The Son of a Perverted Hypnotist

Sometimes, I find myself drifting back to the days of my childhood in my dreams.

I vividly recall a day during my first year of elementary school when we had an open class session.

It was a Language Arts class, and our task for the day was to present an essay about our parents' professions.

One by one, my classmates stood up proudly, eager to talk about what their parents do for a living.

Among them were tales of a game development designer, a city-protecting police officer, and the owner of a cozy family-run cake shop.

Amidst the flurry of presentations, I also rose to my feet, ready to share my essay about my father's profession.

My dad is a perverted hypnotist.

It was an unheard-of, mysterious profession, leaving the classroom buzzing with curiosity and question marks hanging in the air.

Perverted hypnotism is a surefire technique to control and do pervy stuff towards the ladies you fancy. Living a life of pure desire and pleasure; that's my dad's mantra. Apparently, even my mom fell under his spell.

As the parents whispered amongst themselves, the homeroom teacher seemed to be in a state of panic, while my father just chuckled sheepishly, seemingly unfazed by the commotion.

Sometimes, he'll do it on request, but mostly, he reserves his hypnotic talents for the ones who catch his eye. So, you could say he's a freelance perverted hypnotist. But hey, the cool part about my dad is—

Just like that, I spoke about my father's profession—his work as a perverted hypnotist.

At that moment, I didn't fully comprehend the weight of my words. My father had appeared so proud when I interviewed him for my essay, leaving me to believe he simply held an obscure, behind-the-scenes profession.

The following day marked the beginning of my isolation. Classmates I had considered friends now avoided me, and any attempt to start a conversation was met with cold shoulders and whispers of creepy.

After an ordeal like that, even a pretty clueless kid like me started to catch on.

Being the son of a perverted hypnotist was definitely something I needed to keep under wraps.

Before I knew it, time had flown by, and I found myself entering my sophomore year of high school.

It took me some time, but I finally grasped the true significance of that essay I wrote all those years ago. And now, I understand that my father's profession as a perverted hypnotist isn't just obscure—it's downright scandalous.

Fortunately, nobody in my current life has any inkling of my connection to a perverted hypnotist.

Due to my parents' divorce, he and I had mostly severed ties, giving me the opportunity to keep it all buried deep within me.

And thanks to that, I have been able to lead a quiet, peaceful life.

Indeed, I had . . .

Until the day she stepped into my life.

Apparently, my father had passed away.

It was mid-April.

My parents' divorce reduced the man I had called my father to nothing more than a distant relative.

I learned that my uncle was making arrangements for the funeral.

Saji, will you be attending the funeral?

I thought for a bit before answering my mom's question.

I think I'll pass.

That seemed like the most rational decision, after all.

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Time passed.

It was early May, right after Golden Week had passed.

The air was filled with the essence of spring, as cherry blossom petals danced down and the trees burst into vibrant greenery.

Wasn't that seat always empty?

I heard there's a new transfer student joining us.

I caught a glimpse of a new girl in the faculty room.

Seems like an odd time for a new arrival.

Did she skip the opening ceremony?

The classroom of Class 2-1 at Funou High School was buzzing with speculation about the new transfer student.

Ignoring the chatter, I slowly made my way to my seat after the break.

Morning, Saji! It's been a while.

Just as I was getting comfortable, a loud, cheerful voice broke the silence.

I turned to see a striking figure: a muscular kid with tanned skin, a chiseled jawline, and dreadlocks. He was seated to my right in the row in front of mine.

He was known to everyone by his nickname, Taisho, after the Japanese word for general.

We called him Taisho because he had what you might call a commanding presence. His posture was always impeccable, as if a rod supported his back. His uniform fitted him like a glove, and his demeanor exuded a sense of dignity, all reminiscent of a seasoned warrior or soldier.

Taisho and I had been classmates since our first year, often finding ourselves paired together for class or gym activities.

I probably should have done this sooner, but let me introduce myself formally. I'm Saji Saji. Yeah, you heard it right – both my first and last names are Saji. It's a bit of an oddity that makes me feel like I'm being called by my first name, even when someone addresses me by my surname. Quite the quirk, huh?

Good morning, Taisho.

You seem a bit off today. Something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong. Just the usual.

I guess you're always a bit off.

He seemed to accept it without much fuss. I suppose he just saw me as the brooding type.

After a casual exchange of greetings and updates, Taisho changed the subject to something that had seemingly just popped into his mind.

By the way, Saji, have you heard the news?

The new transfer student? Yeah, the whole school seems to be talking about it.

You don’t seem to care much, especially considering that the transfer student will be sitting right next to you.

Come to think of it, there was a new desk placed next to mine, right by the window at the back.

Likely it was for the much-rumored transfer student.

It's not that big of a deal, is it?

You're frigid, dude. As per usual.

Indifferent, unenthusiastic, a typical specimen of the disenchanted generation.

I got that a lot.

But thanks to that, I managed to keep my identity as a perverted hypnotist's son under wraps without anyone digging into my life. It was a survival strategy of mine.

Actually, that's not what I wanted to discuss.

It seemed like he had something else in mind.

Then what’s up?

Have you heard about the 'perverted hypnotist'?

A chill ran down my spine, and my heart pounded.

Nope, never.

Check this out.

His expression innocent, Taisho showed me the screen of his Phone.

It showed an article from a particular online news site.

The article was about Heisuke Yamamoto, the infamous perverted hypnotist who had passed away the previous month. It baffled me how they had dug up such an obscure story.

The perverted hypnotist. An emblem of perversion from the Heisei era, a living erotic doujinshi, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Unreal Sexual Preferences. He was quite a sensation in some circles and had a ton of nicknames.

Taisho is a curiosity-seeker, an eccentric who latches onto topics most people wouldn't even bat an eye at.

A perverted hypnotist must be as fascinating as UFOs or the legendary Tsuchinoko to him.

Even if you say that, I wouldn't know.

The stories about this dude are really something! Hmm, I'd love to get to the bottom of it.

It would certainly be intriguing if it weren't my problem.

But given that it is very much my problem, it’s not a topic I want to dwell on.

Then you should head to the staff room. The teachers would probably know more about it since he’s an ‘emblem of the Heisei era.’

Though I doubted if our busy educators had time for such a discussion.

You're right, the staff room might be the best bet. Off I go, then!

Having found someone with whom he could discuss the perverted hypnotist, Taisho left the classroom. That went better than expected. Maybe he picked up on my lack of enthusiasm and chose to spare me.

Once alone, I pulled out my Phone and began to read the news article Taisho had shown me earlier.

It provided a brief biography of my father.

It revealed that the man dubbed the perverted hypnotist was actually named Heisuke Yamamoto, and it included his photo, background, personality, the numerous incidents he was involved in, and the fact that he had recently passed away.

What caught my attention was the section on the Perverted Monster Incident.

It was an incident, or rather a real-life event that took on the status of an urban legend. It involved a naked man roaming a certain town, with those who met him awakening their dormant fetishes, turning into high-grade perverts, while he never broke the law.

A young man, having discovered his attraction to young girls, decided to become an elementary school teacher. A romance manga artist switched careers to become an adult manga artist, churning out works featuring tentacle play. The president of a paper manufacturing company started producing tissues exclusively for male self-pleasure, and went on to become the president of a sperm bank.

The man responsible for these phenomena was none other than Heisuke Yamamoto. His technique was called perverted hypnotism, earning him the moniker of the perverted hypnotist.

Other episodes were just as scandalous: supplying middle school girls with erotic dreams, convincing a hundred high school girls to call him “Daddy,” and persuading a religious group to hand out dildos instead of Bibles.

Some of it was probably embellished, but I couldn't tell to what extent. The only one who knew the full truth was the perverted hypnotist himself, but he was no longer around.

The article mentioned how, once, his only son gave a presentation about him, the perverted hypnotist, at his elementary school.

That was me.

Because of that, everyone found out I was the son of the infamous perverted hypnotist, which led to a variety of unpleasant experiences.

Having cut ties with my father, I’d managed to lead a peaceful life. But if it ever came out again that the perverted hypnotist was my father, who knew what I'd have to deal with?

I definitely didn't want to relive that.

It reaffirmed my resolve to keep my identity as his son a secret.

The bell rang, signaling the arrival of Ms. Nakahara, the homeroom and literature teacher (a single woman in her thirties) who walked into the classroom.

Hi, class! Today, I'm going to introduce a new transfer student.

She had this breathy, flouncy way of speaking. Her casual announcement at the outset of homeroom caused a stir in the classroom.

We've been waiting! What's the new student like, Ms.Nakahara?

She's a really cute girl.

The excitement in the classroom grew.

Enough already, you're raising expectations too high. You'll make the new girl feel uncomfortable.

Now, let me introduce her. Please come in!

At the Ms.Nakahara's signal, the door at the front of the classroom opened.

A girl walked in.

Suddenly the room fell into silence.

She was the epitome of gracefulness.

Her hair was a light hue, neatly trimmed into a bob, and adorned with a hair accessory resembling a perforated coin about the size of a nickel.

She had fair, dewy skin on a slender body without one extra ounce.

Surprisingly though, the oversized school uniform she wore, giving her a slightly baggy look, suited her well.

. . .

The striking transfer student turned her back to us, climbed onto the podium, and began to neatly write her name on the blackboard without uttering a word.

It read Matomo Katagiri.

When the girl turned back around, all eyes were drawn to her poised, expressionless face.

Good morning, nice to meet you all. From today forward, I will be joining this class. My name is Matomo Katagiri. I look forward to this semester.

After finishing her monotone greeting with a pleasant voice, she gave a slight bow.

To put it nicely, she was cool and mysterious; or to be more blunt, she seemed mechanical and detached. It could have been nerves, but her frigid demeanor made her a figure of intrigue.

From today, she will join our class, so let's all be friendly!

Upon the homeroom Ms.Nakahara's casual reminder, everyone applauded as if on cue.

It seemed that everyone was captivated by her voice and enchanted by her poise.

Ms.Nakahara, Ms.Nakahara, can I ask Matomo a question?!

A girl in the class called out.

Actually, I'm curious about a few things myself. Matomo, would you mind answering a few questions?

Not at all.

With a slight nod of agreement, the transfer student maintained her poker face.

Does anyone else have any questions?

Ms.Nakahara began to solicit questions from the students.

What's your favorite food?

I don't have one.

Do you have a favorite idol?

Not really.

Where did you live before?

Nowhere, really.

That last answer didn't make sense. Where had she been living?

Despite the range of questions thrown at her, her responses remained more or less the same.

Her demeanor began to create a strange ambiance in the room.

Trying to lighten the mood, Ms.Nakahara asked in a playful tone.

Now then, do you have any hobbies or special skills?

Hobbies and special skills . . .

She touched her chin, thinking for a moment.

Shall I reveal them since we're here?

With an expression as blank as a passport photo, she suddenly adopted a bold pose.

The classroom burst into applause, as if to welcome her—enthusiasm the likes of which I’d never seen before.

All right, go ahead and show us!

The applause died down at the Ms.Nakahara's command, and the room fell into silence.

The atmosphere was strange.

Merely for the unveiling of the transfer student's special talent, the room was as tense as a theater filled with anticipation. Everyone was watching her every move, not wanting to miss a thing.

After a pause, the transfer student flicked her coin hair ornament with a clink and then . . .

Perverted Hypnosis Forty-Eight Techniques—Dreamy Delirium!!

Goosebumps spread across my entire body.

No way, it couldn't be . . .

I was familiar with this.

It was a technique belonging to the man who had been my father, Heisuke Yamamoto.

The Perverted Hypnosis Forty-Eight Techniques.

Heisuke Yamamoto had honed his hypnotic techniques into at least 48 forms.

They could immobilize a target, reveal hidden sexual desires, and implant lewd ideas. It was incredibly versatile and could do anything.

I last saw him six years ago. I was only in elementary school then, but the memory is still clear.

As if I could forget.

It's the dark art that branded me as the son of a perverted hypnotist.

Listen up, everyone! Suddenly, the school rules have changed, and nudity is the new uniform, so strip down! Also, we are to perform a joyful dance before class, so let's get the party started!

Paying my shock no mind, Ms.Nakahara suddenly spouted this out.

As ludicrous as her statement was . . .

When are you going to strip? Right now, yeah?!

Let's all strip down, everyone!

Haha!

Let's give our best, this is so funny!

Here we go!

Goodbye, skirt!

Hey, I look just like the statue of David! Hooray!

There were no signs of surprise or reluctance; instead, everyone was more than eager to comply.

The classroom transformed in the blink of an eye.

The atmosphere sparkled with excitement and frivolity.

People were cheerfully dancing, every inch of skin exposed, having tossed their clothes away.

Pop music and cheerful laughter echoed through the room.

It felt more like a disco, or a club, or a dance hall.

It was hard to believe that this was the same place where class had been held just five minutes ago.

This is no joke!

Amidst all this, I found myself hiding in the corner of the classroom behind the cleaning locker. I had sneaked over when everyone was busy transforming the classroom into a dance hall. I wanted to escape altogether, but the entrance was blocked by a group of naked boys doing the samba.

Allow me to explain a peculiar trait I inherited as the son of the perverted hypnotist.

You see, I'm completely immune to hypnosis.

That's why I didn't start stripping and dancing like the rest when the classroom turned into a Crazy Naked Festival.

But then it occurred to me.

It would be weird to keep clothed and calm while everyone else dances in the nude, no?

Wouldn't that just draw attention to my unique immunity to hypnosis and reveal my true identity as the perverted hypnotist's son?

The transfer student set off this whole chain of events. Her use of that technique suggests she's linked to the perverted hypnotist.

Who knows her intentions, but I'd rather not become her target.

Therefore, the best course of action right now would be to blend in with my classmates and make them believe I'm under the hypnosis as well.

I have no choice but to undress.

As soon as I reach this conclusion, I start undressing. I even threw off my underwear, exposing my naked body.

I felt no embarrassment. It was the logical decision, after all.

All I needed to do next was join my classmates. I stepped out from behind the lockers and—

Why are you undressing?

A cold voice caught me off guard from the side.

Turning awkwardly towards the voice, I found the transfer student glaring at me with a contemptuous look. For the record, she was properly dressed in a school uniform.

Everyone else is naked, so it’s weird not to be?

The others are hypnotized. You’re different, Saji.

Even though I hadn't introduced myself yet, she called me by my name.

I had a bad feeling about this.

Do you know me?

Why, well, of course times two. Sixteen thou points to you!

A smug look appeared on her well-structured face.

Was that supposed to be a joke?

Spotting my confusion, the new student sighed in exasperation.

Saji, you were supposed to laugh. I said it in iambic pentameter. An incredibly sophisticated joke. I even threw in a rhyme as a hint. So, let's laugh. Ready, set . . .

I don’t get it.

She had some nerve, explaining her own joke in such detail and expecting a laugh.

Even if I were caught in the midst of a hilarious joke in a room where my classmates were dancing naked, I'm confident I wouldn't laugh, but it wasn't even funny in the first place.

Hmph.

She seemed displeased with my reaction, giving me a sullen half-lidded look.

But the new student quickly cleared her throat as if nothing happened.

I know quite a bit about you, Saji Saji. Son of the infamous hypnotist, with the unique trait that no hypnosis works on you. I wasn't aware you were a nudist, though.

I'm not a nudist!

Maybe you should put on some clothes before saying that?

Unfortunately, my words lacked credibility much as my body lacked clothes.

I hastily dressed myself, and the transfer student spoke again when I was decent.

Naturally, I know about you. I learned a lot from the master. In fact, my transfer here was specifically to meet you.

Master. She was informed. She came to meet me.

And she’d used real perverted hypnotism on our classmates.

So, she must be—

Now that I meet you, though, you look like a suspicious person. Terrible dark circles and a mean look in your eyes.

D-Don't just start insulting me out of the blue!

Then I'll start insulting you with proper warning. Saji, you look suspicious.

So it's okay as long as you give me a heads up first?

Do I really look that sketchy?

I'll overlook your appearance. For now, let me properly introduce myself.

She sprang up in front of me and after a graceful bow, she continued, creating puns from the Chinese characters in her name.

I am Matomo Katagiri, the 'Proper' Katagiri, who's on the 'Straight and Narrow.’ Your father recognized my talent, and I am his number one disciple, the second-generation perverted hypnotist.

There's no way a perverted hypnotist could be 'Proper' or 'Straight and Narrow'.

Is the second-generation perverted hypnotist part what caught your attention?

You'd understand if you took a look around this classroom.

To say that I wasn't shocked would be a lie, but there was no time for surprise right now.

First things first, get the classroom back to normal.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

As if to guide Katagiri's gaze, I subtly drew her attention to our classmates, who were dancing and enjoying themselves in the nude.

Naked party, no one knows where the underwear went!

My old fashion sense is now a thing of wonder!

You said it's better not to wear anything, so today is my naked anniversary.

An indescribable spectacle continued to unfold before us.

Don't worry about it.

How can I not worry about this!

So, regarding the reason why I came to see you, Saji . . .

She ignored me. It seemed she had no intention of undoing the classroom's hypnotism until she finished her story. Listening to her seemed to be the quickest way out.

Regrettably, I have a favor to ask of a nudist.

Regrettably?

I want you to join my team.

No, thank you.

I responded instantly.

Putting aside this transfer student who already knew, I needed to avoid the danger of being revealed as the son of the perverted hypnotist to any number of people.

As for this ‘second generation’ stuff, there was no way I was getting involved with that.

I didn't need any perverted hypnotists in my life anymore.

What if I threaten to reveal that you're the perverted hypnotist's son?

Her words aimed directly at my deep-seated anxieties.

I couldn't allow that secret to be exposed, under any circumstances.

I had to do something.

Okay, I get it, but give me some time to think.

I’d appreciate a prompt answer.

Look, at this moment, I can't answer yes or no. I need more information.

In that case . . .

Let's postpone this conversation.

Why?

It doesn't seem like we can have a meaningful conversation while our classmates are dancing naked around us.

It was so distracting and bizarre that I wasn’t even turned on.

Saji, you’re still naive. I'm an adult, so I'm used to seeing things like this.

The problem is that you're used to it.

It's only natural for a perverted hypnotist.

That was an argument I couldn't refute.

Just put the classroom back to how it was. We can talk about this after school, outside.

Fine, I understand.

With a slightly disgruntled tone, Katagiri snapped her fingers, dissolving a tension in the air.

That seemed to be the trigger for deactivating the perverted hypnotism.

Suddenly, the party was over, and my classmates started to put back on the clothes they had taken off. They also swiftly moved the desks and chairs, which had been pushed against the wall, back to their original places. All the while, their faces remained blank, showing no signs of the hypnotic spell being lifted.

It appears that the spell doesn't lift immediately, instead lifing only after everything is back to normal.

You can’t just snap your fingers and get rid of it all at once?

I wouldn't be so careless. I won't leave a single memory of today’s incident behind.

That's quite a skill you have there.

I retorted sarcastically.

Indeed. After all, I'm the second-generation perverted hypnotist. Yay. Yay.

She flashed a double peace sign alongside her emotionless face. How endearing.

Once everyone had moved their desks back and settled down, Katagiri snapped her fingers once more.

Well then, that concludes homeroom!

As though nothing had occurred, Ms.Nakahara made this announcement and our classmates began to move about freely. Some bombarded the new student with questions, while others started preparing for the first lesson.

Thus, the hypnotic spell cast on everyone was fully broken, and the Crazy Naked Festival ended without leaving any trace.

Just as Katagiri had stated, none of the classmates who had undergone perverted hypnotism remembered being naked.

Standing in front of a classroom that seemed just as usual, I could almost convince myself that the spectacle from earlier was a daydream.

But sure enough, standing next to me was the unmistakable figure of the second-generation perverted hypnotist, Matomo Katagiri.

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After school.

The air was filled with lively banter, infectious laughter, and hushed giggles.

Upon returning to the classroom from the restroom, I found a large crowd gathered around Katagiri's desk. Her popularity had been growing since the morning, and it had now spiked so much that I couldn't even catch a glimpse of her.

The crowd wasn't just our classmates, but students from other classes and grades as well. It made me wonder, was the allure of the beautiful new transfer student really that strong?

By the way, Miss Popular Matomo Katagiri had sent me a message by midday.

Dear Saji.

I appreciate your ongoing assistance.

This is Matomo Katagiri, the infamous perverted hypnotist.

Let's cut to the chase. I took the liberty of acquiring your contact information from the class group chat. I'm glad to see you're not drowning in loneliness.

Now, straight to the point, this concerns our meeting today.

After school, I would like us to meet at the main gate and then proceed to a suitable location for our discussion. Is that agreeable to you?

My apologies, but since I've just moved here, I'm still unfamiliar with the area. Would it be acceptable for you to choose the location?

I apologize for any inconvenience. Your understanding is greatly appreciated.

Sincerely Yours, The Pervert.

At first, I thought it was junk mail.

It's too wordy."Meet at the school gate after school" would have conveyed that in one line. I really dislike the culture of business emails. I hope it's obsolete by the time I enter the workforce. And please don't sign off as "the Pervert."

Understood. Please write simpler messages.

I replied.

Gotcha☆

She responded. Now she's being too chummy. Weirdo.

I wondered, with these crowds, can we actually meet?

I decided, If she doesn't show up in three minutes, I'll text her and head home.

With that thought, I picked up my bag and left the classroom.

After changing my shoes at the lockers, I exited the school building, passed by the bicycle parking area, and headed towards the school gate.

Saji, I've been waiting for you.

Whoa?!

Katagiri suddenly appeared from the shadows behind the school gate, taking me by surprise.

Why all the yelling? Did something happen? Or is that just your fetish?

Not everything has to be a fetish!

More importantly though, when I had left the classroom, Katagiri was surrounded by classmates.

Weren't you in the classroom like, just now?

How did she get here ahead of me? Did she somehow phase through walls?

I used perverted hypnotism to make everyone think I was still there, then I slipped out early. My escape trick worked perfectly. Yay.

She punctuated her stoic expression with her 'double peace' sign.

So you used the crowd as a smokescreen, masking your departure.

Such is the power of perverted hypnotism.

This meant that in the classroom of Class 2-1, the students were huddled around an empty seat, believing that Katagiri was there and energetically conversing with them.

To an onlooker, it’d look like a scene from a horror film.

Let's get back to our earlier conversation. Have you considered a location yet?

Discussing perverted hypnotism publicly was not an option.

I tried to think of the least conspicuous place we could meet.

How about my house? My mom is away sorting through some stuff for a while, so we don't have to worry about being overheard, and it's cost-effective.

Inviting a girl you just met to an empty house . . . Are you planning something inappropriate? Are you a pervert?

Katagiri narrowed her eyes and took a step back from me, slightly twisting her body.

That's not the case.

But I am an attractive girl. There's a high chance you'll fall for my charm.

You're giving yourself too much credit.

False modesty can be harmful.

I agree, it would be annoying if you were coy about your looks.

So you acknowledge that I'm attractive.

Katagiri slightly puffed out her flat chest. Despite her stoic face, she seemed proud.

But I'm not interested in dating at the moment, so even if you confessed your feelings, I'd have to turn you down.

Don't pretend as if I confessed and then reject me.

With that little back-and-forth, I changed the subject.

Look, this isn’t going to work out the way you’re hoping.

Where is all that confidence stemming from? Your nose? Your throat?

What, were we in a cold medicine advertisement now?

I only met Katagiri today. I could say “I can’t work with you because I'm sensible, reasonable, and honest,” but it’s not like she knew that stuff about me, so it wouldn’t be convincing.

I needed to craft a response that she would buy.

It's because I don't want to get mixed up with perverted hypnotists. I've had enough problems just because my dad was one.

I can definitely believe you when you say you're done with perverted hypnotists.

I was relieved that she accepted it so readily.

If that's the case, it explains why you were naked.

So she seems to have noticed the logical reason for my nudity. Was I going to rise above the suspicion of being a nudist?

Your nudist hobby served a practical purpose.

No!

So, it is just a hobby then?

No, it's all nudity for practical purposes.

What does nudity for practical purposes even mean? I know I brought it up, but still.

In any case, I'm fine with discussing this at your house, Saji. When I think about it, your house is rather convenient. No chance of you fleeing in the middle of our conversation.

It's the kind of mentality you'd expect from a hunter tracking their prey. Unnerving.

So, lead the way, Saji.

Like inviting a vampire into your home, the venue of our discussion was set.

Vampires, that was it, the pair of them—master and disciple.

In any case.

There was another reason why I didn't want to engage in anything inappropriate with her, but it seems I didn’t need to bring it up. She spoke to me just as the thought popped into my head.

Is there another reason? Why you’re sure nothing inappropriate will happen, I mean?

She truly had superhuman intuition.

Y-yeah. But you seemed to have bought it already so I left the conversation at that.

You can share if you wish. It's always beneficial to have more reassurances.

Well, if you promise not to be upset.

Upset?

As Katagiri cocked her head in confusion, I delivered my statement with a solemn expression.

I'm attracted to mature women with large chests, so I can't imagine having any sexual desire for you, Katagiri.

Anyone would know that from the adult video collection in my house. Big breasts are justice, after all!

I’ll have you know my chest is a universal size!

Katagiri pointed to it with her thumb and pouted, looking rather annoyed.

This was unexpected. Katagiri, who up until now had maintained an unemotional and indifferent demeanor, seemed to become expressive when the topic of breasts arose. I guess everyone has their trigger.

Anyway, what does she mean by a universal size?

Like a gently sloping handicap access ramp?

That would be barrier-free.

Or should it be bust-free instead?

As we engaged in this light-hearted conversation about breasts, we made our way home.