6 thoughts on “[Angel] Bubble Tea Challenge Cont. (1/2)

“Is this fine?”

Once they got home, Mahiru changed into plain clothes, puffing her chest under her one-piece skirt. She was not being proud of it, but maintaining balance for the thing to be placed on it.

There were significant lumps on her chest, and balanced upon it was the bubble tea cup she bought before they returned home. She had finished the bubble tea, and it contained water and some ice.

“A-ahh…I guess…”

Amane saw her balance the cup, and his eyes just wavered.

He was the one who suggested this, but once he saw her actually do it, he found the destructiveness to be way beyond his imagination. She really could do it, so he thought, and there was an unspeakable sense of shame rising in him.

Mahiru was confident in her own body. One might say she had always focused on maintaining a fine figure. She never thought she would fail at this challenge.

“…Is there anything particularly attractive about this to males?”

“No, erm, well…it’s just the proof of big and small.”

“Huh…is that so? Speaking of which, Amane-kun. Do you prefer them big or small?”

“Ack.”

Amane did think that Mahiru might one day raise this question, but since she asked so boldly, he was left conflicted as to how he should answer.

It was not a matter of size. Amane felt that he would not mind the size as long as it was Mahiru. The more important aspect was the touch. He had no strong bias to size, but after all, men would long for such a fluffy feeling.

But if he told her honestly, “You are a boy after all, Amane-kun.” she might reply reluctantly.

“…I think size isn’t a problem as long as it’s you, Mahiru.”

“You are avoiding the question.”

“Ack.”

He was trying to give his view as a boyfriend, but Mahiru thought he was avoiding the question, staring at him with a displeased look.

“I will not be angry. Please state your honest opinion.”

“…No, erm, ah…you seriously want me to say this?”

“Yes.”

“Ah, erm…I like them at your size. Like this, just big enough to fit a hand…a-and, besides size, there’s also softness. I think you’re good like this…that’s all.”

Faced with a reproaching stare, Amane could only blurt out his honest thoughts, and pursed his lips together.

It seemed Mahiru was embarrassed about the softness, for she quivered slightly, her face blushing.

Amane did not know how to comfort her, and for the time being, he felt he should reach his hand out and pat her head to calm her down. However, she shivered greatly, and took a step back.

Splash, it sounded like water had landed from above.

“…Ah.”

“Ah…”

Mahiru looked down at her chest, exclaiming in surprise.

As expected, the massive movement caused the cup to topple, and the liquid in the cup drenched her chest.

Luckily, it contained water, and at most, it would cause the one-piece dress to stick upon her skin.

However, Amane was struck with a massive visual shock.

Mahiru was wearing a white dress, and as she was soaked, the skin sticking to her clothes was visible. The skin, and the bra she was wearing were vaguely showing before him.

Light green today, once he knew of this information he should not have known, Amane had the urge to slam his head onto the wall.

“…Sorry.”

“Do-do not worry. It is my fault…”

“No I shouldn’t have touched you.”

This would not have happened if Amane had not reached out to her.

“Anyway, I’ll lend you my clothes. Go change into it and dry your clothes, or else you’ll catch a cold.”

“U-understood…”

He could not let Mahiru remain drenched, so he hurried into his room, got a large T-shirt, and handed it to her. She stared intently at this shirt.