"..."
Hayasaka Ai bit her lip, instinctively raised her right hand, and pressed it against her chest. Then her eyes widened in disbelief.
I-it got bigger...
In her memory, she and Young Lady were both members of the flat-chested club. She drank plenty of milk, too, but her chest had never grown. Whenever she went out, she always stuffed in some sponge padding to keep anyone from finding out.
But at that very moment, Hayasaka Ai could clearly feel the fullness in her palm.
Her little steamed buns had turned into little buns. They no longer felt completely flat.
"W-why did this happen?"
Hayasaka Ai murmured without thinking, her gaze involuntarily settling on Amamiya Natsuki.
When she'd chatted about gossip with other girls at school, one of them had said that once you got a boyfriend, having him give you massages really could make your chest grow.
C-could it be...
"That's right," Amamiya Natsuki said with a smile. "It was me."
"Impossible!" Hayasaka Ai shook her head, instinctively denying it. "I'd never steal Young Lady's man!"
"..."
As they spoke, another girl came sliding down on a rope.
"Hahaha, I'm down!"
Fujiwara Chika jumped to the ground, planted her hands on her hips, and proudly raised her chin. "I thought I'd run out of strength halfway down, but my arms were super strong! They didn't feel tired at all!"
Amamiya Natsuki looked at Chika.
"You've only had your memories blocked. Your bodies are still the same as before. As long as you believe in yourselves, you can lift things weighing three hundred pounds with ease."
"Really?" Fujiwara Chika's eyes sparkled as she eagerly rolled up her sleeves. "Natsuki-classmate, come over here. I'll see if I can lift you."
Amamiya Natsuki spread his arms.
"Give it a try."
"Heave-ho~"
Fujiwara Chika