Ch. 76: My Childhood Friend Can’t Hold A Dumbbell…Is No Longer Relevant

Now, all of a sudden.
When in elementary school, skirt-flipping was popular, right?
Well, let me tell you, of course I never lifted Yuika’s skirt.

In fact, I even chided her for letting the young Iori wear her skirt and trying to pull it up for fun, saying, “Stop it, please…”

Of course, to be honest, I wanted to lift up Yui’s skirt too.
But I knew in my childish heart that I shouldn’t do that, so I just endured it.

But guess what?
I never thought that I would be the one to have my skirt ripped up by Yuika when I became a high school student.
No, it wasn’t my skirt that was being ripped up, but the hem of my shirt.

Now, Yuika was grabbing the hem of my shirt and shouting with joy.

“Kyaah! Your abs are really ripped. It’s amazing! Souta is so tough!”
“Ku, it’s pathetic that I’m a little happy to be praised in such a stupid situation…”
“Hey, hey, can I touch it? I know you’ll say no, so I’ll do it myself. Yes, Souta, you can hold the shirt yourself. I want to touch it with both hands!

She grabbed the hem of my shirt without asking anymore questions, and without pausing, I felt the palm of Yuika’s hand on my bare stomach.

“Oh, my…”
“? Hey, don’t move, okay?”
“No, you, this is getting a little…”

This was completely different from when I was wearing a shirt.
Every time the soft palms of her hands rubbed me, my whole body shivered as if an electric current was running through it.

But I was so flustered that I didn’t even notice, and Yuika touched me more without hesitation.

“Wow, it’s so hard. But it’s also soft and strange. Girls are not like this, right?”
“…”

The lines are exquisitely weird!
Abs, right? We’re talking about abs, right?

Yuika rubbed it some more, as if to check how the muscles are attached.

“They’re really big. It’s also magnificent. I feel a little nervous touching it.”
“…”

It was not just weird, it was fundamentally weird!
She’s not doing this on purpose, is she?
I can’t do this, my reason will die…

Feeling threatened, I grabbed Yuika’s wrist tightly.

“It’s over! This is the end of the touching!”
“Eh? Why?”
“Why!? I don’t want to be forced to play with shame like this forever.”
“Shame? Souta, are you embarrassed to have your stomach looked at and touched?”
“Young lady, who isn’t embarrassed by it…?”

Yuika tilted her head curiously.

“I’m not embarrassed if it’s Souta.”
“What?”

I was stunned, and then Yuika carelessly picked up the zipper of her jersey.
When she gingerly lowered it, the F-cups that had been held back for so long were released as if they were going to pop.

Normally, my eyes would be glued to this point.
But today, there was more.

Underneath her jersey was her gym clothes. As soon as she finished unzipping her jersey, she carelessly pulled up the hem.

 

“Here, take my pompom.”

 

She showed it to me as if it was obvious, and I was speechless.
Her skin was as white as fresh snow on a winter morning. Her slender waist was so thin that it looked like it might break, and her small belly button was adorable.

I was floored.
I felt like I was going to faint.
I had seen Yuika in her underwear before, but this was the first time I had focused on her waist like this.

Moreover, she was voluntarily pulling up her gym clothes.
The unusual situation and the captivating waist were alluring, and my rational mind was being drained of life at a furious pace.

I’ll be honest with you.
Up until now, I’ve only had my eyes on Yuika’s F-cups.

But now, at this moment, I feel like a new door has opened for me.
Waist, I like it too…

“Souta? What’s wrong? You froze like you were hit by a petrifying demon eye.”
“A little…time. I’m just pondering the unknown horizons.”
“Huh, okay, but…”

Reason-san was still being drained of life.
In order to maintain a sense of normalcy, I took a deep breath.
Then, with her gym clothes pulled up, Yuika said something outrageous.

“Are you not going to touch it?”
“—!? What? What are you…doing?”
“Here’s my belly. I got to touch Souta’s too, so now we’re even, right?”
“What do you mean…?”

With an obvious look on her face, Yuika was still showing her stomach.
There was not a hint of sarcasm in the air.

—She had a face with no evil intentions, as if to say, “Souta looked embarrassed by being touched, so I’ll let him touch me too and make him my partner.”

It was like when we were kids and I said, ‘You gave me half a doughnut yesterday, so I’ll give you half my chocolate today. Now we’re even.’

I shuddered.
…Apparently, touching each other’s belly was not erotic in Yuika’s mind.
In other words, this girl doesn’t even notice. She doesn’t realize that I’m feeling very erotic right now, looking at her white, thin waist!

“Ah, goodness! Why is my childhood friend so defenseless in the weirdest places…?”
“W-What’s wrong with you? Why are you twisting your body to the limit and looking in agony!?”
“Shut up! If you want to touch me? I’ll touch you in exchange!?.”
“Eh, ah, yeah. You can touch me if you want.”

Yuika pulled up the hem of her dress even more. It was a consideration to make it easier for me to touch her. This kind of care took away even more of Rational’s HP, and angels and demons start battling in my head.

…Are you sure you want to do this? I still think it’s a bad idea, right? No, but Yuika doesn’t think it was erotic, and a little fingertip poking was fine. No, no, no, that’s not the point, okay? Did you forget that Aoi-chan gave you a lecture!? Well, that’s true…! But if we’re childhood friends, isn’t it normal to touch her stomach? No, it’s not! I’m not calling her my childhood friend anymore!

The angel and the devil were already jumbled up, and I put my hand forward a little, but immediately pulled it back, put it forward again, and pulled it back again.

And while I was doing that, Yuika noticed.

“Souta, what are you so confused about…—Ah.”
“Eh?”
“It’s the face you make when you glance at…my chests.
“—!?”

I instantly withdraw my hand.
I took a graceful backstep and reversed. Plus declaration.

“I’m—I’m going to be a bun now!”
“A bun? What? Why?”
“Whooaaaa!”
“Hey, Souta!?”

Leaping with such force that Yuika’s ponytail swayed in the gust of wind, I jumped into the covers of her bed.

I turned my body, which was on the verge of a dive, into an assault on the futon.
With a flowing motion, I formed a bun and sealed myself in. I then shouted with all my might.

“Watch me, Iori! And Aoi-chan! I’ll endure! I will endure the natural temptation of my defenseless childhood friend!”
“…Um, Souta? Souta-san?”
“I’m going to endure this—!”

I’ll do my best to ignore the calls from outside the futon.
The buns became a fortress of the mind, and I continued to bask endlessly until Iori, the bulwark of ethics, came home.

And after that.
To be honest, I’ve been too scared to ask Yuika how much she has figured out about me opening my eyes to the goodness of her waist…