Chapter 239: No Use for Big Breasts

That System must have been bored out of its mind to come up with such a mission.

Himekoji stared at the lengthy list in his mind, his face darkening…

Seriously? All this stuff needed collecting?

He’d get exhausted to death!

Also, what kind of idea was this? Shouldn’t Yuigahama’s scent just be… Yuigahama’s scent?

Why split it into:

Scent of Yuigahama’s underwear,

Scent of Yuigahama’s pantsu,

Scent of Yuigahama’s mouth,

Scent of Yuigahama’s eyes,

Scent of Yuigahama’s chest…

Dividing it so precisely—was the System trying to force him to cook Yuigahama whole in a pot?

The task was unreasonably complicated, so even though the System gave Himekoji a whole month, he didn’t feel even slightly relaxed…

……

The first day of the School Trip flew by as they toured Kiyomizu-dera and Nanzen-ji like clockwork.

Rushing through their schedule, they even managed to squeeze in Ginkaku-ji at dusk.

Walking and touring all day, everyone finally got to rest at the school’s accommodation by evening.

Yet, despite all that walking, classmates showed no sign of fatigue. After being assigned rooms by group in the lodging, they immediately began playing mahjong or cards with great enthusiasm.

Himekoji wasn’t interested. He’d never been good at blending in with the boys anyway. So making up some excuse, he grabbed his laptop and went down to the first-floor lobby.

This area was accessible before bedtime. Since everyone else was busy socializing, nobody specially came here.

It was a quiet spot.

Himekoji planned to sit on a sofa in the lobby corner to work on his manuscript. But that spot was already taken.

He instantly recognized the iconic, craft-like golden twin tails.

It was Eriri…

Though they were in different classes, all grades used the same lodging during the School Trip for easier management and cost-saving.

So running into Eriri here wasn’t strange. Even bumping into Yukinoshita wouldn’t be odd.

Plus, judging by Eriri’s posture—probably finding a quiet place to draw, just like him?

Better not disturb her then.

Having found himself a reasonable excuse to leave, Himekoji swiftly turned to slip away.

But Eriri, who’d been lying in wait, wouldn’t let him go easily.

She’d noticed him entering the lobby the moment he stepped in. Seeing him try to flee, she immediately faked a light cough.

Ahem! Ahem!

She purposely pretended to sketch here, guessing Himekoji would show up. If he ran off now, her efforts would be wasted…

……

“Huh? Eriri? You’re here too? What a coincidence…”

Since he’d been spotted, running off now would seem intentional. Himekoji pretended to just notice her, “surprised” as he greeted her.

“Yeah… total coincidence.”

The girl pointed her chin at the empty seat opposite, signaling him to sit.

“Working on your manuscript?”

Himekoji asked after sitting to ease the awkwardness.

“Mhm.”

Eriri answered while distractedly waving her paintbrush.

“Your Imouto’s back? Living with you?”

Like turn-based gameplay, after Himekoji’s question, Eriri took her turn.

“Mhm.”

The moment he finished speaking—Scratch!—

A sharp sound of brush tip tearing paper echoed in the silent lobby.

How much force did that take?

Himekoji glanced sideways to check on her.

The sight shocked him.

Eriri, who’d been fine moments ago, now stared blankly. Her lips muttered faint words too soft for Himekoji to hear.

But if he listened closely, he’d catch the strange words:

“It’s over!”, “Childhood friend character defeated!”, “Sisters rule supreme in Imouto sagas!”…

“Hey, Eriri, you alright?”

Himekoji couldn’t help but ask with concern.

“I—I’m fine… J—Just one game! Yeah, one game fixes anything!”

Eriri suddenly perked up like a final surge of energy.

Tossing aside her sketchbook, she yanked out her laptop.

“Childhood friend ending… Childhood friend ending…”

“Huh?! All Imouto themed?!”

True to form, her energy vanished instantly. Slumping back in defeat, her head drooped.

“Why are you muttering to yourself?”

Himekoji hadn’t understood a word she’d been whispering since sitting down.

“Want to game together?”

Himekoji opened the new online game he’d been grinding lately—he knew Eriri played it too.

“Yeah… Sure…”

Eriri answered dazedly.

“Hop on then! Why sit frozen?”

“O—Okay…”

Once into the game, Himekoji immediately got in the zone, forgetting everything else.

“Positioning! Careful!”

“Time the cooldowns!”

“Use your skills NOW!”

……

Mid-commanding, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder.

“Akito? Why are you here?”

Himekoji turned to see none other than Yuigahama Yui.

“Quiet place. You?”

Himekoji kept answering while gaming. Thankfully, it didn’t affect him—he finished off the BOSS smoothly.

“Lost at cards! Fetching drinks…”

Their seats were right by a vending machine.

“Drinks?”

Punishment for losing—fairly standard.

“Akito, I’m thirsty.”

Eriri abruptly cut in.

“What’ll you have?”

Himekoji rose obediently.

“Same as you.”

Eriri clearly didn’t actually want any.

“Got it.”

Himekoji nodded.

“Yuigahama, mind playing my part while I grab us drinks?”

“Ah?! But I don’t know how…”

Yuigahama frantically shook her head.

“It’s simple! Just cover briefly—I’ll be quick!”

The BOSS was dead. How long could buying drinks take?

“Uh… O—Okay… But I’m really bad at this!”

“No worries! Just handle it!”

……

By the time Himekoji returned with drinks, he understood Yuigahama’s earlier warning…

She truly wasn’t using her hands!

“Huh? Why won’t it move?! Squeeek! The monster’s killing me!”

A simple game had Yuigahama frantic and shrieking.

Himekoji stood behind her with drinks, saw her gaming posture, and felt darkness cross his face.

He thought inwardly—

Won’t move?

Cause your CHEST is pressing the keyboard!

This girl was gaming with her CHEST!

So he was right all along—Yuigahama’s overgrown CHEST proved utterly useless!

No use for big breasts indeed!