The Bust Rankings

"Good morning!"

...My instincts told me these two were definitely up to no good.

It had been five days since the start of school. The two guys behind Qiuyue had been arriving just in time for class every day—until today.

"Hey, Ike... You saw it, right? Hehehe, the schedule. Today's class is... hehehe."

"Of course, Yamauchi. I came this early, didn't I? I've been looking forward to this since yesterday."

"Hahaha, right? This school isn't just generous; they've scheduled swimming lessons in spring, too. I mean, come on. In swimming class, we'll get to see... hehehe."

Hey, hey, you're drooling! Ah... Your brain really is nothing but dirty thoughts.

At this school, boys and girls took swimming lessons together. That was what Ike and Yamauchi were looking forward to.

The two of them were anticipating seeing Hasebe, Kushida, and the other busty girls in their swimsuits.

They weren't even trying to hide it. The girls in class were looking at them with utter disdain.

Ugh... Why did I have to be sitting right in front of these two? They were talking about this right at their seats, making me look bad just by sitting here. I really couldn't deal with them.

Qiuyue, sitting in front of the two of them, was feeling the pressure, too. All he could do was put on his headphones and listen to music.

"I've still got class later. I should go to the bathroom."

Glancing at his phone to check how soon class would start, Qiuyue took off his headphones and muttered to himself.

Qiuyue had just started to get up.

"Hey—you're Qiuyue, right?"

Yamauchi suddenly called Qiuyue by name. Qiuyue turned around and looked at Yamauchi's leering grin.

No, no, we've barely even spoken. How do you know my name? Don't tell me you remembered it from that one self-introduction, for crying out loud! I don't want you remembering me.

"We've got swimming class today, you know that, right?"

"...I know. Is there a problem?"

"Come a little closer."

Yamauchi beckoned Qiuyue over and pushed a tablet toward him.

What was this about?

Qiuyue had no choice but to lean over and look at the tablet. He couldn't believe his eyes.

What was on the tablet was astonishing. Only the guys in front of Qiuyue could have come up with something like this.

There was a betting pool on the tablet, featuring the girls in their class. It looked like every girl was on the list.

They were betting on the girls' bust sizes.

Hey, hey, seriously? Had these guys always been this bold?

I'd heard about it in the original story, but seeing it for real still left me thinking... I didn't have the words. "Holy crap" would have to do.

"...This... Which genius made something this detailed? There's even a list of odds."

"That was me."

"He's the one who made it, Qiuyue. Professor."

"Qiuyue, Professor's real name is Sotomura."

Professor, Yamauchi, and Ike all explained that he was the one who'd made it.

The answer clearly pointed to a chubby little guy.

Well, look at you, my chubby friend. You even calculated the odds. Advanced Nurturing really didn't let anyone go to waste.

While Qiuyue was looking at it, Ike called Ayanokoji over, too.

"So, what do you think? Want to join?"

The trio and Professor looked at Qiuyue and Ayanokoji with shining eyes.

Ugh... Why was Ayanokoji here, too? When did he get here? I think he took part in the original story, too. I can't really remember. Oh, whatever. It was such a small thing; Ayanokoji probably wouldn't hold it against me.

Ayanokoji answered first. "Uh... I don't mind joining."

"What about you, Qiuyue?"

"Ahaha... Then I'll join, too."

On the bust rankings Qiuyue had been looking at, Hasebe was in first place. It was only a prediction, but it seemed like a decent enough reference.

"Why don't we raise the stakes a little? There's no fun in just guessing who's bigger."

"Sure, I think that's a great idea. Good thinking, Yamauchi."

Ike praised Yamauchi with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Then let's do it. One bet costs a thousand points. What do you think?"

...Sure, why not? It sounds kind of fun. I'll place one bet at random—on the one at the top of the list, Hasebe Haruka.

"I'll bet on Hasebe. One bet."

"Good eye, Qiuyue! Why not place a few more? We'll get another hundred thousand private points next month anyway. What's the harm?"

"No, I'm good. One bet is enough. A little gambling is fun; too much can hurt you."

"Forget him. Hurry up and give it to me. I'm betting on Kushida—six bets!"

"Ooh! Ike, what confidence! I can't lose, either. I think the one with glasses has potential. I'll bet on her—five bets!"

"What about you, Ayanokoji? Come on, have some fun. Pick one. Who are you betting on?"

"Uh... I'll go with Horikita. Like Qiuyue, I'll just place one bet."

"Tch, Ayanokoji, you're so boring. Anyone can see Horikita has no chance of winning. Are you here to give us your points or something?"

"...That's not it. Maybe Horikita's a dark horse."

"...Wait?... Are you saying Horikita used a legendary item?"

"Hey, hey, seriously? Did Horikita use that legendary Thunder-Wrapping Cloth!?"

(Note: Don't ask why it's called cloth. Let's just say other words wouldn't get past the filter.)

"Idiot, Yamauchi, you're being too loud! Keep it down. We don't want the girls finding out."

No, no, they'd already found out. Hadn't you noticed the girls were keeping their distance from this area?

"But, Ike, think about it. If Horikita really used that thing, then... her scent would be on it, too."

"Hey, Yamauchi, now that you mention it, you're right. Hehehe..."

That was seriously disgusting. The two of them were probably imagining it right now, and they were both drooling. I really felt sorry for Horikita.

...I knew Horikita had never used one. Damn, after listening to those two, I couldn't help imagining it myself. Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me.

Everyone in the classroom had seen the commotion. After a while, some of the boys in class couldn't hold back and crowded around.

"I want in."

"Me, too."

"I'm in, too. Count me in."

"Make way, you guys are all hopeless. My family owns a lingerie shop, so how could I not know about this? I'm telling you, my eyes are measuring tools."

The boys who'd gathered around all scrambled to get a look at the "Professor's" bust rankings.

The girls, who had initially just kept their distance from that area, now looked at the boys as if they were something disgusting.