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I bring Misaki’s head into the gap between my breasts.
It was tucked in neatly. A perfect fit.
Just as you’d embrace a plushy, I held her head tight. As though to prevent her from escaping, I shifted my weight and leaned forward.

「*Mn, Nnn*….」

Misaki’s groans echo from my chest.
She seems to be uncomfortable. She probably can’t breathe well.
Still, I didn’t loosen my grip at all. Instead, I put even more power behind my embrace.

「*Nm, mnn, nnn*～～!」

Misaki’s hand started tapping my shoulder.
It seems like she’s close to running out of air. Still, I won’t stop.

If there was a mirror right in front of me, I’d probably see a really evil look. This is so fun.
Hm? What happened to making-up? You have to hit twice as hard when retaliating, you know?

Misaki’s other hand grabbed my thigh hard, digging her fingers into my skin.
This must be too much pain for her. I’ll loosen up for now.

「*Haa,* *haa*……」

While panting heavily, she stares up at me as though wanting to complain.
It’s hard to tell if she’s mad, troubled, or happy from her expression, but that’s a great look.
While laughing, I whisper to her.

「Was it painful?」
「*M-mnn*…」

Misaki didn’t respond with words. It seems like she’s fully focused on breathing.
Acting like I understood her, I once again buried Misaki’s face into my chest.

Still, she fits so well.
Ah, I get it. So my uselessly large breasts were made to be used like this. After all, they generally don’t have any purpose.

As I kept her head in my embrace, I drew close to Misaki’s hair to smell her fragrance. Surely she won’t notice it in this situation.
Eventually, Misaki’s hand landed on my thigh and pinched really hard.
Somehow, it’s like that became our sign. I released my grip once again.

「What? Was it painful?」
「P-painful… But it feels good.」
「Is that so? Want me to do it more?」

With her eyes glazed over, Misaki vaguely nodded. Her consciousness must be hazy right now.

However, she apparently wants more, so I decided to continue as she so desires.
I embrace her harder than I’ve ever done before.
Still, if I overdo this, she might die. In that case, what would be the cause of death? Death by hug? Death by breasts?

「*H-hnnn*…」　

With a groan, Misaki’s palm creeps towards the hip joint of my thigh.
My skirt is flipped up, revealing what’s underneath. It’s not a problem since I wear black shorts over my underwear, but the image of her hand crawling under my skirt isn’t good.
Moreover, I felt her fingers slip into my inner thigh, which caused me a jolt. Flustered, I released my embrace and pushed Misaki’s hand away with my whole body.

「Where were you touching me? Hey.」

I scooped up Misaki’s face by the cheeks.
Misaki had a slacked smile. She looks chipper.

I guess she turned weird from the lack of oxygen to her brain.
I squeeze Misaki’s cheeks. Her mouth now has duck lips.

「What? Does being bullied make you happy?」
「Bully?」
「You were actually a boy, weren’t you? And yet you get happy being bullied by a girl? Isn’t that pathetic?」
「I’m a girl right now, thou～gh.」
「What’s with that? After all those times you were like, ‘*I’m actually a boy,*’ and so?」

My intent was to humiliate her, but she responded with brazen confidence.
What do you mean you just pick and choose whenever you want to? That’s just plain unfair.

「This doesn’t even count as bullying at all. Actually, it’s a reward!」
「*Eh?*」
「*Fuhehe*, Miyu’s breasts are so soft, feels so good, smells so nice… Thighs so smooth and soft…」

Suddenly, she’s a perverted little brat.
I did it on a whim, but this attack isn’t doing much damage at all. Far from getting revenge, she’s enjoying it.

Moreover, after hearing her honest thoughts, I feel blood rushing to my head. It ended up tightening a noose over my neck. I pushed against Misaki’s forehead, ripping us apart.

「That’s enough.」
「*Eh*～ No way, I want more.」
「Don’t, ‘*I want more,*’ me.」

As I attempted to stand up, Misaki vigorously dove into my chest.

「*Eh*, wai-…」

I lost balance on top of Misaki.
I leaned to my side, trying to catch myself on top of the sofa, but I still couldn’t keep balance and ended up falling backwards.

My vision spun and I saw the ceiling to my side.
‘*Ah, crap.*’ Bracing for impact, I quickly curled up and closed my eyes.

I feel the impact radiating from my back. As expected, I really fell down.
However, there was barely any pain. Opening my eyes, Misaki’s face was right in front of me.

「Are you alright, Miyu?」

Misaki slipped her arm underneath me, covering my back. It seems like Misaki took the brunt of the impact in my stead.

「I’m fine… What about you, Misaki?」
「I’m totally alright.」

While close enough to feel each other’s breath, we check each other’s condition.
We fell not into the hard floor but on top of the carpet.

I was startled back then, but the sofa wasn’t even tall.
More importantly, this closeness, or rather this position we’re in…
　
Misaki’s arm is wrapped around my body, our chests are pushing against each other, and our legs are completely entwined.

「… S-Sorry.」

As our eyes met again, Misaki had an apologetic look. Still, if we trace back to the start of it all, it was my fault for forcibly straddling her.
Misaki is trying to pull her body away from me, but she can’t get up until I do.

I quickly stood up… I didn’t.
Hovering above her, I slowly lower my nose into Misaki’s nape. With the tip of my nose lightly touching her, I trace the contour of her neck.

It’s strange.

It’s like someone else is moving my body, and I’m just observing from afar.

「*Sniff, sniff*」
「W-wait, Miyu…?」
「Yup, you have your proper smell today. Since you smell good, a reward.」

Tracing the contour of her face again, I approached her ear.
This isn’t me. This is someone else making me do this. I’m sure of it. Maybe.
My lips clamp on Misaki’s earlobe.

「*Hya*-…」

A girly voice slipped out of Misaki’s lips. Well, she is a girl after all.

「Don’t move.」
「T-that tickles.」
「Do you hate it?」
「H-hate? I just find it ticklish…」
「Do you hate being ticklish?」

Misaki looks at me with her big round eyes.
Her pale cheeks are flushed red, and with a troubled, conflicted expression, she shook her head.

It gave me goosebumps.
It was like every hair in my body stood on its end.
This sensation… I felt it yesterday, too.

Up until now, it was Misaki who would make a move, and I’d passively accept.
But for some reason, it just didn’t sit well with me. Somewhere in my heart, it felt like I wasn’t acting like I should.

But right now, it’s so fun. Everything just fits.
I see, so that’s how it is.
I was wrong.
This is how I was meant to be.

With our bodies still entwined on the floor, I whisper right next to Misaki’s ear.

「You know, I just realized something.」
「… W-what?」

I held my hand to Misaki’s head.
My fingers brush her hair, gently caressing it.

「I love you, Misaki.」