Kazuma wanted to slap his past self from three seconds ago.
Don't you know what kind of world this is? Don't you understand? Have you no self-awareness?!
Kazuma screamed internally, but his face remained expressionless, though the muscles twitched uncontrollably.
"..."
Kuang!!
He closed the door.
The classroom was once again isolated. Kazuma sighed, looking at the door in front of him. "Our class really is full of hidden talents," he muttered.
Besides "awesome," no other word came to mind.
Inside, Sakurazawa Tomomi stared blankly at the door, her hands frozen. Her mind was a mess—she couldn't believe someone had come in at this hour. Shouldn't everyone have left by now? Why were they still at school so late, and why had they returned to the classroom?
Oh no, everything's been seen!
Not only was her body exposed, but the discovery of her secret made her even more anxious. Without thinking, she lunged at Kazuma the moment he closed the door.
"Etc----"
The door, just closed, was yanked open. Sakurazawa Tomomi appeared in front of Kazuma, her hair and face dripping with sweat. She wasn't dressed properly, and her large breasts were fully exposed, clearly visible to him.
"Kazuma Sato, it's not what you think! It's a misunderstanding—"
You're using the same rhetoric as Kanna Hiiragi, but could you please put your clothes on first? That would be more convincing! You're putting me in a difficult position; I don't even know where to look.
Kazuma forced a smile. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You should get dressed first."
"It's really not what you think. As for what to wear…" Sakurazawa Tomomi's cheeks flushed red, then quickly paled, pain flickering across her face. "I feel very uncomfortable here; my breasts are engorged."
Kazuma: "..."
That's why she had removed her restraints in the empty classroom at dusk—she couldn't bear the discomfort any longer. Otherwise, Sakurazawa Tomomi wasn't an exhibitionist, so why would she do such a thing in the classroom?
"Kazuma-kun, may you come in?" Though the corridor was empty, she still felt embarrassed. She pulled Kazuma in and slammed the door shut.
She still wasn't dressed. Using her hands to cover the peaks of her breasts, Kazuma noticed milk dripping from her small hands.
"..."
This pretty pink-haired girl was also popular in class—not only beautiful, but gentle, which made her well-liked. Yet now she said, "Sakura-san, do you know me?"
"Kazu-kun, what you're saying is strange. We're classmates; how could I not know you?" Sakurazawa Tomomi thought Kazuma was a well-behaved and obedient boy. Though unremarkable, that was enough for her to form a good impression.
Unlike other boys, whose gazes were lewd or lingering, Sakurazawa Tomomi hadn't outwardly shown dislike—but she was genuinely repulsed by them.
"Kazu-kun, I have some health issues," Sakurazawa Tomomi explained bitterly. "My breasts have been growing since junior high, and now in high school, they're H cup. That's not a huge problem—my shoulders ache a little—but for some reason, I produce breast milk."
The pink-haired girl looked pitiful. "If I don't express it, it gets more and more uncomfortable. I just couldn't hold it anymore, so I did it in the classroom..."
"Why don't you go to the hospital?" Kazuma rolled his eyes.
"I'm too embarrassed to tell anyone. I don't even dare to tell my family…"
Kazuma didn't look down on her like he had with Kanna Hiiragi. Instead, he patted Sakurazawa Tomomi on the shoulder with a caring expression. "You've had a rough time Sakurazawa. I understand. Don't worry; I'll never tell anyone. I swear!"
[Wishlist (Sakurazawa Tomomi): It's so painful. I wish I could just squeeze all that milk out of my breasts.]
Kazuma wouldn't look at her strangely. There was nothing she could do about her physical problems. He glanced at the wish list and nodded understandingly.
"Well, you can continue? I won't bother you anymore," he thought, wanting to slip away since he didn't need to do anything for this wish list anyway.
"Kazu-kun, um, can you help me?"
Sakurazawa Tomomi suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Kazuma: "..."
You could do this by yourself, right?
"I can't muster any strength right now, sob," Sakura's face was pale, she suddenly squatted down, her face showing pain, and pleaded pitifully, "Kazu-kun, please help me, I really feel so bad."
"..."
"It's okay, you can massage me however you want, I won't blame you, as long as it makes me feel comfortable..."
"Isn't what you said a bit strange?" Sakurazawa Tomomi successfully silenced Kazuma, but Kazuma couldn't refuse her request because of her miserable expression, and also because...
His gaze fell on her exposed breasts. Large, smooth breasts, a bead of sweat trickling down the soft surface of her breast to her erect pink nipple as her breasts bobbed and fell with Sakura's irregular breathing in a hypnotic motion.
He swallowed hard and wanted to play with them intensely.
"Let me make this clear, I'm just trying to help you—so, how do I do it?"
"Thank you, Kazu-kun. You can just massage it,"
"Hmm, okay."
Having had a similar experience with Kanna Hiiragi, Kazuma had gained some experience. He slowly reached out, spreading his fingers to cover as much of her breast as possible.
The moment he grasped Sakurazawa's breast, his fingers sank deep into her soft, supple flesh as Sakurazawa moaned and closed her eyes. It was as if an electric shock had coursed through her body.
Sakura, who was so close to a boy and had never been touched by one before, couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which was exceptionally cute.
He felt her nipple in the middle of his palm releasing warm fluid.
He continued to caress her breast in his hand and soon noticed his palm becoming wet as drops of white milk trickled from his hand to the floor.
When he saw Sakurazawa Tomomi releasing milk with his movements, he didn't know how to express himself. Was he milking a cow?
But honestly, those breasts were huge.
He moved his other hand and took both of her breasts in his grasp. As he kneading them, The milk flowed, covering his hands, and sometimes if he pinched her nipple and pulled back, the milk would gush out and fall to the floor.
"How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?"
"Hmm, much better, it's not as swollen anymore, but it doesn't feel completely empty yet. Kazu-kun, it's okay if you push a little harder—"
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[image] Sakurazawa Tomomi