Chapter 8 - The Mob Heroine is a Mekakure... and Secretly Stacked
It was... straining.
Even though her gym shirt was loose around the waist, it was stretched incredibly tight only across her chest.
(三).
If you were to write it in kanji, that's what it looked like. The horizontal creases stretched taut across the fabric were a clear symbol of just how huge they were.
(They're massive. Unbelievably massive...!)
Come to think of it, this was the first time I'd ever seen Mogami-san in just her t-shirt. It's not like it was a weird outfit. In fact, it was just the standard school-issued gym uniform, a sight I should be more than used to.
And yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. That’s how shocked I was by this unexpected discovery. Even in the manga I’d read before reincarnating, she was always wearing that baggy tracksuit.
Judging from her silhouette, I’d guessed she wasn’t exactly model-slim, but... I never, ever imagined she was this stacked.
“Phew… it’s been so hot lately. Maybe I should just start wearing t-shirts from now on,” Mogami-san said, fanning her flushed face with her hand.
It was still early in the morning, but after running, anyone would be hot. Her cheeks were rosy, and she looked redder than usual.
Yeah. She's right. Sticking to the t-shirt is probably a good idea for avoiding heatstroke, too.
That’s what I wanted to say. But for some reason, I couldn’t get a single word out.
“.....”
“Uh, S-Sato-kun? Um… hello?”
Mogami-san must’ve noticed my silence. She looked at me, confused, and then... something must have clicked in her head, because she suddenly spun around in a panic, turning her back to me.
“Ah! S-sorry! I didn’t mean to show you my unsightly body! I-I’ll cover it up right away!”
Welp, looks like she’d completely misunderstood my silence. She must’ve assumed that I was disgusted. Her self-esteem was still as low as ever. She really believed that her body was something others shouldn’t have to see, which couldn't have been further from the truth.
"No, that's not it! Mogami-san, wait, just listen!"
"I-It's fine! You don't have to spare my feelings! I... I know better than anyone that my body is... flabby and awful..."
"That's not what I meant! It's just... this is hard to say, but... a certain part of you is... really big."
"M-My stomach, right? I know! I know, so please don't say any more... I-I'll try harder with my diet, I promise!"
"No! It’s your chest!!"
This is hopeless. I was trying to handle this peacefully, but there was no getting through to her otherwise. If this keeps up, she might never wear a t-shirt again.
And that would’ve been, well, personally, very disappointing. So I decided to just be honest.
“I was just surprised because your chest was way bigger than I expected. Sorry.”
She might think I'm a total pervert. But... yeah, whatever. That's fine. The absolute worst-case scenario here, the one thing I have to avoid, is Mogami-san thinking that I rejected her.
I can't have her making that completely off-base assumption that I was grossed out because she's 'fat'. Compared to that, it's way better to just come clean.
“...Huh? B-big… chest?”
“Yeah. Big chest.”
“—!?!?!”
My blunt comment made Mogami-san turn beet red, no, her whole body turned red. It was like steam was about to burst from the top of her head. Of course, that was just an illusion, but in this manga-like world, it almost felt like it could actually happen.
Still, I've already gone this far. I might as well just say everything I'm thinking, no holds barred.
“Mogami-san, listen carefully. Since ancient times, there’s been a saying among men… ‘the bigger, the better.’”
"T-T-T-This is just because I'm fat!"
"And what's so wrong with that part being 'fat'?! It's a good thing! If anything, you should be proud! Stick your chest out!"
“Y-Yesh!”
It might have been because of how terrifyingly intense I was, but Mogami-san, though pretty timid, did exactly as she was told... and stuck her chest out. Which, of course, really emphasized them, even through her shirt.
"T-They're... they're huge... Mogami-san, you've been hiding a weapon like that this whole time?"
"I-I wasn't hiding it! It's... it's more like a complex..."
“A complex!? That’s ridiculous, it’s one of your greatest charms!”
“Ch-charm…?”
She finally seemed to have understood that I hadn't been rejecting her. Mogami-san's expression was much brighter than before. Her face was still flushed, but I was relieved to see it wasn't that gloomy, depressed look anymore.
"Alright, in that case, wearing long sleeves is banned from now on."
“Eh?”
“It’d be a waste to keep something that amazing hidden.”
"...Ehhhhh?!"
Now, one thing was clear. This was a formidable weapon.
No, ‘formidable’ didn’t even begin to cover it, because no one ever associated her with being busty. So if she suddenly showed up dressed lighter, every guy would totally flip out. Even Sanada… once he saw her like that, there’s no way he could just ignore her.
...After all, her natural assets are top-tier.
I was convinced. Mogami-san only needed one tiny little push to awaken into a true beauty.
That moment made it clear to me, she was ready to change.
