"Test?"
Himemiya Makoto knew what the guy in front of her wanted. Though he didn't say it directly, his hints were clear inside and out. Even though she'd never been in a relationship, she was still very popular at school.
She often felt obscene eyes fall on her chest.
That kind of nasty thing... Himemiya Makoto certainly wasn't willing. She actually had a boy she liked. How could she be with someone else... But Chisato—Chisato was her best friend.
She couldn't bear to watch Chisato fall into the abyss. She had to save her!
Thinking this, the girl bit her lip lightly. "Here?"
She looked around. Though no one was nearby, this was still a public place. This guy actually wanted to do that kind of thing out in the open? Makoto felt torn and helpless.
Her expression grew difficult.
'Wait—I didn't promise him that kind of thing.' Himemiya Makoto paused, then realized. "Mu Xiaoxiao, I'm willing to offer some conditions for Chi-chan, but like I said—if it's too much, I won't agree."
'Things like that—that kind of thing—absolutely not allowed!'
This was her bottom line. A line that must never be crossed. Makoto hoped to give her purity to the person she loved. So that kind of thing was out of the question.
"Then you take the initiative. I won't do anything." Mu Xiaoxiao spread his hands and leaned against the warehouse door behind him. "I want to see how you satisfy me."
After a pause, he added, "But if you disappoint me, Chisato will..."
'This guy—he's completely humiliating me. Making me take the initiative or something...' Himemiya Makoto felt deeply humiliated. At the same time, a strong sense of immorality washed over her.
'I'm sorry to the boy I like.'
The girl clenched her fists and walked toward Mu Xiaoxiao step by step. Standing close, she glanced at him dazedly. She didn't know what to do now that she was supposed to take the lead.
Mu Xiaoxiao said nothing. He just wanted to see what she'd do.
After hesitating for a long moment, this hot-blooded, short-haired beauty finally made up her mind. She looked down at her proud chest, grit her white teeth, and grabbed Mu Xiaoxiao's hand.
Then, trembling, she pressed his hand against her chest.
Hmmm—
Himemiya Makoto shuddered fiercely. A red cloud floated across her cheeks. This was the first time she'd felt a strange sensation in her chest. The first time anyone had touched her sensitive parts.
And it was her own initiative—pulling his hand to touch her chest.
Shame. Anger. Resentment. Complex emotions.
'This hateful bastard just wants to see me embarrassed. Bastard~'
"That's it?" Mu Xiaoxiao's hand rested on her huge, tender breasts. Despite their size, there was no sign of sagging. They stood proudly upright. Even through clothes, the sensation was astonishing.
Soft. Bouncy. Like a light squeeze would make them drip water. One couldn't help but want to play with them carefully. He could play with this perfect pair for a year.
But on the surface, he showed disdain. "Himemiya Makoto, I admit your breasts are the best in class. But if you think this satisfies me, aren't you underestimating me?"
His hand still on her chest, Makoto glared at him. She hadn't made any further move. What else was she supposed to do? For a girl, just doing this was embarrassing enough!
What more did he want?
Himemiya Makoto, unsure what to do next, fell into a daze. Just then, Mu Xiaoxiao leaned close and whispered in her ear. "Makoto, don't think of me as one of those herbivorous virgins from manga. This pair of rabbits? I haven't even had a sip of soup yet."
"Keep stalling like this, and Chi-chan will..."
"...I understand!"
Himemiya Makoto stomped her foot fiercely. Finally making up her mind, she showed a determined expression. Her long eyelashes trembled. Her small hands shook as she slowly unbuttoned her chest.
A glimpse of snow-white appeared before Mu Xiaoxiao, revealing its true form.
Face blood-red, she grabbed Mu Xiaoxiao's palm and stuffed it inside her bra.
Hiss—
He had to admit, Himemiya Makoto's breasts were truly exceptional. They looked exaggerated through clothes. Now, with no clothes or bra in the way, he could truly feel that massive pair.
Soft and delicate. His fingers sank deep. The elasticity was amazing. Smooth, white skin rebounded instantly when he released his grip. Compared to Chisato's...
Himemiya Makoto's were clearly more enjoyable.
Though bigger isn't always better, her breasts weren't just large—they were perfect in every way. At least, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't put them down right now.
He kept kneading, changing their shape.
"You—go easy." Having her most private parts, cherished for over a decade, occupied by someone else—Himemiya Makoto was extremely uncomfortable. And this guy was so rough, pinching her.
What made it worse was that she'd done this herself.
"I have to say, this pair of yours is truly outstanding."
"You..."
Himemiya Makoto was about to retort in embarrassment when, from the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a distant figure approaching. Her voice cut off abruptly. As if seeing a ghost, her face filled with terror.
'That—is that... Kaoru?'
A boy from the same school named Yoshida Kaoru. Her childhood sweetheart, known since childhood. After entering high school, their relationship remained strong. He was the one she'd mentioned liking before.
'This is a deserted place—why is he here?!'
Himemiya Makoto's pupils shook. She looked down at her current state—clothes half-off, spring light escaping her neckline, her hand grabbing Mu Xiaoxiao's, pressing it into her softness.
An expression of feigned resistance.
'This—this—this—did he see?'
'Kaoru-kun absolutely cannot see this!'
Himemiya Makoto's scalp went numb. Seeing that the approaching figure was about to spot her, she grabbed Mu Xiaoxiao's collar and yanked him into the warehouse.
Bam!
She slammed the door shut.
"What are you doing?" Mu Xiaoxiao looked around the dim warehouse—filled with sports equipment, gear, and props—then fixed his gaze on the girl before him.
"Someone's outside." The girl's cheeks were blood-red. She stared at Mu Xiaoxiao in embarrassment. "We can't be seen like this! We have to hide."
"Makes sense..."
'But your reaction seems extreme. Seems you're not just afraid of being seen.' Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes flickered. He, who hadn't taken the initiative all this time, suddenly turned on her. He spun her around and pressed her against the warehouse door.
Eh?
Dazed, Himemiya Makoto's brain short-circuited for a moment. Mu Xiaoxiao's sinful hands slid around her waist and slipped inside her clothes.
Gently massaging her plump parts.
'He actually—'
"Mu Xiaoxiao... you said you wouldn't take the initiative. Why—"
Angrily, Himemiya Makoto began to struggle—just as footsteps approached outside.
Thud, thud, thud—
"Huh? I thought I heard Makoto's voice. Are you in there?" Yoshida Kaoru's voice came from outside the door.
Himemiya Makoto suddenly covered her mouth. A wonderful expression crossed her face.
'He—heard?!'
'Kaoru-kun found me!'