Vol 1 Prologue (2/2)

Soon, my longing and love changed into determination to want to protect b.o.o.bs. I wanted to support them gently, let them subsist. Like a bra wire that supports the lower breast. That was my way of life.

The tailoring club of Konohano High School that I, Souma Akito, enrolled at.

This is where I wanted to acquire tailoring skills and knowledge, and someday take part in the bra development at a women underwear manufacturer. The bras that I’d make would protect the beautiful b.o.o.bs in this world!

However—— this dream of mine quickly dispersed merely a year after I enrolled.

If I want to tell you the reason, I’ll have to explain my relations.h.i.+p with a certain group of girls.

With beautiful sisters that were enrolled into my high school, with the figureheads of the Hattori Cloth Store that had been in business in my hometown for generations——

However, while I am using the term ‘sisters,’ I’m having scruples calling them such.

If you want to know why, their relations.h.i.+p’s different from what we’d expect.

How is it different, you may ask—— the answer is…

Their relations.h.i.+p’s so bad, it’s hard to think of them as sisters.

Their relations.h.i.+p’s such a mess, it might’ve been beyond repair.

…No, that’s too much. It’s not like that. Let’s put it differently.

Their relations.h.i.+p’s not healthy enough to call them sisters.

It’s not just me who thought that the relations.h.i.+p between the tailoring club sisters was poor, the sisters in question probably thought so too. “We’re not on bad terms. We’re just not on good ones,” they would’ve surely put it like this.

You might think that it’s just turned into an antonym, but that’s the best way to put it.

Reason being, there were no sisterly bonds between them, it’s more a sense of duty, that you probably don’t need a good relations.h.i.+p for. It goes without saying that I found that very sad.

At least I, myself, was building a favorable (?) relations.h.i.+p with the oldest sister, but maybe exactly that was the reason why I was thinking of the their relations.h.i.+p as being strange.

And at the opening ceremony of my second high school year—— I, too, was dragged into their strangeness at last.

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