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Chapter 22: The losing heroine Anna Yanami is a wonderful eroge heroine who can also provide breast milk
PM 03:12
Having finished reading one book, the reading session came to an end. Since she had said she was interested in the continuation, I planned to lend her a few more volumes when she left.
Yanami-san got up from the bed, stretched, and took out some snacks, saying it was about the right time. Even though she had eaten enough for three people at lunch and had only been lying down reading for a little over an hour, she was already making hungry sounds. It made me realize that our body structures were fundamentally different.
She pulled over a cushion and placed the amber sugar cubes she had brought as a souvenir on the table. The cubic candies had sugar crystals clinging to them, and she proudly claimed they were somehow high-class. I tried not to think too much about the Yanami family's financial situation that occasionally peeked through.
For now, I gathered some of the snacks I had in stock onto a tray as well.
"It's fine, I'll do it… It's dangerous, so just sit there."
"…"
She arranged the snacks, prepared glasses for the drinks, opened the bags, and portioned the sweets into bowls. I watched the scene of Yanami-san preparing everything right in front of me. The close-contact reading session had been unexpectedly enjoyable, but the price was some arm fatigue—or rather, my arms were still numb and tingling. My shoulders hurt too.
It was because of the constant raised-arm position and the arm pillow.
That was probably why Yanami-san was acting overly protective, like a volunteer helping an injured person.
"What's wrong?"
"…Well, I'm just realizing how tough an arm pillow really is."
Light novel protagonists are amazing.
"Maybe Nukumizu-kun just doesn't train enough… Can you do push-ups?"
"…It's not that I can't do them, but I'd rather not be asked how many."
"You should have Lemon-chan train you… Ah, juice or tea—which one do you want?"
"Tea… no, actually juice."
I reached for the glass to have her pour for me, but Yanami-san took it first.
The juice was poured. A straw was inserted.
"…Here, go ahead."
"Ah, no… I can do it myself."
"It's fine… Drink, drink."
"…"
I was being taken care of by Yanami-san.
It was embarrassing, but a part of me felt a little happy about it.
"You're not honest at all… It's fine, I'll feed you the snacks too. I'll spoil you."
"…When you say it like that, it makes it even harder."
"You don't deny that you want to be spoiled… Ah mmm, nn~♡… This is delicious♡"
She gave one piece to me and took three for herself, biting into the chocolate-coated potato snacks.
She snuggled up beside me, shoulders rubbing together, completely absorbed in the snacks.
There was no lively conversation, nothing in particular.
"…Did something happen?"
"!"
Instead of letting it slide, Yanami-san saw right through me and casually stepped in as if it were the most natural thing.
There was nothing shielding my heart. Yanami-san's free-spirited nature exposed my true feelings.
"It's fine… Have I ever once said I hated it when you sucked on my boobs, Nukumizu-kun?"
"…No, you haven't."
Looking back, there had never been a single scene like that.
Yanami-san happily offered her softness.
At school, anywhere, whenever there was an opening.
"…Nukumizu-kun, do you dislike my boobs?"
"I don't think there's any human who could answer 'yes' to that question."
"Really?… I see, so Nukumizu-kun loves my boobs a lot~♡ I'm happy you value them so highly♡"
"…Don't hold them, don't shake them."
Yanami-san lifted her breasts in her palms and gently shook them, proudly displaying the beautifully shaped, fully ripened fruits. Because she wasn't wearing a bra under the long-sleeved inner layer, the soft, heavy jiggle of her breasts was clearly visible. It was easy to understand and made me react.
"…Um, you know…"
Yanami-san didn't refuse.
She was proactive and perhaps merciful.
That was why this was clearly a moment of weakness. It wasn't normal at all.
Yet I couldn't maintain my normalcy.
"I saw it in a dream… Um, a dream about Yanami-san."
"Nn, a dream?… Wasn't that usually the boring pattern?… It's okay, does it have a punchline?"
"I'm not from Kansai… Don't get your hopes up… Actually… um, well…"
"…?"
"It's not a funny story… but listen. If you laugh, it'll be embarrassing, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't laugh."
"…Which is it?"
Her palm lightly slapped my left shoulder—Yanami-san's timing for the retort was perfect.
× × ×
…Embarrassing.
Even while thinking that, my mouth opened, and once it did, it wouldn't stop.
I told her the dream I had seen, describing the scenes I had felt exactly as they were. Pretending to be a writer, I used third-person perspective, added paragraphs, and poured in emotion as I carefully confessed.
Yanami-san didn't laugh at the worthless, purely embarrassing dream story. She simply listened attentively.
It might have been better if she had laughed.
But instead, she just nodded quietly, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up slightly.
"…Hey, Nukumizu-kun."
"!"
"Ah, you don't have to get so tense… What, did you think I was going to scold you? That I'd be disgusted or creeped out… or call you gross and scare you?"
"…Because it was such a worthless dream… Even I think the me who saw it is weird."
I couldn't look her in the eyes, so my gaze stayed on the tapestry on the wall. Yanami-san stopped me by grabbing my shoulder and pulling me closer.
Our eyes met.
"…Nn… Kiss… I'll give you a kiss, so close your eyes."
"!"
"Here, 3, 2, 1."
"!?"
She left no room for refusal.
Yanami-san pressed her lips against mine, and only then did I close my eyes.
…Kuchu… Chu.
"…!!"
So soft.
The taste of salt and sugar crystals, lips and tongue intertwining and melting, mixed with the heat of saliva.
Open lips against open lips.
Yanami-san's kiss was incredibly, incredibly…
"…Nn… n kku… Ah, have you calmed down?"
"…Ah, aaah."
"Nn… Are you still confused?… Well, as long as you're not shaking, it's fine… See, I'm not angry. I'm not creeped out… and I don't think you're gross."
I finally understood that the kiss was proof.
But wasn't the method a bit too forceful?