The next day.
As soon as I got to school, I was shaking with joy.
"Natsuki, what's up with the new look?"
"Huh? Ah, someone's been treating my hair roughly lately, so it's been damaged."
Without even a morning greeting, I asked Natsuki, who was awake for a change.
Natsuki's hairstyle had changed.
The long, straight hair she had had until yesterday...was now in a ponytail.
If there is such a thing as the ultimate and supreme hairstyle, this is one of them.
I won't accept any objections, and I'm prepared to silence anyone with my fist.
With these thoughts in mind, as I continued to stare at her in silence, Natsuki snorted.
"You think this hairstyle doesn't suit me?"
"No way, it's really good. It's nice, is it just for today? Why don't you do it tomorrow too? No, let's keep it that way forever!"
"Wh-what's the matter, don't come over here, your eyes are scary!"
I couldn't help letting out a cry of anguish.
Natsuki turned her face away.
"Well, well. If that's what you're asking me to do... I don't really mind."
"Fufu. This request is different from the other one, but is it okay?"
"Bah!... You idiot..."
Natsuki was about to yell out, but she quickly put her hips back on the chair and glared at me with a resentful look.
The surroundings were strangely noisy.
"Eh, why are Miyagi and Natsuki so close?"
"Just because they sit next to each other? Isn't that unfair? I wish they'd change seats soon."
"Are they being threatened or anything?"
I heard some people say they didn't understand why Natsuki and I were so close.
Hmm.
Yesterday, we were hanging out holding hands, thinking that it would be okay if people thought we were lovers, but I'm sure Natsuki wouldn't enjoy being talked about behind her back.
I guess it's better not to get too close in class after all?
However, there was something else going on around us.
"Did you hear that? Miyagi seems to like ponytails!"
"I'm going to do that too from tomorrow!"
I want them to do it more and more.
If anything, I want twintails to come on too!
...No, on the contrary?
I look at Natsuki.
"W-what?"
Long twintails are a very difficult style.
It might be okay for an elementary school student, but waist-length twintails for a high school student could be seen as a fake lolita look, or a questionable cosplay.
But...
I can't bring myself to throw it away.
The fact that the tsundere Natsuki has them in twintails is especially a big plus.
"Hey, how long are you going to keep staring at me in silence? I'm scared of the way you look at your prey."
Natsuki whispers as she hugs herself.
But judging by how she seems slightly pleased, even the tough Natsuki doesn't seem to mind being praised for her appearance by a member of the opposite sex.
"Homeroom is starting, everyone take your seats."
The bell rings and the homeroom teacher comes in.
Ms. Fuyuhara is the PE teacher for our class, and she always wears a white T-shirt and a red tracksuit.
In my previous life, she was actually a man. And he had the stereotypical appearance of a grumpy old man PE teacher, but it was moving to see how different it looked when played by a young woman.
She hadn't zipped up her jersey and the front was wide open, so her shirt was wide open and the shape of her chest was completely visible.
Sadly, her chest was pretty small.
If she had been half as big as Natsuki-san, it would have been a feast for the eyes.
What a waste.
"...What is it, Miyagi?"
Even though I was sitting at the back, I may have been staring too closely at Fuyuhara-sensei's chest.
She called out to me by name.
"No, it's nothing. Good morning, Fuyuhara-sensei."
"Ah, good morning. Now, here's today's schedule--"
Homeroom began.
"... Tch."
Natsuki-san next to me clicked her tongue.
"What's wrong?"
She asked in a low voice.
"Hmph."
She turned away from me.
She was in a good mood just a moment ago, so why?
In the end, Natsuki didn't talk to me after that either.
And today, I called her out to the back of the school.
After that, she didn't answer me no matter how many times I called out to her, but she nodded silently when I called her, so I thought she would come...
"Oh, she's here. But she's still in a bad mood."
After waiting for a while, Natsuki came in with her ponytail swinging, but I could tell she was sulking.
"What's wrong, Natsuki? You've been in a bad mood since this morning, haven't you?"
Is it because I call her every day?
"...It's not that bad. It's not that good."
Hmm, it doesn't seem like she hates being called out.
So, I don't have any idea what's wrong.
"Hmm."
"What do you mean? Who cares about my mood? I'll do what you want."
It's true that I do what I want regardless of Natsuki's mood, but my mood changes.
I'd be lying if I said I'm not interested in forcing someone to do something they don't want to do, but as someone who is also the type that "can't get off on pitiful things," I don't really like it.
I'm the type that's "no, no means yes."
If it can be resolved, I want to resolve it as soon as possible.
Even if I have to be a little forceful.
"Hey, Natsuki."
"What is it?"
"Can you tell me why you're mad?"
"That's why! My mood... uh."
I take off my glasses and approach Natsuki.
"Y-yes, stop it... your eyes are kind of scary."
"Really?"
Oh.
Is there something strange about the fact that my eyes are not normal?
I don't care, I take off my glasses, and continue to corner Natsuki-san, who is backing away.
"I-I understand, I'll tell you... but don't laugh! If you laugh, I'll never speak to you again!"
"Eh? What did I do that made you say that?"
"... in the morning, you."
"In the morning?"
Huh?
Speaking of this morning, all I remember is praising Natsuki-san's godlike appearance in her ponytail.
"You were looking at your homeroom teacher, Fuyuhara, weren't you?"
"... Yeah, I got scolded."
"That's it!"
"... That?"
No, what are you talking about?
"You were staring at Fuyuhara-san's chest!"
"Yeah... Fuyuhara-sensei. What a shame..."
Apart from her chest, she's my type.
"Is it a shame?"
"Yeah. She's pretty, assertive, and tall, so she's exactly my type."
"W-w-what are you even valuing a teacher?!"
"Valuing her is rude. I'm just saying she's attractive."
"What do you mean by that... do you mean in a weird relationship?"
"As a potential sex friend? Well, I guess so. I don't particularly want to be friends with her."
"S-seriously..."
I hadn't really thought about it until he said that, but Fuyuhara-sensei is probably in her mid-twenties.
That's easily in the strike zone. In fact, she's right in the middle.
My body has gotten younger, but mentally? I'm still in my 30's.
I feel guilty when I'm with a girl in a uniform like Natsuki-san (which is fine in itself), but I don't feel that way with an adult woman.
However, my opinion of Fuyuhara-sensei is that she's a treasure that's not perfect.
"Fuyuhara-sensei, if only she had half the breasts of Natsuki-san..."
If Natsuki-san in front of me is 200 out of 100, then Fuyuhara-sensei would be about 198. I'm very strict when it comes to grading.
"Y-You. Really... you like big breasts."
Natsuki-san still looks at me with an incredulous look on her face.
"Do other men prefer small breasts?"
"Y-Yeah. Usually, that's the case. Women like me are out of the question."
"I can't imagine that. So does that mean Fuyuhara-sensei is beautiful and has a great figure even from a woman's point of view?"
"... that's right."
"Huh?"
I see.
If someone is going after Fuyuhara-sensei, then there will be rivals.
Even if there are few men in the world, there will still be sexual desires. No, there must be.
So, beautiful and well-built women are the ones that men will approach.
What would I think of such a virtual rival?
Even though he had been turned into a beautiful boy thanks to God's service, there was no way a teacher would have a relationship with his student if he had common sense and good judgment.
But it's not entirely impossible.
Even in my past life, there were some relationships between teachers and students.
Besides, in this world where men are rare, wouldn't it be an attractive development for a young male student to flirt with a female teacher?
If the situation were reversed and I was the teacher, I would find it so attractive that I would think it was some kind of trap.
What's more, I also have a suspicious erotic eye.
A forbidden love between a teacher and a student, a friends with benefits route.
Isn't there a good chance of success? It's starting to seem that way.
As I was musing like this, Natsuki-san tugged on my sleeve.
"Oi... are you serious? Are you really after Fuyuhara!?"
"Even if you ignore her breasts, I think she's still someone I'd want to be friends with. I hadn't really thought about it until Natsuki-san told me."
Hearing that, Natsuki muttered something under her breath.
"...What a flop. This is the worst, my idiot..."
"Huh? What?"
"N-nothing! Forget it!"
She was in a bad mood again.
However, unlike her previous attitude, she seemed to be trying to hide her embarrassment.
Her cheeks were slightly red.
I see.
The reason she suddenly got so angry was because I was interested in Fuyuhara-sensei.
To be precise, I was mistaken in thinking that I was admiring Fuyuhara-sensei's breasts, so there's no doubt about that.
Natsuki-san's complex is also her large breasts.
I had always said that I loved it, so it's no wonder she got upset if she misunderstood that I liked flat chests after all.
Hmm.
In that case, I'm a breast alien, no, in this world, I may be a breast heretic, but I love big breasts, so I'll make her understand with my own body.
With that body.
With those magnificent breasts.
Let's make her understand.
"Natsuki-san"
"W-What?"
"Let's stop talking forever and get moving."
"...Where are we going?"
"We found a nice place yesterday, didn't you?"
"...Ah."
I tried to hold my hand out to Natsuki-san, but remembered the situation in class this morning and pulled back.
It would be better for Natsuki-san if we didn't openly get along on campus.
"Ah..."
However.
But just now.
I saw it, I definitely saw it.
The moment I pulled my hand away, Natsuki-san's face turned disappointed.
"I'm sorry. I actually wanted to hold your hand, but I thought that if rumors spread about us at school, Natsuki-san would be looked upon less favorably than me."
"...I see. You're doing it for me, aren't you?"
Until recently, you would have wanted to hold my hand, right? If he said that to me, I would completely deny it. I'm sure she would have.
But now, as soon as she realized that I was being considerate to her, her face became happy.
Furthermore.
"Well, then? Doesn't it have to be school?"
"Hmm?"
"For example... outside."
Did you hear that, Mrs.?
This is an invitation to a date.
I had heard that she would become dependent on me through 'climax ejaculation,' and I felt that yesterday, but the pace is faster than I expected.
I can't help but think that I'm being mean and refusing Natsuki's pitiful request.
It's hard to give up, but there's no eroticism that beats love.
If you have any objections, I'll use my fists.
"Yeah. So, why don't we go out somewhere on our day off?"
"Oh, yeah. If it's your request, I have no choice...!"
Why does this girl make moves that stimulate my sadistic tendencies so much?
I'm trying so hard to hold back.
"Let's go to the gym for now."
"O-okay."
Natsuki swallows.
She looks at me, touching her lips with her fingertips.
I know she's thinking I'll use my mouth again, but that's not my intention today.
I want to completely clear up the misunderstanding about Fuyuhara-sensei earlier.
I need to make sure she understands that I like big breasts so she doesn't get the wrong idea again.
"C'mon, let's go."
I head to the gym, glancing sideways at Natsuki's breasts, which are thrusting violently out from under her uniform.