Chapter 282 - Strategy of the Three Kingdoms
As my chest swelled with fear and anxiety, and a hint of anticipation, Rio slid closer with a shushing sound.
Moving in a kneeling position, gliding as if on ice.
With each movement, the hem of her skirt fluttered, revealing glimpses of her pale thighs.
Rio was in her school uniform now.
Yet if she was hanging out at my apartment, she must have skipped school.
Or maybe it was a half-day, but that didn't matter.
What mattered was the fact that Rio, in her school uniform, was making a move on me.
A high school girl's seduction.
...In my opinion, not every female high school student can become a "JK." There's a slight nuance between these two words.
A female judo club member weighing over 70 kilograms is also a female high school student, but calling her a "JK" feels a bit off, don't you think?
When men of the world say "JK," they must surely be picturing a girl like this.
・A figure so good it makes someone born in the Showa era think, "Are kids these days really this long-legged?"
・A bust of C-cup or larger that makes you think, "Heisei kids sure develop well, how scandalous."
・The scent of deodorant drifting by as you pass each other.
・A fatal vulnerability that makes you think, "Huh? If I listen to her vent on social media for about a week, I could probably take her home, right?"
・A familiarity that makes walking together get mistaken for a sugar daddy date.
・An assertiveness that leaves an old man in awe, thinking, "The sexual drive of teenagers is incredible...!"
And Rio fit all of these.
The embodiment of guilty eroticism associated with the word "JK." A mysterious criminal scent. Rio was the very essence of that.
"Na, ka, mo, to, saa-n~"
Rio clung to me, entwining herself around me as I sat cross-legged on the floor.
Hmph, what method is she planning to attack me with today? I braced myself, and then she popped open the buttons of my dress shirt, pressing her chest, now exposed with only her bra, squishily against my face.
...Huh?
That's it?
We've done this kind of mild fanservice event plenty of times before, haven't we?
I mean, lately we've been bathing together, and I remember sucking on those breasts three or four times in the confusion.
Sigh. Just a virgin's shallow scheming, she's finally run out of honey trap ideas... I was thinking scornfully when I saw two girls approaching from either side.
Angelica from the right, Ayako-chan from the left, both crawling on all fours to flank me, and then—
At the same time, they pressed their breasts against my head.
"—!"
Rio-boobs in my right eye, Ange-boobs in my left eye, and Ayako-boobs pressed against me from behind, my vision filled completely with the girls' breasts.
A formation that surrounds me 360 degrees with underage breasts, annihilating all morality.
This is... a combination technique!?
"Gwoh...!"
Indeed, this was a tactic that couldn't be pulled off unless the three of them worked together.
Three breasts, each different in shape and texture, carving away at my reason from three directions—the Strategy of the Three Kingdoms!
"How is it, Daddy? Does it feel good?"
"Mmphghh...!"
My face and their breasts, and the breasts rubbing against each other, all growing damp and hot.
Beads of sweat formed in Angelica's cleavage, and one of those drops trickled down onto my face, flowing into my mouth.
Ah—sweat dripping from breasts—galloping across my tongue like Red Hare. The unparalleled taste of the realm melting away my sense of ethics.
"Mmm...!"
After a while, the sensation of Ayako-chan against the back of my head changed from cloth to bare skin.
It seemed she had rolled up the hem of her jersey top, increasing her exposure.
Ayako-chan's breasts, boasting the largest territorial area among the three factions—the breasts that would be equivalent to "Wei" in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms—had finally gotten serious.
"...We don't produce breast milk, but... I think we're not inferior to that woman in terms of firmness or feel... After all, we're still teenagers."
Ayako-boobs, boasting immense national power, ravaged the back of my head.
Tayun tayun, tapan tapan, monyun monyun.
An elasticity beyond this world caressed my occiput, dragging my personality down from a 21st-century Japanese person to the level of a Wa-jin.
Electric cars? What's that? Forget that, listen to Himiko-sama's divination! I wanted to shout.
I wanted to submit to Wei, gently enveloping me from behind.
I'd send as many envoys as you want, so please, write the Gishi Wajinden. Write something like "Wa-jin Giant Breast Special Attack We Win Easily." Hell, I'd even become a tributary state, so please, Ayako-chan, ravage me more with that softness!
Fill my vision with that 87-centimeter territory!
Don't stay behind me forever, press it directly against my face!
"...Hehe. Nakamoto-san, do you like breasts?"
"I wish to become a tributary state for the giant breast special attack!"
"...I don't know why you're talking like a fake Chinese person, but if you get us pregnant, you can drink breast milk from these anytime, you know? Come on, push me down right now..."
No good, I'm being swept away—at this rate, I might end up going all the way with the three of them. I can't let that happen, I clenched my lips, and as if waiting for that moment, Rio's breasts lunged forward.
The tip of her bra traced from my nose across my lips, rubbing against them.
"It's not often we all get along like this, you know? Right now, the four of us could get naughty...?"
Was this kind of persistent temptation going to continue from now on?
My vision flickered.
My heartbeat rose unnaturally.
Suppressing my desire was reaching its absolute limit.
At this rate, I would—cross the line with them by the end of today—