they bother splitting them up, I have no idea. 

We were currently in the preparation period, and once school was out, every class and club was busy getting ready. However…

“…Wait, nobody’s here.”

I had been asked to go out and buy some simple supplies, and this is what I came back to. There was no one left… 

Is this bullying? Am I being bullied?

“Oh, Otona-kun.” 

“Utsuho…”

The person walking toward me with a rhythmic step was Utsuho. I instinctively tensed up. Ever since that day, we had started talking like this every now and then. That had been a pretty intense day, but outside, Utsuho didn’t seem shaken at all. She was her usual self. So, even though we had started talking, she wasn’t clingy or anything, which meant we didn’t get any strange looks from those around us. I think the way she handled herself was really clever. 

…Well, that’s only when people were watching. When nobody’s around, she’s awfully close. 

In fact, she was standing right next to me even now. 

Her chest is touching me, though. 

Utsuho stared up at me, her piercings glinting. Unable to stand the silence, I threw a question her way.

“Where did everyone go?” 

“The teacher said he’d treat everyone to a party since they’ve been working so hard. So, all the classmates who were helping with the preparation went. I said I’d wait for Otona-kun and stayed behind.” 

“I-I see…”

So that’s why the classmates who were supposed to be prepping weren’t here. Utsuho stayed behind to bring me along when I arrived later. The fact that no other classmates were waiting for me clearly showed my standing (and Utsuho’s) in the class. 

Well, there’s no bullying or anything, and I’m not really inconvenienced by it either.

“So, are we going?” 

“Ah… Maybe I’ll pass. It looks like the preparation is coming along fine, so I’ll just take it easy today.”

When Utsuho asked, I chose not to go. Even if I went now… I also wanted to avoid standing out in a weird way. Since I decided to go home for the day, Utsuho nodded from an incredibly close distance.

“I see. Then I’m not going either.” 

“Eh? No, I mean, you don’t have to skip it just because I am, Utsuho.” 

“No, it’s not fun if Otona-kun isn’t there. I figured going would be a waste of time.” 

“O-oh, I see…”

She said it so nonchalantly, but hearing her say she wouldn’t go if I wasn’t there made my heart race a bit… There was a sort of strange, heavy atmosphere flowing between us. 

I can’t take this!

“W-well then, I’ll see you…” 

“Oh, right.”

As I tried to make my escape, Utsuho clapped her hands together. I failed.

“Can I have dinner at your place again today? Mama is going to be late.” 

“Eh, ah, yeah… Sure.” 

“Thanks.”

Remembering that pink-tinted time, I instinctively swallowed hard. However, naturally, giving her dinner didn’t mean we were definitely going to have sex. 

A man who can’t see straight because of his libido is as pathetic as it gets. 

I didn’t want Utsuho to think of me that way, and just as I was trying to calm my mind to respond…

“Also, if you’re going home anyway…”

Utsuho drew even closer. 

I told you already! Your boobs are touching me! 

Ignoring my inner turmoil, Utsuho spoke from behind her black mask.

“Would you mind taking a look at my costume?”

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Our class’s attraction was a “Cross-dressing Cafe.” …I could only describe it as the world going mad, but it was the truth. Well, there might actually be real establishments like that, so I shouldn’t badmouth it too much. 

By the way, I’m not cross-dressing. 

The good thing this time was that if you didn’t want to, you didn’t have to dress up to serve customers. In other words, they had secured enough people who were willing to cross-dress to do the serving…

“Somehow, while I was just nodding along, I ended up having to be in it. It’s a drag, really.”

Utsuho said this with a sigh. 

It’s because you were just nodding along…!

I thought to myself, but I understood the situation.

“Weren’t the costumes finished already? I thought everyone was getting hyped up about them a little while ago…” 

“The other people’s are done, but only mine wasn’t.” 

“Eh? Why is that…?”

A dark thought crossed my mind, the possibility that Utsuho was being bullied. That maybe that was why her costume wasn’t ready… But I didn’t feel any signs of that at all. Utsuho seemed perfectly calm, too…

“Nah. It’s just that my chest is by far the biggest. There weren’t any costumes that could fit them…” 

“…I see.”

Utsuho said it as if it were nothing. My eyes were drawn to her chest. 

…Yeah, they certainly are huge. 

I could see they were big even through her clothes, but having seen them when she wasn’t wearing anything, I found her words incredibly persuasive. Utsuho’s breasts were clearly not appropriate for her age. Or rather, even as adults, there were probably very few women with breasts that large. 

G-cup. What a wonderful sound. Bravo. 

As someone who had spent plenty of time fondling and sucking on them, I found it irresistible. 

…Well, recently I’ve also learned about the incredibly erotic ones belonging to a certain mother that are even bigger than those. I can never say that out loud, though. Utsuho is the one person who must never find out about that.

“So, it finally arrived recently, but I left it alone because fitting the costume is such a pain. I figured I can’t keep putting it off, though.”

While I was thinking about all that while breaking into a cold sweat, Utsuho was explaining things to me.

I’m sorry. I wasn’t listening at all.

“I’m going to check if I can move around in it myself, but I want to see if it looks weird to someone else, too.” 

“Alright. I understand. Should we borrow a changing room?”

Fitting the costume was important after all. Especially in Utsuho’s case, since there had been a delay because of her chest, if we didn’t check to see if it was right, a sexy cross-dressing girl with her chest spilling out would appear on the day of the festival. 

…Wait, isn’t a busty cross-dressing girl actually the best? 

As I was thinking that, I was stunned by Utsuho’s next words.

“Mmm… It’s a pain, so I’ll just change here.” 

“…Huh?”

Change? Where? …Here? 

When I looked at Utsuho, she was already unbuttoning her dress shirt one by one…

“There we go.” 

“…………Wait?”

Utsuho threw off her shirt with a flourish. 

Her boobs are huge!

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