"My ace is already addicted!" Haruka exclaims.
Muhitso just sighs, taking my glass without a word.
The warmth in my chest intensifies. My head feels… floaty. Like it's disconnected from my body.
Is this what alcohol does? It's… not bad. Actually, it's really good.
Why have I never tried this before?
"Hehe..." I giggle lightly.
Why did I just laugh like that…?
Haruka begins laughing.
"She's happily drunk!"
"Why are you laughing at me?!" I pout, pointing a slightly unsteady finger at Haruka.
"Because you're cute!" Haruka laughs back, her cheeks flushed slightly from her own drink.
"Look at you, all defensive. Adorable."
"S-Shut up," I say, my finger wavering in the air.
"I'm not cute. I'm a warrior! And... and you're a pervert!"
I try to look away, but the room is spinning. My head feels light, my body tingling all over. Warm fog fills my brain, making all my recent worries melt away into vague, unimportant notions.
All the talk about 'moe,' 'optimal aesthetics,' 'Tsundere'... suddenly, it all makes perfect, dizzying sense. Haruka is right. Completely. All of it. All those times Touko teased me, and then how I had reacted… all the logical and cold observations that Kotori gave to me about my—
*giggle*
It's all so silly. So logical... So... *moe*?
Haruka is cute. Kotori is pretty. Lenah… she's serious, and kinda scary, but also… very, very beautiful.
Kaito... he's... really handsome. And he washed my feet. He's so nice. Maybe I should've just let him touch my forehead... I wonder what he was thinking...?
And then, there's Onee-chan! She's… pretty, too. Pretty, big, and warm. She always hugs me. *giggle*. I should let her hug me more often. Her breasts are so… comfy. Like pillows. *boing boing*.
A hiccup escapes my lips.
"Hehehe… boing… boing…"
I notice two round shapes pressing against Haruka's clothes. They look soft, like Onee-chan's...
Getting up from my stool with a bit too much force, I stumble forward.
But Haruka quickly catches me.
"Whoa, there, ace!" Haruka says, steadying me with a firm hand on my arm.
"It seems the 'Moe Special' has successfully calibrated your inhibitions. Data is promising."
I want... I want to—
I tackle Haruka, sending us both to the ground!
*THUMP*
I land on top of her with a look of intense, drunken curiosity.
Haruka looks surprised, but quickly recovers.
"Well, now," Haruka says, a delighted smile spreading across her face.
"This is an unexpected but welcome development."
"Want... To check the data… Haruka… Onee-chan-looking… Breast…"
"Data, huh?"
"Alright, Horikita. Let's start with the basics."
She raises her hands.
Before I can think, both her hands are on mine. She pulls them forward, crushing my palms against her breasts. Her strength surprises me as she presses them in, forcing my fingers to sink into her softness.
"Subject 1, tactile sensory input calibration initiating. Observe the tensile strength. Note the epidermal suppleness," Haruka instructs, her voice clear and precise despite being pinned.
"Analyze the mass distribution patterns. All critical data points for the female mammary gland model. And Horikita?"
I stare blankly, lost in the overwhelming softness.
"You can squeeze them."
I don't hesitate.
*SQUISH* *SQUISH*
Despite being through her clothes, they're… incredibly soft.
Softer than Touko's?
No… they're different. Firmer, but with a fluid density that's entirely unique. They yield, yet push back with a satisfying weight.
"Hmm… Good… Data…" I mutter, my mind reduced to a single, wonderful data point: soft.
My hands have a will of their own, closing over the full, heavy breasts to squeeze and explore.
"Hmm… such eagerness,"
"Your grip strength is impressive. Excellent muscle conditioning. What does the data tell you, Horikita? Is it... soft? Firm? Bouncy?"
"Mmmm… bouncy..." I say, my head nodding slowly as I continue my enthusiastic 'data collection.'
Very bouncy.
"Now, for the next phase of our… experiment."
Haruka winds her arms around my neck and pulls my head into her breasts.
"H-Haruka?!"
"Hehehe... Looks like my ace is getting a full data immersion experience!" Haruka giggles against my hair as my face is completely buried in her soft, firm breasts.
The scent of her skin... It's like the Moe Special.
*Thump-thump. Thump-thump.*
Her heart beats against my ear.
So warm... So soft...
I instinctively press myself closer, my hands still squeezing her breasts with a drunken fervor.
"Mmm..." I moan softly, letting out a contented sigh.
This is... nice. Very nice.
My struggles cease, my body relaxing against hers. The world outside fades into an unimportant blur.
"Feeling better now, ace?" Haruka asks, her left hand gently stroking my hair.
"Mmhm..."
"So soft..."
"Good," Haruka says softly, her fingers continuing to run through my hair.
"Because the next part of our 'date' requires you to be fully… receptive."
She pulls me up slightly... My face emerges from her chest, flushed and blissful. The world swims in and out of focus.
"Huh?" I ask, my eyes struggling to focus on her face.
Haruka's grin is pure victory.
"The device,"
"It's time to synchronize."