Happy Peach

School was over, and I was walking home along my usual route.

"Hm?"

I stopped in my tracks as I passed by a telephone pole.

Something had flickered at the edge of my vision. Just a feeling, but still.

I turned around, but there was nothing there. Just the road I'd walked down and an ordinary telephone pole.

I tilted my head in confusion and was about to continue on my way.

But something nagged at me.

My desire to hurry home and play video games lost out to my urge to investigate the telephone pole more closely, so I walked over to it.

"Is this it?"

Once I got close to the pole, I found it immediately.

A can, placed on the ground in the shadow of the telephone pole.

But that's strange. How did I notice it?

Since it was hidden in the pole's shadow, it shouldn't have been visible from my angle walking down the road. Yet here I was, having found it.

Was it just coincidence? Something caught my attention by chance, I happened to investigate, a can happened to be there, and I happened to find it.

Not impossible, but still, something felt off.

Should I not touch it? I crouched there, staring at the can hidden by the telephone pole, troubled about what to do.

"It's a pretty can though…"

It was slightly larger than a fist. The shape was typical for canned food—cylindrical. The top was silver.

An ordinary can, except for the design on its wrapper.

The background was a pale pink, with a beautiful white peach drawn on it.

Though I say white peach, part of it had a faint pink tinge, making it look like a beautiful bottom.

"Let's see… 'Happy Peach'? What a suspicious product name…"

Above the beautiful white peach, what appeared to be the brand name was written in pink letters.

Happy Peach—did that mean you'd be happy after eating it? Or that eating it would make you feel happy?

The latter seemed more realistic. Probably that.

But if it were neither, and instead a peach that lets you dive into a happy world after eating it, that would be bad.

"Hmm, maybe I'll just touch it a little…"

The urge to pick it up and examine it won out easily.

I picked up the canned peach and looked over the packaging while rotating it.

Suspicious—very suspicious. No manufacturer or factory location listed. No production date or expiration date either.

So it really was a dangerous peach that would send you to another dimension?

"Hm? Wait, maybe this isn't food?"

While scrutinizing the canned peach, I found some small text toward the bottom of the packaging.

"This product is not edible," it said.

Oh, so it's not some trip-inducing peach made from suspicious ingredients. I worried for nothing.

"I wonder what's inside? Is it a toy? It's so pretty, I want to open it… But it's probably lost property, huh."

Still holding the canned peach, I stood up and, putting off going home, headed for the police box.

If it had been a trip-peach, I wouldn't have wanted to get involved, but an ordinary can should be fine.

Besides, the can wasn't dirty at all—it was brand new. I didn't know if the owner had forgotten it or dropped it, but they might be upset about losing it.

So I'd turn it in to the police box. Take found items to the police box—that's what my homeroom teacher Saeki-sensei always said.

 

 

One day, a police officer came to our house.

"Um, is Natsufuyu Akiharu-kun home?"

I was playing games in the living room when I heard that.

What business did a police officer have with me? Had they found out about the leftover school lunch I hid in my desk? Or maybe that when Kaori-chan went up the stairs, her skirt was so short that if I crouched down I might see her underwear, and my heart had been pounding?

This is bad. What do I do? If I get taken to the station, my consecutive attendance record will be ruined. If that happens, I'll have to dissolve the Consecutive Attendance Brothers that Tamotsu-kun and I formed.

Even if the Earth were to end tomorrow, we vowed to go to school together.

"Akiharu, the officer wants to talk to you. Come to the entrance for a moment."

The living room door opened and Mom poked her head in, smiling and beckoning to me.

Tamotsu-kun, I'm sorry. I might get taken away by the police. Even if the Earth ends tomorrow, I planned to go to school with you, but I'm no match for state power.

I nervously went to the entrance. A uniformed police officer stood at attention. Noticing me, he quickly raised his right hand in a salute.

"Natsufuyu Akiharu-kun. Three months have passed since you turned in that can, and the owner remains unidentified. I came to inform you of that."

Still saluting with a bright smile, the officer held out a plastic bag with his left hand.

"You turned in lost property to the police box. I'd like you to keep that pure heart. So I too am following the law by coming to deliver this to you."

I nervously approached and took the bag. Inside was the canned peach I'd found before.

Oh, this. Come to think of it, I did turn it in to a police box. I'd completely forgotten about it.

"Thank you for taking the trouble."

Mom, standing next to me, smiled and bowed to the officer. I bowed too.

"Not at all. These days, fewer children turn in lost items. There used to be children clutching a hundred-yen coin who'd say 'Officer, I found some money' and turn it in. I believe we must cherish such pure and beautiful hearts."

Lowering his saluting right hand, the officer ruffled my hair while happily saying this.

"Oh no, he's not pure or anything like that. Rather than pure, our boy is just simple. He's too laid-back and it's troublesome. How embarrassing."

I could tell Mom was being modest, but she was laughing while saying rather rude things. Well, my grades weren't great, I wasn't good at sports, and everyone called me slow, so she wasn't wrong.

"That's not true at all. I can tell by looking at his eyes. Akiharu-kun has very clear, pure eyes… pure…"

The officer shook his head at Mom's words and tried to argue back in a crisp tone while looking at me, but his words got stuck partway through. He seemed a bit troubled.

My eyes, huh. I'm often told I have eyes like a dead fish.

"Ph-philosophical! Eyes that look like they've reached enlightenment! Indeed a child with a promising future!"

Not just an adult for show. Philosophical, huh. As expected of a police officer—immediately finding an answer that wouldn't hurt a child's feelings while still being technically true.

But he must have panicked quite a bit, because sweat was pouring out and his smile was strained.

Upholding justice is tough work.

 

 

Since it was an unidentified can, the officer agreed to open it.

Apparently, three months after something is lost, it becomes the property of the finder. Therefore, it couldn't be opened without permission, and my approval was needed.

As for the contents—it was a beautiful toy peach.

Slightly smaller than a fist, about one size smaller than a real peach. What surprised me was how it felt.

Incredibly smooth, yet moist, and very soft. Not rubber or fabric. Whatever it was, it felt so wonderful that the more I touched it, the more I wanted to keep touching it.

After confirming the contents and judging there were no problems, the officer had me sign something acknowledging receipt, then saluted and left.

That was yesterday.

"What is this?"

Those were my first words upon waking up.

The toy peach felt so good that I'd fallen asleep while kneading it. When I woke up and was unconsciously squeezing it, something felt off, so I checked the peach. And I was shocked.

The peach had gotten bigger. Yesterday it was slightly smaller than a fist, but now it was about one size larger. That wasn't all. The peach was no longer a peach.

A slightly irregular sphere divided into two halves. A small hole in the center where the two bulges met.

No matter how you looked at it, it was a bottom.

Moreover, the texture had gotten even better. And through some mechanism, when I squeezed the bottom, the hole would twitch.

No matter how hard I looked, there was no place to insert batteries. Was it disposable, meant to stop working when the battery died? Maybe squeezing it generated electricity? Or perhaps it used some mechanism that responded to pressure and didn't need batteries at all?

"Hmm, but this is a problem…"

The improved squeezing sensation was nice, but I couldn't take this to school. It was too big, and I'd be labeled a pervert who loves bottoms.

"But man, this texture is addictive. I'm already… a slave to this peach—no, this peachy bottom."

The former-peach-now-bottom had grown larger and felt incredibly satisfying. I kneaded it with both hands, troubled about what to do.

If I hid it and brought it along, it would probably be confiscated if discovered.

More importantly, if it were found, I'd definitely be labeled a pervert.

But losing this sensation was unthinkable. Besides, the hole that twitched when I squeezed the bottom had started to seem cute. I really couldn't leave it at home.

"If I squeeze it down, it gets smaller, so maybe if I put it in something, it'll be fine?"

It got considerably smaller when gripped tightly, so cramming it into a small container would make it less noticeable. That would reduce the chances of discovery.

"Let's see, what should I put it in to take it…"

Even if I made it smaller, it had to be something that wouldn't look unnatural at school.

After thinking about various things, I decided to try cramming it into my pencil case. The result—it went in surprisingly easily.

A pencil case wouldn't look strange in my desk, and I could take it out during class to squeeze.

It might get a little dirty, but that was worth it to avoid confiscation and being labeled a pervert.

 

 

Arriving at school and sitting at my seat, I immediately took the peachy bottom out of the pencil case I'd stored in my desk and, keeping my hand inside the desk, began squeezing it.

Ahh, happiness. Just squeezing the peachy bottom made me content. The name Happy Peach wasn't just for show.

 

 

Three weeks had passed since then, and something strange had started happening.

When squeezing the peachy bottom, along with feeling happy, my thoughts became remarkably clear.

Despite being intensely focused on squeezing the peachy bottom, my concentration in class actually improved rather than suffered. A mysterious phenomenon.

I used to get nervous when teachers called on me and couldn't answer well, but knowing the peachy bottom was nearby calmed me down and let me answer properly.

Even in PE, which I'd been bad at, my fear of failing in front of everyone lessened, and I started doing better.

In other words, all my grades started improving across the board.

Also, Mom had become strangely kind to me.

This Happy Peach might really be a miracle peach that brings happiness. Though it's not a peach anymore, but a bottom.

 

 

The change came suddenly. While squeezing the peachy bottom during class as usual, the sensation shifted. Or rather, the peachy bottom moved.

Startled, I pulled my hand out of the desk and checked the peachy bottom I'd been squeezing. It was definitely moving.

The bottom was trembling, and the hole was twitching more intensely than ever.

I almost cried out, but I shoved my hand back into the desk to hide the peachy bottom and desperately held back my voice.

But because of the sudden movement, my knee hit the underside of the desk with a loud bang.

"Natsufuyu, your grades may have improved, but dozing off during class isn't good."

The teacher noticed the sound and said that. The whole class snickered.

They'd mistaken me for nodding off. I stood up and apologized to the teacher, then sat back down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just to be safe, I didn't squeeze the peachy bottom for the rest of the day and decided to observe it carefully after getting home.

 

 

As soon as school ended, I rushed home and shut myself in my room under the pretense of studying.

"What is this…"

I hadn't noticed because I wasn't looking while squeezing it, but letters had appeared on the peachy bottom.

Kurihara Kozue. It was clearly written in black on the top of the bottom.

I didn't write that. So did someone else? I left the peachy bottom in my desk during PE or when changing classrooms, but there was no PE today and we didn't switch rooms. The peachy bottom had been with me the whole time.

Besides, if someone had found the peachy bottom, it would have caused a commotion. They'd mock me for bringing a bottom toy to school.

But there was no sign of that at all—everyone was acting normal.

So it appeared on its own? That was hard to believe too. Even if some mechanism made letters appear when squeezed, having "Kurihara Kozue" show up would be bizarre. Because I knew Kurihara Kozue.

A girl in my class, said to be the cutest in our grade. Her father is Japanese, but her mother came from another country, and Kurihara-san takes after her mother.

She's a striking girl with somewhat dark golden hair and blue eyes. Her chest is also the biggest in the grade.

Even if there were some mechanism for letters to appear, the probability of my classmate's name showing up was nearly zero.

So someone must have written it. But it didn't come off when I rubbed it, and rather than "written," it seemed more accurate to say it had "risen to the surface."

If it did appear on its own, I could think of one reason.

When the peachy bottom's texture changed during class, I'd been thinking about Kurihara-san.

I was thinking how cute she was, how I wanted to squeeze those big breasts.

Had my feelings somehow been reflected onto the peachy bottom? It seemed impossible, but this was a mysterious bottom. Maybe anything could happen.

"Also, the texture has gotten a bit worse…"

The smoothness and moistness were the same, but the color seemed paler than before. It also felt slightly firmer.

Would it go back if I kept squeezing patiently? It would be too sad to lose that sensation.

Now more than ever, I couldn't let it be discovered. It was already a bottom, but having Kurihara-san's name on it would make it seem like I was fantasizing about her while squeezing.

I'd be upgraded from just a pervert who loves bottoms to a pervert who fantasizes about the grade's number-one beauty's bottom.

Leaving it in my room would avoid the risk, but school life without the peachy bottom was unbearable. No matter what, I wanted to bring it to school and squeeze it. Even if it meant taking on risk, I wanted to bring it and squeeze it.

Then I just had to be careful not to get caught. Yeah.

 

 

Two hours passed while observing the peachy bottom. Beyond the paler color, increased firmness, and the name appearing, I discovered several other changes.

First, when squeezed, the bottom trembled. It looked like it was disliking being squeezed.

Second, the hole's movements became more intense. When I squeezed the bottom, it would twitch, and when I directly touched the hole, it would clench shut.

Third, the hole had gotten deeper. Before, it was just for show—when I poked it with a pen tip, it hit the end right away. Now, the pen tip sank in deeply.

However, when I tried to force things in, the peachy bottom trembled. I felt sorry for it. It seemed to be in pain.

But sticking something into the hole tickled my curiosity and made my heart race. So even though I felt bad for the peachy bottom, I decided to try gradually getting it used to it.

 

 

One month had passed since the peachy bottom changed.

The peachy bottom had felt firm right after the change, but after diligent squeezing, it had softened again. Still not as soft as before, though.

Also, I'd continued training by putting the pen in the hole. At first only the pen tip would fit, but now something about the size of a finger could go in.

It felt amazing. When I put my finger in, I was shocked by how good it felt. Soft and sticky, clinging to my finger. Every time the peachy bottom trembled, the hole clenched tight, and that felt great too.

The hole was also quite deep. Even when I put my index finger in all the way to the base, there still seemed to be room.

When I tried pushing a pen all the way in, the entire pen disappeared inside.

When I measured, I found the hole was over twelve centimeters deep.

The depth of the hole being longer than the diameter of the peachy bottom was a contradiction. Definitely strange, but since it was the peachy bottom, I decided to just accept it.

Because thinking about it probably wouldn't give me an answer anyway.

As for the peachy bottom, at first it seemed to dislike having things put in its hole, but recently it seemed happy about it.

Of course, since the peachy bottom couldn't talk, I had no way of knowing what it was thinking. But when I squeezed it, sometimes the hole would open and close repeatedly. Putting my finger in at those times seemed to please it.

I became absorbed in squeezing the peachy bottom and putting my finger in the hole.

 

 

Two more months passed, and my grades rose to the top of the grade. Thanks to that, Tamotsu-kun said, "You're not my friend anymore!"

I had some friends, but Tamotsu-kun was the only one I could call a best friend.

I had to prevent the dissolution of the Consecutive Attendance Brothers at all costs.

Also, another new change appeared in the peachy bottom. A strange liquid started coming out of the hole.

It was clear but sticky, and when I smelled it, there was no odor.

I was surprised at first, but since it made putting my finger in and out easier, it was essentially another version upgrade.

Also, the hole had become flexible. Before, one finger was the limit, but now three fingers could go in at once.

Along with the hole becoming more flexible, the effect of the viscous liquid seemed significant.

And this was the biggest change—more letter-like things had appeared.

Kurihara-san's name was still there, and now something different had appeared on the buttock.

I say "something different" because I couldn't quite recognize it as a letter.

What appeared was a single line. It could be seen as the kanji "一" (one) or the minus sign.

Since I'd already been shocked when Kurihara-san's name appeared, I wasn't as surprised this time. But the peachy bottom's state when it appeared was different from usual.

I was putting three fingers in as usual, enjoying the slick, tight sensation of the hole, when the peachy bottom trembled more violently than I'd ever seen. I panicked. The hole clenched incredibly hard too.

The moment the strength drained from the hole, the "一" that might be either a character or a symbol appeared on the right buttock.

Having witnessed the moment it appeared, I became certain that Kurihara-san's name had also appeared on its own.

The changes continued.

While playing with the hole by putting my finger in, the peachy bottom convulsed violently, then went limp. And another line appeared.

Below the "一" that had appeared before, a vertical line appeared this time. It looked like the letter "T."

Since continuing seemed like it would form proper characters, I worked hard to make the peachy bottom convulse.

At first the peachy bottom didn't convulse easily, but gradually it started convulsing more readily. The characters increased along with it.

Since the first character was "T," I thought it would be an English word, but my prediction was wrong.

What increased was always a single line. And what was completed was the kanji "正" (correct/five). Then I thought adding more lines would complete a kanji starting with "正," but that prediction was spectacularly wrong too.

What appeared after "正" was "一" directly below it. When I added more, a second "正" formed below the first "正."

I thought maybe it was a word with two "正" characters, but no matter how many I added, only "正" kept forming. Eventually five "正" lined up vertically, and the sixth appeared to the left of the first. From there, more "正" continued downward.

No matter how far I went, only "正" kept forming. Then I realized. This wasn't characters—it was counting.

In other words, it was counting how many times the peachy bottom violently convulsed. So when one "正" was complete, it meant five convulsions.

Knowing this gave birth to new curiosity. If I kept making more "正," maybe a big change would eventually happen.

 

 

Two months had passed since "正" started appearing on the peachy bottom.

Having gotten the hang of making the peachy bottom convulse, I worked its hole whether awake or asleep. It was amazing that my grades didn't drop despite this.

At one point, the peachy bottom's buttocks became covered in "正" characters. I say "at one point" because all those "正" suddenly vanished at once. In their place appeared the character "百" (hundred).

Apparently when twenty "正" accumulated, they merged into "百."

I'd gotten excited thinking there would be some big change, but after that it was the same as before. "正" just started appearing below the "百" again.

To be honest, I was disappointed. But the pleasure from the hole seemed to have increased dramatically.

Even more of the mysterious viscous liquid came out, and the hole's flexibility had greatly improved. The inside undulated, and it clenched so hard it felt like it might tear my finger off.

Naturally, new curiosity arose. With increased flexibility, more of the mysterious viscous liquid, undulating insides, and improved tightness—it was perfectly normal for a boy to want to put something other than fingers in.

The problem was whether the inside of the hole would get dirty. But since I could wash it if I wanted to, I quickly concluded it would be fine.

The result—incredible. Even if I died, I could never let go of the peachy bottom now.

 

 

Once I started putting my thing-that-starts-with-'d'-and-ends-with-'k' into the peachy bottom, I made yet another discovery.

At first I finished outside so it wouldn't get dirty, but that became tedious. Plus, I wanted to bask in the afterglow.

I told myself it would be fine if I washed it, and decided to finish inside.

The pleasure was beyond words.

When I finished inside, the peachy bottom clenched tight too, as if it felt good. And it convulsed. Of course, more "正" appeared.

It completely became a habit, and I'd finish multiple times in a row after the first.

I need to clean it after using it—when I tried to wash it thinking that, I noticed something.

It wasn't dirty. The liquid I was sure I'd released inside was gone.

I put my finger in and spread the hole open, but I could only see the somewhat grotesque reddish flesh inside—nothing else.

No matter how many times I finished inside, it was the same.

A peachy bottom that didn't get dirty no matter how much I used it. How excellent. Since I started finishing inside, my thoughts became even clearer. My worldly desires temporarily vanished, and my studies progressed remarkably well.

Thanks to that, I became the top of my grade. PE didn't improve as dramatically, but it was still incomparably better than before.

And the "正" characters on the peachy bottom's buttocks increased even more rapidly than before.

Currently, the "百" had increased to four.

There was one thing that bothered me.

Around the time the "正" started increasing rapidly, Kurihara-san started missing school frequently.

Kurihara-san had big breasts but a slender body and a quiet personality. But she'd rarely missed school before.

There were more concerning things about Kurihara-san.

She'd started frequently going to the bathroom or the nurse's office during class. And that always happened when I was playing with the peachy bottom.

When Kurihara-san collapsed during a school assembly, I'd been fondling the peachy bottom in my pocket.

And I noticed a pattern in when Kurihara-san showed changes.

When the "正" count increased on the peachy bottom, Kurihara-san would go to the bathroom, go to the nurse's office, or collapse.

I found a pattern in her absences too.

Because the peachy bottom felt so good, when I went home and finished inside it many times, the next day Kurihara-san would usually be absent.

So a question arose. And I formed a hypothesis.

Kurihara-san's name appearing on the peachy bottom. Kurihara-san's behavior coinciding with the peachy bottom's responses.

Could the peachy bottom and Kurihara-san be connected? In other words, could the peachy bottom and Kurihara-san be sharing sensations?

Proving it would be difficult. I'd never once spoken to Kurihara-san. More than that, she barely talked to boys.

Kurihara-san herself had a gentle personality, so she'd probably respond to anyone who talked to her. But the girls always around her claimed that boys targeting Kurihara-san were dangerous and wouldn't let them get close.

Yet those same girls who stuck to Kurihara-san were dating boys themselves.

If you think it's dangerous, shouldn't you not date either?

I don't understand what girls are thinking.

 

 

When the "百" reached six, I decided to take action.

I really wanted to prove the connection between the peachy bottom and Kurihara-san. It bothered me so much that my grades actually dropped a little. Mom nagged me about it.

My grades weren't that great originally, so she didn't need to get so angry over a small drop.

"In the future you'll be a doctor or lawyer," Mom said excitedly. I wanted a job digging holes. I was good at probing the peachy bottom's hole.

Anyway, since Kurihara-san had been missing school more often than before, I decided to pay her a get-well visit.

I'd never talked to her so I was nervous, and I might be turned away at the door. But without taking action, the mystery of the peachy bottom would never be solved.

I mustered my courage and decided to make the visit.

 

 

Classes ended and it was after school. Kurihara-san was absent again today due to poor health. So today, I'd carry out my visit to Kurihara-san.

I ran home and broke the seal on the savings I'd been accumulating for a long time.

For a get-well visit, you need to bring a gift. Kurihara-san's family was supposedly rich, so I had to buy flowers and strawberries.

I scraped together the coins from my savings, forced about 3,000 yen worth of change into my wallet, and left the house.

First I headed to a strawberry shop. But no matter how hard I looked, I could only find a rice cracker shop.

I reluctantly headed to the supermarket.

I'd wanted the best strawberries from a strawberry specialty store. Unfortunate.

I bought two packs of strawberries at the supermarket and had them wrapped for a get-well gift.

Next I headed to a chrysanthemum shop. Because I like chrysanthemums. If possible, I wanted a potted one. But unfortunately, there was no chrysanthemum specialty store.

I reluctantly headed to a flower shop.

"A present for your mother?"

When I arrived at the flower shop, a friendly onee-san spoke to me.

"No, a get-well visit."

I shook my head and answered.

"A get-well visit? What kind of flowers are you looking for?"

She was a bit noisy, talking to me without being asked.

"Chrysanthemums. Potted would be ideal."

But she was a specialist, so I figured I should mention it.

"Hm?"

The onee-san tilted her head while still smiling. What? Did I annoy her or something?

"A get-well visit… right?"

"That's right."

"Um… if so, I think chrysanthemums might not be the best choice. And especially not potted…"

The onee-san gave me a wry smile while shooting me down. Just because she was a specialist didn't mean she should get full of herself.

"Why not? Is onee-san a terrible person who enjoys making me miserable?"

"N-no! That's not it! Um, chrysanthemums, you see, they're used at funerals, so they're not suitable for get-well visits! I'm definitely not trying to make you miserable!"

The flustered onee-san dropped her polite speech and explained in casual language. She really was getting full of herself. Completely looking down on me.

"And potted plants, you know, have roots, right? The roots growing and taking hold has a meaning—it implies the illness will last longer. So they're not suitable for get-well visits. It might seem like you want the sickness to drag on."

The onee-san continued explaining. Want the sickness to drag on? I wasn't thinking that. I didn't really care what happened to Kurihara-san. I just thought a potted chrysanthemum would be nice since it would last longer.

Getting annoyed, I looked away and decided to search for a potted chrysanthemum myself. But then the peachy bottom in my pocket shuddered.

When I put my hand in my pocket to check, the inside was covered in sticky liquid.

Lately it had been releasing the viscous liquid and adding to the "正" count on its own, but it had never gotten this soaked without me doing anything.

I wanted to check what was happening with the peachy bottom immediately, but with the onee-san right there, it was hard to look.

Looking more closely, this onee-san was quite pretty. And her chest was even bigger than Kurihara-san's.

While rummaging in my pocket, something small touched my hand.

What? I'd only put the peachy bottom in my right pocket.

I turned my back to the onee-san on the spot and took out my right hand.

"Oh? Huh? Did I make you angry? Are you angry? Onee-san didn't mean any harm by what she said, you know? I'll give you a discount, so won't you feel better?"

The onee-san was saying something, but I ignored her and checked my right hand.

"Ooh!"

"Huh, what is it? Did something fun happen? Tell onee-san too! Onee-san feels sad being ignored!"

This onee-san was noisy. Don't bother me just because you're bored.

My right hand was covered in sticky viscous liquid. In my palm was a peachy bottom. But this peachy bottom wasn't the one I knew.

A very small peachy bottom. Like a baby.

Hm? Baby? Could it be that the peachy bottom gave birth?

When I brought my palm closer to observe it, small letters had appeared on the baby peachy bottom.

Kurahashi Youko. That's what it seemed to say.

I put my hand back in my pocket and turned around. The onee-san, hands on her knees, was bent down and looking at me with a forced smile.

When I lowered my gaze, I could see her large chest. On the left side, a nameplate was attached to her navy-blue apron.

Kurahashi, it said.

Seeing that, I was convinced. The peachy bottom really did respond to my feelings somehow.

The first peachy bottom showed Kurihara-san's name when I was thinking about her. And the baby peachy bottom was born when I was thinking about this onee-san. Plus it had the onee-san's name on it.

I tried fondling the baby peachy bottom in my pocket as an experiment.

"Hm?"

The onee-san who had tilted her head straightened up and touched her bottom.

"Is something wrong?"

I asked the onee-san innocently while continuing to fondle the baby peachy bottom.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. Nothing at all, really."

The onee-san, who had been touching her bottom with a puzzled expression, waved both hands with a forced smile at my question.

She was clearly sensing something strange. Moreover, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

No doubt about it. The peachy bottom was connected to the person whose name appeared on it. In other words, the parent peachy bottom was connected to Kurihara-san, and the baby peachy bottom was connected to this onee-san.

Before even visiting Kurihara-san's house, the mystery had been solved. But now I wanted to observe the reaction when I fondled the peachy bottom.

The baby peachy bottom was no good—it was too small to do anything with. I'd have to use the parent peachy bottom. And since I'd used the parent one extensively, I could do anything with it.

I should visit Kurihara-san's house after all. If I went for a get-well visit, there was a good chance we'd be alone together—a perfect opportunity to observe her reactions. That seemed like the best plan.

With that decided, I had to get to Kurihara-san's house even one second sooner. This wasn't the time to play around with a bored onee-san.

"I'll leave the flowers to you, onee-san. My budget is about 1,500 yen."

"Oh, you'll leave it to me? Thank you! Onee-san will do her best!"

The strangely happy onee-san said that and patted my head, then began examining the cut flowers in the store.

Patting my head—she was completely looking down on me. She probably didn't know that Tamotsu-kun and I held the consecutive attendance record, so she could act like that.

 

 

I received an ordinary bouquet from the onee-san, paid 1,500 yen, and left the flower shop.

The onee-san said, "I gave you extra service, so can't you be a little happier?" with a strained smile. But since I wasn't that interested in flowers, being told I got good service didn't do much for me.

Besides, what I'd wanted was a potted chrysanthemum.

Carrying the ordinary bouquet and ordinary strawberries, I walked and walked until I arrived at Kurihara-san's house.

"What a huge house…"

I wandered in front of the gate, looking at the large house and sighing.

I couldn't be wrong. I'd gotten the address from my homeroom teacher Saeki-sensei, and the nameplate on the gate pillar said Kurihara.

I checked the nameplates of nearby houses just in case, but there was only one Kurihara. Probably not mistaken.

Paying a get-well visit to a girl I'd never even spoken to. The unnaturalness of it squeezed my already nervous heart.

"Oh, a butterfly! A black butterfly is rare! Wait, wait!"

I was nervous.

"Oh, an anthill! I should have brought cookies… too bad."

I was nervous.

"The weather's nice today. Oh, that cloud looks like cotton candy. Looks delicious… I want to eat it."

I was nervous.

"Um… are you perhaps a friend of Kozue's?"

While I was looking up at the sky, a voice suddenly came from behind me.

When I turned around, a golden-haired woman was watching me from behind the glossy black gate pillar.

Golden hair with blue eyes. And large breasts. Judging by those breasts, Kurihara-san's older sister?

"Ah, no, I'm not close enough to be called a friend, but I'm in the same class as Kozue-san. My name is Natsufuyu Akiharu. I came to pay Kozue-san a get-well visit. I'm sorry for intruding despite not being close. Very sorry about this."

I was so nervous I couldn't speak properly.

"Oh my, oh my my, oh my my my my, well well well well well!"

The onee-san, who had been looking at me dubiously, broke into a huge smile at my words. She opened the iron gate between the pillars and came running over.

Her breasts were bouncing wildly. Amazing.

"A friend of Kozue's!? This is the first time a friend has visited! Come in! Please, come inside!"

The onee-san grabbed my hand with surprising force and dragged me inside.

This onee-san was a bit different from Kurihara-san. While Kurihara-san's blonde was dark, this onee-san's blonde shone brilliantly.

Kurihara-san looked somewhat Japanese, while this onee-san looked like a foreigner you'd see on TV.

They said Kurihara-san took after her mother, but maybe this onee-san resembled their mother even more.

She dragged me to what seemed to be the living room. Quite an aggressive sister. Was this what they called being Americanized?

Though I didn't know which country Kurihara-san's mother was from.

"Wait here for a moment! I'll prepare some tea now! Ufufu!"

The onee-san sat me down on the sofa, covered her mouth as she laughed, and hurried out of the living room.

The onee-san was beautiful. Kurihara-san was also an incredible beauty, mature for her age with large breasts. But compared to this onee-san, she was still a child.

How nice, I wished I had an onee-san with such big breasts too.

While I was thinking that, the peachy bottom in my pocket shuddered.

My pocket was sticky as usual, and besides the parent peachy bottom, it contained two small things.

When I pulled out my hand, there were two baby peachy bottoms on my viscous-liquid-covered palm.

One was the baby peachy bottom with the flower shop onee-san's name. The other was probably just born.

"Kurihara Solange… Oh, wow!"

Since the family name was Kurihara, it was probably the onee-san's name. What surprised me was the given name.

The name was in katakana. It was clearly a foreign name, but since it was in katakana, it must have been converted because I couldn't read foreign languages.

"Thank you, peachy bottom. You thought I couldn't read the foreign language, so you deliberately displayed it in katakana…"

I said that and stroked the small baby peachy bottom with my finger.

"Hyau!?"

Just then, I heard what sounded like the onee-san's shriek from far away. So this baby peachy bottom was connected to Solange-san, Kurihara-san's onee-san.

 

 

I was staring blankly into space.

"Hm? What's wrong? Did I say something strange?"

Solange-san, sitting on the sofa across from me, was looking at me anxiously.

Something strange? She had said something strange. So strange that I instinctively escaped from reality.

The person sitting across from me, whom I thought was Kurihara-san's older sister, wasn't her sister—she was her mother.

You're kidding, right? She's completely different from my mom. What do you have to do to become a mother like this?

"I-I'm sorry? It's the first time a friend of Kozue's has visited, and I got a little carried away. I guess talking with an old lady isn't fun, is it?"

Solange-san looked dejected. Even if it wasn't fun talking to her, who was this old lady? Who was she talking about?

Solange-san forced a smile and stood up.

"Kozue is upstairs. You'd rather talk with friends, right?"

Kurihara-san and I weren't friends at all, though. Thinking that, I followed Solange-san, who said she'd show me to Kurihara-san's room.

Solange-san seemed fragile in various ways. Mainly, she seemed mentally delicate. Kurihara-san was quiet too—did both her personality and appearance take after her mother?

"This is Kozue's room."

After climbing the stairs to the second floor and walking down the hallway, Solange-san stopped in front of a door, turned back, and said that to me.

"Kozue, a friend came to visit. I'm coming in."

Solange-san knocked on the door and spoke to whoever was inside, then opened it.

Was Solange-san really a foreigner? Her Japanese was too good. There was absolutely no inconsistency in her intonation, which created a strange incongruity with her appearance.

Kurihara-san, even with her blonde hair and blue eyes, had dark blonde hair and a somewhat Japanese atmosphere, so her fluent Japanese didn't feel as incongruous.

Besides, Kurihara-san was apparently born in Japan.

When I came back to my senses, Solange-san was entering the room. I hurried to follow.

The room was very spacious and neatly organized. It also smelled very nice.

The curtains, wallpaper, desk, and table—everything was feminine, but with calm colors and atmosphere.

Come to think of it, this was my first time in a girl's room. So this was what a girl's room was like. It had a rich-person feel that was kind of annoying.

"Kozue, are you awake? A friend came to visit."

Solange-san approached the large bed against the wall, knelt beside it, and spoke to the person lying there.

Of course, since this was Kurihara-san's room, the person in the bed would be Kurihara-san.

What an impressive bed. If I put one like that in my room, it alone would fill the entire space.

Was such a big bed even necessary to begin with? I couldn't find any meaning in it. I thought she should live more practically.

"A friend? Who?"

Kurihara-san, who had been lying in bed, sat up and spoke to Solange-san, then looked at me standing behind her.

"Natsufuyu-kun? Why?"

Her blue eyes went wide. She seemed considerably surprised.

"Kozue, he brought you flowers and strawberries. Look, the flowers are beautiful, and there are so many strawberries. You need to thank him properly."

"Wow, such pretty flowers. The strawberries look delicious too."

Solange-san showed Kurihara-san the flowers and strawberries I'd brought. Seeing them, Kurihara-san beamed, her blue eyes sparkling.

She didn't understand. She didn't understand anything. Those strawberries weren't from a strawberry shop. I'd bought them at the supermarket. Compared to strawberries from a proper strawberry shop, these were incredible just for being strawberry-shaped.

The flowers were also a compromise. I'd really wanted potted chrysanthemums. This was entirely that bored onee-san's fault. I'd compromised because I wanted to get to Kurihara-san's house even one second sooner, but now I felt nothing but regret.

I'd ended up with unsatisfactory get-well gifts.

"Thank you, Natsufuyu-kun. All this—did you use up all your allowance?"

Receiving the bouquet from Solange-san, Kurihara-san said that while gently hugging it.

Was she trying to say I was poor? Sure, my allowance was only 500 yen a month, and I'd already used it all, so I had to dip into my savings, but wasn't that kind of rude to say?

"It smells wonderful. Mom, I want to display these flowers in my room."

"Okay, okay. I'll put them in a vase and display them later."

While I stood there feeling uncomfortable, Solange-san and Kurihara-san exchanged pleasant conversation.

Well, whatever. Kurihara-san wasn't even my friend. The reason I came today was to confirm the connection between the peachy bottom and the person whose name appeared on it, and to observe reactions.

"Well then, I'll go prepare the tea, so please don't mind me while you're waiting."

"It's fine. Geez, Mom, you worry too much."

"But this is the first time a friend has come over, so I just…"

"S-stop it, don't say things like that. It's embarrassing…"

The two exchanged whispered conversations, then glanced at me and gave forced smiles. Somewhat creepy.

Despite Solange-san saying "first friend to visit" multiple times, I didn't quite understand.

Because Kurihara-san was popular and seemed to have lots of friends.

"Well then, Natsufuyu-kun, please take care of Kozue."

"G-geez, Mom, stop it! It's so embarrassing!"

Solange-san stood and came over to me, gently touching my shoulder and smiling warmly. Kurihara-san's face turned bright red as she raised her voice.

What noisy people.

"Yes, yes, the mother who says too much will promptly leave."

And with that, Solange-san left the room.

Various things had happened, but as planned, I was now alone with Kurihara-san. Honestly though, my interest had shifted toward Solange-san.

Solange-san was beautiful. Her breasts were bigger than Kurihara-san's, and she was more alluring.

But the peachy bottom with Solange-san's name was still just a baby and could only be stroked.

Since there was no other choice, should I proceed with the experiment on Kurihara-san as originally planned?

I put my hand in my pocket and gripped the large peachy bottom, then approached the bed where Kurihara-san lay.

Now then, what kind of reaction would Kurihara-san show? Time to begin the experiment.