I’d hoped today’s date would boost my affection points, but it seemed to have failed.

Even if I told her a pervert was targeting her, it’d only breed disgust—who’d randomly point at someone and scream “train molester”?

“Hey! Talk!”

She’d dropped all honorifics for me, yet I had no words to reply.

Seeing my silent “admission,” Yao Star-Yan stomped my foot repeatedly, her face flushed crimson. This revenge felt like a grade-school brawl.

Still, it hurt.

I wanted to dodge, but the cramped space trapped me.

If I got off here, she’d probably beat me senseless, I thought bitterly.

Luckily, Lady Luck finally glanced my way. At our former spot, a slender woman with a lovely back suddenly shrieked:

“What are you groping?!”

“Ah, no, this—”

The creepy uncle behind us stood exposed, his wrist caught by her grip. He’d clearly targeted her this time.

Honestly, from behind, she seemed stunning—but her face made me pity that uncle.

Horrifying.

If I could, I’d snap her photo and paste it on my door to ward off evil spirits.

Though he sputtered excuses, caught red-handed, the crowd parted as she dragged him away.

Cops likely waited at the next stop.

Poor guy—ended up losing more than he gained.

Watching this, Yao Star-Yan understood my actions. She stopped stomping, head lowered, ears burning red, silent.

Even I felt this scene was off.

Why did I care so much about her being harassed? Beyond the “revenge” plan, we had zero connection.

Speaking of caring—if I focused on Yao Star-Yan’s chest now, I’d grasp how soft a girl’s curves truly were.

Ignore it, and it’s nothing. But once you care, stopping’s hard.

I wanted to shift position, but fidgeting might make her suspect ulterior motives.

“…I… never expected… your heartbeat’s so fast…”

Crowded passengers pressed her ear to my chest. Normally, face-to-face, I hadn’t noticed—but now, Yao Star-Yan’s height was—

“M-mainly… nervous from your misunderstanding.”

If I blamed her chest, I knew my fate.

I had to move. Yet I could barely twitch my face.

“D-don’t misunderstand… I just thought you’d be uncomfortable…”

“Mm…”

An unexpected reply! Yao Star-Yan whispered, voice faint:

“…I know… my heart’s… racing too.”

The subway slowed, then lurched, swaying us. The crush molded against her chest.

Unlike the fleeting earlier brush, this time I fully felt it—slightly larger than imagined.

By the “reality beats illusion” rule, Willow Ran’s must be surprisingly ample too.

Maybe novelizing this wouldn’t suck—along with fresh size insights.

My writing style’s already shifting…

“We’re almost there… j-just endure a bit longer.”

Next stop.

Three, maybe four minutes away.

But I was at my limit.

Not from the crowd—from us pressed intimately close, feeling every contour.

I’d faint. My heart hammered like it’d burst.

“…U-um… Gale Splendor…”

Rarely did she say my name properly. Her gaze ignited my chest.

“I… what exactly… about me…”

Her words vanished under the station announcement.

We stood near the doors—when they opened, the exiting tide swept us out.

So packed, you could float forward feet-first.

Ever heard of a “lucky pervert”? Accidentally stumbling into envy-worthy moments, like all perks hunt you down—

Just like now.

We were face-to-face when the doors slid open. The crowd shoved Yao Star-Yan off-balance, dragging me with her.

Unlike at Sis Mengmeng’s, I’d already memorized her chest’s weight—so my “target” shifted.

My lips met soft warmth, a girl’s faint scent—I lay atop Yao Star-Yan, mouth sealed to hers.

This close, I witnessed her rapid blush technique.

Absolutely breathtaking.

Then something slammed my chest.

“Yikes—!”

Yao Star-Yan’s uppercut sent me flying like a snapped kite.

Unbelievable—she hid such power.

…

I woke to a starry sky.

After her blow, I’d blacked out. A park bench outside the station.

Yao Star-Yan’s face hovered close—dozing while giving me a lap pillow.

Strands of hair brushed my cheek; her long lashes were clear. The soft cushion under my head confirmed this wasn’t a dream.

Not ditching me made sense, but this lap pillow stunned me.

She wasn’t so “icy” after all!

Mesmerized by her sleeping cuteness, I reached out.

But then—

Yao Star-Yan’s eyes opened slowly, locking onto mine.

I awkwardly eyed my raised hand, faking a cheek scratch—it felt utterly forced.

“Ah… ah… hi…”