Vol. 3 Chapter 5 – Legend of the String Panties

“Well, since Malbec-san was just knocked out, I guess we can consider this one thing settled for now.”

Lisara’s cheek twitched slightly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt while you’re trying to wrap things up, but Kyuru honestly has no idea how this could be considered settled at all.”

“Iria agrees too. What exactly are we supposed to do about this giant hole?”

Kyuru and Iria looked wearily down at the floor.

There, a massive hole had been opened up.

And it wasn’t just any hole either — this was the massive crater created when Ryousuke, after having his consciousness hijacked by the 《War God’s Sword Gram》, had smashed through the reinforced concrete floor together with Galdabroeg.

“Well, I’m sure Tamano-senpai, who’s still lying there unconscious, will figure out a way to handle it somehow.”

Ryousuke scratched his head.

Around his crotch, a shirt was tightly wrapped.

“That guy seems to love events more than anything, so rather than letting things collapse, he’ll probably cover it up for us. After all, this is the same guy who managed to hush up the fact that a dangerous Shinigami shows up every year to suck away the students’ life force, writing it off as heatstroke.”

By the way, since Igarashi had been muttering girlish dreams under her breath, she and Onizaki had both had their memories of today wiped and were put to sleep.

Thanks to Tamano’s connections, the two of them would probably end up being officially labeled as just more unfortunate cases of heatstroke.

“Now that you put it that way, you’re right.”

“More importantly, though.”

Ryousuke stood up and sat down beside Mina, who was still asleep.

“That Mina… when she wakes up, will she return to normal?”

“It’s the same for Igarashi-senpai too, but when your soul has been tampered with to that extent… recovering in just a week would be pretty tough. Unless, of course, Ryousuke, you’re willing to give her a massive amount of your spiritual energy.”

Hearing Lisara’s answer, Ryousuke instinctively tensed up.

“Fufu, don’t worry, I know that’s not possible right now.”

“In that case, maybe Iria can talk to the higher-ups and get special treatment authorized. It’ll definitely earn Iria some extra points this time too!”

Iria grinned happily, clearly pleased by the thought.

Despite having the face of a gravure idol, Iria was actually two-faced, calculating and terribly obsessed with climbing the social ladder.

Still, Ryousuke couldn’t deny that he was honestly relieved.

Thanks to having her life force forcibly drained by Galdabroeg, Mina had turned into a rampaging, overly-seductive girl. The thought of being attacked by her again after she woke up was extremely troublesome, especially for someone like Ryousuke, who had been taking care of her since they were kids.

Mina was Mina — she wasn’t supposed to be that kind of target for him.

Of course, there were times when Ryousuke couldn’t help but lose control because of how incredible her breasts were, but that couldn’t be helped. After all, Mina’s chest far surpassed any shred of Ryousuke’s rationality or restraint.

“Besides, if Mina keeps charging down this seductive path… Momozono Academy will end up turning into Peach-Pink Academy. Honestly, if Mina were to awaken to her full potential and went all out with her seduction attacks, there wouldn’t be a single guy in this entire school who could resist her.”

Even as things stood now, with Mina being relatively plain and reserved, she already had a decent number of fans.

If she were to shift toward a more sensual, provocative direction — applying rouge to her lips, lightly licking them with the tip of her tongue, leaving the top of her blouse just barely unbuttoned — that would be more than enough. After all, even with the smallest glimpse, it was obvious just how deep her cleavage ran. Her thighs, her hips, all of it was irresistibly alluring.

Then, imagine her crossing her legs right at the delicate edge where you could almost, but not quite, see her panties.

Slightly flushed cheeks.

Eyes heated and moist.

If such a Mina were to come at you—

“Yeah… anyone would definitely fall head over heels without a doubt.”

“That includes you too, doesn’t it, Ryousuke-kun? ♡”

“Eh? W-wait, I— woah!?”

Suddenly, Ryousuke was pushed down flat on his back.

Mina climbed on top of him.

“Ah, looks like the seal broke on its own since it was cast by apprentice Kyuru.”

Kyuru muttered quietly.

Beside her, Iria watched with curious fascination, while Lisara, for some reason, was frozen stiff, seemingly stunned into silence.

“As expected though, Mina-san’s life force is still overflowing on the surface. Her ego — or rather, the restraints of reason and common sense — aren’t functioning, so her desires are completely unfiltered and going straight into overdrive.”

Kyuru said it nonchalantly, as if it were someone else’s problem.

For Ryousuke, though, this was a full-blown crisis.

Mina, just like in Ryousuke’s wildest fantasies, had flushed cheeks, moist and heated eyes, and lips glistening wetly in place of rouge. A few stray locks of her hair were caught between her teeth as she gently nibbled them.

“Ahh… way more seductive than any cheap lipstick could ever be!”

“Ufufu ♡ I’m so happy, Ryousuke-kun ♡”

Mina smiled seductively as she slid her hand onto Ryousuke’s waist, pinning him down.

“Ahhh, no, you can’t just start undressing meee!”

“M-Mina!”

That was Lisara’s voice.

Lisara grabbed both of Mina’s hands and held them down firmly.

“Lisara, don’t get in the way!”

Unlike her usual self, Mina snapped angrily, showing open frustration as she tried to push Lisara’s hands away.

“Right now, you’re not acting like yourself!”

Lisara pushed back just as hard.

After repeating that back-and-forth a few times, Lisara and Mina had ended up tightly gripping each other’s hands and shoving against each other.

Yes — all while on top of Ryousuke.

‘Um… did I somehow end up in Peach Blossom Paradise or something?’

It wasn’t unreasonable for Ryousuke to think that.

Since Mina was positioned near his lower body, Lisara had naturally straddled Ryousuke’s upper body in order to push Mina back.

And she was still wearing the same Shinigami battle attire that had been reduced to an extreme state of exposure during the fight with Galdabroeg.

Right above Ryousuke’s face, Lisara’s plump, white butt was jiggling slightly.

Her string panties were just barely managing to cover the most important parts — and that in itself made it even better.

That perfect balance of almost visible but not quite, combined with how embarrassingly revealing the whole outfit was, made it impossible for Ryousuke not to appreciate.

‘But still… I really think getting a glimpse of white panties peeking from under a school uniform has a higher artistic value than this kind of full-on, in-your-face fanservice… yeah’

Without realizing it, Ryousuke nodded to himself.

Apparently, that slight movement was transmitted to Lisara.

“Eh──whaaaat!?”

Finally realizing the situation she was in, Lisara let out a scream.

“J-just, close your eyes! Close them now!”

“Eh, ah, r-right!”

Obeying instinctively, Ryousuke shut his eyes tightly — but then a thought struck him.

‘Wait, no! Is it really okay to just let this chance slip away!’

Resolving himself, he was just about to open his eyes again when his vision suddenly went pitch-black.

“Ngh!?”

Lisara, realizing Ryousuke had been watching, lost her focus for a moment, and Mina managed to push her back.

As a result, Lisara’s butt came crashing down right onto Ryousuke’s face.

Yes — Ryousuke’s entire field of vision was now completely sealed off by Lisara’s butt.

“Mmgh, mmggaahhh—!”

“L-Lisara, that’s not fair!”

“Not fair!? Mina, you’re the one doing this! Aahhh, nooo, Ryousukeee, stop breathing on meeeeee!”

Lisara, tears brimming in her eyes, was making an impossible demand.

Humans die if they stop breathing.

Even if — yes, even if — their entire face is buried beneath a girl’s butt.

Ryousuke tried to say something logical and meaningful, but all that came out was,『Mghh! Mmmgghhggghhh!』A completely incomprehensible mess.

“N-nooo, ahhh, d-don’t talk, ahh—hiiiii! That tickles, ahhhn, s-stop, y-you’re breathing on meee!”

Her voice was practically a scream at this point.

“Ughh, Lisara, that’s still unfair!”

“Then, ahhn, l-let me gooo alreadyyyy!”

Lisara writhed in frustration.

Ryousuke, on the verge of oxygen deprivation, was finally starting to understand the situation through the limited view of Lisara’s butt in his face.

In short, this butt press wasn’t Lisara’s intention at all.

(Of course it wasn’t.)

‘Alright, t-then I need to move. I… I might fantasize a lot, but I never actually do anything girls hate in real life! That’s right, girls must be treated with care! No unauthorized touching allowed!’

…Well, except when he sometimes lost control.

Resolving himself, Ryousuke tried to somehow wriggle free from the deadly butt press.

“N-nooo, don’t moveee, Ryousuke! If you move, my panties’ll slip! Stop movingggg!”

Lisara pressed her butt down against him even harder.

Panties slipping…?

Now that she mentioned it, his nose had been brushing against the thin fabric for a while, causing an oddly persistent ticklish sensation.

“M-my nose, hey, t-that’s not fair! You’re the only one—mmghhh, f-fehhh, ffffffhhh…!”

“Ahiiinnn! W-wait, what, wh-what are you wiggling for, ahhnnnn♡!”

“Mghhh! Mmggggaahhh!”

He wanted to say『I’m gonna sneeze!』but there was no way his muffled voice was understood. Proof of that was:

“M-Minaaa, I-I can’t take it anymore, forgive meeeeee!!”

Tears were spilling freely down Lisara’s cheeks now; she’d gone far beyond just teary-eyed.

Ryousuke, for his part, wanted to do something about it too, but with Lisara’s butt firmly pinning his entire head, he had no room to act.

‘Ah, wait—my hands!’

Finally realizing he still had his ultimate human weapons, Ryousuke moved both his arms and grabbed Lisara by her sides.

“Hyaaahhhhhhhnnnn! N-nooo, stooop iiiitttttttttt!”

Lisara let out an ear-piercing cry, twisting and writhing violently.

“Mmmggggggggaaaahhh!!!”

Ryousuke’s head was being ground harshly against the floor.

The tip of his nose was constantly being brushed and teased by the warmth between Lisara’s thighs.

Above his eyes, the soft flesh of her butt moved back and forth.

In short, it hurt like hell… but it also felt absurdly good… until he had no choice but to release his grip.

‘Damn it, so Lisara’s weak spot is her sides, huh… damn it!’

There was nothing more he could do.

Well, except for one very specific part of him that was acting entirely on its own.

Yes—

“Fufu, Ryousuke-kun… you’re getting sooo big♡”

Mina whispered dreamily.

She didn’t need to specify what she meant — Ryousuke already knew.

Underneath the single shirt covering him, the mighty 『Excalibur』was standing proudly, pitching a perfectly obvious tent, boldly announcing its existence.

“Hmmm… this was amusing while it lasted, but perhaps we should wrap things up now… or else Kyuru’s poor innocent eyes might get tainted.”

“Y-y-yeahhh… Iria… kinda ended up staring too, but, um… yeah, we should probably stop this before it gets even more out of hand.”

That was Kyuru and Iria’s voices.

“《Captive Chains》!”

Iria chanted.

Gakun!

“Kyahhh!?”

Lisara let out a startled scream as she suddenly pitched forward.

Because Mina — who had been pushing against her with full strength — lost consciousness in an instant, Lisara lost her balance and fell forward.

And so, her face came crashing directly down — right onto Ryousuke’s proudly pitched Excalibur, straining against his shirt.

“————————!!!”

A voiceless scream tore from Ryousuke’s throat.

The pain was so sharp it felt like his soul might shatter. Acting purely on instinct, he grabbed Lisara’s body and lifted her up.

By the butt.

“————————!!!”

This time, it was Lisara’s turn to release a soundless scream.

It wasn’t from the impact, nor from pain caused by Ryousuke’s Excalibur.

It was because Ryousuke’s fingers had hooked around the thin strings of her thong panties.

Which meant the strings were now being pulled taut — digging tightly, mercilessly into her skin.

“W-wait, hold on a sec — this is bad, this is really bad!”

Whether it was his last shred of conscience or the pure-hearted panic of a flustered teenage boy, Ryousuke shouted while squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

“Kyaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!”

Lisara’s body jolted violently. At the same time—

“《Broken Sword Gram》!!!! I don’t care how you do it, just hurry up and offer up your soul’s power already!”

“Ughhh… ir… irresistible… force… nghhhhhh… hiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

From deep within Ryousuke’s very soul, the 《Gram》 pierced and drew out his life force, siphoning it directly into Lisara.

In front of him, he could see nothing but Lisara’s thong digging into her soft, pale butt, with the faintest glimpse of crimson silk flashing here and there — but somehow, he found himself beyond caring anymore.

Everything was fading away…

‘【…What the hell are you people even doing…】’

He could almost hear《Gram》’s bitter, exasperated laughter echoing faintly in his mind…

“Umm, excuse meee? Has the rehearsal ended alreadyyy? Sensei was drinking beer while waiting and ended up falling asleeep, and, um, everyone’s gathered up, sooo—”

Ranbashi-sensei walked in — and froze on the spot.

“Ara araaa, my,my, high school students these days are so bold, aren’t they? Doing naughty things in such a dimly lit place and even showing it off to your friends~”

“T-t-that’s not it at all, Ranbashi-sensei! This is…!”

“But still, doing things like this isn’t okay, you know!”

Unusually, Ranbashi actually put on the face of a proper teacher and spoke with a firm tone.

“You’ve got to make sure you at least spread out a futon on the floor, otherwise your back’s going to hurt, right~?”

“That’s what you’re worried about!?”

Iria couldn’t help but shout back at her.

“Uuugh…even Ranbashi-sensei had to see me like this…”

Lisara plopped down next to Ryousuke, sitting flat on the floor, quietly sobbing while occasionally shooting him sharp glances.

“I-I mean, this time it wasn’t really my fault… you know, irresistible forces and all that…”

“Uuugh, I… I can’t get married anymore…”

She wasn’t listening to a word he said.

Honestly though, there she was: a girl in a micro bikini, thong straps digging into her hips, sitting flat on the floor.

Her soft butt was slightly pressed and flattened against the floor, and Ryousuke couldn’t help but think, ahh, even her butt’s softness is irresistible…

And yet, despite all that, he couldn’t even feel a shred of lust in this situation — and that fact alone almost made Ryousuke want to cry.

For now, he sat up and draped a yukionna-style kimono over Lisara’s shoulders.

“Uuugh, is this supposed to make us even?”

“No.”

He denied it flatly.

“Then what is it…?”

Lisara pouted as she looked up at him.

“Please… just stop wearing that outfit. As a man… as a man… ngh… the fact that I can’t get excited right now… it’s honestly breaking my heart… nghhh…”

Tears welled up as Ryousuke answered her.

“I’m not wearing this because I want to, you know… uuu, ever since I came here, it feels like I keep ending up in nothing but shameful situations… sniff sniff…”

Beside the still-unconscious Mina, Ryousuke and Lisara sat together, crying side by side like a pair of tragic comrades.

“Well, when you think about it” 

Kyuru said lightly.

“Wan?”

“If Lisara-sama doesn’t have anywhere to go as a bride, then Ryousuke-san can just take her in, don’t you think?”

“Wan! (That makes sense.)”

Kyuru and Caesar exchanged amused glances as they watched the two sitting beside unconscious Mina, crying together, and couldn’t help but let out a small, bitter smile.

※ ※ ※

Inside a dimly lit apartment room, Galdabroeg, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, placed one hand on his hip and downed a bottle of milk in a single gulp.

“Fuu… delicious. As expected, anything secreted from breasts is, without exception, truly wonderful.”

He placed the milk bottle’s cap into the drawer and nodded in satisfaction, then immediately tightened his expression.

“Kaga Ryousuke… the man who awakened the 《Broken Sword Gram》 — no, the 《War God’s Sword Gram》 — and made it speak. And that soul of his… he doesn’t seem like a Singular One, yet there’s something unusual about him.”

Popping a piece of blue cheese into his mouth, Galdabroeg slowly chewed as he closed his eyes.

“Fortunately, it seems my temporary identity hasn’t been exposed yet. In that case, I suppose I should investigate further. Yes… especially since I still have a few pawns with wedges driven deep into them…”

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Afterword

Thank you very much for picking up this book.

I’m Tachibana Pan, trying to make a『serious』opening this time. To those of you who bought volumes one and two — it’s been a while. And to those who picked up this volume three as your first — nice to meet you. I’m Tachibana Pan, a perfectly wholesome author who dreams of one day writing a novel about shattering innocence with a man’s pistol and winning a prestigious literary award.

Despite the noisy, troublesome times we live in, we somehow managed to release volume three. I truly owe everything to editor K-san, the editorial department, and the higher-ups who allowed this to happen. All I can do is bow deeply in gratitude. Bravo for the courage!

And, as always, I can’t thank illustrator Katsurai-san enough for drawing such cute and sexy illustrations every time. I can’t raise my butt to you anymore. Ah, sorry, I meant my head. I’m eternally grateful. I’ll treat you to sushi!

And most of all — to you, the readers holding this book in your hands right now — thank you so, so much! I’m truly grateful, to the point I’d happily offer up both body and soul in appreciation.

Oh, and big news!

Starting in the March issue of Dragon Age, this series will be getting a manga adaptation! That’s right, we’re graduating from Choko-Dora and moving over there. The art will be handled by the talented Oka Kiryo-san. By the time this third volume is released, the manga should already be on shelves, so if you’re interested, please do check it out. I’d really appreciate your support!

…Now I’m in trouble.

I still have three more pages to fill.

I feel like running away into Monster Hunter right about now…

………

Ah, right. There was that stylish-sounding blurb for volume three’s contents.

Honestly, writing this third volume was a series of endless trials and errors.

Deadlines. And more deadlines. And even more deadlines.

I feel like I accidentally subjected editor K-san to a bit of a『forced waiting play』this time… sorry about that.

Still, surprisingly, the initial ideas came together pretty smoothly.

You see, don’t you think the concept of『something spraying out from breasts』is just brimming with dreams and hope?

After all, humanity itself has grown and thrived thanks to something that has always come from breasts.

This is an unchanging historical and scientific fact, ever since the dawn of mammals.

Therefore, anything that sprays from breasts must inherently be pure and wholesome.

There’s no way something impure could ever come out of them!

Through this work, I wanted all of you to receive that 『message from the breasts』and, as humans, grow healthier, purer and more beautiful.

Also, I wanted to share a little piece of my own youth — back in my middle and high school days, I used to daydream so many times about how amazing it would be if I became a girl… because then, I could touch, look, and do as much as I wanted! Those bittersweet dreams of adolescence are something I’ve always wanted to share with all of you.

Overflowing with that fiery passion, I somehow managed to complete this book.

This is my identity as an author!

…Well, I did briefly consider taking it a step further — like, maybe turning into a girl myself and drinking it directly.

But no, if I actually wrote that, editor K-san wouldn’t just spank me — I’d probably be obliterated. So I restrained myself.

………

Ah, and yet I still have so much blank space left to fill.

Actually, today — yes, today — is the submission deadline for this afterword.

As usual, I was told『make sure it’s done by today』… and now, here I am, writing this literally on the very last day. And there are only two hours left… oh no, I’m going to get yelled at again.

Oh, right, I should mention this: there are plans for a volume four.

Sounds like a lie, but it’s actually true.

And it’s all thanks to every single one of you who’s been supporting me. Thank you so much!

Well, I think I’ve just about managed to fill these pages, so I’ll wrap up this afterword here.

I’d be delighted if you read this book casually, just to pass the time, and laughed at how dumb it all is while relaxing and having fun.

I’ll keep aiming for that kind of lighthearted, fun vibe in the future, without putting too much pressure on myself. And if you continue supporting me casually as well, that’ll be the greatest reward I could ever ask for.

Well then, I’ll see you again in volume four!

Guppai-pai!

— Tachibana Pan