Chapter 494: You Touched Her Too?!

As evening fell, Hiratsuka-san drove everyone home in her car.

Worn out after several exhausting days, Rikka dozed off almost as soon as she got in the car, her head leaning heavily on Himekoji’s shoulder.

The car’s AC was running. Himekoji took off his jacket and draped it over the girl.

“Stay away from Rikka!”

But this simple, thoughtful act only made Hanjo Ayame, sitting on Rikka’s other side, glare jealously. Puffing out her cheeks to look fierce, she seriously warned Himekoji.

Himekoji rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Stay away from Rikka?

That’s exactly what I want to say to you!

Getting all cosy with each other? This looked downright dangerous to him.

Ever since Rikka was found, the short alliance between Himekoji and Hanjo Ayame instantly crumbled. Not only were they no longer allies, in one way, they’d actually become direct rivals…

“Rikka, if you want to nap, my pillows are much comfier.”

Hanjo leaned close to Rikka’s ear, whispering softly a couple of times. She didn’t care if the sleeping girl could hear her or not. She just proudly pushed out her chest – which was definitely impressive for a high school girl.

“Here, lean on me.”

Hanjo Ayame gave them a suggestive little pat. The “pillows” immediately swayed noticeably beneath her clothes. Then, smirking and radiating satisfaction, she shot a disdainful glance at Rikka’s current headrest—Himekoji’s bony shoulder.

It was like she was telling Himekoji to get a clue and some self-awareness.

On one side: something sharp, bony, all skin and bones, square and uncomfortable.

On the other side: soft, plump, bouncy pillows, wonderfully round, even smelling sweetly of milk.

Which was better? It was obvious at a glance!

Hanjo Ayame’s eyes seemed to shout this message.

Her smug little expression, perfectly matching her look, was so vivid it left Himekoji speechless and almost made him laugh.

No wonder they say a woman in love loses all common sense! Hanjo’s a perfectly normal seventeen-year-old high school girl usually, seems fine… How’d she get like this?… Wait! Hold it! Was Hanjo Ayame ever really normal?!

Thinking this made it even less surprising.

While Rikka was sound asleep and couldn’t refuse, Hanjo Ayame pulled her into an embrace without another word.

Himekoji tried several times to reclaim Rikka, but failed every time.

Hanjo Ayame played dirty, using absolutely every trick.

She rested Rikka’s head on her chest. If Himekoji reached over, his hand was inevitably blocked by those annoyingly large breasts.

Hanjo looked completely confident, challenging him with a sidelong glance.

Himekoji, being who he was, couldn’t take that. He was about to just grab Rikka anyway, consequences be damned. But just as he was mentally preparing to touch her, a cold, piercing stare suddenly shot straight at him from the rearview mirror.

He froze, instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Why did that feel so much like being caught red-handed?!

Guiltily, he awkwardly pulled his hand back, defeated.

Naturally, this only made Hanjo Ayame even bolder and more arrogant.

“Hey, Himekoji,” she said abruptly, “remember Rikka’s measurements? The ones you called out the other day in the Service Club?”

Himekoji had zero desire to keep humoring this jealous girl. Unfortunately, ignoring her wasn’t an option. If he didn’t answer, she stared him down relentlessly.

Her intense gaze prickled his skin. Unable to stand it, he finally spoke up.

“Yeah, yeah. 78, 58, 80.”

Himekoji possessed exceptional talent in this area. Not just Rikka, any girl whose name he knew, he could recite her bust, waist, and hip measurements, height, and weight flawlessly without any mistakes. He was basically a super accurate database of female physical data.

“Good. Remember what I called out for Rikka’s measurements then?”

“80, 58, 80.”

Himekoji didn’t know what Hanjo Ayame was getting at with this, but he answered properly anyway.

“Our numbers, Hanjo continued, “match for waist and hips.”

“Yeah.”

“So why is there a difference in the bust measurement? A difference means someone’s wrong. Who was wrong then? You… or me?”

Hanjo Ayame’s eyes curved like crescents as she posed this abrupt question.

“It was definitely you,” Himekoji answered instantly. On this subject, he was utterly confident!

“Oh? Why don’t we check the answer right now?” Hanjo asked slyly.

As she spoke, she magically produced a measuring tape from under her skirt.

Himekoji stared, dumbfounded.

Careful not to disturb Rikka’s sleep, Hanjo Ayame moved slowly and deliberately. Because of this, confirming the answer took a bit of extra time.

“80!” she announced triumphantly, like a winner.

“Impossible!” Himekoji was stunned beyond belief.

He was wrong?!

This was his first EVER mistake on bust-waist-hip stats!

Completely unacceptable!

Logically, Rikka’s bust measurement was the one he should have been least likely to get wrong.

Why?

Because during their body swap… he’d experienced it personally firsthand!

Both the look and the feel, AND the standard answer given by the System… it was all 78!

“What’s going on?!” he demanded, grabbing his head in confusion. “Where was the mistake?”

“Hah, still haven’t figured it out?” Hanjo Ayame was utterly smug, standing tall and proud, radiating self-satisfaction unlike Himekoji’s bewilderment. “Obviously, the reason Rikka’s bra size went from a ’78’ to an ’80’… is all thanks to me!”

“Huh?!”

Yukinoshita, who’d been looking pale and holding her hand over her mouth almost since getting in the car, suddenly snapped alert. She instantly turned towards Hanjo Ayame, her eyes shining with intense hope, worry, and rapt attention.

From 78 to 80! That meant… there was hope for her too!

Too absorbed in preening and bragging, Hanjo Ayame didn’t notice that extra set of eyes suddenly riveted on her.

Himekoji didn’t notice it either. He was too busy processing the true meaning of Hanjo Ayame’s words… “Went from 78 to 80” – that was the key part!

Himekoji’s ’78’ hadn’t been wrong at all. It was just… outdated.

Thinking about it, it made sense. For girls still in the prime of youth, anything is possible!

…Yukinoshita probably being the exception.

So then, the real question was… if she was clearly developing just fine… why had the “Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye” felt the need to foolishly use padding to cheat?

This teasing thought popped into Himekoji’s mind.

“Hey! Are you listening?!” Hanjo Ayame yelled, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Huh? You say something?”

“I SAID, Rikka’s bra size going from 78 to 80 is MY accomplishment! All thanks to my hard work!”

“Oh.” Himekoji had pretty much guessed Hanjo Ayame’s petty train of thought already. He deliberately adopted an expression of utter disinterest, replying with a very dismissive grunt.

This reaction and attitude clearly didn’t satisfy Hanjo Ayame at all.

So, the girl exaggerated her expression even more, putting on an even more theatrical show—-

“Feeling Rikka’s chest is AMAZING!”

“Yeah, it’s pretty great,” Himekoji nodded in agreement.

“…Huh?!” Hanjo Ayame was absolutely floored.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!

She was bragging! She was showing off! The entire elaborate setup—what was it all for?!

It was specifically to make Himekoji—who hadn’t touched Rikka’s breasts—feel insanely envious, jealous, and resentful towards her—the one who had!

And this?!

“You… You touched her too?!” Hanjo Ayame choked out, utterly shocked.

“YOU TOUCHED HER TOO?!” Yukinoshita Yukino exploded with anger.

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