Not the best first impression
Harem Protagonist: CHYOA
Chapter 12
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alphadragon
You gasped for breath as you ran down the street, your sides cramping as you stumbled forward on the sidewalk, the school just ahead.
"H-How much farther?" you wheezed, barely staying upright.
(((Another half mile to go. Come on Shujin! You can do it. Show the world the stamina of the Harem Protagonist!))
You bit down on the growl bubbling from your throat on where the Narrator can shove that last statement, so instead you just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Each step felt like you were trying to wade through thick mud. This was a really lousy way to learn that Shujin had been no athlete. Sweat poured off you like rain as you crossed one street, then the next, and one after that as you got closer to the school.
It was just one thing after another today.
Hotaru's unexpected appearance had thrown your morning routine out the window, but you were rather proud of yourself that you somehow managed to shower, brush your teeth, change clothes, grab your backpack, and run out the door in less than five minutes. Maybe Shujin had to deal with this kind of thing far too often...and now that torch had been passed onto you. Though in retrospect, an energetic inventor breaking down your front door would probably be a monkey wrench for anyone's morning.
But, that minor bout of pride evaporated as your vision started to tunnel and you were about ready to pass out.
By some miracle, you crossed through the school's entry gate right before the attending faculty member slammed it shut behind you.
(((GOAL!!!)))
You were too tired to share the Narrator's jubilance, hunched over and sucking in mouthfuls of air as your heart pounded away like a drum inside your chest. You tried taking deep breaths to get your breathing back under control. Then your muscles started quivering from your frantic abuse of them, and your adrenaline rush began to fade. Again, this was a really shitty way to find out just how out of shape your new body was.
(((You should really consider working out after this Shujin. I don't think any of the heroines will appreciate you passing out on them after a short run like that. I think you should start with 100 pushups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 km run. That'll whip you into shape, maybe be a hero as a side gig. The ladies will definitely love you then.)))
You paled at the idea but were interrupted as a trill split the air.
*DING, DING, DING*
Your head snapped up as the bell rang.
"Shit!" You swore, forcing your aching limbs forward. "Narrator. Which way."
(((Take your first right, then head left at the second intersection. It'll be the third classroom after that...Uhh!)))
"What is it?" You nearly shouted. Anytime a non-corporal entity got excited, it usually meant trouble. "What's going on!?"
(((Event time! Event time!! Shujin turn to the right...NOW!!!)))
"Huh-woah!?"
You stumbled as you rounded the corner, your leg spasming just as you catch sight of another student coming round the bend, right before you crashed headfirst into the unfortunate person.
"Whaa!"
"Kyahhh!"
Both of you fell down in a tangle of limbs.
It became a bizarre wrestling match from that point as the both of you tried to extract yourselves from each other, only to collapse back in a heap as you got in each other’s way. Whoever it was, they were quite strong. You grunted as an elbow whacked you in the back of the head, knocking you forward into something large and soft. Reeling back, you yelped as a foot (?) caught you between the legs. The bedlam lasted till you made the winning move as you rolled over, dragging the other person with you then pinning them to the floor.
Your jaw dropped as you looked down on a female student.
She was absolutely gorgeous!
Bright amethyst eyes stared up at you, framed by dark locks of hair that you could've sworn looked shimmered. And weren't making this up either and it didn't seem to be a trick of the light- her hair actually did look to be a dark shade of purple, dark enough to almost appear black. You stared slacked jaw, vaguely aware of something pressing against your palm and you unconsciously squeezed it.
*Squish* Squish*
“Eep!" She squeaked.
With a metallic creak, your head slowly looked down at your hand, which was currently groping her enormous and dangerously soft breast. You mind went blank as you stared down at the largest pair of tits you’ve ever seen. It looked like she had a pair of volleyballs stuffed beneath her top...and they were incredible firm too. Her blouse must've been custom-made too, because it looked like it fit- no straining buttons or visible stress in the fabric. Just who....
"What the hell do you think you're doing to Jinguuji-sama you bastard!"
You and your thoughts were yanked back to reality.
Literally.
You yelped when someone grabbed the scruff of your uniform and threw you down the hall. You landed a good several feet away, bouncing off the floor before rolling to a stop. Groaning, you looked up to see just who had thrown you.
Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the second beauty helping the first girl up.
She was one of the tallest girls you've seen so far (though the only other girl you've seen was Hotaru). And much like the first girl, her hair was an unnatural color by the standards of your old world, being completely white. She wore glasses, but that didn't subtract from her beauty instead giving her that sexy secretary look. And then your eyes drifting down...
Holy shit.
If the violet-haired girl possessed a pair of volleyballs strapped to her chest, then the new girl had fucking basketballs! And unlike the first girl's form fitting uniform, the bespectacled beauty's top was standard size and did not fit her one bit. God, they were huge. Her blouse was left unbuttoned, showing off a cleavage the size of the Grand Canyon. Either this girl had no shame or no money, because....damn. It made you wonder why she hasn't been written up for public indecency. However, your sense of danger was sounding an alarm, so you tore your eyes upwards and gulped at the positively furious expression on her face.
Slowly, like a mouse cowering before a pair of lions, you got to your feet.
It didn't help that the two were significantly taller than you.
Why was Shujin shorter than half the cast?
"Do you have any last words?" the white-haired girl growled, her knuckles popping as she clenched her fists. She took one step forward, ready to pummel you.
"It was an accident," You pleaded, holding up your hands and taking one step back. "I swear it was."
From her expression, you might as well have spoken in another language.
You gulped, looking for exits. There was no doubt that this girl could easily kick your ass into next week. Retreating in this situation was the better part of valor and you sure as hell weren't going to let yourself turn into a punching bag for something you had no control over. Fuck all those clichés, you weren't a doormat. So, as you were about ready to bolt....
"Stop Meiko." The violet-haired girl commanded, cutting in front of Meiko.
"But Jinguuji-sama, that pervert had you pinned to the floor." She pointed an accusing finger at you. "He even had his hand on your chest."
"Yes, he did." she answered coolly, smoothing the creases out of her blouse. "But what he said was also the truth. It was an accident." She then turned toward you and to your surprise, bowed. "I'm sorry for my subordinate’s blunt words and attitude. I ask that you might forgive her. She was only acting in my best interest, which I'm certain she didn’t mean anything by it.”
You weren't so sure on that last part, but you weren't going to refuse the olive branch. It was honestly refreshing that someone was being levelheaded in this kind of situation for once.
"It's alright." You scratched the back of your head. "I don't blame her. If I saw the same thing, I’d have had the same reaction. It really did look bad."
"Thank you for your understanding...Mr.?"
"Shujin." You quickly introduced yourself. "Shujin Kou."
"Ah, yes. Thank you Shujin." She beamed you a radiant smile. "I'm Mio Jinguuji, the student council president by the way." Mio pointed to her surly companion, who was still glaring daggers at you. "This is Meiko Shiraki, my vice president."
You nodded at their introductions, though you caught sight of clock as you did so, reminding just why you had been in such a hurry.
"I'm sorry to cut this short Jinguuji-san." The words came out of your mouth naturally, despite having no prior knowledge of Japanese etiquette than what you learned from anime and manga. "But, I really need to get to class before Matsuno-Sensei gets angry." And for you to escape Meiko's withering glare.
"Ah, yes." Mio nodded, looking at the clock as well. "Please get to your class then."
"Thanks." You murmured as you hurried by the two.
"Oh, and Mr. Kou." Mio called after you.
"Yes?" You slowed down a bit to turn around.
"Do try to be on time from now on. I would hate to have to write you up next time you're late."
"Yes, Buchou." You sighed.
Back in the student council room, Mio dismissed Mieko and waited till she could no longer hear the telltale click of her V.P.'s heels.
Once she was sure that no one was around, did she finally slump down on her desk.
'Oh my goodness!' Mio squirmed in her seat, heat flaring on her cheeks. 'I can't believe the happened. Did a student really just fondle me in the middle of school?' She could still feel the phantom tingle where his hand had been wrapped around her breasts.
'Wait! Isn't this exactly like the scene in "Heart-Throb, the Doka Doka Romance!"' Mio's eyes widened, and she reached into her desk to pull out a book- a single volume of a manga.
"H-How much farther?" you wheezed, barely staying upright.
(((Another half mile to go. Come on Shujin! You can do it. Show the world the stamina of the Harem Protagonist!))
You bit down on the growl bubbling from your throat on where the Narrator can shove that last statement, so instead you just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Each step felt like you were trying to wade through thick mud. This was a really lousy way to learn that Shujin had been no athlete. Sweat poured off you like rain as you crossed one street, then the next, and one after that as you got closer to the school.
It was just one thing after another today.
Hotaru's unexpected appearance had thrown your morning routine out the window, but you were rather proud of yourself that you somehow managed to shower, brush your teeth, change clothes, grab your backpack, and run out the door in less than five minutes. Maybe Shujin had to deal with this kind of thing far too often...and now that torch had been passed onto you. Though in retrospect, an energetic inventor breaking down your front door would probably be a monkey wrench for anyone's morning.
But, that minor bout of pride evaporated as your vision started to tunnel and you were about ready to pass out.
By some miracle, you crossed through the school's entry gate right before the attending faculty member slammed it shut behind you.
(((GOAL!!!)))
You were too tired to share the Narrator's jubilance, hunched over and sucking in mouthfuls of air as your heart pounded away like a drum inside your chest. You tried taking deep breaths to get your breathing back under control. Then your muscles started quivering from your frantic abuse of them, and your adrenaline rush began to fade. Again, this was a really shitty way to find out just how out of shape your new body was.
(((You should really consider working out after this Shujin. I don't think any of the heroines will appreciate you passing out on them after a short run like that. I think you should start with 100 pushups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 km run. That'll whip you into shape, maybe be a hero as a side gig. The ladies will definitely love you then.)))
You paled at the idea but were interrupted as a trill split the air.
*DING, DING, DING*
Your head snapped up as the bell rang.
"Shit!" You swore, forcing your aching limbs forward. "Narrator. Which way."
(((Take your first right, then head left at the second intersection. It'll be the third classroom after that...Uhh!)))
"What is it?" You nearly shouted. Anytime a non-corporal entity got excited, it usually meant trouble. "What's going on!?"
(((Event time! Event time!! Shujin turn to the right...NOW!!!)))
"Huh-woah!?"
You stumbled as you rounded the corner, your leg spasming just as you catch sight of another student coming round the bend, right before you crashed headfirst into the unfortunate person.
"Whaa!"
"Kyahhh!"
Both of you fell down in a tangle of limbs.
It became a bizarre wrestling match from that point as the both of you tried to extract yourselves from each other, only to collapse back in a heap as you got in each other’s way. Whoever it was, they were quite strong. You grunted as an elbow whacked you in the back of the head, knocking you forward into something large and soft. Reeling back, you yelped as a foot (?) caught you between the legs. The bedlam lasted till you made the winning move as you rolled over, dragging the other person with you then pinning them to the floor.
Your jaw dropped as you looked down on a female student.
She was absolutely gorgeous!
Bright amethyst eyes stared up at you, framed by dark locks of hair that you could've sworn looked shimmered. And weren't making this up either and it didn't seem to be a trick of the light- her hair actually did look to be a dark shade of purple, dark enough to almost appear black. You stared slacked jaw, vaguely aware of something pressing against your palm and you unconsciously squeezed it.
*Squish* Squish*
“Eep!" She squeaked.
With a metallic creak, your head slowly looked down at your hand, which was currently groping her enormous and dangerously soft breast. You mind went blank as you stared down at the largest pair of tits you’ve ever seen. It looked like she had a pair of volleyballs stuffed beneath her top...and they were incredible firm too. Her blouse must've been custom-made too, because it looked like it fit- no straining buttons or visible stress in the fabric. Just who....
"What the hell do you think you're doing to Jinguuji-sama you bastard!"
You and your thoughts were yanked back to reality.
Literally.
You yelped when someone grabbed the scruff of your uniform and threw you down the hall. You landed a good several feet away, bouncing off the floor before rolling to a stop. Groaning, you looked up to see just who had thrown you.
Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the second beauty helping the first girl up.
She was one of the tallest girls you've seen so far (though the only other girl you've seen was Hotaru). And much like the first girl, her hair was an unnatural color by the standards of your old world, being completely white. She wore glasses, but that didn't subtract from her beauty instead giving her that sexy secretary look. And then your eyes drifting down...
Holy shit.
If the violet-haired girl possessed a pair of volleyballs strapped to her chest, then the new girl had fucking basketballs! And unlike the first girl's form fitting uniform, the bespectacled beauty's top was standard size and did not fit her one bit. God, they were huge. Her blouse was left unbuttoned, showing off a cleavage the size of the Grand Canyon. Either this girl had no shame or no money, because....damn. It made you wonder why she hasn't been written up for public indecency. However, your sense of danger was sounding an alarm, so you tore your eyes upwards and gulped at the positively furious expression on her face.
Slowly, like a mouse cowering before a pair of lions, you got to your feet.
It didn't help that the two were significantly taller than you.
Why was Shujin shorter than half the cast?
"Do you have any last words?" the white-haired girl growled, her knuckles popping as she clenched her fists. She took one step forward, ready to pummel you.
"It was an accident," You pleaded, holding up your hands and taking one step back. "I swear it was."
From her expression, you might as well have spoken in another language.
You gulped, looking for exits. There was no doubt that this girl could easily kick your ass into next week. Retreating in this situation was the better part of valor and you sure as hell weren't going to let yourself turn into a punching bag for something you had no control over. Fuck all those clichés, you weren't a doormat. So, as you were about ready to bolt....
"Stop Meiko." The violet-haired girl commanded, cutting in front of Meiko.
"But Jinguuji-sama, that pervert had you pinned to the floor." She pointed an accusing finger at you. "He even had his hand on your chest."
"Yes, he did." she answered coolly, smoothing the creases out of her blouse. "But what he said was also the truth. It was an accident." She then turned toward you and to your surprise, bowed. "I'm sorry for my subordinate’s blunt words and attitude. I ask that you might forgive her. She was only acting in my best interest, which I'm certain she didn’t mean anything by it.”
You weren't so sure on that last part, but you weren't going to refuse the olive branch. It was honestly refreshing that someone was being levelheaded in this kind of situation for once.
"It's alright." You scratched the back of your head. "I don't blame her. If I saw the same thing, I’d have had the same reaction. It really did look bad."
"Thank you for your understanding...Mr.?"
"Shujin." You quickly introduced yourself. "Shujin Kou."
"Ah, yes. Thank you Shujin." She beamed you a radiant smile. "I'm Mio Jinguuji, the student council president by the way." Mio pointed to her surly companion, who was still glaring daggers at you. "This is Meiko Shiraki, my vice president."
You nodded at their introductions, though you caught sight of clock as you did so, reminding just why you had been in such a hurry.
"I'm sorry to cut this short Jinguuji-san." The words came out of your mouth naturally, despite having no prior knowledge of Japanese etiquette than what you learned from anime and manga. "But, I really need to get to class before Matsuno-Sensei gets angry." And for you to escape Meiko's withering glare.
"Ah, yes." Mio nodded, looking at the clock as well. "Please get to your class then."
"Thanks." You murmured as you hurried by the two.
"Oh, and Mr. Kou." Mio called after you.
"Yes?" You slowed down a bit to turn around.
"Do try to be on time from now on. I would hate to have to write you up next time you're late."
"Yes, Buchou." You sighed.
....................
Back in the student council room, Mio dismissed Mieko and waited till she could no longer hear the telltale click of her V.P.'s heels.
Once she was sure that no one was around, did she finally slump down on her desk.
'Oh my goodness!' Mio squirmed in her seat, heat flaring on her cheeks. 'I can't believe the happened. Did a student really just fondle me in the middle of school?' She could still feel the phantom tingle where his hand had been wrapped around her breasts.
'Wait! Isn't this exactly like the scene in "Heart-Throb, the Doka Doka Romance!"' Mio's eyes widened, and she reached into her desk to pull out a book- a single volume of a manga.
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