Vol. 3 Chapter 3 – Dangerous Rehearsal

Monday morning, the day of the rehearsal, finally arrived.

Thanks to that, it seemed Kaga Ryousuke’s pervy soul had recovered quite a bit and upon waking up, even Musuko-sama was showing signs of being lively again. Still riding that refreshing mood, after confirming that Lisara and Kyuru had properly finished drinking their morning milk as part of their new routine, he headed off to school.

“Hey, Ryousuke. Where exactly in the school are they doing this test of courage in the first place?”

Lisara asked.

“Yes, I am curious about that as well. I would prefer it not to be something dull like in the gymnasium.”

“Wan!”

Kyuru and Caesar joined the conversation.

“You’ll find out as soon as we get there.”

“So you’re just trying to be mysterious?”

At Ryousuke’s answer, Lisara slightly pouted her lips.

“It’s not that I’m trying to be mysterious, it’s just that it’s obvious at a glance. Feels stupid to go out of my way to explain.”

“Hmph.”

“Anyway, if we just turn that corner, we’ll be there. No need to rush.”

“I am impatient by nature, you know. Yes, I am absolutely impatient.”

“Indeed, Lisara-oneesama is impatient.”

“Wan!”

Kyuru and Caesar nodded along. Thanks to that, Lisara’s lips were not just slightly but extremely pouted now.

“Don’t sulk over something like this…”

“Shut up. A maiden’s heart is easily wounded. Or what, are you saying you’re going to comfort me?”

Lisara shot him a sharp glance, making Ryousuke blink.

“Huh, me?”

“Ah yes, yes, I was the fool for expecting anything.”

Lisara briskly sped ahead with quick steps.

“Hey, wait, come on! What are you even mad about?”

“I’m not mad! I said I’m not mad!”

As Ryousuke hurried to catch up, Lisara’s walking pace kept increasing to match his speed.

“Oi, at this point you’re practically running!”

“I’m in the mood to run!”

“Why?!”

“How should I know?!”

“No, it’s your mood, isn’t it?!”

“That’s why I said I don’t know!”

It had completely turned into a game of tag.

“Haah, honestly, what are they doing… this is just silly.”

“Wan! (It means keeping up with the kids is tiring.)”

Kyuru and Caesar exchanged a conversation that was half making sense, half not, as they leisurely followed behind.

“Wait, they stopped right after turning the corner!”

“Well, that’s because Lisara finally stopped running.”

“It can’t be helped. It really is obvious at a glance.”

Lisara muttered with a hint of exasperation. Her gaze was fixed on the Momozono Academy high school building. The windows and walls on its right half had been painted black.

Here and there were even some ghost decorations.

“See? Told you.”

“Uh, so… did the art club do this or something?”

“The art club and Tamano-senpai’s place. Apparently, ever since that senpai enrolled, the entire event has been on a much larger scale.”

“Well, I guess that’s nice… in a way.”

“It seems the person himself is enjoying it the most, so why not?”

“Exactly, just like Kyuru said.”

When Ryousuke started walking again, Lisara tilted her head and murmured『I wonder if this is really fine』 before following along.

“Oh, perfect timing, you’re here.”

When they reached the first-floor entrance of the school building, it seemed that was serving as the reception area, where Tamano was waiting with a face that practically radiated excitement. Along with her were the other members chosen to play the role of the scarers: Mina, Iria, Malbec, Ranbashi, Gojou Arashi and Onizaki.

“Good morning, Ryousuke-kun.”

Mina raised her hand slightly and greeted him.

“You’re early, Mina.”

“Yeah, I was so excited I ended up waking up early…”

She was the type who secretly enjoyed things like field trips.

“Lisara-san, you’re late.”

At Iria’s mocking words, Lisara let out a sharp『hmph』through her nose.

“You’re the one who’s too early. Looks like the impatient one here is you.”

“Too bad. Iria just happens to be a popular gravure idol, you know. I had a shoot that lasted until morning. Thanks to that, I only slept in the taxi. Fwaaaah. I even took a shower at the TV station and came straight here without going home. Being a popular model is tough, you know♡”

She let out an exaggerated yawn.

“Like you have any right to brag, with those fake boobs.”

“Wha—oh my, aren’t Lisara-san’s breasts at a level where you don’t even need a bra?”

“How rude! I take proper care of them!”

“With padding, right?”

“Don’t lump me together with you, you fake-boob idol!”

“The-they’re not fake! They’re just full of my fans’ dreams and hopes!”

“Those fans are probably all perverts like this Ero-suke over here. And what’s stuffed in there isn’t dreams or hopes, it’s filthy fantasies!”

“Wha…”

At Lisara’s pointed remark, Iria creaked like a rusty hinge as she turned to look at Ryousuke.

“Well, you know… a man’s dreams are basically all about pervy stuff. It can’t be helped, I mean… thank you for your service.”

At a forty-five-degree angle, Ryousuke bowed deeply to Iria.

“Hi-u-uuuuuuuh. The reality I knew, the one I kept deliberately turning my eyes away from, is right here in front of me.”

“Fufufu, serves you right!”

“Kuh, kuhh, what’s this, Lisara-san, you don’t even have the bust to pack full of pervy fantasies!”

“I-I have enough, okay! At least that much!”

It was turning into some kind of incomprehensible rivalry… Kyuru was covering her mouth, desperately trying to stifle her laughter with a『puu-kusukusu』, while the others either looked exasperated or were smirking in amusement as they watched the two. Ryousuke, for his part, was simply feeling satisfied watching girls bicker over boobs, thinking how cute they looked.

In the midst of all that, the only voice of reason was Mina.

“Um, uh, let’s not fight so early in the morning.”

“Mina…”

“Mina-sa…”

Lisara and Iria both turned toward Mina with their angry faces still on, as if saying『don’t butt in』and for some reason fell silent.

“What is this… this overwhelming feeling of emptiness…”

“Unfair… so unfair…”

Overcome with a sense of defeat, the two glanced repeatedly at Mina’s chest before moving apart.

“Uh, um… well…”

“Perhaps, in the end, the truly noble thing is… bust size.”

Tamano nodded in agreement to the bewildered Mina.

“No, Tamano-senpai. Even small has its own charm. Sure, I prefer them big but small breasts have their own kind of wabi-sabi.”wabi-sabi¹

“Wabi-sabi… my bust is wabi-sabi… why do I not feel praised at all?”

At Ryousuke’s words, Lisara muttered under her breath… and because she did it while casting a dark glare at him, Ryousuke felt a chill run down his back even before the test of courage began.

“We-well, even without big chests, both of you are fine, aren’t you? I mean… you’re still seen as women.”

Ranbashi murmured in a low voice. The color of her eyes was hidden deep behind her glasses.

“All right then, let’s decide everyone’s roles.”

Tamano clapped his hands hurriedly.

“I was thinking we’d decide most by drawing lots but for one role, the nurikabe, I want Iria-kun to do it.”Nurikabe²

“Wha— wh-why me?!”

“Don’t you understand, Iria-kun?”

“Not at all! I don’t get it one bit! I’m an idol, you know!”

“But you have absolutely no understanding of the value of breasts. Ryousuke-kun is right. Just as small chests have their own charm, so do chests that are hollowed flat.”

“H-hollowed… flat…”

Iria froze stiff.

“Yes, Iria-kun and Lisara-kun both have the proud status of hinnyuu.”hinnyuu³

“Ahaha… so I have the status of hinnyuu… ahaha… ahaha… sniff… sniffle…”

Tears welled up in Lisara’s eyes.

“And because you, Iria-kun, are not aware of that fact, you must rediscover yourself by playing the role of a perfectly leveled, completely flat, nothing-but-a-board nurikabe!”

“Perfectly leveled… completely flat…”

Iria muttered.

“Nothing but a board…”

Lisara muttered.

And together they sobbed, 「「Uuuhhh…」」

In the end, the lottery decided Ryousuke would be the mummy, Lisara the yuki-onna and so on.

“Lastly, I’d like to decide the guest role for today’s rehearsal.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to just call in another student instead of picking from among us?”

Gojou Arashi, in the role of the vampire, lightly brushed his long black hair back as he voiced his question.

At her words, Onizaki, who was playing the zashiki-warashi, nodded vigorously.zashiki-warashi⁴

“He’s right. If someone takes the guest role, they won’t be able to rehearse.”

“You two have a point. But I don’t want to reveal the contents of the test of courage to other students. The inner workings should remain completely untouched by outsiders.”

“Tamano-kun, you’re wasting money again…”

“As always, Tamano is such an idiot.”

Since they were all third-years, Gojou Arashi and Onizaki didn’t mince words.

“Don’t say that. We should all be able to enjoy this together.”

“Tamano-senpai, you’re not… planning to volunteer for the guest role yourself, are you?”

At Ryousuke’s words, Tamano’s shoulders jumped for an instant. Then, after taking a deep breath, he looked at Ryousuke.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“Bulls-eye… In that case, for the sake of protecting Lisara and Mina, I can’t let you be the guest.”

“W-why would you think that?”

“We’re going to be placed separately, right? Which means there won’t be many people around.”

“Y-yeah.”

“You were planning to set up tricks to peek under skirts, trip and grab boobs, rub someone’s butt with a konnyaku, spin a yuki-onna’s obi and unwrap it, and all sorts of other things!”Konnyaku⁵

Ryousuke pointed at Tamano with a sharp gesture.

“I doubt he’d go that far…” Lisara murmured, but—

“H-how did you know?! Don’t tell me you snuck in last night and checked my traps!”

Tamano confessed on his own.

“Fufu, I don’t have to sneak in. Tamano-senpai, I can deduce what a guy would think of doing!”

“Kuh… Then what if the vampire’s coffin is actually double-bottomed so I can slip underneath while she’s lying in it and breathe heavily?”

Ryousuke replied with a thumbs-up.

“Or the mummy’s bandages are actually toilet paper, so when water is poured they turn see-through?”

“Kuhh, then the creature from the Black Lagoon—!”

“I’ve seen the mermaid costume. And it’s an extremely high-leg mermaid swimsuit!”

“I’ve lost! My year-long grand plan!”

Tamano dropped to his knees in defeat.

“Hmph, not just for a year — I’ve been running simulations for years about all the things I’d want to do during a test of courage!”

“D-damn it… as expected of Kaga Ryousuke, known as Ero-suke, who was chosen as one of the Weirdoes in just his first term thanks to that overflowing lecherous soul of his!”

“In any case, I can’t let Tamano-senpai do such erotic and enviable things. I will protect Lisara and Mina!”

Crossing his arms, Ryousuke looked down at Tamano and declared again.

“Yes, that’s why I’ll be the guest role!”

“Rejected!”

For some reason, all the girls (except Ranbashi) shot him down at once…

After that, they spent about thirty minutes dismantling every last ero-trap. The only thing that couldn’t be swapped out in time was the mummy costume Ryousuke had drawn in the lottery — made out of toilet paper.

And so, because of that, Ryousuke ended up being the one to play the guest role…

※ ※ ※

“Okay, I just follow the arrows, right…”

He walked through the dim school building, relying on the faint glow of the lantern-shaped light he’d been given. Even though it was a building he was used to walking through, the grassy set decorations, the hyuu-doro-doro style BGM, and the occasional waft of lukewarm air made it feel like a completely different place.

“Seriously, just how much did Tamano-senpai put into this?”

The school had been completely turned into a haunted house.

“Well, it should be about time for the first scare poi—”

Ryousuke suddenly froze in place. In front of him was a leopard woman in her underwear.

It probably didn’t make sense to say it that way but it didn’t make sense to him either.

“Ufufufu♡”

All he could tell was that Malbec was lying on a round platform under purple and pink spotlights, beckoning to him with her fingers.

“L-leopard print panties and a bra?!”

And she had cat ears and a cat tail attached.

“Gao~ I’ll eat you up♡”

“Please eat me!!”

Any thought along the lines of that’s not a haunted house outfit didn’t even occur to him. Ryousuke ran forward, ready to throw himself into the arms of the adult leopard woman before him.

Yes — Malbec’s breasts could rival Mina’s.

And they were real.

They might be a little saggy with age but that just made them even better.

“Sorry, Lisara! A man… a man has moments when, even knowing the consequences, he must give himself completely! This is the way of a man’s life! Hyah-hoooooi!!”

“Gao~♡”

“Waoooooon!!”

That was when—

“《Binding Chain》!”

Iria’s voice rang out and Ryousuke’s body froze mid-run.

“M-my boobs are just two meters away!!”

“Maybe worry about the fact you can’t move first!”

“Oh, you’re right.”

With a sigh, Iria waddled over in her nurikabe costume.

“Really, you’re such a simple-minded idiot. If there’s a sexy woman in a haunted house, wouldn’t you at least be suspicious? Normally?”

“Do not falter, do not fear, do not hesitate. A man has mountains he must climb. Yes — the noble Mother Mountain called『Boobs』.”

“Even if you make that sound like something profound, it doesn’t help, you know.”

“And after charging toward those giant breasts… I get a cutting board instead…”

“I am NOT a cutting board!!”

Iria shouted and promptly tripped over.

“Ow, my nose…”

“See? Big boobs work as a proper cushion but you went in nose first!”

“Th-thad’s nod id! I-it’s this damn costume’s fault!”

“Branch Chief…what are you doing? Let’s get on with it already.”

Malbec, her chest swaying, helped Iria back onto her feet.

“Ugh, it’s really hard to walk in this thing, so it can’t be helped…”

“Well, then just take it off—”

“Oh…”

A few minutes later.

Back in her normal school uniform, Iria looked down at the immobilized Ryousuke with smug confidence. Her bust was no longer the usual full shape — there was no sign of any rise or fall, just a level horizon.

“Hey, you didn’t even change from the nurikabe.”

“Don’t judge just by bust size! Uuugh… I didn’t have time to cast the breast-enhancement spell…”

“Such an empty chest…”

“N-no one wants to be hinnyuu… sniff sniff…”

“Branch Chief, let’s just get on with it…”

“Eh? Ah, ahhh, ahem, yes, yes, let’s get started.”

“Wait, are you two aiming for my first time? No way, I want a proper one-on-one lesson for that.”

“Nobody’s aiming for that!!”

“Oh, but a younger husband might not be so bad…”

Malbec gave Ryousuke a sly grin. Feeling the danger of what could only be called the prison of life, Ryousuke still found the warning bells in his head drowned out by the sight of her swaying breasts.

“Ryousuke-kun, since you won’t be able to marry a woman after this, it’s only natural to get aroused.”

“Oh, right. What a shame.”

“Wait a second! What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Ufufu, I’ll introduce you to your ideal woman♡”

Without answering his question, Iria and Malbec placed their hands on Ryousuke’s head.

“O giant who was slain by Thor in a falsehood, and who bears a deep, deep grudge — now, here, take back your bride.”

“O giant who was slain by Thor in a falsehood, and who bears a deep, deep grudge — now, here, take back your bride.”

Iria and Malbec’s hands flared with golden light, which wrapped itself around Ryousuke’s body. Like a wedding dress, the golden glow enveloped him completely.

“《The False Bride of Thrymr》, 《The False Bride of Thrymr》…”

With those words, something in Ryousuke’s heart began to awaken.

“《The False Bride of Thrymr》, 《TThe False Bride of Thrymr》…”

With those words, something in Ryousuke began to vanish.

“《The False Bride of Thrymr》!”

“U-uaaaaaaaahhh!?”

Something fundamental within him flipped.

Something welled up inside Ryousuke.

Something vanished inside Ryousuke.

──O-oOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

《Broken Sword Gram》 cried out as if weeping… and then vanished.

“Hah… hahh… wh-what did you do to me…”

As the golden wedding dress of light disappeared, Ryousuke braced himself on the floor with his hands.

His body felt unbearably hot. And his chest felt incredibly heavy.

It was as if it wasn’t his own body anymore.

“Ahaha, better than I expected♡”

“S-so what the hell did you do to me?!”

“Ufufu, I told you — I’d introduce you to your ideal woman. Here, a mirror.”

Iria held out a hand mirror.

“A mirror… oh, there’s an incredibly gorgeous girl I’ve never seen before. Wait… whaaaaat the heeeeeeeell is this?!”

Inside the mirror was a single beautiful girl.

Her eyes shone with a gentle radiance, her breasts looked full and soft enough to squeeze between one’s hands, and her smile alone seemed bright enough to light up the world.

On top of that, she was wearing a boy’s school uniform so loosely that it hung off her — a major bonus.

Yes, despite the fact that it was his own reflection, the girl in the mirror was an unmistakable beauty.

“Ufufu, that’s what you look like right now, Ryousuke-kun.”

As Ryousuke sat up straighter, staring at the hand mirror with rapt attention, Iria smiled at him.

“Uh, Branch Chief.”

“What is it, Malbec?”

“But why exactly did you turn Kaga Ryousuke into a girl? This took a huge amount of spirit money converted into spiritual power, you know. Thanks to this, more than half of mine is gone…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t get it?”

“Well, not completely.”

Malbec scratched her head awkwardly.

“You incompetent… Listen, if I turn Ryousuke-kun into a girl, Lisara-san won’t be able to absorb his pervy soul anymore. Right now, even if Ryousuke-kun looks at a woman, he shouldn’t get all hot and bothered — because he’s a girl himself. Fufufu, if Lisara-san can’t replenish her spiritual power, she’ll have no choice but to slink back to the Shinigami Realm in misery.”

“I-I see… but, um…”

“What?”

“Well, he’s kind of panting while staring into the mirror…”

“Eh?”

Iria quickly turned to look at Ryousuke.

“So cute…”

While gazing into the hand mirror, Ryousuke let out an awed murmur.

“Ugh…”

“This line from the neck down to the collarbone… beautiful♡”

“Uh, Ryousuke-kun?”

“The shape of the ears is perfect. And those eyes — just meeting their gaze could melt the bones right out of a man. Haaaah… these fingers, too — so thin, so white, so smooth. And above all… these breasts. I can tell even through the uniform — this shape, this size, this softness. What is this? She’s my ideal. My ideal beautiful girl is right here in the mirror!”

Completely forgetting that Iria was even there, Ryousuke kept murmuring heatedly as he stared at his reflection.

“Great hip line too. Those legs — ahh, I’d love to look up at them while being pressed down by her toes. Haaah, haaah… but still, above all, these breasts… Dammit, here I go — I’m taking another step up the stairway to adulthood!”

Swallowing hard, Ryousuke looked down at his chest.

“I’ll squeeze them. I… I’ll squeeze them. They’re my ideal boobs… and they’re mine, so it’s not weird. No problem!”

Gathering all his willpower, he brought his trembling hands toward his chest.

Whether it was the tension in the air or something else, even Iria and Malbec held their breath as they watched.

“Do it, Kaga Ryousuke. Take the step, Kaga Ryousuke!”

Slowly, slowly, but steadily, his hands moved closer to his chest.

“I-I’m touching them. It’s fine, right, me?!”

Shouting—

“Yes, it’s fine, me!”

—he answered himself and crossed the line.

Funyuu.

“Ahhn♡”

The moment he touched them through the fabric, a jolt of electricity shot through his body and Ryousuke let out an involuntary breathy moan.

He continued gently kneading them, funyu funyu.

“Aaaan♡”

He couldn’t hold back his voice.

The sensation was making him feel strangely aroused, so Ryousuke pulled his hands away from his chest.

“F…fuu, those are some terrifying breasts. Even through clothing, the way they cling to my hands — so soft. Too soft…”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. Even that sweat seemed to carry a pleasant fragrance. Truly, this was a fearsome level of beauty.

“But my ambition won’t stop here.”

His gaze dropped even lower.

Yes…this was El Dorado. A sacred land where grasslands stretched endlessly. A mystical realm.

His crotch.

“Heh…am I really gonna do it? Am I really about to take another step up the stairs to adulthood without letting this stroke of luck slip away…?”

He grabbed his belt and unfastened it.

Unbuttoned. Opened.

“Is this really okay? My first proper look… at the holy hidden sanctuary all men long for… and it’s gonna be my own?”

He hesitated. Grappled with the thought like a man facing a mortal dilemma.

“If I were still a guy, this’d be a guaranteed KO. Yeah, in English — A Man KO!”

[Hope you guys gets it and no need for me to explain]

He took a deep breath and shouted. The『is』part? He didn’t care.

“Hey, Malbec… Ryousuke-kun really is… an idiot, right?”

“That’s what they call something you can’t fix even if it kills you, isn’t it?”

The mutterings of Iria and Malbec didn’t even register in Ryousuke’s ears. The only thing that mattered was how to resolve this deep, deep conflict.

‘That’s right. First, I need to confirm if I’ve really become a girl all the way down there. Looking comes after that…’

Ryousuke stood up and raised his hand.

“All right!”

He swung it down but at the last second, fear slowed him.

Instead of striking, he ended up touching it gently, almost like a caress.

Suso… peta…

“Somehow that felt more erotic… but nope, nothing there. Not a trace of Musuko-sama.”

Which meant the inside was definitely girl parts. No way it was just smooth like a mannequin or a figurine.

And thinking that only made Ryousuke even more curious.

“Hmm, yeah, I got it. This is mine. Which means this isn’t really the same as looking at it officially. So… no count, no count. It’s like a little girl accidentally seeing her dad’s elephant in the bath — doesn’t count. Yeah, that’s a universal rule.”

Declaring that, he began pulling down his pants while still standing. In his rush, he couldn’t get them off cleanly and ended up hopping on one foot.

“Whoa, calm down, me. I’m not gonna run from this. That’s right, because it’s me and what I’m about to see is also me.”

Snorting hard through his nose, he managed to free one leg.

“Just a little more…”

And when he pulled his other foot free from the pants—

“For crying out loud, how long are you going to keep fooling aroun— wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-WHAAAT!?”

Tamano, who had come looking for the dawdling Ryousuke, suddenly erupted in a nosebleed.

“A cross-dressing… trunks-wearing… beautiful girl… m-m-m-mo… a-a-a-a— ahem. Could it be that you’ve been waiting for me with your clothes off?”

Tamano closed the distance quickly.

“N-no, that’s not it! This beautiful girl is mine, by me, and for me!”

Ryousuke threw the pants he’d just managed to take off at Tamano. But of course, something like that wasn’t going to stop him.

“Ahh, the way those magnificent breasts sway… No, there’s no way I can refuse such boldness. As a man, as Tamano Hikaru, I will accept your love!”

His tone was calm but his eyes were shaped like hearts and his breathing was heavy as he advanced.

“N-no… nooooo, I’m gonna get raaaaviiished—!!”

Ryousuke ran. All he could do was run.

“Haha, so shy after coming this far. Come, jump into my arms! Let’s go to the summer festival together, cruise the summer seas, and enjoy a summer adventure! For you, I’d rent out Hawaii itself!”

Tamano took off after him.

“Uh… let’s just pretend we didn’t see that.”

“Y-yeah. We don’t even have enough spirit money to change him back anyway…”

“Right? Ahaha… ahahahahaha…”

“Ahahahahahaha…”

Iria and Malbec forced the scene they had just witnessed out of their minds.

***

“Where are you hiding, my sweet honey cat? I’ll give you a gorgeous and sweet, burning-hot summer night as a gift.”

Tamano’s voice came closer, accompanied by the sound of steady footsteps.

“Fufu, I know. Love is all about the chase, isn’t it? You’re trying to make me burn with desire like this. But my heart is already a burning campfire, you know? Come on out, my sweet honey cat.”

The voice drew nearer.

“………………”

In the shadow of a stone Jizou statue that had been set up as part of the haunted house props, Ryousuke crouched with his knees hugged to his chest, holding his breath.

Running had made him realize something — this body had less strength than his usual self.

And considering that his normal self wasn’t especially athletic to begin with, this meant he was even worse now.

He had judged that even if he kept running, Tamano would catch him, so he had no choice but to hide here. But… if he was found, he would definitely be unable to resist.

Which meant Tamano would do all sorts of things to him.

‘Stop… the thought of having a guy do anything to me… kuh!’

Just imagining it gave him goosebumps.

He knew exactly the kind of things Tamano would do to the beautiful-girl version of him.

Unbutton three buttons on his shirt to savor the glimpse of cleavage.

Take off his socks to savor the toes and soles of his feet.

Trace a finger down his spine to savor the shiver.

Admire the hip line to his heart’s content.

Not bold enough to jump straight to the extreme stuff, so start with tickling and savor that.

Acclimate his soul to a woman’s body first — like easing into a pool before diving in — and then afterward…

“Boobs! Butt! Thighs!”

Ryousuke shouted, turned on by his own imagination.

Naturally, the result was—

“Haha, so the teasing game is over already?”

He’d given away his position to Tamano.

“I’m such an iiiiiiiiidiot!”

He quickly checked his surroundings. Tamano was charging down the hallway from one side. The opposite direction led to stairs and more hallway, and in front of him was a wall. Behind him…

“Lucky!”

Hidden by some shrub-like decoration was a door. Without thinking, Ryousuke grabbed the handle and carefully, quietly opened it, slipping inside.

It was a classroom. Dimly lit by only a faint glow.

“………………”

He gently closed the door behind him and held his breath.

“That’s strange… not here. I could have sworn I heard the voice from around here. Unless… he escaped via the stairs. Fufufufufu, my sweet honey cat, I’ll be catching up to you right away.”

Tamano’s footsteps faded into the distance.

“Phew… I’m safe…”

The moment Ryousuke stood up, relief and the exhaustion from sprinting at full speed made him stumble.

“Whoa, whoa—”

“Ah, are you okay?”

He was suddenly caught from behind.

“Eh?”

“What are you doing wearing a boy’s uniform? And you’re not even wearing pants…”

Recognizing the familiar voice, he turned around and sure enough, it was Lisara. She was in what looked like a yuki-onna costume — a white kimono, though she was wearing it quite sloppily. Her chest was unnecessarily exposed, the hem was loose so her legs were showing, and the obi wasn’t even tied properly.

“Oh, is my outfit weird too? I’ve never worn something like this before, so I’ve been struggling with it.”

Lisara looked herself over and scratched her head.

“But who are you? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Uh, well…”

Ryousuke hesitated, unsure how to explain this situation.

Would she even believe it if he told her Iria had turned him into a girl? And even if she did, that wouldn’t explain why he wasn’t wearing pants or why Tamano had been chasing him. As he hesitated—

“Ah, you must be the helper Tamano-senpai sent. Good. I was having trouble wearing this outfit properly.”

Lisara reached her own conclusion without asking him anything more.

“Sorry, but I’m going to start over from scratch, so help me out.”

“Wait, hold on—”

Before he could stop her, Lisara was already untying her obi.

Unfortunately, his eyes had already adjusted to the dim light in this room. And in that vision, Lisara was revealing her slender body without restraint, in the easygoing way one might when in front of another woman.

“…………”

No words came out — neither to stop her nor to tell her he was really Ryousuke.

How was he supposed to describe this scene, with her kimono sliding off like that?

The obi loosened, and the pale skin underneath reflected the dim light as it was revealed.

Slowly, her chest came into view, and a plain white bra appeared before his eyes.

“…Kuh.”

He couldn’t help but avert his gaze.

It wasn’t like peeking. When it was shown to him so openly, whether it was out of conscience or embarrassment, Ryousuke simply couldn’t handle it.

‘I… I should look. Yeah, I should. But, you know… there’s this thing called… circumstances… I mean… uh—ahhhh!’

Conflicted, he ended up lowering his head.

Of course he wanted to look and from here on down was the lower half. Her panties. Of course he wanted to see them, desperately. If this had been during a peeping session or in the middle of some『accidental』incident, he would have definitely looked. Stared.

But even so, when it was done so openly, he couldn’t help but keep his head lowered.

“What’s wrong?”

“Th-that, well, um…”

“Hmph, fine then. Anyway, help me fix the way this is worn.”

Lisara, still in nothing but her underwear, addressed Ryousuke without hiding a thing. If he were to raise his head right now, he would see Lisara standing there in just her bra and panties. The thought made him want to look — to let his eyes roam over her thighs, her V-line, her belly button, her bra, her collarbones. He wanted to see it all… yet his head refused to lift.

Completely unaware of his inner struggle, Lisara slipped her kimono back over her shoulders.

“Ah…”

A sigh of regret slipped from Ryousuke’s lips.

“This obi… I just can’t seem to get it right…”

Lisara twisted her neck in puzzlement as she wound the sash around her torso.

“Hey, can you try wrapping it around me from behind?”

She took off the obi again and handed it to Ryousuke.

“F-from behind… wrapping the obi…”

“Yes, please.”

Ryousuke swallowed hard. Wrapping something around a girl… it was like tying her up.

How many high school boys in the whole world had ever experienced something like that?

And not just any girl — one practically half-naked, with her underwear exposed!

“F-foooooooooh…”

He couldn’t help but tremble with excitement.

“What is it?”

“No, nothing at all! It would be my pleasure!”

He answered with all his might, then gripped the obi tightly.

Looking closely, he realized that this kimono clearly outlined the shape of her butt.

Because Lisara was holding the front of the kimono closed in front of her, the fabric pulled taut, making the curve of her rear even more distinct.

It almost seemed like even her underwear was visible through the cloth.

‘Come to think of it, I’ve heard that you don’t wear panties under a kimono. I thought it was just an urban legend… but could it actually be true?’

Once that thought took hold, it wouldn’t let go. After all, this was a chance to『tie up』a girl who might not be wearing anything underneath. Ryousuke might never get an opportunity like this again in his life.

Yes — gender didn’t matter. Achieving your dreams meant having the courage and resolve to seize the moment.

“Um…”

“What?”

“I’ve heard that you don’t wear panties under a kimono.”

“R-really!?”

“Yes!”

Ryousuke replied without a hint of hesitation.

“This is the first I’ve heard of it… but, hmm…”

Even Lisara seemed a little unsure.

“I can see the outline of your underwear through the fabric. It’s fine if you don’t mind, but…”

He steadied his mind and pointed it out with calm, logical precision.

“Is that so? Ugh, you’re right, that is embarrassing.”

“Yes.”

“O-okay, then. Hold on a second.”

Lisara, looking a bit embarrassed, let go of the kimono she’d been holding closed and grabbed her panties.

She bent forward slightly, and with a shy, deliberate motion, began sliding them down.

‘Oh, oh, not just tying her up, but I get to see her take off her panties too— ohhh, my nose is gonna bleed…’

He pressed a hand to his nose. The stimulus was so intense it felt like his brain might short-circuit.

‘Wait, I… I’m a girl right now. S-so this is… this is what they call the heart of a girl drawn to another girl — the beautiful lily itself!’

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice interjected, That’s definitely not it, but—

‘If it’s yuri, then it can’t be helped. Yeah… if it’s yuri, it’s fine to enjoy this scene. Right, it’s not like I’m enjoying it out of pervy motives or anything.’

He used that as his own self-justification.

“Nn… sho,”

Lisara lifted her right foot slightly and slid her panties off from the toes.

“Nmbuuh—”

That was the sound of Ryousuke swallowing back the nosebleed that almost burst forth.

“Ugh… even with another girl, this is still embarrassing.”

She pulled her left foot free as well and set the panties down on the nearest desk.

“N-no, um, I didn’t see anything.”

A huge lie.

“R-really? Thanks. Then, go ahead and wrap the obi for me.”

“Yes!”

Ryousuke’s face lit up as he wrapped the sash around Lisara’s waist.

“Ah… nnh… hey, don’t you think you’re a bit too close?”

“Ah, sorry. I’m not used to this. But if I don’t stay close, the obi might loosen.”

“N-no, it’s fine, but… nn…”

As he spun the sash around her, his arm brushed against Lisara’s bare, panty-less bottom. He hurriedly pulled it back.

‘Wait, what am I pulling away for?!’

He shook his head and decided this time to reach out intentionally… only for his hand to tremble.

‘Damn it, my inner chicken!!’

It was that pitiful boy’s psyche — unable to take the final step.

“Nn… nnhh…”

Lisara let out a faint breath. It seemed he had pulled the sash a little too tightly.

“Mm… nn…”

Even so, she was holding back.

And the sight of her enduring it was unbearably erotic…

‘Right now I’m tying up a girl who’s trying to endure it. This is amazing. I’m probably the only guy in the whole school who’s ever had this experience. Yeah. Satisfied, satisfied… huh?’

Swallowing hard, Ryousuke tilted his head.

Why… why was he feeling satisfied?

Why wasn’t his imagination boiling over with more and more fantasies?

In a situation this perfect, the conference room of his brain should have been in chaotic debate for hours, even days.

Yet… he felt content!

‘Damn it, all I’m doing is acknowledging that I’m happy right now! It’s not enough — I’m missing something crucial!’

Touching a girl — happy.

Seeing a pantyless bottom through fabric — happy.

Tying up a girl who’s holding back — happy.

But it ended there.

The thing beyond happiness and excitement, the thing called desire — it wasn’t welling up inside him.

The thing that drove Ryousuke wild, fulfilled him, made up the very core of his youth.

Desire. His pervy soul.

‘That’s it… that’s it! This emptiness, it’s even worse than when Lisara’s drained me dry. This… hollow… ahhh…’

Clutching his head, Ryousuke squatted down.

All excitement, all happiness, was supposed to exist to fill his pervy soul — yet no matter how much he poured in, there was no reaction.

“Because… it’s not there… not there anymore.”

He patted his crotch with a pat pat.

And of course, his burning-hot Musuko-sama wasn’t there.

He tried to think. Tried to force his fantasies into overdrive. They bubbled up, but never took shape. They refused to.

With the tears streaming down his cheeks, he traced the words fishnet tights.

But even the desire to be stepped on wouldn’t come.

“What’s wrong?”

Noticing something was off, Lisara turned and looked down at him.

Her half-open kimono — perfect.

Yes, absolutely perfect.

But still, his heart didn’t burn.

He couldn’t even feel the presence of 《Gram》.

No surging youth.

“Ooooooohhhhhh!”

Grabbing his crotch, Ryousuke howled.

“Hey, what’s really going on with you?!”

Lisara peered into his face.

The slight glimpse of her cleavage was wonderful. And that was all.

“My… my…my Excalibur! Give it back to meeeeeee!!”

It was the howl of his soul.

“Eh, Excalibur? What are you even talking about?”

“Hic… sniff… you know, my… my important thing… it’s gone. It’s been taken. Uwaaaaahhh!”

“Your important thing? That… doesn’t sound good. Who took it from you?”

“Iria did. Iria… took it… uwaaaaaahh!”

“Iria? Wait, what do you mean? Why does Iria have anything to do with this?!”

Lisara, growing irritated, grabbed the still-crying Ryousuke by the shoulders and shook him.

“I heard you! My sweet honey cat… and you there, in a no-bra shirt and just your panties! You’re the one destined to enjoy a summer adventure with me!”

“Uwah… I heard a weird crying voice, and of course it turns out to be you, Ryousuke-kun…”

Tamano and Iria (with Malbec in tow) stepped into the classroom.

“Iria, Tamano-senpai…wait, did you just say Ryousuke?” Lisara’s eyes widened.

“Oh, Lisara-san, you’re soooo clueless” Iria sighed, shaking her head in mock exasperation.

“W-what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You really don’t get it?”

“Get what?”

“That girl is Ryousuke-kun♡”

“…Huh?”

Lisara was struck speechless, and beside Iria, Tamano crumpled to the floor.

“N-no way. That’s impossible. A beautiful girl is female, and Ryousuke-kun is male. Yes, that’s right. Ryousuke-kun being female and a beautiful girl being male… it’s absurd. It can’t happen. No way, no how.”

He started muttering under his breath. Iria leaned in close to his ear and whispered:

“The girl in front of you is none other than Kaga Ryousuke himself. She might look cute but on the inside, she’s the same old Kaga Ryousuke.”

“────”

Tamano froze. He went so still it was as if his heart had stopped entirely.

And then, after a few seconds—

“Ah, hahaha, oh man… Ryousuke-kun, you were a beautiful girl all along? That’s right. Cute is justice. Whether something’s attached or whether you’re a total perv inside, as long as you’re cute, it’s fine. Yeah, that’s it. If you’re cute, you’re a girl. Because cute is everything. Ah, so Ryousuke-kun is cute, huh. I see, I see. So Ryousuke-kun was a girl all along. Because you’re cute. Ahaha, ahahahaha… am I going to have a summer fling with Ryousuke-kun? Climb the stairs to adulthood together? Ahaha, ahahahaha, aha—ha─────”

…He’d apparently snapped.

“Oh dear, humans can be surprisingly fragile” 

Iria said with a shrug, glancing at Tamano.

“Branch Chief, you caused the damage and delivered the finishing blow yourself…” 

Malbec remarked.

“Tehe♡” 

Iria replied with a cute smile.

Meanwhile, Lisara was silently staring at the still-crying Ryousuke, who kept wailing for his『Excalibur』to be returned.

“This girl is Ryousuke…” she murmured to herself.

“Now that I think about it, the way you touched me was kind of pervy, and your attitude was… Ryousuke-ish. But I didn’t feel that overwhelming, uncontrollable pervy aura I usually get from you.”

“Ah-ha, there’s a very simple reason for that” 

Iria said with a sly smile.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, Ryousuke-kun has become a real girl now. Do you know what that means?”

“No, and I don’t know why you did this either.”

“Fufu, Lisara-san, you really are a silly girl for being second seat♡” 

Iria wagged her finger lightly in front of her lips as she said『silly』.

“Ugh… says the one who cheated with fake boobs.”

“Hmph, Iria will use any means to win. More importantly, don’t you want to know what Ryousuke-kun is like right now?”

“…Yes.” 

Lisara nodded reluctantly.

“Ryousuke-kun isn’t just a girl on the outside♡”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Geez, can’t you figure it out? Basically, he’s missing the most important『thing』a boy has♡”

“『Thing』?” Lisara tilted her head.

“Yes. That♡” Iria nodded.

“Y-you mean… the thing that gets bigger when… excited…?” 

Lisara asked in an embarrassed, barely audible voice.

“Yep. The thing that gets bigger when you rub it.”

Iria answered without batting an eye.

“A girl doesn’t have one, right?”

“On the contrary, with a girl, it goes in.”

At that answer, Lisara’s face flushed bright red.

“S-stop saying things so directly!”

“Oh, I think something really direct would be the four-letter word in the phrase『chinchin kamo kamo』, you know, when a man and a woman are fooling around!”

[1. What “chinchin kamo kamo” literally looks like

ちんちん (chinchin) is a childish/slang term for “penis.” It’s not super vulgar, but still considered crude, especially in mixed company.

かもかも (kamo kamo) doesn’t have a set sexual meaning on its own. Normally かも means “maybe” or “duck,” but here Iria is using it as a playful, nonsense-sounding repeat to make the whole phrase sound suggestively silly.]

“──!!”

Lisara turned her head away, staring downwards.

“W-why do you have to say such embarrassing things?”

“Ahaha, so pure. For all you know, I might mean the kamo kamo part. Oooor… maybe Lisara-san imagined the first four letters instead?”

“T-that’s…um, well, I-I do have that much… k-knowledge…” 

Lisara mumbled seriously, fidgeting.

“Fufu, Lisara-san, you perv~♡”

“S-shut up!”

“Well, I’ll stop teasing you now. We’re not getting anywhere otherwise.”

Iria grinned at Lisara.

“Anyway, let’s just call it『kamo kamo』for now. Seems like you already know what it means.”

“I… I know… I do.”

“Right. So basically, Ryousuke-kun doesn’t even have a 『kamo kamo』. No matter how excited he gets, without one, a boy’s got no way to do anything, right?”

“W-well… I guess that’s true.”

“In other words, the male-type excitement—his erotic spirit, his sexual desire—just doesn’t well up in him now.”

“W-wait… no erotic spirit? But that’s his will to live!”

“Exactly. Since Ryousuke-kun’s turned into a girl and lost his『kamo kamo』, the poor thing’s will to live has been sealed away. Do you understand what that means?”

“W-what it means…?”

“It means you won’t be able to get any more spirit energy from him. Ahaha, I wonder how many days your 《Existence Bond Raise》will last. You’ll have to crawl back to the Shinigami Realm in disgrace~ Ahahaha!”

Iria laughed in triumph, shaking the fake boobs she’d restored at some point.

“… … …”

Lisara stayed silent, looking at Ryousuke. Her shoulders began to tremble slightly.

Iria, sensing an opportunity, spoke with glee.

“What’s wrong? Are you frustrated? Hey, how do you feel? Hm, hm?”

“Iria. Let me ask you just one thing.”

“Hm? If it’s『please forgive me』, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Like I’d say that to you. I’m talking about Ryousuke.”

Lisara glared at her.

“What about him?”

“When I run out of spirit money to power my《Existence Bond Raise》 and get forcibly sent back to the Shinigami Realm… you will turn Ryousuke back to normal, won’t you?”

“Hmm… I dunno, should I?”

Malbec was startled by her answer.

“W-wait, is that true?”

“Shut it. Stay out of this.”

One sharp word from Iria made Malbec shrink back and go quiet.

“Iria.”

Lisara fixed her gaze on her.

“If you don’t, I’ll report you to the higher-ups for harming a human.”

“Oh? If you do that, I’ll tattle that you stabbed Ryousuke-kun with Gram. And I’m sure there are other juicy tidbits too.”

“Hmph. Like it matters now. I’m going to be forcibly sent back to the Shinigami Realm in disgrace anyway.”

“It’s not just disgrace—you’ll get punished too, you know?”

“So what? I won’t let Ryousuke be troubled any further. Not with the Restall family name on the line.”

“…You’re serious?”

Lisara met Iria’s probing gaze without wavering.

“Yes. I’m serious.”

“Ugh, so not worth it. I don’t want some human getting in the way of my career.”

“So I can take that as a yes—you’ll return him to normal?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll change him back.” Iria sighed in annoyance.

“Good. Not that I know how much time we have, but I expect Kyuru and I will break this spell before that happens.”

“Aha, as if! This is a Melro-original spell theory, with Iria’s own modifications. Impossible. Im-pos-si-ble~♡” 

Iria boasted, pushing out her (fake) chest with pride.

“We’ll see about that. I may be second seat, but Kyuru’s got quite the talent for spellwork, even as a trainee.”

“Oh my, my dear sister actually complimented Kyuru. I’m so touched I could cry. Right, Caesar?”

“Wan!”

At some point, Kyuel and Caesar had appeared, watching Lisara and the others.

“K-Kyuru?! Since when—”

“Since the『kamo kamo』part, of course. And I heard every word after that, especially the part where you were desperately worried about Ryousuke-san.”

“W-who—when—where did I ever do that?!”

“Fufu, well… who knows?”

“Kyuru!”

“Wan (Sometimes, staying quiet and admitting it is part of a girl’s charm)” 

Caesar barked—or at least, that’s what Lisara thought she heard.

“Caesar…”

“Wan… (Not that the person in question has any idea, though).”

Caesar placed his hand with a pon on top of Ryousuke’s head, who was still crying,『Excalibur, my Excalibur』.

“…Caesar?”

“Wan! (Excalibur isn’t something that’s given to you. It’s something you pull out yourself, right?)”

“…Pull out yourself.”

Somehow, to Ryousuke, that was how it sounded. The words stuck in his mind, and just as he murmured them back—

Vooooooon.

A violent, almost soul-twisting sense of discomfort surged through him.

“W-what the hell?”

“Th-this, could it be!?”

Glancing at the surprised Lisara, Iria nodded in agreement.

“No doubt about it, I think… but the scale might be totally different.”

“Uh, what exactly is going on?”

“It is the《Isolated Isle Ljungvi》. However, unlike the one Onee-sama Iria cast during the swimsuit contest, the scale is on a completely different level…”

Kyuru answered Ryousuke, sounding a little frightened.

“《Isolated Isle Ljungvi》… that’s the barrier where you can’t enter from the outside and can’t leave from the inside, right?”

“It is an advanced barrier spell. It completely severs the inside and outside so that not even sound can leak through. However, it consumes a considerable amount of Spirit Money, and because it is a complicated spell, it should also require significant skill…”

After thinking for a moment about Kuel’s explanation, Ryousuke nodded.

“So basically, we’re trapped, right? The whole classroom is trapped?”

Lisara shook her head at him.

“No. I can’t be certain, but from the feeling of it… though it’s an impossible scale, it’s probably the entire school building.”

“The entire school building!?”

“Yes. I don’t know the purpose though.”

“Forget the purpose, we don’t even know who cast it.”

At Iria’s words, Lisara made a grim face.

“That’s right. To be able to wield a spell of this scale, it’s without a doubt a first-class Shinigami. If it were a lower-class Shinigami, they’d just be scattered around under Shinigami contracts… There’s no way Melro has secretly placed other Shinigami here, right?”

“No, no. Melro isn’t a major organization to begin with. There are only a handful of first-class Shinigami.”

“That’s true. Which is why you betrayed Restall and went to Melro…”

“Hmph. I just prefer a place where I can rise smoothly rather than one that’s clogged up at the top.”

“If we rule out Melro, then maybe another organization.”

“Kyuru thinks so as well. If there were any movements within the Restall group, Kyuru would have gotten wind of them somehow.”

“Then the purpose… it still comes back to being connected to the Special One? Like taking out all of us who are searching first…”

“That’s too reckless!”

Kyuru let out a scream.

“Oh come on, even though they appear peaceful on the surface, violent incidents behind the scenes between organizations happen all the time, don’t they?”

Iria answered nonchalantly, and Malbec raised his hand.

“What is it?”

“Um, could this be related to the trouble that happened around the Special One about this time last year? That incident where the Melro investigator Shinigami went missing.”

“Ah.”

Everyone except the still-broken Tamano spoke in unison.

“I see, Malbec-san, that’s sharp.”

“Of course, Ryousuke-kun. After all, I might have been the one in the most danger. It’s been stuck in my head all this time.”

“No doubt.”

Ryousuke gave a bitter smile and then noticed his cell phone vibrating bububububu.

“Who the hell’s calling at a time like this… Mina?”

The display showed『Ookura Mina』.

“What’s wrong?”

The moment he asked, from the other end of the phone—

“Kyaaaaaaaaa!!”

A scream could be heard.

“H-hey, Minami!”

“Ryo-Ryousuke-kun, i-it wasn’t me just now, but—”

“What happened? Where are you!?”

“M-my, um, Igarashi-senpai and Onizaki-senpai, they—ah, Kyaaaaaa!”

Beeeep.

The call cut off.

“Hey, Mina! Mina!”

“Ryousuke, what’s going on?”

There was no way he could know. He was the one who wanted to ask. So he tried calling Mina again.

But she didn’t pick up.

“Damn it, where is Mina stationed?”

“If it’s Mina-san, I believe she was near the rooftop…but for the exact location, I think Tamano-senpai would know.”

Indeed, as the coordinator, Tamano would definitely know.

“Ahaha, ahahaha, Ryousuke-kun is a girl and cute and a boy and a beautiful girl and an aventure…”

[“Aventure” is the French word for adventure.]

Still broken as ever.

“Seriously, this senpai…”

Clicking his tongue in irritation, Ryousuke leaned in and whispered.

“Lisara is currently wearing a commando-style kimono.”

“No pantsu, no life!”

Awakened.

“Wait, what, what’s going on with everyone gathered here?”

“Tamano-senpai, tell me where Mina is stationed!”

“Kh… n-no, I won’t be tricked. Inside, you’re Kaga Ryousuke, the beautiful girl is Kaga Ryousuke…”

“Hurry up! Something’s happening!”

The urgency in Ryousuke’s voice pressured Tamano.

“Uh… um, the rooftop is the goal. So, the landing of the stairs going up.”

“Got it!”

“Ryousuke, what are you going to do alone? Almost without a doubt, the one causing this disturbance is the Shinigami who cast this barrier. If that’s the case, nothing will get solved without us there, right?”

Lisara lined up beside the running Ryousuke.

“Lisara…”

“Besides, Mina is my friend.”

With a wink, Lisara overtook Ryousuke in one swift move.

“Well, Kuel owes her in one way or another too… and since Caesar says to go, I guess I have no choice.”

“Wan! (Well, it’s for Minami’s sake. I’ll at least be an excuse.)”

Kyuru and Caesar also passed Ryousuke. And then—

“Iria just doesn’t like people who come and rampage around in someone else’s territory without permission, fufu.”

“And I’m going because if I don’t, I’ll get it bad later…”

“Fufu, even if I don’t look it, I’m the boxing club captain. With my gorgeous footwork, I’ll one-shot KO Lisara-kun’s heart!”

Iria, Malbec and Tamano also ran past.

“Tch, this body is seriously useless! My boobs are bouncing and it’s hard to run!”

Having turned into a woman, Ryousuke ran desperately, her breasts bouncing up and down…

—–

※Note: No matter what anyone says, this is『Dakara Boku wa, H ga Dekinai 3』.

I had my eyes on them for a while now but seeing these three lined up like this, this year’s research subjects really are quite exceptional.

Ikarashi Ikue, tea ceremony club president.

A beauty to whom the words『beautiful』and『refined』fit perfectly, with long, black, gleaming hair. Her slightly narrow eyes with long lashes would be wonderful glaring at me while hurling insults.

In fact, when she gave me a look as if I were trash, I let out a sigh of bliss.

Just imagining squeezing those perfectly hand-sized breasts while she glares at me—I can’t take it anymore.

Onizaki Yuuki, president of the women’s pro-wrestling club.

I’m well aware she has an Excalibur hanging between her legs.

And I know nothing comes out when you squeeze a man’s chest.

Which is why, regrettably, I have yet to find a way to extract anything from a man.

Still, to see that Onizaki, who could be mistaken for a beautiful girl, in a no-panty skirt—while I have no real interest in the scene itself, as a researcher, curiosity always overflows.

Ranbashi… I forgot her first name.

Well… she’s like the garnish on sashimi.

Finally, Ookura Mina.

Wonderful. Excellent.

Her breasts are rumored to be in the school’s top three. But if it’s just being fat with big breasts, that’s not my thing. In Mina’s case, the breasts themselves are firmly big—no, huge and her waist is properly slim. Her slightly larger butt is another irresistible point.

Above all, that timid gaze.

Seeing her eyes brim with tears from embarrassment makes me want to squeeze—no, extract—from her.

Along with Ikarashi, she has good grades, so surely what can be extracted from her will be magnificent.

Ah, I can’t wait.

With this, my research will advance once again, and I will grow stronger.

Yes.

I will squeeze the big breasts of Ookura and the perfectly-sized ones of Ikarashi.

And here, I might as well also stroke the breasts of that Shinigami called Lisara, who clearly doesn’t have any.

While there’s no point in trying to extract from a flat chest, the feel of stroking it should be splendid!!

※Note: It seems there was no need to point out that this is 『Dakara Boku wa, H ga Dekinai 3』.