My Stepsister is My Ex-Girlfriend - Volume 7 - Chapter 3.19

Tower of Vanity

Yume Irido

“The Rakuro Sports Festival has now ended,” the announcer said over the PA.

Now that the sports festival had ended without incident and the student council had finished cleaning up, I could finally relax. This had been the first event I’d assisted in managing. It had been as hectic as I’d expected, but as a result I felt fulfilled, much more so than I had after my middle school festivals.

For someone like me, who had always struggled to find the fun in the activities, actively participating in things through work made the experience all the more enjoyable.

“Yume-kun, Ran-kun, you can leave the rest to us. Go get changed and head home.”

“No, Senpai! I’d like to stay until the end, and—”

“Asuhain-san.” I could tell how serious she was, so I used a soft voice to calm her down. “Let’s take her up on her offer. You’re tired too, aren’t you?”

“She’s right,” President Kurenai agreed. “You should let your upperclassmen show off a little.”

Asuhain-san seemed discontent with leaving, but her respect for President Kurenai outweighed that. “Okay...” she said reluctantly.

Asuhain-san was a real go-getter, but she didn’t have enough stamina to back it up. She’d frequently tried to covertly catch her breath, but both President Kurenai and I had noticed. If we let her overwork her small body, she might pay the price.

“Have a good night, okay?” President Kurenai said.

“Thank you. You too...”

“Thanks.”

I found my eyes wandering to Haba-senpai, who was silently standing next to her. She’d been busy all day ordering people around, helping them run the events, and then participating in them herself. She probably wanted to at least be able to spend these last few moments of the day with him. It was better to release some of that pent-up frustration now than have it explode in front of other people like she’d done before.

I pulled Asuhain-san towards the student council room. We needed to change out of our gym clothes that had gotten dirty from being outside all day.

“How was the festival?” I asked, trying to engage in small talk as we walked.

“Well...it was quite interesting to see up close how President Kurenai works,” Asuhain-san said in her usual stiff voice.

“I don’t think that has much to do with the festival...”

“It was fun. I think I’ve found that I’m more suited to helping organize it than participating in it.”

I giggled. “I’m with you there.”

“There’s a limit to my athleticism with how short my limbs are. Plus, I have some very unnecessary things hanging off of me,” she said, raising her soft but disproportionately large chest.

If Akatsuki-san had been present, she would’ve snapped. “It really looks like a lot to deal with... You’re carrying a lot of weight, there.”

“You’re making it sound like you don’t experience the same issue. I mean, you’re not exactly small yourself.”

“You think so?”

“You seem at least above average.”

“Ah, that’s true. I have a friend who’s, uh, amazing, to the point that my senses have been dulled. Aso-senpai seems a little bigger than me too.”

“Huh?”

“Hm? Did I say something wrong?” I glanced at Asuhain-san, who seemed shook, as if I’d seen through a lie or something. I don’t think I said anything weird... Did I?

Asuhain-san took a little to gather her thoughts before speaking again. “It’s nothing. Forget about it.”

“You can’t just leave me hanging.”

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, then that’s probably for the best...” Huh? Noticed what? Tell me! “More importantly, you know midterms are right around the corner, right?”

“Um, can we maybe not change topics? What haven’t I noticed?!”

“You’d better be on your game; otherwise, our competition won’t be fun at all. I don’t want you complaining about how you only did badly because you were so busy with student council work.”

“Now you’re ignoring me?! Why?! You’re freaking me out!”

Before I knew it, we were standing in front of the student council room. Asuhain-san swiftly put her hand on the handle of the door.

“If you have the luxury of worrying about something this trivial, then— Ah.” She froze as soon as we opened the door, her mouth agape.

“Ah.” As soon as I looked inside, I froze too.

“Ah.” Aso-senpai turned around and she, too, froze.

Yep, that sure was Aso-senpai, and she sure was in the middle of changing. Her sports bra was on the table, and she was in the process of hooking her normal, light pink bra, which matched her panties. What made me freeze, however, had nothing to do with her bra itself, but everything to do with the breasts that were going into them.

They’re small. When she wore clothes, there were distinct lines, showing just how well-endowed she was. Seeing her like this replaced my mental image of her decently sized mountains with tame hills. I’m...not even sure she’s a B-cup. Maybe if I round up. But the most damning pieces of evidence were the triangular, flat objects that had been packed into her bra cups.

“Pads...”

Color gradually drained from Aso-senpai’s face, and in her shocked state, one of the pads fell out. She puts that many in there? One or two pads, I could definitely understand, but the amount she’d stuffed inside jumped her from an A-cup to an E-cup.

The unbelievable number of layers erected a tall tower of vanity. I was so incredibly shocked that it felt like my mind short-circuited. I could only imagine that Aso-senpai was in an even worse state than I, though. She looked like she was about to cry.

Asuhain-san deeply exhaled and approached the statue-like Aso-senpai. “Don’t let this get you so down. If anything, it’s a miracle that you’ve gone this long without getting caught.”

Aso-senpai mumbled something unintelligible in response after being comforted by Asuhain-san, a person who was not only shorter than she, at about one hundred forty-seven centimeters, but much more well-endowed.

“I’m sorry?” Asuhain-san asked.

In the next moment, Aso-senpai gripped Asuhain-san by her shirt. “What would you know?!” Asuhain-san shrieked as Aso-senpai pulled her shirt up, revealing what was underneath. “Look at you, all bouncy and jiggly! I wanna jiggle too! But. Pads. Don’t. Jiggle!!!”

“Sto— Ow! You’re hurting me! Don’t shake them!”

“S-Senpai! Calm down!”

I finally understood why Akatsuki-san and Aso-senpai had gotten along so quickly.