Wh-Wh-What is even happening right now?!
The noise of the festival now felt like it was far, far off in the distance. The sky was blue, the autumn wind that blew across the rooftop was bracing, and I...was sandwiched within the most Sacrosanct of spaces.
We’re doing this here. Outside. At school. I... I th-think I’m gonna be sick...
A mixture of embarrassment, anxiety that we’d get caught, and—more than anything else—pleasure was setting my body aflame. I let out a quiet moan as my legs gave way and I crumpled to the rooftop. Yuna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked down at me, her eyes sparkling with the ravenous intent of a true carnivore. She looked incredibly cool and cute, all at the same time.
“We had a thought, you see,” Rinka said from behind me as she laid a hand on my shoulder. Her grasp felt comforting and considerate...but at the same time, it felt like she had a very firm grip on me that would not let me get away from her. “Being up onstage was way more fun than I ever imagined, but the past month and a half of preparations were also really hard on us. I’m sure you already know that, right?”
“Y-Yeah,” I said. “Of course I do.”
“The show was a huge hit!” said Yuna. “The audience loved it, and everyone in class said we did an awesome job. You thought so too, didn’t you?”
“Y-Yeah... Of course...”
Yuna crouched down, bringing herself eye to eye with me, and laid her hands on my cheeks. It felt like she was guiding me toward a very particular conclusion, in the strangest sort of way. Not a bad way at all—just a strange one.
“And sooo...” said Yuna.
“We thought it would only be fair to ask for a little reward,” Rinka concluded.
“Y-Yeah, you’re right! Totally! I think so too!” I said.
“Right? So, go ahead! We’re waiting!” said Yuna.
“Huh?” I grunted. It wasn’t until she’d very directly urged me to hand over her reward that it hit me: I didn’t have a reward for her. I hadn’t prepared anything at all! “Ah, err, can I, umm, get back to you on that after I—”
“Nooope! It has to be right now,” said Yuna.
“Agreed. We’ve waited for so long already,” added Rinka.
“O-Oh, right. Well, umm... In that case...”
Uhh... How much money did I have in my wallet again...? I very briefly wondered, but before I had the chance to actually attempt to buy my way out of trouble, Rinka laid a hand on my chin, tilted my head to the side, and kissed me.
“Do you understand what we’re getting at now?” Rinka asked as we broke apart again.
“Mhh, aha... R-Rinka... Uh. Huuuh?! Yuna?!”
“Ah! Now that was a funny shout!” Yuna said with a mischievous snicker as she very nonchalantly lifted the hem of my shirt. So, uhh, apparently my shock wasn’t a sign to step on the brakes, as far as she was concerned! “Okay, arms up!”
Long story short: Before I knew it, I’d been stripped to my skivvies. It felt like my defense stat had plummeted dramatically, while my anxiety stat skyrocketed!
“Ahhh...” Yuna said as she buried her face in my shirt. “Now there’s that Yotsuba smell!”
“Hey, no fair, Yuna! I want to smell it too!”
Suddenly my uniform was in high demand. The two of them had both looked a little perturbed when they’d learned that I’d loaned my uniform to Mio, and I was starting to suspect that they had, in fact, just been jealous.
“By the way, Yotsuba, I was wondering about this when I hugged you before—you don’t wear an undershirt or anything to school, do you?” asked Rinka.
“Oh, good point! It’s not a big deal for us, since our uniforms have jackets, but your sailor uniform doesn’t have anything like that. Don’t you get cold with just the one layer on?”
“Huh?” I grunted. “Oh, umm, no, the shirt’s made from a surprisingly heavy fabric. I’d actually probably overheat if I wore an undershirt... Wait, since you hugged me?! You could tell just from that?!”
“Well, of course I could,” Rinka proudly declared as she held her head up high and threw her chest out in a way that made it really conspicuous how much she had me beat in the size department. The T-shirt she was wearing made their movements really easy to notice too.
“I could’ve figured that out if I’d touched her like that too!” Yuna grumbled.
“Oh, really? You can be surprisingly insensitive about these things, so I’m not so sure.”
“I! Would’ve! Figured! It! Out! Thank you very much!”
And just like that, they’d gone into competitive mode. Competing while clustering around my uniform like moths to a flame!
“I’d know!” said Yuna. “After all, every time I take a bath, I take a moment to remind myself of exactly how big she was!”
Wait, you do?!
“Well, obviously. That’s the bare minimum, isn’t it?”
Is it, though?! Is it really?!
“Well, every time I go to bed, I always visualize exactly what it’d be like if she was there with me!”
“That’s even more obvious! It’s below the bare minimum!”
And that was the point where I decided to stop even trying to question it all.
I’d gotten a taste of Yuna’s and Rinka’s nude bodies at the end of summer vacation, and that sight was vividly burned into my memory. The image was so clear that even now, two months later, it still flashed into my mind’s eye without warning from time to time, wrestling my attention away from whatever I’d been trying to think about. It was kind of nice to think that the same was true of the two of them...but the shame was definitely winning out over the satisfaction, on the whole. After all, my body was not much to look at compared to theirs, the way I saw it.
“Wait...” I said. “You’re not planning on going further than this here, are you?!”
“Oooh?” said Yuna. “And what if I said yes?”
“But we’re at school! The cultural festival’s happening right now, you know?!”
“That’s the best part, isn’t it?” said Rinka. “While everyone else is having fun down below, we get to enjoy ourselves in our own little world.”
And now Rinka’s sounding like a delinquent! I mean, I do totally get where she’s coming from, but still... “I... I just don’t want the two of you to turn into bad girls because of me,” I said.