ボーイッシュ女子とボーイッシュ女子が胸で気持ち良くなる話-EN #1

As the hint of summer finally begins to fade, Seiseki Ryuryo Girls' Academy kicks off preparations for its cultural festival. The school's four major events are the spring sports festival, summer exhibition, autumn cultural festival, and winter choir festival, but the cultural festival and spring sports festival are particularly enthusiastic events for the students. Given how passionately these events are approached, minor conflicts among students are not uncommon. Here, we will introduce one such incident. At the cultural festival, each class presents a performance as the highlight. With five classes per grade and a total of 15 classes, each class brainstorms and plans an attractive performance. However, with so many classes, it's inevitable that some ideas overlap, especially when considering what can be done within the school. That year, Class 2-A and Class 2-C ended up with overlapping ideas. Both classes had planned to host a “butler café.” At Ryuryo, an all-girls' school, romantic relationships sometimes develop within the school. Some are serious, but many are just pretend. In such cases, girls who are “good-looking” or “athletic” naturally become targets of pretend romance. Both Class 2-A and Class 2-C had girls who were perfect targets for such pretend romance. A butler café featuring these idol-like girls? It was sure to be a hit! Both classes were eagerly anticipating the event, but their plans were dashed. The Cultural Festival Executive Committee stated, “We cannot approve duplicate events with the same content within the same grade.” In such cases, the matter is typically resolved through negotiations between the class presidents. However, both Class A and Class C were deeply committed to their plans. How could we not use such an idol? It's unthinkable! Since both class presidents shared the same passion, their negotiations came to a complete standstill. Although there was still some time left until the cultural festival, they couldn't afford to relax. The practical-minded class presidents, who wanted to start early and make progress quickly, gave up relatively quickly. Negotiations broke down. Reaching such a harsh conclusion so easily, they now sought strategies to impose their intentions on the other side, even if they didn't agree. In other words, a duel. But not a duel with swords, or fists, or even rock-paper-scissors. Rather, the class presidents, who were calculating in their minds that this duel could be used to great effect for publicity, all came to the same conclusion. A week later, the auditorium was filled with students from Class A and Class C, as well as a large crowd of onlookers. The class presidents' plan was to have the two idols of each class perform butler-like duties on the day of the cultural festival and compete to see who could be the more convincing butler. It was a straightforward idea, but it seemed like a compelling way to decide the winner. Moreover, it also served as a promotional activity by giving the audience the expectation of receiving such idol services on the day of the cultural festival. Well, it can't be helped. As he said that, standing next to the class president of Class A was the idol of Class A, or rather, the prince, Ogasaoara Chitose. Chitose was a beautiful girl with a tall, slender figure and long limbs. Her light brown hair was short but shiny and well-groomed. Her large, wide-open eyes and bright smile give her a cheerful and approachable appearance. While her academic performance is above average, her athletic achievements are truly outstanding. She occasionally even helps out with the club activities. It's no wonder she's so popular at an all-girls' school. She has even formed a fan club that includes not only her peers but also students from other grades. She was the perfect object of affection and the ideal choice for a crush. On the other hand, there was also a hint of frustration from Chitose herself, who wondered, “So who should I crush on then?” Chitose was dressed in a white glove, a crisp white shirt, a deep crimson tie, a waistcoat, and slacks, looking every inch the butler. Unfortunately, since it was a prototype, the tie pin was simple, and there was no pocket watch. The full cultural festival costume, complete with various accessories, is something to look forward to. Despite the simple outfit, Chitose looked quite elegant. Of course, his tall stature, striking features, and impeccable posture contributed to this, but the presence of his chest, which seemed to push up the shirt and waistcoat, was also quite impressive, and his buttocks, which firmly accentuated the slacks, were also quite ample. Though he usually didn't pay much attention to it, the relatively tight-fitting butler's attire highlighted his good figure, making for a visually appealing butler cosplay. With Chisato standing on the stage of the auditorium, it was no wonder that cheers erupted. The A-class class president looked satisfied, as if this excitement was proof of their superiority. Then, on the opposite side of the podium, another woman entered. She also elicited the same kind of cheers as before. Sado Chihaya. A beautiful and dignified idol from 2-C class. She was also quite tall, perhaps the same height as Chisato. She gave off an impression of cool beauty. Her grades were consistently at the top of the class, and it was not uncommon for her to rank first in a subject among the 150 students in her grade. However, she was not the type of person who was aloof and disliked others. Those who knew her well knew that she was someone who naturally helped others and was often confided in. While not all issues are resolved, the fact that she was confided in often brings a sense of closure. Girls who share their troubles with Chihaya, knowing she will think them through with her intelligence, often take a lighter step forward. Chihaya herself, who has simply continued helping others sincerely, is unaware of her popularity. She can't understand why she's so popular. There must be others more deserving of admiration. That twisted humility, or rather, her awkward shyness, is what makes her so charming, and she is often praised for it. In the end, like Chitose, she had a fan club that included students from all grades. Chihaya, dressed in white gloves, a crisp white shirt, a deep navy blue tie, a vest, and slacks, looked like a butler as she took the stage. Her basic outfit was the same as Chitose's, with only the tie colors contrasting. Additionally, the feminine lines of Chihaya's waistcoat and slacks were also similar to Chitose's. The two looked at each other with a hint of hesitation and approached the table in the center. The host, who was also the referee, gestured for Chihaya to take her seat, and Chitose began the first serve. Chitose: “Chihaya-sama, please relax. Let your shoulders down, and go.” The sweet sound of Chitose's voice whispered in her ear made Chihaya's spine tingle. No wonder he's called the prince. Chihaya was genuinely impressed by Chitose. Who wouldn't be nervous hearing such a whisper? Moreover, his elegant manner of pouring tea was captivating. On one hand, he had this androgynous charm, but when he leaned forward slightly to place the teacup on the table, his jacket flapped open, and now his chest, following the force of gravity, was asserting its presence. She hadn't noticed it before, but even from a woman's perspective, Chitose's swaying chest was undeniably attractive. Thinking that, even the line of his tie running down the center of his chest seemed suggestive, making her unable to look away. What on earth am I thinking...!? Chihaya felt a sense of confusion she couldn't make sense of. If she could receive such a serve from Chihaya at the cultural festival, maybe it wouldn't matter if she lost. Such a thought fleetingly crossed her mind. Spending time feeling tense and her cheeks growing hot, Chihaya had received all of Chihaya's serves and felt as though she had been completely enveloped by her charm. Sighing softly, Chihaya suddenly remembered the competition. That's right. If she continued to be so distracted, the butler café that everyone in the class had planned would be ruined. She didn't want to disappoint them. Taking a deep breath, Chihaya straightened her posture. Chihaya: “Now, it's my turn to serve, Chitose-sama.” Her voice was soft and slightly low. This time, it was Chitose's turn to hear that whisper up close. The sound of Chihaya's voice seeping into Chitose's ears and brain made him swallow involuntarily. The sound was so loud that Chitose feared it might be heard. It seemed to express both anticipation and tension. Chihaya's service was also very confident. Chihaya, who usually had a dignified aura, served with a crisp efficiency that gave Chitose a sense of reassurance. Her movements made Chitose feel that she could entrust everything to her. However, when Chihaya leaned forward, her massive breasts asserted their presence. To be honest, they seemed to be about the same size as Chitose's own breasts, but for some reason, they appeared more emphasized due to the shirt and jacket. Despite her feminine figure, Chihaya's boyish face and composed demeanor created an unbalanced charm that made Chitose want to possess her. If he lost, would he be able to receive the same service on the day of the cultural festival? Such impure thoughts began to surface. After showcasing their butler skills, neither Chitose nor Chihaya felt they had lost. The audience and the students who were acting as MCs felt the same way. It was impossible to decide which butler was better. The competition, which had been held in the auditorium, ended in a draw. Accepting the result, Chitose sighed deeply and entered a room where he could change his clothes. It was the room behind the stage, usually used as a waiting room for lecturers. Chihaya was already there, drinking water without changing. She was sitting on the desk in a slightly unladylike manner. Chihaya: “...I'm tired...” Chitose: “Me too.” Chitose said that as she sat down on a stool near Chihaya and opened her own water bottle. Looking up at Chihaya from below, it seemed to emphasize her chest even more. On the other hand, Chihaya was looking down at Chitose, but she couldn't move because of the way Chitose's chest was emphasized in that position. How long had they been staring at each other's chests? After an awkward silence, the two snapped back to reality and drank their water awkwardly. Chitose: “No, you're looking too much...” Chihaya: “Huh? No, I wasn't looking! Cough... You were the one looking, weren't you?” They pointed it out to each other, but it was understandable. The two of them were simply too attractive. Wearing a “cool” jacket that emphasized their chests, and tight slacks that highlighted their curves, it was only natural that their eyes were drawn to each other. An awkward silence falls.