Vol. 1 Chapter 5 – Kyuru’s Victory
by PinkPantherEverything was over. Mina had gone home and night had fallen.
“R-Ryousuke, you’re there, right? Just like you asked… I-I’m wearing just a shirt over my bare skin with tights… S-So, what do I do now? Should I dance… or maybe, um… step on you or something?”
Click—the door to the dressing room opened just a crack, and Lisara’s voice echoed down the hallway. It was soft, timid.
Ryousuke couldn’t answer.
“A-Anyway! W-We can’t do anything naughty, alright? Not unless we’re, um… contracted or something. I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t maybe consider it as thanks, b-but… sorry!”
He could hear her. Clear as day. But it felt so far away.
It wasn’t the same sensation as when he was under Gram’s control.
His head was burning, like it was on fire. And yet… his strength was draining away.
DOKU DOKU… Something vital—something he shouldn’t be losing—was seeping out of him…
“Hey… Ryousuke? Huh? That’s weird…”
Lisara peeked her head out from the door.
“Ryousuke? Why are you lying face-down and twitching like that?”
She tilted her head as she saw him collapsed in the hallway, trembling.
“My, Onee-sama… what a vulgar and provocative outfit you’ve chosen,”
Kyuru stood on the other side of Ryousuke, visibly annoyed.
“Kyuru?! What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean what? Until I’ve gathered enough spirit energy, I have no choice but to live where Caesar is.”
“Ah… that’s true.”
“I’ve also finished processing the Shinigami Realm’s intel manipulation, just as you asked. With this, both Onee-sama and I can operate freely here for the time being. Honestly though, I was going to use that intel route to sabotage you… ughh.”
“Good work. Well, if you don’t want anyone finding out you bowed to a dog, you’ll listen to me for a while. You still owe me, remember?”
“Yes, yes, I know that! And if you and the Singular One form a contract, that’ll boost Kyuru’s achievements too. I can do this, I’m capable, I am Kyuru!”
With a pumped fist, Kyuru gave herself a cheer, then clapped her hands.
“Oh, right. Onee-sama?”
“What?”
“This pervert here—his dirty fantasies are too strong. He’s practically dying. Look, he’s lying in a literal pool of blood.”
She pointed to Ryousuke’s head.
What was he soaking in?
Obviously… a sea of nosebleed.
“KYAAAAAAaaaaaa—!!”
Lisara let out a full-throated scream.
“My, my, Onee-sama… To think you’ve gotten this emotionally invested in him. Ehehe~ What a surprise!”
Kyuru looked up at Lisara with an impish grin, her shoulders shaking with amusement. Lisara frantically shook her head.
“You’ve got it all wrong! I-It’s not like that! I mean… yeah, he did go through a lot, didn’t he?!”
“Hee-hoo-hmm, well~ I suppose it’s true he used some language I’ve never heard in the Shinigami Realm, and he showed levels of violence I’ve never seen either. Ah, no, no! Not saying you looked like you were enjoying being with him or anything!”
“Kyuuuuuuruuuu!!”
“Hehe~ You’re blushing! And oh my, even that boldly open cleavage is turning red. Hmm, but even now, I can’t tell if you’ve actually got cleavage to begin with.”
“Excuse me?! Look at this! It’s clearly right here!”
“Oh? Where exactly?”
Kyuru reached into her own neckline and opened it. Inside was a clearly visible valley—voluminous and pressing together in a proud, defiant manner, like a crushing blow to Lisara’s older-sister pride.
“See~? This is what you call a real cleavage. Meanwhile, yours is more like a nicely flattened plain that’s been leveled for construction.”
“W-When did you even… grow that much?! Kuuuhhh!”
“Look, look! Kyuru’s chest is totally soft and squeezable… Nnh, ahh… fufu~ even when I do it myself, it’s still so nice and squishy~”
It was pure retaliation. She puffed her chest out, practically flaunting it to emphasize its size in front of Lisara.
Lisara, meanwhile, exposed her own chest and…
“N-None! Uuu… that’s not true! I-It’s still in the development phase!”
Tears welled up in her eyes.
‘Fuh… fuhfuhfuh… I heard it. Loud and clear.’
He’d heard it. The word【cleavage】rang like thunder in Ryousuke’s ears—even as he was mentally drifting across the Sanzu River, beckoned by Grandpa. Every word since then had echoed perfectly in his soul.
Sanzu River1
‘It took a while to come back, but how could I not rise during this Eldorado moment?! Wait… I never noticed Kyuru’s chest was that… THAT—’
Energy surged inside him. The life force that had flowed out with his nosebleed now came rushing back in full.
“You mean… they were that big all along—!?”
He rose to his feet with heroic vigor.
“KYAAAH!”
“FUGYAAAH!”
Lisara and Kyuru screamed in shock, collapsed to the floor, and clung to each other, looking up at Ryousuke in stunned silence.
“W-Why are you getting excited again?!”
“Araa… your pants are definitely bulging.”
“W-Where are you looking, Onee-sama?!”
“W-Where? My, Kyuru, are you really going to make a young maiden like me say something so embarrassing?”
“That’s NOT what I meant! I’m talking about Gram!”
“Eh… ah—oh no, you’re right! It’s appearing again! No waaaaay!”
The hilt of 《Gram》 was protruding from Ryousuke’s chest once more. That’s how deeply the cleavage argument had shaken his very soul.
“Fuh… Did you really think I, and my insatiable pervy heart, could stay silent at the mere mention of boobs?!”
“That’s nothing to be proud of!”
“There’s absolutely nothing cool about that! It’s seriously disturbing!”
Despite their complaints, Ryousuke slowly gazed at the two of them.
Lisara, wearing nothing but a white shirt and tights, had four buttons undone—revealing almost half of her soft, pale chest. Kyuru’s gothic lolita outfit had been loosened as if she’d half-changed out of it, and her generous curves were hardly concealed. Though the most critical bits were hidden, pressed between their hugging bodies, their chests were softly squishing into each other—an accidental censorship caused by intimacy.
Still, the sight of their soft chests yielding to each other was a stunning spectacle. Two beautiful girls, half-undressed, clinging to one another—it was thrilling, euphoric… a moment worth immortalizing.
Excitement at max. Life complete. Please, someone record this!
“So this is Heaven… Damn, even God can be considerate. And now… without further ado—”
“W-Wait, what do you mean【further ado】—!?”
“Why not let Onee-sama go first?”
“Ah—hey! Don’t push me! If anything, the one who owes a debt should go first—Kyuru!”
“Araa, but I’m still a child, you see. I’ve never done this before, so I’m completely inexperienced~”
“I’m inexperienced too!”
As the two of them bickered, Ryousuke beamed at them with the purest grin.
“Hahaha~ Come on, you two. Why are you even fighting about that? Of course… it has to be both at once.”
Click. He unbuckled his belt.
“「「NOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!」」”
As expected of cousins—just as the two of them let out perfectly synchronized screams…
“Waaan!”
“Huh? M-Master!?”
Ryousuke saw it clearly.
Caesar’s head moved—like a blur—driving forward at furious speed, and then vanished…
Right between his legs.
Clang! There was a sound like striking metal.
“N-No way… faster than me… now…? S-Sensei’s wall… it’s… too high to climb…”
Ryousuke collapsed backward in a starfish sprawl, completely unconscious. Still…stiff, both above and below.
“That was close. You saved me, Caesar.”
Caesar barked proudly—【Waan!!】
“Onee-sama… you’ve done something unthinkable. Embedding 《Gram》 into a guy like this… feels like a global-level threat to women everywhere.”
“Ugh… I-I can’t even deny it…”
“Haaah… the future feels grim already.”
Sighing, Kyuru stood up, brushing off her skirt.
“I’ll have some tea and calm down a little.”
She walked toward the dining room, Caesar happily following behind.
Left alone, Lisara stood up and called out,
“See? This is your precious naked Y-shirt with tights look.”
She let out a small giggle and gave a playful twirl, spreading the hem of the shirt dramatically.
“There. I showed you.”
With that, Lisara leaned down and peeked at Ryousuke’s face.
“Why’d he have to collapse right when both of us were…? He could’ve at least…”
She gave him a light flick to the head.
Then, with a shy smile, she stood up and stepped into the dressing room to change back into normal clothes.
“W-What am I even saying… ahaha…”
Meanwhile, Ryousuke, still fainted, could once again hear Grandpa calling to him from the Sanzu River…but deep down, he had the strange feeling there was another voice he should’ve heard—one far more important.
Afterword
Nice to meet you, I’m Tachibana Pan.
I was told, 【Submit your afterword by a certain day ☆】— and so, here I am, writing it on that very day. Thinking about it… I feel like I’ve been doing pretty much everything on the day it’s due. I’m not young anymore, so I really should work on developing things like time management and preparation.
Actually, I was thinking of writing this with a cool vibe at the counter of my favorite drinking spot (a shamo chicken place in Ikebukuro!), but once I eat and drink, I just feel too happy to get any work done.
Now that I’ve written this much, I suddenly remembered that, hey, this is my first time meeting you all — so I should’ve written about the story and said my thanks here in a more sensitive, thoughtful way. That’s what writers are supposed to do in afterwords. Apparently, it makes you more attractive. That’s what some of my author friends say, anyway.
So, about this book…
It all began when my editor, Ms. K, called me a pervert and told me,【If you’re a pervert, write something perverted】while stepping on me with stiletto heels during a meeting. From that moment on, with every meeting, my various interests were gradually exposed, and in the end, I awakened to something… and completed this work.
Big breasts are nice, but small ones are nice too, right?
If you picked up on my pathos, then I’m very, very happy.
Also… legs.
Just kidding. I swear, that was all a joke. Seriously. If I don’t say that, I’m going to get stepped on again.
What I really wanted to say is this: if you felt even a bit of a boy’s burning desire—wait, I mean, heart—then that’s what matters most.
Inside every boy’s soul is something hot—burning, even. And it’s that fiery heart that gives him the strength to overcome hardship.
Yeah. That sounded super cool. Totally attractive.
Now, some thanks:
First and foremost, to you, the reader who picked up this book—thank you so much I could cry. Seriously, thank you.
Next, my thanks to Ms. K, my editor. Not for stepping on me or hitting me with a whip (definitely not), but for going through all kinds of trouble with me and supporting me.
Also, thank you to Mr. S-numa. It’s thanks to eating and drinking with you that I’m here now.
To Katsurai Yoshia, the handsome artist who draws cute, dignified, and slightly naughty illustrations!
To the folks in the Nomication Club who hang out with me to blow off steam—take care of your livers, seriously.
[ノミニケーション,Drinking + communication”
It refers to the Japanese cultural practice of bonding through drinking together]
To the owner of the Shamo Ichi restaurant, who starts drunkenly chatting with me himself—your delicious shamo dishes give me strength for tomorrow.
To my beloved dog, Kanna. Please stop stepping on my important bits when I oversleep and crawling between my legs.
And finally, to everyone else—like Mr. Gato who I asked for the obi text, the suave creators of the “Kuri-Kai,” the people on Twitter—there are so many people I want to thank. But meh, it’s a hassle, so let’s leave it at that.
I think this heartfelt thank-you section really shows off my gentle nature.
Surely Shamo Ichi will treat me to a drink for this.
Anyway, see you next volume—Hard to believe, but apparently, there will be one!
Speaking of which, I always did my summer homework the day of the first day of school, too…
TL:
So, how was the vol1 after 12 years. Actually, I could have started much earlier but this series got lost in my memories. It was until a video shared on twitter that I remember about this series and decide to work on it. Although, vol1 is free..starting vol2 will be time gated. 2weeks gap between chapters. I hope to any fans of these series look forward as much as I do. See you in vol2