Chapter 7 - Black-Dyed Eye (1/5)

"Listen!"

Ange raised her index finger.

"What you just saw was necessary and wasn't wrong in the slightest. We did that because we're relatives, so it wasn't anything even remotely filthy or weird! Make sure! Make absolutely sure you don't misinterpret what happened!"

"Understood."

Ange was acting incredibly threatening, but the reaction from the sudden visitor, Ibekusa Machina, was as low-key as ever.

Even though their seats were right in front of each other, Ange still had a poor grasp of Machina's character, so she was doing her very best to make excuses.

"So you see, he was only trying to help me recover! Isn't that right, Mutsuki!?"

"Ah…ah ha ha. That's right."

Mutsuki was left to clean up the oily floor, so he gave a vague bitter laugh with a rag in one hand.

Ange glared at him, asking how he could be so calm, but on the inside, he was even more shaken than she was.

That girl had come to bring them the printout they had missed after leaving school early. The doorbell apparently had not rung, the door had been unlocked, and she had heard some odd voices, so she had peered inside…and that led to the current situation.

(She's definitely going to misinterpret what happened.)

That would not have happened if he had stayed rational, so he had trouble calling that a misinterpretation. But most of all, it was quite a shock for her of all people to see him teasing his roommate like some kind of pervert.

Ibekusa Machina was a strange character even for their class. She made no effort to gather attention, but she still had an incredible presence.

She was a pretty, mysterious, and oddly alluring girl.

(She probably thinks I'm a pervert.)

Mutsuki sighed deeply as he wiped up the stubborn oil and Ange's urine.

"So you understand? You really do understand?"

"Positive. That is my responsibility for entering without permission."

It sounded like things were settling down between Ange's angry attacks and Machina's calm deflections. Mutsuki looked up, assuming Ange had cleared up the misunderstanding.

"?"

For some reason, she was beckoning him over.

"Eh? Eh?"

He had lived with her for three weeks, but this was his first time inside Ange's room.

However, that was not the confusing part. He was baffled by the girls' actions as they entered the room too.

Ange was wearing clothes now. It was only a T-shirt, but Mutsuki was still thankful. In just her bra and spats after he had teased her body so much, he had difficulty knowing where to look.

The problem was Machina and how her state of dress made it difficult to know where to look.

"Here."

"Yeah, you wouldn't want it to get wrinkled. I'll take that."

She unhooked her own skirt and passed it to Ange.

Her cute striped cotton panties were exposed. The boy averted his gaze at that point, but then she removed her uniform's ribbon and began unbuttoning it.

"An…ge. What's going on?"

The girl he was interested in…no, that he had a crush on had suddenly started baring her skin, so he sought help from his roommate while sweating.

"To make up for seeing me in such an embarrassing situation, we're doing the reverse now."

Ange sat on the corner of her desk, put on her usual lopsided frown, and stuck her chin out. Machina obeyed the haughty instruction by sitting on the bed.

"I get to see her in an embarrassing situation. You're just a tool. Do to her what you did to me."

"What!?" Mutsuki raised his voice without meaning to. "Wh-what are you talking about? What possible purpose-…"

"Do it."

He tried to argue back, but she immediately rejected it. Just fifteen minutes earlier, she had been shedding tears of pleasure in his hands, but the intense light in her eyes overpowered him and he looked away.

"Um…but I can't. Ibekusa-san would get mad."

"I do not mind."

He searched for a new way out, but he found the girl opening the front of her uniform.

"Wow."

"Wow."

Both Mutsuki and Ange were shocked by the contents of her opened blazer.

Mutsuki suddenly remembered that Kurikara Saya, the girl in the class with the least delicacy, had seen Machina changing for PE and told the rest of the class the girl was "quite large".

But "quite" did not cover it. "Very" or even "incredibly" would better describe the volume before his eyes.

"This is my responsibility for entering without permission. I will make up for that."

She did not hesitate to unhook the back of her bra, which almost shot off of her from the weight it had been holding back.

"You look…a lot skinnier with your clothes on."

Ange had been the one to insist the girl stripped, but she was shocked by this unexpected size. Her cheeks grew red from embarrassment and her displeased look returned as soon as she compared them to her own. But…

"C'mon, Mutsuki. Guys like this kind of thing, don't they? Then this is a good deal for you."

She used her chin to tell him to get going.

"D-don't be ridiculous. This is wrong. How can you call this a good deal?"

Squish.

(W-wow. They really are heavy.)

Mutsuki was fully aware he was scum for doing this, but that selfhatred vanished as soon as his fingers sank into that white flesh like it was a swamp.

He could feel the weight pressing down on his hands. He had wiped the oil from his hands, but her skin still felt damp and sticky. It was as soft as pudding, yet it had an intense elasticity that pushed back at his fingers like springs.

He had no real preference in size, but even he was a slave to these breasts.

She had narrow shoulders, yet they smoothly swelled out in beautiful bowl shapes. When he touched them, he found them to be the perfect level of soft yet also vibrantly elastic. They were too large to fit in his hands either way, but he judged by eye that these were a size bigger than Micha's which were voluptuous enough already. And yet Machina was more than ten centimeters shorter.

The comfortable weight seemed to fill Mutsuki with pleasure. With his fingers digging into them, he moved his hands in large circles to fondle those great masses.

"Nn…"

Machina had remained expressionless even as he grabbed them, but her eyebrows briefly twisted now.

Then, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her skin was a milky white, so the red noticeably stood out.