What's under Kamiyama-san's paper bag? - 28 - Chapter 26

What’s under Kamiyama-san’s paper bag?

Chapter 26 Harusame looks like she’s trying to take off her swimsuit.

“Kominato, enough already! How long are you going to keep staring at Kamiyama-san?” Suddenly, a barrage of insults rained down on my back, which had been fixated on Kamiyama-san’s violent chest. I hurriedly turned around, and there stood Harusame, dressed in a swimsuit.

The contrast between her white skin and the pink bikini was dazzling. She was wearing a thin pink shirt, with the front buttons fully undone, perhaps for sun protection. Unlike Kamiyama-san, her chest was smooth and modest. Harusame pointed at Kamiyama-san’s chest and spoke.

“You’re just… You were looking at Kamiyama-san’s big chest, weren’t you? You… perverted voyeur!”

“No, it’s not like that… I mean, I…”

Well, I admit it. I was looking.

Unable to come up with a retort, Harusame approached me.

“You know, a woman’s worth isn’t defined by her chest!”

Saying this, Harusame lightly tapped her own barren and desolate land. However, I agreed with this opinion.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.”

Upon hearing my words, Harusame’s expression suddenly changed.

“Oh… You’re surprisingly understanding, aren’t you?”

I responded to the pleasantly surprised Harusame with a refreshing smile.

“Well, if a woman’s worth were determined by her chest, then you would have practically no value, wouldn’t you?”

I said this with a smile.

Upon hearing my words, Harusame’s face instantly turned bright red, and she started slapping her own chest while raising her voice.

“W-What are you saying? I-I… I have a chest too, you know! If you want, I can show you—”

As she said this, reaching for the strap of her swimsuit, I quickly stopped her.

Really, she’s the kind of person who starts panicking and doing all sorts of things.

“Alright, alright! Don’t take it off!”

“It’s your fault! L-L-Look at my chest! Look at it and apologize! It’s there, so apologize properly!”

“It’s okay. I know, I know, you have a chest too!”

Harusame continued to lose control in close proximity to me.

“Because you’re only looking at Kamiyama-san’s big chest! If you want to see it that badly, then go ahead! That big chest of Kamiyama-san’s! Big chest!”

“I said I understand, calm down!”

Harusame’s face turned bright red, repeatedly uttering the words “big chest.”

While restraining the agitated Harusame, I glanced at Kamiyama-san. Being repeatedly called out for her big chest, Kamiyama-san sweated profusely out of embarrassment, drenched from head to toe as if she had just come out of the sea, even though she hadn’t entered it yet. Her neck that emerged from the paper bag, as well as her well-toned and slightly plump arms. From the abdomen she was concerned about to her long legs exposed by the swimsuit, her whole body was completely soaked.

The white paper bag on her head was naturally soaked and starting to melt in some places.

Kamiyama-san’s fair skin turned even redder than Haru’s face, and she trembled all over. Rough breathing could be heard from within the white paper bag of the same color as the bikini. Breathing through the wet paper bag seemed extremely difficult.

I’ve seen this scene somewhere before… Yes, it was definitely on the day of the entrance ceremony…

Oh no, if things continue like this, Kamiyama-san’s breathing will stop!

Realizing that Kamiyama-san was in danger, I proposed a truce to Harusame.

“Harusame, let’s have a temporary ceasefire. If things continue like this… Kamiyama-san might die.”

“Huh, huh…? Oh no! O-Okay, I understand…”

Harusame distanced herself from me and approached Kamiyama-san, apologizing.

“I’m sorry, Kamiyama-san… Are you alright?”

“It’s my bad… I got carried away…”

Kamiyama-san, from within the paper bag, breathed heavily and waved both hands in front of her body.

“I-I-I’m… fine… Um… more importantly, is my chest… really that big…?”

While saying that, Kamiyama-san placed one hand on her chest. Her long, white fingers pressed against her large chest, causing it to sway up and down. The soft sensation seemed to transmit even to the observer.

Yes, it’s that big.

However, if I were to answer honestly, it might truly impede her breathing.

As I pondered how to respond, a voice called out to us from a distance.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting! I’m late.”

It was Arai’s voice. Arai should have also changed into a swimsuit like the two of us… I hope she’s not wearing a swimsuit that looks like our school uniforms…

As I worriedly turned around, I saw Arai running towards us from the other side of the sandy beach, wearing a navy blue school swimsuit. A white fabric sewn onto the chest area read “1st Year, Class 1, Arai.”

Ah… That’s right…

“O-Oh… You’re late, but now everyone is here.”

I shook Kamiyama-san’s chest out of my mind and turned my back to face the sea. Before me, the sparkling blue ocean stretched out.