Vol 1 Prologue (1/2)

Prologue

I love woman’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

No, please wait. If I cut to the chase this fast, I might be mistaken for a pervert, so while also trying to dispel the misunderstanding let me ask you one question.

Is there a male high school student in the world who hates a woman’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s, in other words—— b.o.o.bs?

Although there are many different obsessions and tastes when it comes to b.o.o.bs, there should be no doubt that we healthy men hold a strong affection for the female b.o.o.b all the same. Or am I wrong?

Now that you understand me, let me tell you about the beauty of b.o.o.bs.

If I were to take sides, I’d probably get sucked into the never ending dispute between the three big b.o.o.b fractions, flat chest, well-proportioned, and huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so I’ll refrain from stating my opinion for now.

Unfortunately, from the second the problem has emerged into this world up until now, mankind still hasn’t found an answer to the size dilemma, it might even remain for all eternity.

However, even if there’s no answer in sight, the reason is definite: we love b.o.o.bs.

It’s just that simple and has already been proven throughout our oldest history.

No matter the epoch, women pursued beauty, and men commended their beauty.

Be it Venus de Milo or nude portraits, a vast number of things which were referred to as art chose women—— and hence the female body as their subject, substantiating the hypothesis.

If I were to rephrase it, the history of mankind is a history of wors.h.i.+pping female beauty.

The lines of their almost bewitching bodies tinged with that roundness. Frail yet holds a softness and warmth (just a guess) that seems to enwrap everything; and the two testimonies and symbols of womanhood.

Us loving b.o.o.bs is an instinct imprinted on our DNA, saying that what makes a man (human) a man (human) is whether he likes b.o.o.bs or not isn’t an exaggeration.

In other words, we’re under the spell of b.o.o.b magic from the day we’re born.

What a charming name for magic, indeed, isn’t it?!

However, if you think this is untrue, I want you to go peek into the girl’s changing room. Like that, you should be able to realize the truth of this world.

It can’t be helped that men are charmed by those b.o.o.bs, just like it can’t be helped to unintentionally stare at the bra line that is showing through a blouse. Yeah, it really can’t be helped. It’s an eternal, an irresistible force of summer.

When I reached the age where men start to be enthralled by that charming part of the female body, I had already embraced a heavy longing for b.o.o.bs long ago. You could say b.o.o.bs were my first love.