Chapter 52 - The Boob Bag of the Stacked Heroine Was the Absolute Best
Since we were supposed to meet in front of the station at 2:00 PM, I left home aiming to arrive twenty minutes early, giving myself plenty of time.
But because Wannai-san kept on pestering me along the way, I got held up. I wasn't late, but it was already only ten minutes until our meeting time. And it looked like Mogami-san had already arrived before me.
“Hello, Sato-kun, Wannai-san. You two seem to be getting along unusually well today.”
Her tone was cheerful, but her expression was definitely sulking. Her cheeks were puffed up, her eyes looked dull and accusing, and she stared at me like she wanted to say something.
She was plenty cute with just that expression alone. But today... I was so captivated by her that the simple word 'cute' just wasn't enough to describe it.
“Mogami-san.”
“Hm? If you have something to say, I’ll listen.”
“...You look beautiful.”
“Hwuh!?”
It must have caught her completely off guard. Her cheeks, which had been puffed out like mochi, instantly deflated, and her face went bright red. She was clearly flustered by my compliment. Just a second ago she'd looked like she was sulking, but now she'd done a complete 180 and was just blushing.
“T-t-t-t-that’s so sudden! I... I was just... um... Ah! I was just... curious why you were together with Wannai-san...”
“That doesn’t matter. Mogami-san, you look incredibly gorgeous today. Yep, as expected. Absolutely amazing.”
I wasn’t saying that to fix her mood. I didn’t even have the spare brain cells to think of something that calculated.
I was simply mesmerized. Her dressed-up appearance swallowed my attention whole.
(Her fashion... is a lot bolder than before)
When we went out during summer vacation, she was wearing something much more modest. It was a one-piece dress, the kind that gave off a pure, elegant vibe, almost like a TV news anchor. That look was great in its own way. But today, her vibe is a little different.
(That’s a boob bag, isn’t it!?)
The first thing that caught my eye was, of course, her chest.
They were huge. And today, those violently beautiful curves were clearly visible. Last time, she had hidden them with a looser-fitting dress, but today she was wearing a form-fitting camisole that created the perfect boob bag.
She had thrown a thin blouse over it, maybe out of modesty, but the material was sheer, so her black innerwear showed through clearly. And to top it all off, she wore a miniskirt that showed off her thighs, and honestly, the whole look was just… perfect.
“I-it might be a little flashy…”
She seemed to be aware that she was showing more skin than usual. She looked a little embarrassed that I was staring at her. But, seeing as she had her hands clasped behind her back, I figured that also meant she wanted me to look.
She was anxious, but she'd still worked up the courage to choose this outfit. If that was the case, then it was probably okay for me to respond in kind.
“You look so amazing. Just getting to see this version of you has already made my day.”
“Y-y-y-y-you’re exaggerating too much… ehehe…”
She must have been really happy about the compliment. Whatever she had been sulking about was completely gone. She wasn’t even thinking about Wannai-san anymore.
And honestly, neither was I.
I was so focused on Mogami-san that I hadn't even noticed Wannai-san was still clinging to my arm. Which, of course, didn’t sit well with the latter.
“Hey. Could you NOT ignore me and slip into your stupid lovey-dovey world?”
A grumpy voice, and at the same time, a sharp pinch on my side was what finally made me remember of her existence.
“Ah, right. Wannai-san, that's enough, let go. I'm busy appreciating Mogami-san right now.”
“...You didn't compliment me like that! See, I knew you could do it if you tried! So why didn't you say any of that to me!?”
“Because I'm not interested in you, Wannai-san. For the record, I'm only interested in Mogami-san.”
“O-Only... interested in me... Uhehe...”
“Hey, you! You're way too good at sweet-talking her! And Fuko, stop making that stupid, sloppy face!”
I wasn’t trying to sweet-talk her. It was just my honest opinion. I'd never lie to Mogami-san.
“...I was such an idiot for getting jealous of you and Wannai-san being together earlier. Yeah... that's just the kind of guy you are, right, Sato-kun?”
I hadn’t intended it, but our exchange seemed to have completely restored Mogami-san’s mood.
That’s right, Mogami-san… I’m only interested in you.
So, there's no need to be jealous or possessive, or any of those kinds of feelings.
Your sulking face was cute, but don’t worry, because there’s no way I’d pay attention to any girl other than you—.
Translator's Note
乳袋 (chichibukuro)
The Japanese term 乳袋 literally means "breast pouch" and refers to a common stylistic trope in manga and anime where clothing is drawn tightly over large breasts, creating distinct, rounded outlines that make the fabric appear to form individual "sockets" or "pouches" for each breast.
While the literal translation would be "breast pouches," I chose the term "boob bag" as it sounded more fitting.
This guy is too powerful
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