"Yeah... Yeah, okay. This never happened, got it!" Alright, that was starting to sound more like the Izumi you knew (well, knew of, more like.) This was the first day in your entire high school life (which admittedly wasn't long) where you'd spoken to her in any meaningful capacity. Still, she was a well-known enough presence that you knew her voice.
And right now, as you'd already said- she sounded much more like normal! Her voice was sharp and stern- not harsh or rude, but forceful and clearly accepting no nonsense.
"Hey, you won't hear a peep out of me about... nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary happened between either of us in the last few minutes."
"Good, sounds like you under... understand." Izumi's voice wavered. Something was up. With your close proximity to her face, you could see her nose twitching and-
You didn't have any more warning as Izumi dropped you once more, again on accident. The powerful sneeze that the girl let out had her scrunching her eyes shut unconsciously, and she completely missed seeing where you'd gone...
Only to feel you a split second later on one of the two places she absolutely didn't want to feel your presence!
You didn't really want to be 'here' either, considering how dangerous touching these things was.
'Here,' of course being the top slope of Izumi's gigantic right breast. Said breast had made for an excellent landing pad for you- you hadn't been hurt by the landing at all, and instead of being harmed you'd merely bounced up and down atop the humongous breast, gently coming to a stop as your dwindling momentum died down.
It would've been awkward enough between the two of you had that been what happened alone. However, much to Izumi's embarrassment, she watched, seemingly frozen in place, as what little of your momentum remained sent you rolling down the front of her gigantic right breast...
"Shujin!"
Izumi's worried cry was unneeded- her fear that you would roll right off of her breast and plummet into thin air would not come to pass. Rolling down Izumi's boob was a strange sensation, given that unlike a man-made construct or earthen hill, you were rolling down something very warm and very soft. You could feel the soft, supple flesh carrying you along- your tiny form just barely heavy enough to put small indents in the flesh where you rolled. Unfortunately, your body was just too small to be heavy enough that you'd sink far enough into the warm, pillow-like breast flesh to stop rolling altogether.
The flesh bubbling around you did prove to be soft enough that your descent was slowed, though- enough that rather than simply rolling past the rim of Izumi's bra and free fall to your doom, you were able to grab onto the rim of her bra at just the right moment!
You desperately clung to the rim of the fabric dome- incomparably huge to you- the cups of Izumi's bra were huge, large enough that they would've looked comically enormous on a normal girl, an impressive feat considering that this bra was a tad small on Izumi's immense bust.
Hoisting yourself over the edge, you grabbed at anything you could get your hands on to get yourself to safety.
Something met your hands- neither soft, pliant flesh nor the sturdy yet still soft fabric of the bra cup. Paper. Before you had time to look and see just what it was, Izumi reached down, gently plucking you up and taking you back to safety.
"Shujin! I'm so sorry I dropped you again! I swear, it won't happen again!"
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"Don't... don't worry about it, Izumi. It's not like you meant to drop me..."
The poor guy was out of breath, and probably more than a little on edge because of his recent brush with what could've been a fatal accident.
'Ugh, great going, Izumi! Some help you're turning out to be. First you get him stuck in between your tits for half the entire school day, now you're fumbling him again! What if he hadn't grabbed onto my bra? Would... would I have been responsible if he'd gotten hurt?' Izumi mentally berated herself over her apparent negligence as Shujin's... friend? Protector? Shepherdess? She wasn't really sure what the term she'd use here was. They weren't friends, but being the sole person (other than Hotaru herself) who knew just what a predicament he was in made her feel... strangely special. And honestly? A little protective of him, too. Izumi couldn't figure out why she already felt attached to a boy she'd barely spoken to before today.
"Um, Izumi? What... what are those?"
What? What on earth was he talking about? Was there something strange in her room?
Izumi looked around, bewildered, trying identify just what it was that Shujin had seen. It didn't look like she'd left anything out in her room that she wasn't comfortable with someone else seeing, so what...
Izumi's eyes darted down towards the boy in her hand, trying to follow his gaze...
That little perv! It seemed like she'd been wrong about him- Or maybe it was just that she'd left her shirt unbuttoned for too long, and the promise of getting an unobstructed view of her bra-clad breasts was just too much for him to pass up.
Frowning, Izumi prepared to scold Shujin when something caught her eye. The anger in her heart fizzled out as quickly as it had started. Shujin wasn't staring at her boobs (well, technically he was,) he was staring at her bra!
Or more importantly, what was inside her bra in addition to her breasts...
Izumi had spent the last month using her bras to do more than just support her breasts, she'd also discovered and been using a technique for, *ahem* unauthorized study aides when taking tests and quizzes. There had been so many this month that the cheat sheets she'd been planning on hiding under her shirt for 'only the most important tests' had ended up being daily passengers in her bra!
'Oh no...' Izumi's blood went cold. There was no way she could just brush this off. Sure, she could just stuff the papers containing her notes further down into the cups, but Shujin had already seen them, and was certainly expecting an explanation from her!
"I-I can explain, Shujin..." No, no, no! He'd seen the one thing she didn't want him to see more than anything else! How could she explain this? There was no explanation other than 'I've been cheating' that would make sense at a time like this!
"You, uh... you've been hiding notes in your... bra?" He stuttered over the last word, his cheeks flushing a little bit as he said 'bra.'
His eyes lit up as he connected the dots, and Izumi's heart sank further.
"Wait... I remember the grades for our year being posted a few months back... and your grades suddenly started getting way better! This... no way... you weren't..."
*Gulp*
He was on the right track- Izumi's grades had been slipping for a few months, despite her best efforts. She prided herself on getting straight A's- to prove to people that she was more than just a floating pair of giant tits- so even slipping down enough to get B's was a huge blow to her.
"I-I.. I've been so busy lately... I haven't had enough time to study, and one night... I just thought, well, maybe I could finally get some use out of these things!" At that, Izumi used the hand not holding Shujin to heft one massive breast, uncaring that she was effectively shoving the huge bra-covered breast right in front of his eyes.
"There's a lot of space under my shirt- there has to be, otherwise I wouldn't fit into anything- so I figured... why not hide my notes in my shirt? All I have to do to take a peek is just lean forward a little bit, or pretend to adjust my shirt. It's not like anyone can call me out on it- any other student staring at my chest would get sent to the student council's office for being openly perverted, and a teacher? Well... we both know that an adult looking at my chest would risk their career."
"In other words, the perfect way to cheat. Easy to conceal, something nobody would ever expect to look for, and most importantly- the kind of thing that nobody would be allowed to pay attention without getting in trouble!"
"I-it wasn't cheating! It was just..." Izumi cried out, before trailing off.
"Okay... I was totally cheating... But you have to understand, my grades are everything to me! If people thought that I couldn't get good grades, they'd just think I was some brainless bimbo only good for her boobs! And with my life outside of school getting way busier lately, I haven't had enough time to study like I used to! Please, it's not like I would've cheated if I wanted to!"
But cheating was still cheating, there was no way Izumi could deny that. Regardless of her circumstances or intentions (it wasn't like she'd been hurting anyone, right?)
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What the hell were you supposed to say? On one hand, cheating was bad, especially when done so prolifically- you'd always tried your best to be an honest student (it was better to fail on your own merits and try again later rather than succeeding through means that weren't yours,) but this was one of those situations that didn't have a right answer. Izumi was a good person, someone who'd gone way out of her way to help you when she needed it most- your brain heart was telling you that there was more than enough reason to just turn a blind eye to this whole mess. Still, one thought remained in your head...
"But what would our classmates say if they knew you'd been cheating by literally hiding cheat sheets under your shirt- and in your bra? Wouldn't you be proving their points exactly- that you're just using your chest to get ahead of your competition?" Izumi's face paled. It seemed like she genuinely hadn't considered that line of thought.
"I, I... It doesn't matter! I didn't have a choice! I need to keep my grades up! Nothing else matters!"
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1) Be supportive- Izumi's idea was pretty ingenious, after all- the kind of thing nobody would ever expect.
2) Be accusing- what she's doing isn't right!
And right now, as you'd already said- she sounded much more like normal! Her voice was sharp and stern- not harsh or rude, but forceful and clearly accepting no nonsense.
"Hey, you won't hear a peep out of me about... nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary happened between either of us in the last few minutes."
"Good, sounds like you under... understand." Izumi's voice wavered. Something was up. With your close proximity to her face, you could see her nose twitching and-
You didn't have any more warning as Izumi dropped you once more, again on accident. The powerful sneeze that the girl let out had her scrunching her eyes shut unconsciously, and she completely missed seeing where you'd gone...
Only to feel you a split second later on one of the two places she absolutely didn't want to feel your presence!
You didn't really want to be 'here' either, considering how dangerous touching these things was.
'Here,' of course being the top slope of Izumi's gigantic right breast. Said breast had made for an excellent landing pad for you- you hadn't been hurt by the landing at all, and instead of being harmed you'd merely bounced up and down atop the humongous breast, gently coming to a stop as your dwindling momentum died down.
It would've been awkward enough between the two of you had that been what happened alone. However, much to Izumi's embarrassment, she watched, seemingly frozen in place, as what little of your momentum remained sent you rolling down the front of her gigantic right breast...
"Shujin!"
Izumi's worried cry was unneeded- her fear that you would roll right off of her breast and plummet into thin air would not come to pass. Rolling down Izumi's boob was a strange sensation, given that unlike a man-made construct or earthen hill, you were rolling down something very warm and very soft. You could feel the soft, supple flesh carrying you along- your tiny form just barely heavy enough to put small indents in the flesh where you rolled. Unfortunately, your body was just too small to be heavy enough that you'd sink far enough into the warm, pillow-like breast flesh to stop rolling altogether.
The flesh bubbling around you did prove to be soft enough that your descent was slowed, though- enough that rather than simply rolling past the rim of Izumi's bra and free fall to your doom, you were able to grab onto the rim of her bra at just the right moment!
You desperately clung to the rim of the fabric dome- incomparably huge to you- the cups of Izumi's bra were huge, large enough that they would've looked comically enormous on a normal girl, an impressive feat considering that this bra was a tad small on Izumi's immense bust.
Hoisting yourself over the edge, you grabbed at anything you could get your hands on to get yourself to safety.
Something met your hands- neither soft, pliant flesh nor the sturdy yet still soft fabric of the bra cup. Paper. Before you had time to look and see just what it was, Izumi reached down, gently plucking you up and taking you back to safety.
"Shujin! I'm so sorry I dropped you again! I swear, it won't happen again!"
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"Don't... don't worry about it, Izumi. It's not like you meant to drop me..."
The poor guy was out of breath, and probably more than a little on edge because of his recent brush with what could've been a fatal accident.
'Ugh, great going, Izumi! Some help you're turning out to be. First you get him stuck in between your tits for half the entire school day, now you're fumbling him again! What if he hadn't grabbed onto my bra? Would... would I have been responsible if he'd gotten hurt?' Izumi mentally berated herself over her apparent negligence as Shujin's... friend? Protector? Shepherdess? She wasn't really sure what the term she'd use here was. They weren't friends, but being the sole person (other than Hotaru herself) who knew just what a predicament he was in made her feel... strangely special. And honestly? A little protective of him, too. Izumi couldn't figure out why she already felt attached to a boy she'd barely spoken to before today.
"Um, Izumi? What... what are those?"
What? What on earth was he talking about? Was there something strange in her room?
Izumi looked around, bewildered, trying identify just what it was that Shujin had seen. It didn't look like she'd left anything out in her room that she wasn't comfortable with someone else seeing, so what...
Izumi's eyes darted down towards the boy in her hand, trying to follow his gaze...
That little perv! It seemed like she'd been wrong about him- Or maybe it was just that she'd left her shirt unbuttoned for too long, and the promise of getting an unobstructed view of her bra-clad breasts was just too much for him to pass up.
Frowning, Izumi prepared to scold Shujin when something caught her eye. The anger in her heart fizzled out as quickly as it had started. Shujin wasn't staring at her boobs (well, technically he was,) he was staring at her bra!
Or more importantly, what was inside her bra in addition to her breasts...
Izumi had spent the last month using her bras to do more than just support her breasts, she'd also discovered and been using a technique for, *ahem* unauthorized study aides when taking tests and quizzes. There had been so many this month that the cheat sheets she'd been planning on hiding under her shirt for 'only the most important tests' had ended up being daily passengers in her bra!
'Oh no...' Izumi's blood went cold. There was no way she could just brush this off. Sure, she could just stuff the papers containing her notes further down into the cups, but Shujin had already seen them, and was certainly expecting an explanation from her!
"I-I can explain, Shujin..." No, no, no! He'd seen the one thing she didn't want him to see more than anything else! How could she explain this? There was no explanation other than 'I've been cheating' that would make sense at a time like this!
"You, uh... you've been hiding notes in your... bra?" He stuttered over the last word, his cheeks flushing a little bit as he said 'bra.'
His eyes lit up as he connected the dots, and Izumi's heart sank further.
"Wait... I remember the grades for our year being posted a few months back... and your grades suddenly started getting way better! This... no way... you weren't..."
*Gulp*
He was on the right track- Izumi's grades had been slipping for a few months, despite her best efforts. She prided herself on getting straight A's- to prove to people that she was more than just a floating pair of giant tits- so even slipping down enough to get B's was a huge blow to her.
"I-I.. I've been so busy lately... I haven't had enough time to study, and one night... I just thought, well, maybe I could finally get some use out of these things!" At that, Izumi used the hand not holding Shujin to heft one massive breast, uncaring that she was effectively shoving the huge bra-covered breast right in front of his eyes.
"There's a lot of space under my shirt- there has to be, otherwise I wouldn't fit into anything- so I figured... why not hide my notes in my shirt? All I have to do to take a peek is just lean forward a little bit, or pretend to adjust my shirt. It's not like anyone can call me out on it- any other student staring at my chest would get sent to the student council's office for being openly perverted, and a teacher? Well... we both know that an adult looking at my chest would risk their career."
"In other words, the perfect way to cheat. Easy to conceal, something nobody would ever expect to look for, and most importantly- the kind of thing that nobody would be allowed to pay attention without getting in trouble!"
"I-it wasn't cheating! It was just..." Izumi cried out, before trailing off.
"Okay... I was totally cheating... But you have to understand, my grades are everything to me! If people thought that I couldn't get good grades, they'd just think I was some brainless bimbo only good for her boobs! And with my life outside of school getting way busier lately, I haven't had enough time to study like I used to! Please, it's not like I would've cheated if I wanted to!"
But cheating was still cheating, there was no way Izumi could deny that. Regardless of her circumstances or intentions (it wasn't like she'd been hurting anyone, right?)
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What the hell were you supposed to say? On one hand, cheating was bad, especially when done so prolifically- you'd always tried your best to be an honest student (it was better to fail on your own merits and try again later rather than succeeding through means that weren't yours,) but this was one of those situations that didn't have a right answer. Izumi was a good person, someone who'd gone way out of her way to help you when she needed it most- your brain heart was telling you that there was more than enough reason to just turn a blind eye to this whole mess. Still, one thought remained in your head...
"But what would our classmates say if they knew you'd been cheating by literally hiding cheat sheets under your shirt- and in your bra? Wouldn't you be proving their points exactly- that you're just using your chest to get ahead of your competition?" Izumi's face paled. It seemed like she genuinely hadn't considered that line of thought.
"I, I... It doesn't matter! I didn't have a choice! I need to keep my grades up! Nothing else matters!"
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1) Be supportive- Izumi's idea was pretty ingenious, after all- the kind of thing nobody would ever expect.
2) Be accusing- what she's doing isn't right!
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