The Childhood Friend Who Used To Be A Wild Little Brat Turned Out To Be A Very Beautiful Girl.... - Chapter 3

I went home and struggled through unpacking.

I’d lived there for years, so I’d brought back way too much stuff. The problem was, unlike the big house we had over there, my room here was just a six-tatami Japanese-style room.

Bluntly put, there was nowhere to put any of it.

In the end, I asked Grandpa for help and dumped most of it into the storage shed.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to just throw everything in the shed from the start?”

“It wasn’t up to me, alright? The movers carried it all in here.”

Makoto had helped me move everything, and she was just as exhausted—face-down on my bed.

“Ugh… it’s so damn stuffy…”

“Sorry. I dragged you into helping. I’ll bring something cold up in a sec.”

“No, that’s not what I mean…”

As she spoke, Makoto slipped a hand under the back of her T-shirt and started fumbling around.

“This is annoying… Taku, sorry, but help me out.”

She turned her back to me and lifted her shirt, exposing her back.

Underneath, a stiff band of white fabric was wrapped tightly around her upper body.

The seam ran along her back, held together by a zipper.

“Unzip it.”

“O-oh… yeah.”

I reached out and pulled the zipper down.

Once it came loose, the rigid band slipped out from under her shirt and dropped.

“What’s this? A corset?”

It looked exactly like the kind you’d wear after cracking a rib.

“…Haaah… that feels better.”

With it off, Makoto let out a long breath and turned back around.

“Y-you… that!”

Under her T-shirt, something pushed up from underneath—something that definitely hadn’t been there before.

“That? Oh… my boobs? They’ve got some size, right?”

“Huh? Wait, you seriously wear that thing all the time?”

“Yeah. Since middle school.”

“Then just wear a normal bra…”

“No way. It feels embarrassing. Like I’m dressing up as a girl…”

“But you are a girl.”

“Technically, yeah…”

“‘Technically’…?”

“Until my period started, even I thought I was a guy. So now it’s like… what’s the point of suddenly going full girl mode?”

“…That’s seriously how it is?”

“That’s how it is… I do take it off at home, at least…”

“So you’re one of those ‘secret huge boobs’ types… But hey, you probably get hit on by guys too, not just girls, right?”

“What do you mean, ‘not just girls’?”

“I mean—Kanou-san, the way she looks at you… she kinda seems into that…. y’know… yuri stuff.”

“Mmnn… among the girls, Kanou-senpai’s the only one like that. Everyone else is normal. Normal. Maybe it’ll change when we become second-years and get juniors…”

“Huh? You’ve dealt with that before or something?”

“Back in my third year of middle school… a bit. A younger girl got really attached to me.”

“Oh, damn. Well, you’re tall, you look good—it makes sense girls would be into you.”

“Guys don’t really talk to me much… and in middle school it was mostly people who already knew me, so there weren’t any like that.”

“Yeah, middle school’s just the same crowd moving up. Plenty of them probably still remember your old delinquent phase.”

“The hell are you saying? You were the other half of that delinquent duo.”

“Okay, yeah, fair…”

“Too bad, but I’ve got zero juicy stories. What, did you suddenly get curious after finding out I’m a girl?”

“No, I didn’t!”

“So you’re not interested…? I’m pretty confident about my figure, you know?”

She struck a pose on purpose.

Her chest pressed against the fabric of her T-shirt, clearly outlined—and yeah, I couldn’t pretend it didn’t mess with my head a little.

“So what about you? How was it over there? Did you have a girlfriend?”

“A girlfriend? Like hell I did.”

“What, so you’re a virgin too…”

“I—I’m not a virgin.”

“Huh? You’re not?”

She immediately latched onto that.

“Tell me.”

Makoto leaned in, closing the distance.

Without the corset, her chest—separated from me by nothing but a thin layer of fabric—pressed right against me.

“Fine, I’ll talk, so get off! Your chest is hitting me!”

“It’s not like it matters… so?”

She pulled back and sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at me like she wasn’t going to miss a single detail.

“…Fine. But don’t tell anyone.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.”

Reluctantly, I started talking about what happened back there.

Right after we moved, my parents were busy with work and always came home late. Most of the house stuff was handled by a live-in helper.

I was stuck in a completely new environment, struggling to adjust—until the helper’s two daughters started looking after me.

Their mother had lost her husband early on. She worked hard to raise them, and she treated me kindly while still keeping proper boundaries.

Both daughters were older than me—one by three years, the other by two.

At first, we kept our distance. But since they could speak some Japanese, we slowly started talking more.

In the beginning, they showed me around town and helped me with things at school. Over time, we got closer—and eventually, it turned into a private, complicated kind of relationship.

I didn’t go into the details, but it happened often, quietly, right up until just before we returned to Japan.

When it was time to leave, it was simple. They saw me off with smiles.

That was all I told Makoto.

“So… you did a threesome? Damn. That’s crazy.”

“Yeah… I mean, there were times the three of us were together.”

“So did you get serious with one of them or something?”

“Mm… not really. They seemed to have other guys too…”

“That’s kinda insane… seriously.”

“Over there, it felt like people were more open about stuff. There wasn’t much else to do.”

“Still. That’s wild.”

“…Yeah. I guess it is.”

“So Taku’s already experienced, huh…”

I never thought I’d end up telling my childhood friend—who I’d just reunited with—something like that.

Right when I finished, Grandma’s voice called from downstairs, saying dinner was ready.

“Ah… it’s already that late. I’m heading home.”

When I glanced at the clock, it was just about to hit seven.