Chapter 10: What was the Name of This Kind of Place? Cabaret Club or Host Club?

Author Note:

This one is short, but it's a scene of how Yuri raises Suiren, so be careful when viewing it, or rather, Yuri is a trashy sex-crazed monkey this time, so she's even more disgusting than usual. Please be careful.　

What was the Name of This Kind of Place? Cabaret Club or Host Club?

"So, you see, um, well! Anyway, it's amazing!"　

"Oh, I didn't know that! As expected of Suiren-chan♪"　

"Huh, huh? I see... right?"　

"Yes, yes, Suiren-chan is amazing. I guess you could say she has good taste, she knows a lot of interesting works that I don't know about ♪"　

"Th-It's not that good... maybe?"　

"Come on, have more confidence♪"

Maybe a cabaret club?　

Well, in terms of gender, I guess I'd say I'm a hostess? Well, no matter whether it is cabaret club or host club, what I'm doing essentially make me a hostess, right? Or maybe since I was a man in my previous life, I'd say I'm a little more like a host...?

When I see her enjoying herself and her face breaking into a happy smile as I rapidly recite the all kind of things that make the other person feel good, I can't help but think that she'll definitely get hooked on that kind of sex work in the future.

Because the more she gets to know it, the more addictive it becomes.　

The loneliness that comes with being socially awkward, the side of her that loves to be praised, the mentality that makes her tend to become dependent on someone once she has opened her heart to them... I think all of these things point to an S-rank aptitude for being a hostess addict.　

I can see it!

At first she will think negative things like "It probably won't be a big deal if I go...", but she still feels lonely and sad, so she goes and finds herself completely captivated by the man she has never spoken to before, who is full of confidence and praises her over and over again.

I've even seen her ordering champagne towers on her favorite idol's birthdays, or trying to show off by suddenly pouring herself a glass of Dom Perignon on an ordinary day.

Furthermore, she will enter the world of prostitution out of greed for money, and in the end her sense of money is distorted, but she is unable to escape and is terrified of herself as she grows older with each passing day. Suiren-chan hides her face with her unfashionable hair, but she has a nice face and a nice body.

Maybe she'll be in the same business as Karen-chan in the future? I hope they can get along and work at the same store, because I don't want to see friends fighting with each other.

...I wonder if people from the same store will compete? I don't know because it's never happened to me.　

Well, this vision of the future is quite rude, but there's nothing I can do about it.　

"Come on, Suiren-chan, your self-esteem is way too low! Look, I happened to catch a glimpse of you the other day, and you were with your friends, right? They say they think you're really funny too!"　

"Eh, uh... is that so? B-but, if Yuri-san praises me that much... maybe that's the case?"　

Well, I'm not one of those kids, so I don't know what's really going on in their minds, but I think it's entirely possible that that might be the case.

Watching from a distance, while Suiren was speaking, it looked like one person was frowning, one was smiling wryly, and the other was waiting for the right moment to interrupt her.　

But that's just how I see it from afar, so I don't know for sure. The possibilities are endless!　

Suiren-chan, follow your own path as you please. It's a great way to go.　

"Yu-Yuri-san, you're praising me too much, aren't you just teasing me!?"

"I'm not teasing you at all."　

I'm just training you a little bit.　

"You're definitely teasing me! If you're going to tease me then I'll do the same... Eh, here we go!"

"Wha-, Suiren-chan?!"　

Suddenly, Suiren, who was sitting next to me, came closer, and I felt a moderate tightness and a slight warmth all over my body, and the scent of some kind of air freshener reached my nose.　

Suddenly, Suiren came hugging me.　

"H-How was it?! Were you surprised..?!"　

"I was so surprised, so surprised! Oh my, Suiren-chan!"　

That's a lie.　

Everything is going according to plan.　

I had noticed that she kept glancing my way whenever we met after school recently, so I thought that soon I could go ahead with my original plan and let her express her misguided same-sex affection.　

I think she's probably been thinking things like, "Maybe it's about time we became good friends. If that's the case, then we can hug each other like we're good friends, right?!"

So cute, Suiren-chan ♡　

It's only been a month since we met, right? And we only occasionally talk in the library after school. But you thought we were close enough that she'd be okay with a hug?　

Well, isn't that right? I've read some of the books recommended by Suiren-chan, and even though it's the first time they've met, the heroines become close enough to each other that it's no problem to call them best friends, right? Even girls who seem to have just met for a while are hugging each other and fondling each other's breasts after turning a few dozen pages, right?

I'm not saying that there aren't people like that in the world, but I think people with strong communication skills like that are in the minority.　

...That's just impossible, right?　

To be honest, I don't really care about the logic or the analysis of Suiren's thoughts right now.　

What's important now is...　

(Suiren-chan's boobs are amazing...)　

I feel this incredible pressure on my chest.　

I knew it was huge, but when you actually touch it like this, it's completely different. How should I put it, you can almost feel its mass.

Beneath the thick, stiff material typical of winter uniforms, there is a definite weight and softness.

We are first-year students, so this is the first time we've worn these winter uniforms this winter, so they're very crisp. The strange texture created by the fat that has been compressed and deformed is incredibly comfortable. It makes me feel happy.　

You can't get this same feeling of euphoria by massaging your own.　

It's not that my breasts are small or anything, but compared to hers, the difference between us is so big that it's not a problem to say they're nothing. And even if I rub my own thing, the feeling of touching it gets in the way of my happiness.　

I wonder why.

After all, when it's your own breasts you know what you're touching, so you end up thinking it's just a lump of fat on your body?　

So if it's someone else's, you don't feel like you're touching it, so your brain recognizes it as a strange, mysterious object that feels nice to touch?　

Well, that's not really important. It's enough that the breasts are soft and feel good.　

Even so, it looks like Suiren will develop as expected at this rate. Even if she's still a long way from having sex, I'm sure we'll end up squeezing each other's breasts in the not-too-distant future.　

This seems like I would be able to quickly resolve this long-standing frustration.　

I feel like just the hug today was enough to ease my worries. What I was looking for was human skin, so this was fine too.　

It seems like everything has been going smoothly since I started high school. I guess it's because the seeds I planted are starting to take hold. It's actually a bit scary how smoothly things are going, you know?　

Well, let's put aside all those unnecessary thoughts and have fun pretending to be Karen♪

"Now, it's my turn~♪ Here, I'll give you a tight hug!"

By the way, is it okay to hug hosts at cabaret clubs? I've never been to one so I don't know.　

Let's ask if I'll still be involved with Suiren-chan ten years from now.　

With that thought in mind, I embraced her back with my whole body, trying to imprint that feeling in my brain.　

Author Note:

Short Setting for the story

Yuri, Kikka, Karen, and Suiren are first-year high school students, the president is one year older and in second year, Sumire-sensei is 28 years old, and Sister Kikyou is 22 years old

The story begins in late September, and is currently set in mid-December. The 'Extra' is set a little further in the future, in February of the following year.