"Waah--" I yawn loudly.
I'm extremely sleep-deprived. Not only did my classmates around me hear me, but the teachers and staff watching us from afar probably have heard me.
Usually, I go to bed by 11:30 PM at the latest, but last night I ended up staying up until around 2 AM.
On my way home from cram school, I met the beautiful crimson-haired girl, Aira Verfane Quatronix.
And learned about the Battle of the Defiled Land involving Aira and other Super Criminals from another world, Ivral.
A war is beginning in our world, in this city, between otherworldly criminals to secure their freedom.
If I told the classmate standing next to me about this information, which I'm sure only I know among the people of this world, how would they react? ...They'd probably recommend that I skip the nurse's office and go to a psychiatrist.
I understand that this is an absurd reality. I also know that I was able to accept it so quickly because I'm a little different from normal people - and because of my shocking encounter with a beautiful girl named Aira.
"Good morning. I'm Hinoshita Haruka, representative of the first-year students at Arakujou Private Academy. I will now be giving the morning assembly speech for May 14th."
There is no need to recklessly involve others.
In the current situation where the future is unclear, for now, it’s just up to me and Aira to figure things out.
The detailed rules are unknown, the total number of participants is unknown, and how the battles will be conducted is also unknown.
--And so, while listening to the morning assembly speech by the representative of the freshmen who enrolled last month, Aira might be fighting for her life.
Thinking about this caused a sense of unease to spread in my chest.
To gain a temporary sense of reassurance, I remind myself of my position—The Referee.
If they went through the trouble of establishing the role of a Referee, with its rights and responsibilities, shouldn't I be required to keep track of the conflict’s progress?
In other words, battles should not take place outside of my sight.
To alleviate my lingering anxiety, I decided to believe in the vague hypothesis for the time being.
"――A month has quickly passed since our enrollment, and we have finally started to adapt to the school environment. We're all working hard together to take part in the new classes and club activities."
My attention was drawn to the voice.
A beautiful girl was standing on the gymnasium stage, holding the morning assembly script with both hands.
With her modest yet eye-catching pink semi-long hair and a body so striking that teenage boys would look twice or even three times.
Her hand that lifts the pink hair falling in front of her ear is white and beautiful.
Her smooth skin was highly praised by the girls, and of course she was very popular with the boys too.
Well, her skin and her idol-like features are secondary, and what really catches everyone's gaze is her large breasts that are very assertive.
"Our life as new first-year students has only just begun. We want to tighten our focus more than when we were middle school students and dedicate ourselves to our studies above all else."
Her slightly plump thighs and upper arms are also very popular with the boys. They are definitely more sexually attractive than being too thin.
--That girl's name is Hinoshita Haruka.
She enrolled in my private school, Arakujou Academy, last month. She's known behind her back as the "once-in-a-millennium busty beauty" and the "Sakura mochi Oppai-chan."
"That concludes the morning address from the representative of the first-year students. Thank you very much."
She smiled pleasantly and then bowed. Every movement was precise.
She neatly placed the manuscript paper into her blazer's chest pocket and descended from the stage using the temporary stairs.
*Tap-Tap-Tap* *Jiggle-Jiggle-Jiggle*
In response to the sound of her footsteps, Hinoshita Haruka's large breasts jiggled and wobbled.
Naturally, I was excited by the sight.
"Wow, Haruka-chan is really amazing."
"Is it F-cup?"
"You idiot. It's H, H."
"Seriously? Is she a gravure idol? That has to be a joke."
"No, if it’s true, that would be totally exciting."
"Yikes... boys are the worst."
"Shh, shh. We'll get in trouble with the teacher."
"Oh, I want feel her tits, so bad."
"Ah, I was jerking off to Haruka yesterday as well."
As you've might have guessed, Hinoshita Haruka is very popular with us upperclassmen as well.
She has boobs so big it's hard to believe she was a middle schooler just two months ago, she has a devilish maternal instinct, and above all, she's kind.
She lives in a rather distant town and reportedly spends quite a bit of time commuting to and from school.
I don't know why she chose a remote private high school like Arakujou Academy, but... that's not important.
"Hey, hey, are you close with Haruka-chan, Yuki?"
"Huh? No, we’re not really that close or anything…"
"Come on, tell us! Someone said they saw you two walking together…"
"No, it was just a coincidence…"
My classmate next to me keeps jabbing my side with his elbow while saying things like that.
—Me and Hinoshita Haruka.
An ordinary, unremarkable high school boy and the top-ranking beauty of the academy.
We seem like two people who shouldn’t have any connection, but in truth, we are bound by a secret relationship.
"--Ah"
Haruka, having finished descending the stairs with her chest swaying, spotted me while walking along the wall of the gymnasium. And then she flashed me a sweet smile.
I couldn’t help but be mesmerized. By the time I snapped out of it, Haruka had already joined her class’s line.
"W-Whoa…… Hey, Yuki, wasn't Haruka-chan looking at me just now? Right?"
"... Yeah, maybe."
"Woohoo…… I did it!"
Though I try to act calm, there’s no denying that I’m one of the boys captivated by Hinoshita Haruka.
After that, the weekly morning assembly concluded without any issues, and everyone headed to their first period classes.
※ ※ ※
Having made it through the morning classes, it’s now lunch break.
As usual, I went up to the rooftop and was munching on some bread I bought from the convenience store, when someone behind me called out, "Harima-senpai."
I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.
As far as I know, there is only one person in this school with a voice that melts boys' ears with this sweetness.
"Hey, Haruka-chan."
"Hehe. I came by again today."
"You’re a bit late today."
"I got a bit caught up with some guys in the classroom――um, is it okay if I sit next to you?"
"Y-yeah, that’s fine."
"Yay."
With exaggerated delight, Haruka-chan takes a seat next to me.
……I've met her many times since she entered the school in April, but I still can't get used to her being so close to me.
A flower beyond reach. Top-class high school girl.
It’s like I’m meeting a celebrity each time. She has a different kind of charm from Aira.
"Ah, bread again?"
Haruka-chan comes closer to me, suddenly invading my personal space.
"I keep thinking about making a bento, but I’m not a morning person."
"That’s not good. Although convenience store foods are getting increasingly health-conscious nowadays..."
"Impressive. Haruka-chan really pays attention to those things."
"Hehe. I’m a charming high school girl, you know~"
"Oh."
So, it’s because of her meticulous health management that she has developed such explosive breasts that push up her blazer…
"Waah--"
I’m not a morning person.
After the incident with Aira, I went to bed late, so that's the special reason for today. I've set my smartphone alarm to go off at ten different times, more than usual.
The final line of defense is the alarm set right at the last minute before I would be considered late.
"Oh, that’s cute."
"--Huh!? C-Cute!?"
"N-No, no no! I’m talking about your lunch, Haruka-chan!"
It’s not what I meant, but it’s kind of true.
"Ahhh~~… I see… I was surprised."
Huh? Was it supposed to be this hot today…?
Fanning my neck with my hand, I glanced at Haruka-chan’s bento again.
The red bento box was filled to the brim with charming dishes. White rice, broccoli, cherry tomatoes, and omelet, creating a colorful array.
"Hahhh…"
Haruka-chan also loosened the ribbon tied around her chest as she let out a sigh.
Then, she poked at the omelet with her fork and took a bite.
"It looks delicious."
"—Oh, would you like to have a bite?"
"Is that alright?"
"It’s fine~"
Sticking the fork into the last piece of omelet, she slowly held it up to my mouth.
"Thank you."
While saying this calmly, I tried to take the fork from Haruka-chan’s hand… but she wouldn’t let go.
"Ehehe~"
Her usual cute smile now appears slightly scary.
The struggle over the fork went on for about thirty seconds, but I eventually surrendered and opened my mouth.
"Are you sure?"
"Ahh~, it’s nothing difficult for me."
"You know, Haruka-chan, you could make a lot of money with that."
"Oh, come on~"
Well, what I’m actually concerned about is the indirect kiss, though…
If a "fork used by Hinoshita Haruka" were put up at a school auction, it would undoubtedly go for at least a million yen.
It’s on par with securing tickets for a hard-to-get idol concert.
However, it wouldn’t be good to refuse such a kind gesture.
"Alright, Harima-senpai, 'ahh'~"
"Ah~"
"There!"
As soon as the omelet is on my tongue, I close my mouth.
Biting into the sweet omelet, I feel Haruka-chan’s fork being withdrawn.
"…Delicious!"
My mouth is instantly enveloped in a yellow, sweet flavor.
It was the moment when my skepticism about "cheeks falling off" as a phrase for deliciousness was shattered by Haruka-chan’s omelet.
My cheeks tingles and my stomach quivers with delight.
After thoroughly chewing the omelet and swallowing it, the entire world seemed to shine a little brighter.
"Delicious... too delicious."
"Is that so? It’s made from scratch! Totally homemade!"
"Haruka-chan, you’re just too amazing..."
"Huh? The best?"
Haruna-chan, with her head tilted, is so adorable...
She’s good at cooking, has a wonderful personality, and her looks are flawless.
If you include her breasts, then there isn't an area where she isn't a perfect wife. Even the baby will have no problems while nursing on Haruka-chan's amazing breasts.
"I might die from being too happy."
"Y-you can’t do that! It would be a big problem if you died, Senpai!"
"…Yeah, thank you."
While I gazed at the bright world and expressed my thanks, Haruka-chan muttered something shyly.
--We haven't done it properly yet. I thought I heard that, but maybe I was hallucinating.
As I enjoyed my time with Haruka-chan, the chime rang with a 'kiin koon kaan koon,' signaling that lunch break would end in ten minutes.
Today, thankfully, no one else was on the rooftop.
Haruka-chan also seemed to confirm this and was looking around curiously.
"Ah, um...Harima-senpai--..."
She stood up from the bench installed on the rooftop, but then quickly sat back down.
Haruka-chan sat down between my legs.
At the same time as the May breeze blew, her pink semi-long hair fluttered――.
In front of me was an entirely different kind of "amazing reality" compared to last night's "otherworldly experience."
"May I offer you a "thank you service'' again today?"
Haruka... that Hinoshita Haruka's right hand gently touches my crotch. Just her soft touch through my pants makes my cock twitch and a large amount of blood to rush to the appendage. Seeing how my cock becomes rock hard just from the light touch --seeing my crotch swell, Haruka-chan smiles happily.
And then she buries her idol-like face that captivates boys in my crotch. She rubs her nose and cheeks against me as if to say how much she loves me. Even though we've done this a few times before - I still wasn't used to it.
"Mmm... sniff... mmm... haa..."
"Haa... Ah, Haruka-chan..."
"Yes... It must be painful. I'll take care of it for you now—"
The zipper is lowered, and the gap is fiddled with.
Slowly, the cock that Haruka-chan was grabbing with her right hand appeared.
"Wow...♥ No matter how many times I look at it, it's so big...♥"
This is the secret relationship between Hinoshita Haruka and me.
"We don't have much time... so I'll suck it, okay? Harima-senpai--"
Then, her pure and lovely lips made a vulgar slurping sound as she literally sucked on my cock.
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