"How was your study today? Are you getting used to it?" Zhiye asked me with a smile as we walked towards the school gate.

Speaking of Zhiye, her chest is really big, almost exaggerated. Maybe it's genetic, inherited from her mother. I tried to imagine that scene of her and her mother standing together. It's a bit hard to look up in that situation.

"Jie...?"

"Ah... it's... it's okay..."

I scratched my cheek and looked away.

"Was your lunch delicious today?"

"Ah... yes... it was delicious. I didn't leave any leftovers."

For some reason, this blushing and heart-racing feeling couldn't be dispelled in a short time. I could only reply as if I were just making do.

"Jie, why are you looking over there... is there something there?"

Unexpectedly, Zhiye quickly noticed it.

"N-no... nothing..."

I said in a panicked tone while looking straight ahead.

"Did I say something I shouldn't have? Why aren't you looking at me, Jie?"

Zhiye's suspicion grew deeper, and I felt really uncomfortable, as if I were completely exposed.

"It's not... that's not it..."

I still didn't look at her.

"I knew it..."

She said in a disappointed tone, then lowered her head.

"No... it's not like that."

I waved my hands and hurriedly explained.

"Then why?" Zhiye looked at me with teary eyes. Her expression made me feel moved and sympathetic. When I wanted to explain, her chest came into my view almost actively.

The next second, I shifted my gaze a bit and stuttered, "That... it's nothing... just..."

"Just what?"

Zhiye stared at me intently, and I gave a suggestive glance at her chest.

"Is it about this?"

She cupped her chest and jiggled it like two big water balloons.

"Um... ah, um... well..."

I fumbled with my words. I couldn't talk about this kind of topic with a girl, and I'd probably be considered a pervert or a breast enthusiast.

"Is it bothering you, Jie? I actually don't want it to be this big. It causes me a lot of trouble. Maybe I should... have a surgery and get rid of this fat pile."

Zhiye said in a sorrowful tone.

"No, no, no..."

I quickly stopped her.

"Isn't it in the way of your vision?"

"Although it's a bit... it just catches my eye."

I spoke softly, so Zhiye only heard the first part.

"I knew it... then I'll get the surgery... cut it off."

Zhiye seemed determined.

"Don't do such a foolish thing!"

I shouted loudly, attracting quite a few people's attention. It made me incredibly embarrassed, so I instinctively lowered my head.

"Why do you want me to not do something foolish, Jie? It's just to avoid interfering and I don't want you to become distant from me, so... I have to do this."

For some reason, Zhiye decided to really do it, which made me scratch my head in distress.

"Please don't do this..."

I earnestly said to Zhiye.

"Why... no?"

"I like big breasts..."

I grabbed Zhiye's shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"Huh?"

Zhiye's body trembled slightly, looking very surprised. I took a deep breath and said loudly, trying to save the situation, "Zhiye, your big breasts are an amazing blessing, a high-level visual enjoyment. Even if I look at them every day, every year, no... for a hundred years, I will never get tired of them. They are super stimulating and hot-blooded D-cups! So... with such an unique advantage, don't do this foolish thing. You should take good care of them, cherish them, and never casually mention surgery to cut them off. They are just a pile of fat causing trouble, but they must not be..."

I said it all in one breath and I was a bit out of breath. Zhiye was stunned at first, then her cheeks blushed, her gaze shifted downward, and she said in a soft voice, "Since Jie says so... I will take good care of them. If Jie wants to see, you can at any time..."I heaved a sigh of relief, almost causing Zhiye to undergo surgery to remove the fat from her chest. If that had happened, I would have been forever guilty. I mean, I was just embarrassed to keep staring at it, and I couldn't help but be attracted to it.

"That guy is really perverted..."

"Yeah, exactly. He even claims to love big breasts... It's disgusting for sure. He must be an otaku."

"We should stay away from him and not let his otaku vibes pollute our spirits..."

Hearing the whispered comments from my classmates beside me, I could only silently shed two tears and silently argue with myself: "Things aren't what you guys think they are, and I'm not some otaku either."