Chapter 5 (2/2)

“Fuuu~~nda. Are you insinuating something about my height or b.r.e.a.s.t.s? I’m jealous of you!”

About that, there’s nothing to be jealous about. Ah, don’t rub me! I’m ticklis.h.!.+

“Still, Sora-san is very lovely. I am truly envious.”

Even Kaede-chan is saying that. She comes to feel my waist.

Kaede-chan has a little of that. But still, your figure is nice, and you’re soft, so don’t cling to me okay?

“How can I get my waist to be this beautifully thin.”

Nono, my waist isn’t nearly as tight as you’ve described. You can stop now.

“… … I exercise daily.”

“Do you also exercise these b.o.o.bs!?”

“No, they grew by themselves.”

“………………….. Why……….aren’t mine……..”

Ah. Kiho is seriously depressed.

Her eyes are getting teary. Kiho with tears in her eyes sure is cuteeee. I want to tease her more, but I’m worried she’ll actually cry.

Afterwards, I go to rub Kaede-chan as payback. C cup. I think? Just a guess.

Kiho? Hey, don’t fight me. C’mon, don’t grab me. Ah, I said I’m sorry! Don’t glare at me with tears in your eyes!

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We finished changing our clothes, and we’re now at the schoolyard.

By the way, before coming here, our height and weight was measured, and then our grip strength was measured in the gymnasium.

My height is 163 centimeters. No change since the second year of middle school, so it looks like I’ve stopped growing.

Oh, my weight? My three sizes? I’m not telling you~ Hentai.

The reason we came out to the schoolyard is because we have to get our 50 meter dash times measured, apparently.

Right now, the boys are getting timed. And wait, these guys’ specs are way too strange.

Why are they all within 5.xx seconds?

One person is like, “My swift legs have been forged through the Go Home Club! Behold!” While shouting that, he gets a 5.80 second time. Isn’t that strange? Thinking about it from a common sense standpoint.

The fastest out of all of them is Mr. King of the National Middle School League at 5.62 seconds. Yeah, sorry. I don’t remember his name.

Next is the girls’ turn.

As expected, the girls’ times are different from the guys’. I want to believe our times are normal. Please, if we’re high spec, let it just be our faces. No actually, please keep it in proportion.

After some amount of people have been timed, it’s Kaede-chan’s turn. Her time is normal. 8 and a half seconds.

What is this feeling. After seeing the guys’ unbelievably high specs, I’m being healed by her.

And then, as the one behind her in enrollment number, I’m next.

As usual, I tie only the hair flowing behind me with a scrunchie, and my preparations for battle are complete.

Hey, Kiho. I know you’re saying that I look good, but can you stop pulling on my ponytail?

I can feel my neck snapping so. I’m feeling some subtle pain now so. Let’s stop, ‘kay?

Taking a crouching stance, I start together with the signal.

‘Take a look at these legs which have been forged through the Go Home Club!’ which I couldn’t say with my mouth gaping in the wind. Sorry.

The result is a flat 7.00 seconds.

Within the girls’, isn’t my time quite fast? Running with all my power, I think I’ve become a little interested in it. I’m shaking a little. I’m sure that if I do this more I can get an even faster time.

Satisfied with my time, I return to the waiting area when Kiho suddenly a.s.sumes the start posture.

The whistle cries out, “Start.” And then, with a *Babuuun* sound, Kiho takes off. It’s a speed where I think I’m seeing clones.

“5.92 seconds!”

Whaaaa……I can’t even.

Isn’t that too fast? It has to be. Maybe something happened, making her time different.

It’s a lie. This cliff girl can’t be the same girl I called flat as a cliff.

And wait, why is Kiho turning this way and running with all her might! Don’t tell me she knows what I’m thinking!? Isn’t she too sensitive regarding her b.r.e.a.s.t.s!?

I immediately regret my decision.

Afterwards, while apologizing and pacifying Kiho, who was displeased since the beginning, I change clothes.

As an apology, I’ll make some sweets and bring them to you sometime, okay?

I recognize that I was thinking disrespectful things about you. Why I did so I don’t know. Please don’t misunderstand.

Come on, how about some snacks? I don’t understand what you mean by your ESP is limited to enemy b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

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Ah, how rare. I’m not confessed to on the way home this time.

It’s unusual, I say to myself, but I’m a little sad. Even though I think it’s good that there’s no confession event.

(Note: Throughout this chapter, Kiho has been using the feminine ‘-Wa’ ending sporadically. Also, her version of “My swift legs have been forged through the Go Home Club! Behold!” is only slightly different in the j.a.panese and is also slightly more feminine. It was hard to convey that in English, and I ended up changing it quite a bit. Literally, she says, “These feet have been forged through the Go Home Club. It would be good it you look at them.” or something like that.)

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