His Childhood Friend is a Beautiful, Reclusive Girl, So He Spends His After-School Hours in Her Room (But He’s Not Her Boyfriend!) - Ch. 47: Something's Wrong With Yuika 3
- His Childhood Friend is a Beautiful, Reclusive Girl, So He Spends His After-School Hours in Her Room (But He’s Not Her Boyfriend!)
- Ch. 47: Something's Wrong With Yuika 3
I’m trapped against the wall. I’m in a critical situation, both mentally and physically.
What Yuika asked me was a very difficult question: “were my b**bs soft?”
I don’t know how to answer such a question.
So, naturally, I exercised my right to remain silent.
But my enemy was my childhood friend who had known me for years. She anticipated my silence as a given, and came at me with a light wall bang.
“Hey, hey, what do you think, Souta? Wouldn’t it be easier if you confess? Here, here, here.”
With a thump, she lightly punched the wall next to my ear. This must have been because her hand hurt when she gave it her all earlier. It is only a weak punch physically, but powerful in a different way.
Every time she does that, her bra-less br**sts are bobbing and almost hitting my chest.
Dang it, I pity myself for being a little hopeful that I’ll win…!
I also wondered if the vibrations were being felt next door, then Iori said, “now the manga shelf is shaking! What is this, a poltergeist? Or is it…that some kind of power is about to awaken in me!?” Iori was on the verge of developing chuunibyou.
As expected, I couldn’t let my cute little brother fall into the mire of black history, so I quickly grabbed Yuika’s hand.
“Ah, I stopped.”
“Oh, I stopped you. I’ll tell you one good thing. Kabedon is not something you do with a punch.”
My childhood friend nodded deeply.
Then, right after that, she smirked.
“You’re trying to divert the conversation with a random topic, aren’t you?”
She found out! Today’s Yuika is tough, oi…
But if I pull back here, Iou’ll face an even greater onslaught.
“No, no, no, I’m not trying to divert the conversation, okay? I just thought I’d share my knowledge of proper kabedon. First of all, the term kabedon was coined in the 17th century B.C. in Egypt by a camel—”
“Aren’t you just trying to digress?”
She quickly cut in my explanation
My hand that was catching her punch was squeezed tightly.
“Souta, maybe you want to make a lover’s grip with both hands?””
True to her word, both of our hands were made into a lover’s grip.
Yuika brought our hands close to our faces and showed them to me.
She smiled at me as she nibbled on my hand.
“Souta-kun, I got you♪”
Why are you suddenly calling me “kun”? Ah nooo, you’re so cute!
Not good, this is definitely some kind of surprise attack. It was so cute that I couldn’t help but jump on it.
“…You got me.”
“Yeah, I got you, okay? I’m never gonna let you go, okay?”
“…You’re never gonna let me go.”
“Yeah, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely. So Souta, don’t ever let me go, okay?”
I scream in my brain. In my mind, I’m making a big deal out of it, but in reality, I’m turning red, looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow, and nodding my head and responding, “…Oh.”
[TLN: direction of the day after tomorrow is an idiom meaning looking toward the future not knowing what is going to happen next.]
I’m completely at Yuika’s pace. What is this? Today’s Yuika is too strong. There’s something wrong with her.
“Ah, you know?”
“Hmm? What is it, Souta?”
Her voice was soft.
I know she was more affectionate toward me than usual.
“When did I do something like that?”
When she put her breasts on me earlier, Yuika said, “after what you did to me yesterday, I thought it would be okay if I put my br**sts on you.”
But I had no recollection of any of this. So I’d have to ask her…
“D-don’t make me say it…dummy!”
As if the previous offensive had been a lie, Yuika turned red and turned her head.
Eh, what is it!? What’s the big deal!? This was getting harder and harder for me to remember.
I was shocked, but then I realized something.
It wasn’t just today that Yuika had been acting unusual. If I go back, she had been showing glimpses of it since the day before yesterday.
“…I think I’ve got a clue.”
I make a face like a great detective just before a commercial break.
A hint? She said, looking up at me delicately and questioning.
“The key to unraveling the Yuika’s change—Iori’s letter!”
I declared with a stern face.
I did it, but it wasn’t cool at all because both of my hands are in a lover’s grip.