You looked around to see just what the Narrator was talking about. Nothing looked out of place with your apartment complex... turning back to the street...

Okay, that was probably what the Narrator was referring to. Across the street from your apartment complex was a row of suburban houses, and directly across from where you were standing on your side of the street you could see someone struggling with several boxes.

Evidently someone was moving into the house directly across from your apartment.

You couldn't make out too many details about the girl, but with her back turned to you, you could see that she had long, straight black hair. You weren't sure if she'd been dropped off here on her own or what, but it seemed out of place that one girl was trying to move all of those heavy-looking boxes on her own.

Well, you didn't need the narrator to tell you what to do. If this was the game, then one of the options probably would've been to stand there and do nothing, gawking awkwardly at the girl. But you were the new, improved Shujin Kou, and you weren't going to just stand around doing nothing.

Besides, offering to help the girl was the right thing to do. Harem protagonist shenanigans aside, you'd feel bad if you just walked into your apartment while letting this girl struggle with her task.

No cars were coming, so you jaywalked across the street, coming up right behind the girl, who had dropped one of the boxes in front of her and was now panting, with her hands on her knees.

"Hello?"

"Eep!"

The girl jumped a bit, clearly not having heard you coming, before turning to look at you.

...Dang.

She was really pretty. Definitely 'heroine' tier. In an anime-style world everyone who wasn't outright ugly was pretty attractive, but as the Narrator had explained a while back the 'main characters' were all quite a bit more noticeable to you. And this girl was no exception.

Her long, straight black hair framed a gentle looking face; the girl's thin eyebrows and pale skin contrasting nicely with her warm, brown eyes... In other words, like all the other heroines you'd met so far, she had a very pretty face.

Oh, and of course her body was extremely shapely as well. She wasn't tall, but she wasn't short either, standing at roughly the same height as you, and her body was generally slender except for one noticeable exception.

Well, more like two big exceptions.

The girl's breasts protruded out from her torso like a pair of soft, rotund balloons, greedily filling up the space in front of her, still jiggling softly as the startled girl tried to calm her rapidly-beating heart. Her chest was very impressive without a doubt, well beyond what could be considered an 'average' size in Japan, though hardly the biggest you'd seen. In terms of 'volume...' you'd say she was maybe about the same as Jouko, who your Heroine Stat Screen had helpfully informed you was the proud owner of a pair of H-cups.

You wouldn't lie, getting introduced to another busty cutie wasn't something you'd ever say no to!

"Oh, um... I'm sorry, you startled me... Was there, um... something you needed?"

Right. You needed to reply before you looked like a creep. Or worse, were caught staring. Your intentions were pure- you'd come over to the girl genuinely intending to help her, but you didn't want her to think 'oh great, another guy come to stare at my chest.' Best to clear the air before the situation potentially went south.

"Well, not exactly. I was just walking home from school and I couldn't help but notice you struggling with your, uh, boxes?" You worded that more as a question than a statement, gesturing awkwardly at the assortment of large cardboard boxes on the concrete sidewalk.

"Oh, that's, um... that's nice of you to notice. I just moved here yesterday, and my parents told me that the delivery service would drop off most of my belongings today. Everything's all here, but... well, it's a little difficult moving everything into my house on my own. Some of these boxes are really heavy..."

"Do you need any help?"

The girl blinked at your question, a faint pink hue settling on her cheeks- though her blush seemed more from nervousness than embarrassment.

"Er... that's..." She looked back at the assortment of boxes, of which there was a rather significant amount. The girl let out a defeated sigh.

"A-alright, I suppose..."

(((Watch yourself with this one, Shujin. She's giving me serious 'shy girl' vibes. In that you could easily befriend... but just as easily lose your chance to make friends (or more) with her.)))

'Yeah, I'm... I'm getting that impression to.' You replied to the Narrator before speaking up.

"So, which boxes do you want me to grab?"

"Er, if it's not too much trouble, could you help me with this one? It's too heavy for me to lift on my own, but if both of us try..."

You followed along with the girl's suggestion, grabbing one side of the box and lifting in-time with her. Whew, it was pretty heavy; must've been something solid inside, like... silverware. Or some kind of equipment. You weren't actually sure what it was, but it didn't really matter.

You helped the girl carry the box inside, as with the two of you working together it proved to be much less of a challenge than if either of you had attempted it alone. The inside of her house- and it was a house, not an apartment, was rather sparsely decorated, though there was still much more room inside than your little apartment.

The whole process of helping the girl with her boxes lasted another ten minutes or so, during which you did your best to try and not get distracted by the way her big chest rested rather tantalizingly on top of whatever box she'd be carrying.

She was clearly getting a bit tired out, wobbling slightly as the two of you carried the last couple of boxes in. Unfortunately for her, her skirt caught on the door as the two of you passed through the doorway, and she went tumbling down!

"Ow..." Fortunately, she didn't look like she was hurt, merely winded, but the box she'd been carrying had opened up all over the floor...

Damn.

Quickly closing the door- you didn't want anyone who might've been passing by outside to see this, and you didn't think the girl would want outsiders too either, because she'd just spilled a box of clothes on the floor of her house.

Most of the clothes being bras and underwear.

You felt your cheeks heat up a bit, and as the girl squawked in mortification, you did your best to look away while she frantically scooped up the scattered unmentionables.

"U-um... please, c-could you please move your foot?" The girl's voice squeaked out, and this time the red hue on her face (much brighter than it had been earlier) was definitely caused by her embarrassment.

Looking down, you saw a bra trapped underneath your foot.

"Shoot, sorry!"

"Ack!" The black-haired girl made a noise of embarrassed dismay as, before you could stop yourself, you reached down and picked up the bra. Then a second passed and you realized what you'd just done.

"S-sorry!" You fumbled the large undergarment, and the mortified girl snatched it out of the air before it could hit the ground again.

The two of you were left standing there eye-to-eye (helped that you two were the same height), red-faced, and trying not to meet each others eyes.

You made the mistake of looking down at the box she'd placed the bra back in.

"Uh... are those all old? The straps on some of them look kind of frayed." Goddamn it. Thanks for that, brain. Open mouth, insert foot.

The girl in question just stared at you red-faced, unable to answer your question.

...It was technically a valid question- the large cups of the many bras looked to be intact and well-cared for, but the straps on some of them seemed to be in danger of snapping. What was up with that? A fashion statement?

Naw, it couldn't be. This girl, busty she may have been, looked like the kind of girl who'd hyperventilate at the thought of showing any skin or risque clothes to someone else.

"U-um... thank you for the help, but please don't look!" She finally managed to squeak out, snatching the box off of the ground and darting up the stairs behind her. Fortunately, you only had to wait about a minute before she came back down the stairs.

"Oh... I can't believe he saw those... Um... thanks for helping me. It made getting settled here a lot easier. But... why did you help me?" The girl asked, very conspicuously shielding her large chest with one arm crossed over it.

Okay, you were seeing where this was going. It was 100% a case of her thinking you'd only helped her because you wanted to stare at her huge chest.

Maybe the old Shujin Kou would've done that, but not you. You understood that actions had consequences, and while you were willing to play around with your powers for fun (and erotic) purposes, you had no intentions of turning yourself into a creep who couldn't control himself.

Plus... this was actually kind of funny, but if this girl thought you were interested in her because she had the biggest boobs you'd ever seen... she would in fact be dead wrong in thinking that.

Yeah, her chest was huge alright, there was no denying it. But in the two weeks you'd been here, you'd met at least 2 other girls who were about as busty as she was (counting Ruu now, thanks to you testing your delayed growth power on her.)

And you'd met no fewer than five women who were notably bustier than this girl was. Seriously, there was Mio, Haruko, Aki, Izumi, and especially Souko...

In other words, if she was transferring into your school... she'd find herself suddenly NOT being the biggest-busted girl around.

"What, was it wrong of me to offer?"

"N-no! That's not it at all, I just, um... never mind..." She trailed off.

You were starting to get the impression that she wasn't all that comfortable around guys...