The Classmate Who Is Adored by Everyone Smiles Teasingly Only at Me-Volume 2 SS 2 - Swaying and Fluttering

SS 2

Swaying and Fluttering

*Chapter 3.5

It was after school, after having the famous cheesecake at a cafe near the station with Chika.

“The rich aroma of the cheese and its dense texture were really good. It’s quite satisfying. But the sweetness of the biscuit base might be a bit too strong. Then again, if it’s meant to be eaten with coffee, maybe that’s the right balance…?”

While considering Chika’s opinion, he was forming his own thoughts when she suddenly stopped walking beside me.

“Is something wrong? It’s getting dark and cold, so let’s head home quickly.”

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He urged her to move, but Chika stood still, pointing at the giant bowling pin sculpture on top of a building.

“That’s the game center where we played billiards in September, right?”

“…Yeah, that’s right.”

For Sōma, it was a place of mixed memories he wasn’t sure he wanted to remember or forget, where Miki had seen Chika embrace him tightly and pat him like a good boy.

“They have more than just billiards to play there.”

“There’s a lot of things to play.”

Though it’s often called a game center, the official term is a comprehensive amusement facility. It offers not only arcade and crane games but also bowling and billiards.

“Can you play basketball?”

“O can. I played it a few times with friends in junior high school.”

“Shall we go play a bit?”

“Right now?”

Caught off guard by the sudden suggestion, Sōma frowned and was hesitant. They had already spent quite a bit of time at the cafe, and the sky was quickly changing from dusk to night.

He wasn’t in the mood to start going somewhere new.

“Remember when we went running the other day? We talked about playing some ball games. I suddenly feel like playing basketball. So, let’s do it.”

“But, at that time, didn’t you say, um… something about basketball being painful?”

He managed to avert my gaze from Chika’s chest, which he was all too likely to end up staring at.

Being a guy, Sōma didn’t quite understand, but jumping a lot during the game could make her chest hurt according to her.

Then, Chika patted her own chest with both hands.

“It’s okay! We had PE today, and the girls played volleyball, so I’m wearing a firm sports bra. Look-look, my breasts aren’t moving as much as usual.”

“Don’t talk like I check the bounce of your breasts every day.”

He turned red while glancing at her as she emphasized her chest.

Chika grabbed Sōma’s arm and shook it back and forth like a child begging her father to go out on a holiday.

“Let’s consider it exercise after a meal.”

“Alright-alright. Just for a little while.”

Finally giving in after being persistently shaken, he agreed to head to the game center.

The game center, which he hadn’t visited in about a month, was bustling not only with students in uniforms but also with salarymen who had finished work.

“It’s quite crowded here.”

“It’s Friday, that might be why.”

While saying that, he completed the procedure to rent one side of the fifth-floor counter for a half-court.

“Since it’s a sudden, how about we just do a free-throw contest instead of a serious match?”

“That sounds good. We’re both amateurs, so that should be fine?”

As he dribbled the ball to check the air pressure of the orange basketball, Chika agreed while tying her bright brown hair with a hairband.

“…”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

For a moment, he was captivated by her.

This was the first time he’d seen Chika with a ponytail since they went running together the other day.

He thought she looked fresh and cute before, but her ponytail in her school uniform had a slightly different charm.

As Sōma was thinking about this, Chika, who was swinging her arms around as a substitute for stretching, made a suggestion.

“Since it’s a match, how about the loser has to obey the winner’s command?”

“That’s fine by me. By the way, what kind of command do you have in mind, Chika?”

Sōma wasn’t particularly good at sports but had some experience playing basketball here. He should be able to win against the inexperienced Chika.

However, he was very curious about her so-called commands. After all, this girl had absolutely no reservations when it came to someone called Sōma.

‘Hmm’, Chika put a finger to her cheek and pondered when asked.

“Since you gave me a piggyback ride last time, how about a ‘princess carry’ if I win?”

“Princess carry…?”

“The piggyback ride was nice, but I couldn’t see your face. I was wondering what it would be like if you carried me in your arms.”

“Face?”

Not understanding what she meant, he involuntarily stroked his own face.

“Oh, you are talking about that.”

‘Was she planning to make me carry her and then enjoy watching my embarrassed face from up close?’

He thought she was as sadistic as ever.

“Well, that’s fine. I just need to win. But in return, you’re treating me to the crepe shop we’re going to next time if I win.”

“Sure, that’s fine. Then, I’ll take the first turn.”

He passed the ball to Chika, and she began practicing before the match.

“Ei! Get in!”

With a chant like the one used in a sports festival ball-tossing game, she threw the ball. Chika’s shooting form was the so-called ‘girl’s basketball shot,’ using both hands.

It seemed the balance of strength in her hands was off, as the ball didn’t fly straight and curved to the right.

“I can’t shoot as beautifully as someone from the basketball team.”

She kept practicing, trying to get the ball to fly straight.

As Sōma watched her, he noticed something.

Her chest was bouncing quite a bit.

Despite her confident claim that she was wearing a sports bra, Chika’s chest would bounce up and down every time she jumped.

However, she didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all and continued to shoot the ball toward the ring without any sign of concern for her chest.

“Sōma-san, is there a trick to making shots?”

“I don’t know. I’m not on the basketball team. Besides, I wouldn’t tell my opponent even if I knew.”

“Stingy.”

While casually dealing with Chika, who had come seeking advice, he noticed that the area around the court was getting noisy. Looking around, he realized that a group of high school boys and salarymen had surrounded them at some point.

“That girl is super cute and sexy. Plus, her chest is really bouncing around.”

“Looks like we might get a peek underneath too. Wish she’d jump a little higher.”

They were whispering such vulgar things among themselves.

Despite his disgust, their conversation made me aware of something. Chika was on her way home from school, so naturally, she was in her uniform. That meant she was wearing a blazer on top and a skirt below. Every time she jumped, not only did her chest bounce, but her skirt fluttered as well, threatening to reveal what shouldn’t be seen.

Chika focused on practicing her shots and was completely unaware of this, but the men around them were watching in anticipation of her skirt flipping up.

Chika was being leered at by all these men with their lascivious gazes.

“These guys…!”

As soon as he realized this, anger surged within him. He couldn’t stand to let Chika be exposed to the stares of these people.

“Alright, I think I’m getting the hang of it. I can make a clean shot if I focus on using my lower body instead of my upper body and use my knees well. Sōma-san, let’s go for the real thing now!”

She seemed to have caught on to her own technique.

Saying this, Chika was about to bend her knees deeper than before.

If she jumped any higher, the men around us would see under her skirt—

At that moment, Sōma’s body moved on its own.

“No, don’t!”

He hugged Chika from behind with all his might just as she was about to take a jump shot.

“S-Sōma-san?”

Chika, who had missed her jump, turned around with a puzzled look.

Her face was so close that he could kiss her if he stretched his neck just a little.

He was aware that his cheeks were turning red, but he didn’t stop hugging her.

He wanted to cover her with his body and protect her from the gazes of those men.

“Actually, why don’t we just stop playing basketball?”

“Eh? Stop now after coming this far?”

“Um… I didn’t want to say it because it’s embarrassing, but I’ve had muscle pain in my legs since that run the other day. So, I don’t think I can jump properly.”

“It’s been almost a week since then. Isn’t that recovery a bit too slow?”

He lied on the spur of the moment, so Chika looked at him with suspicion.

“Shut up. If I say it’s muscle pain, then it’s muscle pain.”

While pushing the ridiculous lie, he glared at the surrounding men to intimidate them without letting Chika notice.

Then,

“Getting all lovey-dovey in public. Damn it.”

“Don’t get our hopes up for nothing.”

The group of men spat out such lines as they dispersed.

He let out a sigh of relief, but then Chika raised her voice in a slightly troubled tone.

“Um, Sōma-san, my breasts are feeling a bit tight.”

“Breasts?”

Upon being told, he realized that his arms were holding Chika’s chest and almost crushing them. It was an unconscious action, so he hadn’t thought about where his arms were positioned.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean it like that!”

He hurriedly released Chika’s breasts, but the sensation lingered stubbornly on his arms.

“Um… then how about we play some crane games? I’ll treat you to the game credits.”

“Crane games! That sounds great. There might be new plushies in stock. Let’s go-let’s go!”

His suggestion, which he half made to distract from the fact that he had hugged her and half because he didn’t want her to stay on this floor seemed to have pleased Chika more than he expected. She hopped into the elevator cheerfully.

Following her, he let out a breath of relief that nothing terrible had happened.

He couldn’t help but be distracted by Chika’s swaying chest himself. So he had no right to blame the other guys who were drawn to it.

He understood that well enough, but still, he couldn’t stand the thought of other men looking at Chika with lecherous eyes.

‘… I wonder if I am being selfish.’

He felt a slight self-loathing.

“By the way, Sōma-san,”

As he descended to the first floor with these cloudy feelings, Chika looked at him with a meaningful smile.

“As for the free-throw contest, wouldn’t it be a forfeit on your part? It would be, right? After all, you backed out at the last minute because of muscle pain.”

“No, that’s because…”

It was hard to say it was to protect her from the lewd gazes of the men.

“Regardless of the form, I won the contest. So I demand to be carried!”

“Huh? No way. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The idea of carrying her was too embarrassing.

Moreover, he had just been made acutely aware of Chika’s chest and behind. He had no confidence that he could hold her and keep a clear mind.

When Sōma firmly refused, Chika leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

“Are you really going to be shy now after all that squeeze on my breasts?”

“Th-that was―”

“Sōma-san is lewd.”

“No, it’s not like that!”

He tried desperately to deny the terrible accusation being leveled at him, but Chika seemed to find Sōma’s reaction amusing and kept going.

“Sōma-san is lewd.”

“Seriously, stop that!”

“Then will you carry me?”

“I don’t want to do that either.”

“Then I’ll keep saying it. Sōma-san is very lewd.”

She seemed to like the phrase, repeating ‘Sōma-san is lewd’ over and over.

“This jerk…!”

Now, how can he get her to give up both the insults and the demand to be carried?