Landmine Gal with Thick Breast Armor

It was morning before homeroom.

As usual, I was pretending to be asleep in my seat.

Today is Wednesday.

And it was last Wednesday when I was surrounded by Kasuya-kun and his friends, so it's been exactly one week since then.

Kurosawa-san's disappearance has already been covered by the TV and newspapers. However, none of them have covered it very much.

Although, she was a celebrity at school.

And she may be a reader model for a magazine, but that's about it.

So, it was treated as the disappearance of a very common high school girl, and as far as I know, only one popular gossip magazine for men wrote about her disappearance as a reader model.

It was also linked to the sexual disorder of young people, and the conclusion was settled on something as mundane as, "Well, she's probably out there somewhere getting it on with some guy".

Now, all the conversations I hear coming out of the classroom are about Kurosawa-san.

And it was surprisingly interesting to listen to the conversations with an unsuspecting face.

Their fantasy starts with "I heard that a friend of my friend said something about her" and there is not a shred of truth to it.

The girls also talked about how a rival modeling agency had kidnapped Kurosawa-san because she was getting in the way of a new girl they were selling, or how some big shot had taken a fancy to her and bought her when she was doing pillow business.

According to their fantasies, the modeling agency is no more than a mafia, a human trafficking organization that is too dangerous.

However, what I didn't expect was that Kasuya-kun was really exhausted.

Even today, the top caste people are hanging around Kasuya-kun's desk, but the sight of Kasuya-kun with his exhausted face smiling affectionately, and the people taking care of him and having casual conversations with him, is something I can't help but feel sorry for.

Of course, I don't feel sorry for him.

In the meantime…

Fujiwara-san came into the classroom, as usual, in a dull mood.

Nothing has changed since yesterday. She's still the same gal-typical slacker.

It's said that she's one of the best Ojou-sama around here, but she's a disgrace to the Ojou-sama community. Well, I don't know.

And as usual, she threw her bag decorated with pins on the desk and went to the top caste people who were hanging around Kasuya-kun's des– …..Hey, what she's doing!? D-don't come over here!

「Good mor~ning! Fu~min」 (*Note: おっはよー -> Owwa yo~)

I tried to ignore her by pretending to be asleep, but she poked my cheek with her fingertips.

「Wake up~, Fu~min, wake up~, I'm here ♪」

「Ugh? What do you want!」

When I raised myself up, I saw her cleavage in front of me.

Cleavage?

It's amazing how the latest "pull it together and lift it up" technology can create cleavage even with such devastatingly poor breasts.

I didn't expect to be reminded of the excellence of Japan's industrial technology by the cleavage of a schoolgirl's breasts.

「Ahaha, you're awake~. Good mor~ning ♪」

「Don't come over here」

「Wow, that's awful. Still, I don't care what you say... But look at those first」

When I turned my eyes to where she was pointing with her finger, I saw a group of top caste people hanging out around Kasuya-kun's desk.

There was Teruya-san, who was looking up at him and nodding along to Kasuya-kun's conversation.