053 School Arc 1: First Day of Second Semester

Short and sweet.

Thanks to my older sister causing a ruckus over unpaid enrollment fees, I was on the brink of being expelled.

I earned a fortune by joining the SFO, which allowed me to pay the tuition.

Having survived the expulsion crisis, I strutted into high school like a king.

As soon as I stepped into the classroom, I let my joy explode.

"Everyone! Good morning!!"

"Good morning! Akira-chan! Why weren’t you here on the first day?!"

Mami, with her soft, wavy hair and ample chest, lunges at me and wraps her arms around.

Her chest presses into me. Soft, full breasts clamp my left arm. Bliss.

"Mami-chan, that’s cheating! Good morning, Akira!"

Eimi, with short bobbed hair and a cute figure, wraps her arms around my right arm too.

Her ample breasts press insistently against me. Heaven.

"There's no room for me! Then... heya!"

A petite, small-breasted girl with shoulder-length hair—Momoko—flies straight into my face.

"Ugh!"

Her head smacks my solar plexus, and I instinctively fall backward onto my behind.

The three girls tumble down with me, entangling themselves in a heap.

"Kyaa! It hurts— (stick)!"

Mami collapses on top of me.

Right as my face is buried in her massive breasts.

Deliberate? She’s doing it on purpose, right?

"Wait— I can't—"

I struggle, gasping for air, and Mami presses her breasts even harder against me.

Unbelievable weapon.

"Mmm..."

Eimi lets out a strained sound.

Her skirt flips up, and the back of my right hand brushes against something just beneath a thin layer of fabric.

"Mo... Eimi, get off... me..."

This is dangerous. I try to say something, but Mami’s massive chest is pressed right into my face, muffled and awkward.

My belt clicks and rattles.

“What… are… you… doing…?”

Momoka is unfastening the belt of her uniform pants and pulling down the zipper.

This is a crisis!

“SPPPPAAAAAPPPPPAAAAAARRRRR!!!”

“What are you doing?! You perverted trio!!”

The class president smacks the heads of the three girls with her gym shoes—barely avoiding public indecency.

Saved. My dignity is intact.

The four of us are made to sit cross-legged, getting lectured by the class president.

Even though I’m the victim, her eyes are cold.

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“I heard this report from the copy robot…”

“Bwahahaha! Gera-gera-gera!”

President Kamizawa laughed it off, roaring with laughter at my despair.

I’d been abducted on the day of the opening ceremony.

I’d paid off all my debts—never thought I’d get summoned.

But Ayame, of the Akira Fleet, was a target for emergency recall.

Apparently, even I, part of the fleet, was considered an active participant and got abducted too.

Didn’t hear that.

“Can’t share the copy robot’s senses, huh w—”

“My peaceful high school life…?”

“Akira, we don’t allow touching here. We make exceptions for Kirara, but just barely.”

“What are you even listening to? I didn’t do anything on my own!”

I’d already been on the brink of expulsion early in the second semester.

The academy arc was a lie. It’s not continuing.

Next time: Idol Arc 29.