Bigger Boobs?

No. Absolutely not. That must never happen to me.

I admire boobs from afar like moonlight on a lake, but I never wished to own that… gear.

Imagine it: walking the street with oversized ballast that doesn’t fit this body, like dragging twin anchors. My male soul would gag before my feet move.

And with men’s eyes sticking like flies? Just the thought makes my skin crawl.

But I already drank it…

The fact I’ll have big meatballs is set in stone, like ink dried on a decree.

From now on I’ll be reduced to a target for lolis to rub against, a scratching post in a candy shop. I won’t get to rub Alicia anymore.

Truth is, I was born from liking Alicia, spinning out from that star like a comet. Confused? Me too.

A life where I can’t nuzzle Alicia? No thanks. My heart turns pitch by the drop.

A world without rubbing Alicia—does it even deserve to exist?

World where I can’t lean on Alicia (X)

World where I can lean on Alicia (√)

Darkening 93.1%

“Ah—of course. It’s just gossip those little girl sprites toss around. No way something that strong exists in this world~”

Amelia let that line fall ten seconds late, like a pebble dropped after the splash.

Ling — Darkening 0%↓, CPU won’t reboot…

Elfe — crestfallen, tears glittering like dew.

“All right, Amelia, stop teasing these two,” Alicia said, her little vinegar jar sloshing in her chest without her noticing.

“Honestly, Amelia, how old a spirit are you now? And you still bully kids?”

“Oh my, oh my? Alicia, are you jealous?”

“Scram!”

After a run of nonsense like wind rustling through bamboo, Amelia called for the maids. Two stools arrived, and she sat on our side of the table.

I edged over to make room. Alicia wouldn’t budge from my side, though. Her soft curves pressed my arm like warm peaches. I blushed, but I didn’t push her away.

“Here. Open up—ahh.”

Alicia couldn’t hold back. She fed me like a mother bird. I didn’t refuse. I opened my little mouth and let the morsel in.

Gulp. Swallowed. “So, sis, how did your talks go?”

“Well… the ministers around Amelia are surprisingly cute. Each one looked more nervous at me than at their Queen, like rabbits before thunder. One even sweated a whole basin~”

Amelia paused mid-bite. Her brows knit, a storm cloud snagged on a mountain.

“That’s because you showed off that battle aura like a blade drawn. They’re ministers, not fighters; few can even swing. Plus you always wear a demon mask. They’re scared you’ll ‘accidentally’ break them like clay dolls, so they don’t dare chirp.”

“Huh? You calling me a demon?”

“Hmph! If the boot fits.”

Out of nowhere, the two started sparring again, like sparrows suddenly pecking. Weren’t they chummy a moment ago?

Curiosity pricked me. What did they discuss in that meeting to twist their rhythm like this?

But first, peace. Always peace.

“Okay, okay… don’t fight. People are already staring at us like moths to a lantern!”

“You say I’m a demon? Watch a demon do this!”

Alicia’s hand swept me up, my small frame light as a kitten. Before I could blink, her lips landed on mine, soft as rain.

I was… force-kissed?!

Her lips are so soft… like petals after dawn.

But Alicia didn’t press further. She stopped at lip-on-lip, as if that alone proved the point.

Honestly, this lip touch felt less like passion and more like a greeting—clean as spring water.

If I spell it out, it was closer to a Western cheek kiss between old friends, a hug preserved by time.

Sure, she chose the wrong location, but to me it was just a family-warm hello with no other colors mixed in.

Thinking that, a little loss fluttered in my chest like a moth. I kept it caged.

After all, Alicia only wanted to show “I’m dominant,” not “I’m a raging fiend.” Any other reading was a certain small person’s wishful ink.

One second… two… three… forty-eight…

Finally, our lips parted.

Alicia was fine. As the one steering, she held the current and never looked messy.

I was not fine. Weren’t we past needing oxygen? Yet those forty-eight seconds left my head swimming like a fish in low tide. Now I was gulping air like a bellows. Weird. So weird!

“What… what… what are you two doing?! That’s not for kids!”

Pure little Elfe sprang out, waving the green flag of all-ages like a school monitor. But I know her better than anyone: at first meet, she tried to steal Alicia. So I took it as a jealous flare, sharp as a cat’s hiss.

I wrapped Alicia’s arm and held tight, pressing my own Siberian Plain against her like frost to a branch. The intent was clear as a boundary stone.

Not satisfied, I stuck out my tiny tongue, a dart of mockery sent Elfe’s way.

And Elfe? What could she do? Alicia didn’t even glance at her. She’d already lost, utterly and completely, like a card player out of aces. She folded into Amelia’s arms and licked her wounds alone. Poor thing.