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As if slicing through the gentle spring breeze, Seika was sprinting through the heart of a residential neighborhood.
Out of breath, she kicked hard against the asphalt with the soles of her loafers.
Thump, thump. With every stride, her unusually large breasts bounced violently up and down, straining against her uniform blouse as if they were about to burst through it.
Under normal circumstances, she would never run so shamelessly.
That’s because whenever her breasts jiggled, she’d get lecherous stares from the random men she passed.
But today, Seika didn’t have a single ounce of spare time to worry about such things.
“Eek, I’m going to be late!”
The reason was clear.
She had completely lost track of time because of her morning’s grand solo wrestling match—commonly known as “Akappaji.”
Those few minutes she spent pounding on the door by herself, panicking by herself, and writhing in agony by herself were now causing her agonizing, fatal delays.
With her invisible ears flattened against her head, she was moving her legs frantically, on the verge of tears, when her smartphone in her blazer pocket emitted a crisp “ping.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
The moment she checked the screen while running, Seika’s feet came to a screeching halt.
A notification from a messaging app appeared on the lock screen.
And there, written in bold, was the name of her beloved: [Achi Hotarou].
(It’s from Achi-kun! He reached out to me first!)
Overjoyed, her invisible tail wagged so hard it felt like it might snap off.
Up until now, there had been some business-like exchanges and pushy messages from Seika, but he had never once reached out to her on his own initiative.
Trying to calm her racing heart, Seika entered her passcode with trembling fingers and opened the message screen.
There, in typical Achi style, was a concise, to-the-point message.
“The homeroom teacher is running late. First period is self-study. So, you don’t need to rush. Be careful not to get hurt.”
“So sweet!”
Just seeing those words, Seika desperately fought the urge to collapse to her knees right there.
He had arrived at school before her and had gone out of his way to let Seika know she didn’t need to rush.
And then there was that final line, expressing concern that she might get hurt.
Deep within those calm, almost detached eyes lay a warm emotion that cared for her.
Her heart gave a sweet, tight squeeze at the bottomless kindness hidden behind his aloof demeanor.
Just as she was basking in the afterglow, another message arrived with a beep, as if to follow up.
“In your case, running makes all sorts of things jiggle, so be careful. Guys tend to look at you that way. You should be careful.”
In an instant, Seika’s face boiled red all the way to the tops of her ears.
She clutched her smartphone with both hands, her face flushed, and looked down.
“All sorts of things jiggle.” That undoubtedly referred to her large breasts, which were bouncing up and down right at that very moment.
The fact that he—who normally never looked at her in a sexual way—actually did notice her figure.
And above all, he had gone out of his way to warn her so she wouldn’t be looked at strangely by other men.
(He’s actually warning me?! He’s so sweet!)
It might have been a slightly tactless remark.
However, in Seika’s mind—completely clouded by a thick filter of love—it had been transformed into the ultimate expression of affection, and even a sign of possessiveness.
She wanted only him to see her, but didn’t want other men to. She conveniently interpreted it as him feeling the same way.
A sloppy, “Hehehehe” grin spread across Seika’s face.
Clutching her smartphone to her ample chest, she squirmed and writhed right in the middle of the street.
(I mean, he actually reached out to me—I’m sooo happy!)
The first unsolicited message from the person she loved.
Just that alone sent a rush of happiness coursing through her veins, making her feel like she could fly.
Right now, she was confident she could happily accept anything he did to her.
(If Achi-kun told me to “give him my paw,” I might actually do it happily.)
Houtarou looking down at me with those cool eyes, holding out his hand.
And me, wagging my tail with all my might, obediently placing both hands on his palm.
Even that slightly taboo master-servant dynamic is nothing more than sweet fodder for Seika’s fantasies right now.
(Am I a dog? Nah, maybe I’d actually like it. Just kidding.)
She made a joke to herself and flashed a beaming smile up at the blue sky.
With a sense of fulfillment and happiness in her heart, Seika stopped running.
She began walking toward the classroom where he was waiting, her steps light as if she were floating through the air.
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