When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 2.1: The fact that the neighbor's seat in the classroom was also next to mine. Part -1.

The fact that the neighbor’s seat in the classroom was also next to mine. Part -1.

Counting primes, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 15… to calm down. Oh, divisible by 5.

Sitting on the bed, hands folded, staring into the void and chanting prime numbers. I have to regain the rationality that was eroded by breasts.

“I’m back.”

When I looked up and said “welcome back,” my rationality died. Rationality, where are you!?

This time, she’s not naked. She’s wearing sweatpants, and she has a zippered hoodie on.

However, the zipper stops around her belly button, and her chest, which looks like it’s about to burst out, is fully exposed. Droplets of water sucked into the cleavage are kicking my rationality like a dead body. Ugh!?

“No… No, no, no!? Why… why all this!? Didn’t I leave a shirt here!?” 

Brand new.

“I put it on… but it didn’t fit.”

As she moves her arms as if to embrace herself, there’s a soft, doughy sensation swaying.

Is that a lie…? Is there a concept of fitting or not fitting into a shirt? It’s men’s clothing, you know? That’s ridiculous.

“So, then, why isn’t the zipper closed…?”

“…Because it won’t close.”

As she moves her arms to support her chest, the zipper slides down, revealing the underside of her breasts.

What kind of monster are you hiding in there? Your “Ｉ” (Cleavage Shape) is way too distracting!!

“What? Is this your hobby?”

“Absolutely not!?”

If it’s a binary choice between love or hate, I love it, but I absolutely didn’t do it on purpose! Please believe me, Your Honor! I am innocent!

While claiming innocence in the courtroom of my mind, she casually said “I see” and sat down next to me.

…Why did she sit next to me?

There are chairs besides the bed, you know.

Surprised, I look at Sajou-san, and through the gap in her clothes, I can almost see the tip of her ample chest, almost pink, and quickly turn to face forward. My face is burning.

Seriously, what’s with this defenselessness?

Normally, she seems quite guarded, so why is she so relaxed today?

Is this what they mean by taking advantage of weakness? No, no, I mean… this wasn’t intentional, it’s just a coincidence! Wait, does this mean I’m admitting to a crime?

Oh no. I hold my head in anguish.

While my mind is in chaos, the room is quiet.

Since Sajou-san is just sitting there, not saying anything, I have no choice but to stay silent.

Honestly, it’s awkward. It’s my own room, but I feel uncomfortable.

Should I escape to the living room? Isn’t there no point in being together? Her outfit is too revealing, and if I’m here, I can’t just casually take it off (?)

No, this won’t do. I feel like my screws are jumping all over the place. Since my instincts are in turmoil with desire, isn’t it inevitable that I escape? What am I saying?

In the end, as I contemplated making a run for it and lifted my hips, I froze in shock.

“…?”

Without saying a word or changing her expression, Sajou-san was simply shedding tears.

Sadness, pain, none of those negative emotions came through. Tears overflowed. Like a physiological response, she continued to shed tears without so much as moving a brow.

Why was she crying? How should I comfort her?

This was the first time I had ever seen a woman cry, and I was at a loss for what to do, only able to produce meaningless sounds like “ah” or “eh.” My mind was blank.

And then it got worse.

“…Sajou-san!?”

Suddenly, she hugged me tightly.

It felt like she was about to break my waist as she wrapped her arms around my back, squeezing me tightly.

Oof. My stomach was being crushed, and I struggled to breathe. At the same time, I felt like I was going to nosebleed from the pressure of the mochi on my legs. So this is what breasts feel like…

Unable to escape anymore, I raised my hands, silently continuing to prove my innocence to someone unknown.

“…No, I’m different. Different… different, I’m not with someone like that.”

Like a child throwing a tantrum, she continued to deny, “Different, different, I’m not with someone like that.”

What’s different? Why is she crying? Why was she crouching in front of the door?

The answer to those questions lay in the key she held. It must be on the other side of that door.

But I had no right to ask her about it.

Because I’m just a neighbor.

Therefore, I could only silently accept her tears and clinging, freezing like a statue.

…Absolutely not enjoying her softness, not at all.