Chapter: 9. Am I really the protagonist of a harem story?
“Can someone tell me that this is just a dream?”
Kazuki prayed countless times to the heavens in his heart.
But no matter how much he blinked, the scene before him would not change.
The soft sensation that transmitted from his hands made his blood boil and uncontrollably surged to a certain part of his body.
Though Kazuki understood rationally that it was not the time to react.
But as a male high school student.
Holding tightly in his arms the beautiful girl he had secretly loved since childhood, not only was his breath filled with her sweet scent, but his hands were also gripping the human treasures he had long desired—
What boy could confidently say he could control his physical reactions in such a situation?
—No, this must be a dream, right?
—Otherwise…….
—Does such a soft and bouncy thing really exist in this world?
At this moment, the incredible sensation transmitted through Kazuki’s hands was more comfortable than anything he had ever touched before; it was a supreme pleasure that could easily be called a “dream.”
Caught between the torment of reason, the rampage of instincts, and the state of escaping reality, Kazuki.
Uncontrollably bent his fingers again, through his palms indulging in the soft sensation that enveloped his fingers from those two plump, dough-like treasures.
“W-wait~ mmm~”
As Kazuki increased his grip, he could clearly hear an incomparably sweet voice.
—Is this…… Nagi’s voice?
—Oh no, so Nagi’s voice is that enchanting?
That sound, which had only existed in Kazuki’s rosy dreams or fantasies, was now ringing clearly in his ears.
This voice seemed to inherently stir his masculine instincts.
Kazuki felt his instincts clamoring, his body growing even hotter.
Before he knew it.
His face had come close to the girl radiating a feminine scent, and the unique fragrance wafting from her hair and neck made his consciousness blur—
“Kazuki, Kazuki-kun~”
Noticing that Nagi was twisting her body, trying to create some distance but to no avail.
Nagi opened her cherry lips, and the words she spoke transformed into a breath that seemed like a white mist.
Turning his head to look at her, Kazuki could see his face reflected in her hazy eyes, which seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dew.
At that moment, their faces were so close they could feel each other’s breath.
Nagi’s body was tightly pinned in place due to the position.
Kazuki’s arms embraced her upper body, rendering her hands immobile.
Meanwhile, Kazuki’s calves were wedged between Nagi’s legs, blocking her lower body’s escape.
It could be said that he truly was a first-rate “lucky lecher” protagonist.
Who would have thought that an accidental fall could lead to a position that fully suppressed Nagi?
Now, the only parts Nagi could move were her head and her two cheeks pressed against Kazuki’s lower abdomen.
Kazuki felt as if he were favored by the “God of Ecchi.”
Nagi merely attempted to twist her waist, resulting in her backside pressing against something crucial.
Thanks to her short skirt, Nagi could distinctly feel something increasingly hot, only separated by Kazuki’s pants and her thin stockings and panties, deeply wedged between her plump, rounded cheeks…
For Kazuki, that thick sensation made him feel as if he had been electrocuted, straightening his spine.
The intense stimulation coming from Nagi’s lower half.
Forced Kazuki to grit his teeth at that critical moment, regaining his senses—
Though he could feel every cell in his body crying out in resistance, he still managed to release the embraced Nagi and shifted backward, creating some distance between them.
Leaving Nagi slumped on the floor, gasping heavily.
For Kazuki’s heart, it felt as though an entire century had passed.
Yet to an outsider’s eyes, the two had merely fallen and hugged for a brief moment, and upon regaining clarity, Kazuki gentlemanly withdrew his arms.
Unless they noticed something unusual about Kazuki’s leaning upper body…
—It’s over.
Kazuki finally accepted reality.
This wasn’t a dream.
After parting ways with Nagi, Kazuki had imagined scenes of their reunion countless times over the past two and a half years.
He had also practiced in front of the mirror numerous times in private.
Wanting to tell her that he had always missed her.
Wishing for her to know that he had grown.
Wanting to show her his admirable side.
Not the naive and timid boy who needed her care.
But an independent, strong man whom she could rely on.
The scenes he had envisioned were so beautiful and romantic.
But the truth before him was—
He missed his beautiful childhood friend whom he hadn’t seen in a long time so dearly that he embraced her the moment they reunited and groped her, and through the body contact, he showed his growth, no longer a boy but—
—Ah~ Farewell, my youth~
—Now I must appear to Nagi as a pervert who suddenly assaults girls, right?
“No, wait… if it’s that Nagi…”
In a moment of despair, Kazuki had a flash of inspiration.
If it were the past, innocent and pure Nagi who didn’t understand the differences between boys and girls, perhaps she wouldn’t realize what his reaction just represented—
Thinking this, Kazuki gathered the last of his courage to look up at Nagi.
What met his gaze was a flustered Nagi, her face flushed red, giving him a cold glare.
—Ah, it’s over!?
—Of course! It’s been two and a half years!
Kazuki immediately understood he had no escape this time.
—Nagi is already a high school student; how could she not know the differences between boys and girls?!
—At least they must have covered it in health class, right!?
For the first time, Kazuki was scrutinized with that cold, disdainful look by the once sunshine-bright and pure Nagi.
His body, betraying him, seemed to push open some forbidden door.
Meanwhile, his heart was already riddled with wounds, losing the motivation to live.
Before him, Nagi still appeared as pure and lovely as Kazuki remembered; whether it was her somewhat childish yet delicate and exquisite face or her long hair that flowed like the night sky, everything was familiar to him.
Just like before, Nagi, now a high school student, was still an absolute super beauty.
However, after a two-and-a-half-year separation, the changes in her body left Kazuki dumbfounded.
Regarding her figure, which did not resemble that of an average high school student.
Kazuki had just thoroughly experienced it, and the impact it contained had increased more than a hundredfold compared to before.
“Tsukimi-kun, are you okay?”
At that moment.
Fuko and Yuuemon, who were on the stairs, finally rushed over to check on their injuries.
Yuuemon checked on Kazuki, while Fuko expressed concern for the Nagi who had suffered at the hands of Kazuki’s “lucky lecher” antics.
“Aren’t you the one from this morning…?”
It was at this moment that Fuko noticed that the black-haired girl before her was the beautiful transfer student from the elite class she had met earlier that morning.
Why would someone from the elite class be here?
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“Unbelievable…” Nagi mumbled to herself.
In the brief “lucky lecher” incident just now.
Nagi had experienced for the first time Kazuki’s unreasonable “ecchi” talent.
Could it be said he truly was like the male protagonist in a galgame?
To be able to position himself accurately to let her display such a lewd posture during the fall.
And the most damning part was—
For some reason, under Kazuki’s unconscious touch, her body had produced unimaginable sensations.
Though Nagi’s past experiences allowed her to vaguely feel that as a girl, her sensitivity seemed to be a bit heightened.
Kazuki’s unintentional actions had precisely struck her unguarded, tender areas.
This made Nagi unconsciously readjust her impression of Kazuki in her heart—
Her childhood best friend now likely had the potential to become a harem protagonist…
“Um, um, I was just a little surprised…”
Just as Nagi responded to Fuko in front of her, another voice called from above—
“Tsukimi Kazuki, what did you mess up this time…”
Nagi turned to see where the voice came from.
There stood a blonde boy, seemingly named “Shishidou Takashi.”
With a fierce expression, he was now staring directly at her.
And his mouth was half-open, suddenly stopping mid-sentence as he mocked Kazuki, as if captivated by something that had drawn all his attention.
He maintained a comically stunned expression without realizing it, while the faces of his followers behind him also froze in an “open-mouthed” look.
—Oh no?! This familiar unfolding is…
As Nagi’s beauty had exponentially grown these past few years, she had fully reclaimed the mesmerizing beauty worthy of a succubus after becoming a high school student.
It became common in the last year for her to see guys freeze in surprise when they looked at her.
So she vaguely realized how the next scene would develop…
—And this guy seems to have blonde hair too?
First, her childhood friend with “ecchi” talents had thrown her into a “lucky lecher” incident, and now she was being targeted by the blonde delinquent and his minions at school?
Could it be that the heroine she had possessed was actually one from a humiliation-themed harem galgame?
