"But when I think about how they met Ash after us, I still feel so jealous..."
"But don't forget, I only changed after meeting all of you."
The man's outstretched hand rested on her exceptionally soft hair. The girl, who had been struggling moments ago, gradually calmed after feeling that warmth, pursing her lips like a contented cat.
"There's no doubt that all of you—especially you—played a part in it. You should be proud that you managed to do something so incredible for me, Ash!"
So that was all it was. Hearing Ash's words, the huge weight in Erika's heart finally settled, and she did indeed feel proud as he had said.
"But what exactly is this difference Ash was talking about~?"
"What else could it be? Your chest, of course! Your boobs! Oppai desu!"
"Huh?"
Erika, who had still been enjoying herself, froze completely. Wearing an incredulous expression, she instinctively lowered her head—and saw... her feet, completely hidden by the sweater stretched over her chest.
She nearly failed to catch her breath.
I was wondering what it was—so that's what he meant!?
"Well, although I adore the beauty of Pretty Cure from the bottom of my heart... I'm not actually a lolicon. Otherwise, things would be much easier."
Without the slightest concern for Erika's unbearable embarrassment, Ash clenched both fists as though delivering some grand speech. The more he spoke, the brighter his eyes became.
"Rather, I like them big. As a man, I'm naturally a big-boob guy!"
The person he liked was one matter; his own preferences were another. Besides, he did not think there was anything embarrassing about saying it. What was wrong with a man liking big breasts?!
But after getting together with Pretty Cure—especially after witnessing the despairingly high proportion of "actually flat" girls among