My stepmother's burden is my ex-girlfriend.

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Xiaoyue's eyes, like magnets drawn to them, traveled down from Asuhain's face.

There were uniforms with high bulges.

Even through the uniform shirt and suit jacket, the mountain range is still clearly visible, and the tie flows through the ridges like a river.

Oh no!

When I realized my mistake, Xiaoyue's eyes had already lost their sparkle.

"...What does 'MiMi' mean...?"

Accompanied by a lament that seemed to surge from the depths of hell, Xiaoyue grabbed Asuhain's breasts with both hands.

"...Huh? Uh-huh?"

(Illustration 009)

Ignoring Asahiya-san, who was out of touch with the situation, Akatsuki began to knead the two soft mounds of flesh like mochi.

"It's the real deal...it's genuine...! How can something this size have such weight...! Why did God create man in this way...!"

"You...! What are you doing! Why are you doing this all of a sudden!"

"It's so unfair! Heaven has been so unfair to me!"

"Ah! Ugh...!"

"Listen to me, Xiaoyue, stop making a fuss."

As I spoke, as if calming a runaway horse, I grabbed Xiaoyue from behind and dragged her away from Asuhain. Asuhain, her face flushed, clutched her chest and said:

"What...what are you doing?! How dare you grope someone's breasts on our first meeting?! What do you mean by that?!"

"I'm confirming just how poorly this world was designed! I never imagined that God's blueprints would be so utterly flawed!"

"Uh—let me translate: it means you're about the same height as her, but you have such a great figure, which makes her very envious."

Asahi Yeon pursed her lips and looked down at her chest, which she was pressing with both hands.

"...It's not good at all. Your shoulders will ache, running will hurt, you won't be able to see your feet easily, and guys will stare at you...I actually envy your figure."

"Oh, really? I'll kill you then?"

Xiaoyue said with a beaming smile. She had originally intended to help translate, but no matter how she translated it, it was just the literal meaning.

"—Pfft! Ahahaha!"

Just as I was thinking about how to smooth things over, my mentor—Senior Sister Ya Shuang—walked over, laughing heartily.

"Hey Yuuko, that girl is so interesting—! Her murderous intent towards big breasts is so direct!"

"N-I'm sorry, senior... you were making a ruckus before the meeting..."

"It's okay, it's okay, there's still some time before the meeting. Besides, I rubbed her too when I first met her."

This time, Asahi-in looked at Asahi-senpai with wariness and took a step back. There are just too many people around me who grope someone's breasts upon first meeting them.

Senior Sister Ya Shuang looked at Xiao Yue, whom I was supporting from behind, bent down slightly so that our eyes were level, and said:

"I'm Asahi Aisa, a second-year student and the student council vice president! Nice to meet you, uh...you're called Minami-kun, right?"

"My name is Nan Xiaoyue, please guide me, senior."

Xiaoyue's eyes slid down again.

The height difference between Senior Asahi and Xiaoyue is almost twenty centimeters, so I understand why she bent over... This, however, highlights Senior Asahi's chest, which, while not as large as Xiaoyue's, is still quite impressive. Oh no! Xiaoyue's jealous beast is about to unleash its fury again...!

Xiaoyue squinted and observed Yashuang's breasts for a few seconds...

"Please give me your guidance, senior!"

He repeated it as if nothing had happened.

He was all smiles and showed no hostility whatsoever.

This time, Senior Sister Ya Shuang's smile froze.

"...That's strange, Minami-kun? Why aren't you jealous of my breasts?!"

"Huh? Is it okay to say it out loud?"

Xiaoyue tilted her head, looking blank. What did that mean? I thought Mingri Yeyuan must be just as confused as I was, but to my surprise, she also sighed, dumbfounded. Strange? So I'm the only one who didn't understand?

"...Come with me for a moment."

Senior Sister Ya Shuang roughly pulled Xiao Yue away from me and whispered something in the corridor outside.

But the conversation ended quickly after about ten seconds, and the two returned arm in arm.

"Little Jiezi! Little Yueyue is such a sensible person!"

"Yui! You've met a great upperclassman!"

The two of them simultaneously let out a highly suspicious "wahahaha" laugh.

My friend and my senior are getting close... Logically speaking, this should be a good thing, but for some reason, I feel a little creeped out.

Yui Irito ◆ Defends the honor of the student council president

"Huh? Nobody's here."

After the meeting with the support group, I returned to the student council room with Asuhain and Asou-senpai, only to find it empty.

Tomorrow, Ye Yuan looked around the room with a somewhat dejected expression and said:

"That's strange. The president and Haba-senpai were just here a moment ago..."

"Something must have happened later, right?"

As I spoke, I walked toward the conference table.

Then I noticed that the laptop on Yuba's desk was still on. Looking closer, I saw the cursor blinking in the Excel cell. Where had he gone off to finish his work?

"Ah! You're thinking of a race problem using borrowed objects—?"

Senior Sister Ya Shuang looked at the lottery box on the table and said.

"It looks very difficult. If you can't figure it out, you can refer to questions from last year or earlier. You can even use a few of them."

Did anyone stay?

"I think so. I remember it was kept in the archives next door."

"I'll go look for it."

I went to the archives room, which Senior Xingbian often used as his nap spot.

Just as they were about to open another door besides the meeting room entrance...

"—...Open me. Big...back...it's...it's...back..."

"...Jing will...help."

Hmm? I think I heard someone talking... Oh well, whatever.

I opened the door.

In the dimly lit archives, President Kurenai pinned Senior Haba down.

"ah."

The two turned their heads.

""ah.""

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

During the pause, I saw that President Kurenai's uniform shirt was unbuttoned, and I could even glimpse her sexy black bra. As for Senior Hanba, almost all of his buttons were fastened tightly to reinforce his defenses, and I understood the general situation.

I understood the situation and slowly closed the door.

"Wait—"

The pleading look in Yuba's eyes was blocked by the door slamming shut.

...Chairman Hong, you're really bold.

And for a whole year, the senior student, Haba, who rejected such a bold advance, was truly hard to win over.

Not just Senior Sister Ya Shuang, perhaps I should also learn from President Hong's boldness. No, but even so, she still hesitated and lost for a year... The male members of the student council are all too hard-hearted.

In short, partly to support President Hong, let's leave them alone for now. I quietly left the door leading to the archives room. Anyway, there's nothing I need to do there; I'll surely give her enough time to launch into a battle of wits.

"what!"

Clang! The sound of something overturning came from behind.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the mug next to Yuba's laptop had been knocked over.

Standing next to it was Asuhain, whose white shirt was stained with black liquid.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize there was still some left...!"

"Lanlan, are you alright? Did you get burned?"

"I'm fine... but it seems like I'm already dead."

"Oh, I see. That's good then~"

Senior Asahi breathed a sigh of relief. It was probably leftovers from Senior Haba. With Asuhain's large breasts, she must easily misjudge distances. I bet she bumps into doors all the time.

As an observer contemplating these matters, I suddenly found myself becoming a participant in the moment.

"Ah—I'll have to take this off and wash it. Lanlan, did you bring an extra piece of clothing?"

"Yes, because we have PE class today... I'm going to change my clothes next door."

"Go, go!"

Asahi-no-in picked up the bag containing her gym clothes and prepared to go next door to change.

Next door... next door?

Is she referring to the archives?

"Wait—! Hold on!"

"!"

I quickly stood in front of the door to the archives room, and Mingri Yeyuan stopped in surprise.

"W-What's wrong? Excuse me, Irito-san."

"The archives... won't do."

"Huh? Why not?"

"Uh... because there's dust. Yes! It's all dusty, very dirty! It might make your hair or clothes all filthy!"

"It's not like today is the first time I've gotten it dirty..."

Asahi-no-inu stared at me with half-open eyes. Ugh—this is a headache, what other excuse can I use—…

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden, Yuuko?"

Ah, I've got it! Senior Sister Ya Shuang must have a way!

“…………!”

"Huh? What's wrong? Why are you staring at me so intently... Hmm? Laptop? And then, the archives—"

My desperate wink worked. Senior Sister Ya Shuang let out a soft "Ah," followed by a growing look of anxiety on her face. As expected of my master! So understanding!

"Ah... Lanlan, Xiaojie is right. Changing clothes in the archives isn't very hygienic!"

"Huh? Really?"

"Okay, okay! Luckily, we're the only girls here. Just change your clothes here, okay?"

The two-on-one approach seemed to increase the persuasiveness a bit, and although Asuha-in looked confused, he still said, "Okay..." and prepared to unbutton his suit jacket.

Taking advantage of the moment when Asahi-no-Yuan's attention was focused on me, Senior Asahi quickly moved closer to me.

"(What's going on inside...?)"

"(...The president is leading the army in an attack...)"

"(Wow~ Oh. He's going to do it at home, that genius pervert...)"