Watching Tachibana Akane crouch on the ground, clutching her chest in agony, Kaoru instantly realized what he had just hit.

Though she was a third-year senpai, she was at most two years older than Ichinose Honami—barely an adult.

Clearly, she was still a growing girl.

"Where did I hit you?" Kaoru quickly crouched down, hoping there wouldn't be any bruising.

"It hurts so much, hiks... S-sneak attacking like that is way too mean, hiks..." Tachibana Akane looked on the verge of tears, her eyes brimming with them.

At this point, that's what you're worried about—the sneak attack?

"Don't panic, let me check. If there's a bruise, it'll be trouble." Kaoru held her shoulders firmly, his expression was serious—this was no time for jokes.

Hearing his unusually grave tone, Akane instinctively loosened her grip, flustered as she considered letting him check.

But then she suddenly realized something, and her face instantly flushed bright red.

"Pervert! Silent lecher! If you dare look, I'll poke your eyes out!" Akane was furious.

Did she look like some naive, gullible idiot to him?

"If you hadn't been standing right next to me, who'd even want to look at your flat chest?" Kaoru retorted irritably.

"You're the flat one! I have super, super huge boobs!" Rather than admitting fault, Akane turned the accusation around.

"You just wanted revenge, then took the chance to peek and grope me—disgusting underclassman, lusting after your senpai!"

"Well, you're the disgusting senpai who likes bullying underclassmen," Kaoru shot back without hesitation.

"How dare a mere underclassman be this arrogant! If there's even the tiniest problem with my boobs, you won't get away with it!" Akane puffed her cheeks angrily.

Kaoru had no patience left for this back-and-forth.

"Do you want to go to the infirmary or not?" he asked bluntly.

Akane gingerly touched her chest, her brow furrowing with worry.

"D-did you just flatten my boobs?"

Kaoru glanced at her chest.

Though she was covering it, the slight swell was still visible—probably around a B-cup.

Not exactly small, but far from "super huge."

"Can't tell at all."

"Is that your way of refusing responsibility?"

"Does it still hurt?"

"Of course it does! How about I elbow you and see how it feels?"

It actually didn't hurt much anymore, but hearing Kaoru ask like that, even if it didn't, it had to hurt.

Akane pouted resentfully.

"I'll take you to the infirmary now." Kaoru reached out to her, his tone firm.

For some reason, Akane stared blankly at his hand before suddenly snapping out of it.

She averted her gaze in a fluster while muttering.

"No... I don't want to go."

"What if I did flatten them?" Kaoru pressed.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Akane's eyes.

Even though she had brought it up, hearing it from him felt unbearably mortifying.

Her chest seemed to grow inexplicably warm.

"I-it's too embarrassing... I can't possibly say I got my chest bumped there."

Kaoru was momentarily speechless.

Watching her lowered head, he finally said, "Fine, no infirmary. Check yourself a few times for bruises or swelling. Apply a warm compress when you get back."

What? She couldn't feel happy about this at all—an underclassman daring to tell her what to do.

Yet as Akane think over it, her heartbeat grew faster and faster, as if a hot-water bottle had been tucked into her chest, spreading warmth.

Then suddenly, she panicked—could something really be wrong with her body?

"W-Wait, I feel all hot!" Tachibana Akane grabbed Kaoru just as he was about to stand up.

"It's definitely because you bumped into me!"

"Hot?" Kaoru was puzzled.

Shouldn't she be feeling pain instead?

Akane couldn't quite explain her own sensations.

Right now, whenever Kaoru looked at her, her heart would race uncontrollably, her face would burn, her whole body would heat up, and her chest felt strangely tight and swollen.

"You're not allowed to leave! You have to take responsibility!"

Unaware of it herself, a hint of soft pleading had slipped into her voice.

"Fine, I'll take responsibility. But could you check yourself first?" Kaoru remained calm. "Or I can take you to the infirmary."

Akane hesitated for a moment before making up her mind and ordering him.

"I'll check myself, but you're not allowed to peek!"

Obediently, Kaoru turned around in silence.

Seeing this scene, Akane stealthily unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, pausing occasionally to cast wary glances at Kaoru's back, fearing this guy might try to ambush her again.

Kaoru Mitoma remained motionless.

Though he could hear the faint rustling behind him and vividly imagine what the girl was doing right now.

"Are you done yet?"

"Mmm... Haa..."

Hearing her slightly hurried breathing, Kaoru forcefully suppressed the urge to turn around.

Just what was this senpai up to?

"Mitoma, you said you'd take responsibility, right?"

"I will take responsibility. So is there actually anything wrong?"

"It seems you gave me internal injuries from that collision."

"..."

"E-even this part stood up... uu... It's swollen and feels so uncomfortable..."

"What are you doing?"

"O-of course I'm examining... Then as I kept touching it felt so strange... mmm..."

"Are you really examining?"

"..."

When Kaoru Mitoma finally turned around, Tachibana Akane's face was completely flushed.

Her shirt looked somewhat disheveled, and out of guilt, she couldn't meet his gaze.

"So, the examination results show internal injuries?"

"W-what, are you doubting me?"

"Does senpai usually... never mind, if you say it's internal injuries then it's internal injuries."

Seeing her like this, Kaoru gave up pressing further.

She was probably extremely inexperienced and completely clueless about certain matters.

"What's that supposed to mean? Of course it's internal injuries!" Tachibana Akane pouted indignantly.

As if she would lie to Kaoru Mitoma.

After all, while she was touching herself earlier, her chest started feeling so strange.

Especially seeing Kaoru Mitoma's back turned to her, her heart raced uncontrollably, nearly stopping.

"Tachibana-senpai, someone came to return items!" Ichinose Honami's voice suddenly called over.

Tachibana Akane first glared at Kaoru, then hurriedly jogged toward the registration desk.

Kaoru didn't follow, continuing to pack up.

As he was taking inventory of the sports equipment, someone suddenly covered his eyes from behind.

"Ne~ guess who I am? If Mitoma-kun guesses right, there's a reward~?"

The person pressed closer, whispering softly by Kaoru Mitoma's ear while emitting a faint, pleasant fragrance—a thoroughly provocative scent in every sense.

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