The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [130]

“So, anyway… because of this and that, we ended up reconciling.”

After school the next day, in the Literature Club’s activity room, Kuroba Akira explained thusly to the mildly surprised Class Rep and the thoroughly astonished Aizono Momo.

He skipped all the details, jumping straight to the conclusion, which resulted in their current reactions.

Anri Hitomi recovered almost immediately, hardly missing a beat.

She approached calmly, took Akira’s hand in one of hers, Shiori’s in the other, and gently placed both together beneath her own. With a sincere, gentle smile, she said warmly:

“That’s wonderful. I just knew you two could get along.”

Shiroi Shiori wore an awkward expression.

After all, she and Akira had nearly broken ties completely before, so suddenly saying they were friends again did seem a little forced.

Still, Shiori genuinely had no issues with Akira anymore—in fact, she was now eager for even deeper exchanges with him.

She glanced toward Akira with a friendly smile and explained softly:

“Well… after a proper talk, I realized Akira-kun wasn’t really a bad guy with ulterior motives. I misunderstood him.”

“I see…”

Oh, so she’s already calling him Akira-kun… Aren’t they suddenly a bit too close now?

“As expected of Kuroba-kun. You’re really good at charming girls,” Hitomi teased lightly, turning toward Akira with a subtle smile that implied amusement at his lightning-fast conquest.

Akira scratched his cheek sheepishly—though, of course, it was merely an act; inwardly, he felt incredibly smug.

Shiroi Shiori is already mine! The biggest obstacle has been removed! From now on, the Literature Club is my territory!

Yet, before Class Rep, he kept these arrogant thoughts carefully hidden, remaining modest:

“Oh, it’s really all thanks to Shiori being so understanding. Otherwise, things wouldn’t have been resolved so smoothly.”

Indeed, Shiori was quite skilled at being “understanding,” although the only thing she’d truly understood was how to remove her clothes.

Class Rep’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, picking out every subtle detail in his words.

He’s already calling her Shiori, too… And that look Kuroba-kun is giving her is definitely perverted… Something definitely happened yesterday.

Shiori probably stripped.

And she definitely showed him everything.

Otherwise, there was no way their relationship could’ve progressed this fast.

Having revealed their bodies openly, it was natural their emotional distance shrank considerably too.

Though Hitomi understood perfectly and felt a slight sting of jealousy, she chose not to expose them. She had her friend’s dignity to consider.

“Huh? Ehhhhh?!”

Meanwhile, the slower-witted Aizono Momo had only now recovered, staring at them in utter disbelief.

“What exactly… happened?! I mean, I’m really happy you two made up, but… how did it—?”

She simply couldn’t comprehend.

Yesterday, the two were practically enemies, yet today they acted like close friends?

Remembering the perverted wager, Momo quickly turned to Shiori, whispering timidly:

“So, Shiori, did you really… do… um… a dogeza to Kuroba-kun…?”

She couldn’t bring herself to mention the nudity aspect directly—just thinking about it made her blush furiously. Momo was far too shy for that.

Hearing this, Shiori instantly recalled yesterday’s events. Her face shifted into a complicated expression—mostly embarrassment, but mixed with undeniable pride.

Because she had honored her wager! She hadn’t run away like a coward!

“Ah, well…”

Seeing her about to openly admit it, Akira quickly intervened to cover for her, breaking into a nervous sweat.

“How could that be possible? Of course we just laughed it off and made up! Right, Shiori?”

Snapped out of her memories, Shiori also realized she’d nearly slipped up. Thankfully, she reacted just as quickly, forcing out a smile and hurriedly agreeing.

“Yes, that’s right. After all, we’re classmates in the same club. It’s not like we’d really let things stay awkward, haha…”

Even as she said it, Shiori felt deeply guilty.

Because she really had stripped completely. She’d kneeled, even twice.

Reflecting on it now, she realized she’d acted like someone possessed, not bothering to cover herself, parading around shamelessly in front of him like some kind of perverted exhibitionist…

But he seemed genuinely pleased, his eyes glued specifically to her ribs and hip bones the whole time.

Though it was mortifying then, recalling it now made her feel strangely proud.

Shiori was constantly overshadowed by Momo’s oversized figure—placed side-by-side, the visual gap was undeniable. So she’d assumed no boy would ever be interested in her slender figure.

Yet, Akira had restored her confidence somewhat.

Seems like my body is attractive in its own way, huh?

Does this mean Akira-kun isn’t obsessed with big breasts after all?

Hmmph… Good taste on your part.

Giving him my worn panties was the right move after all.

After getting home, he’d definitely use them, wouldn’t he? Just like she’d done last night, unable to resist stripping naked again on the bed he’d lain upon, playing “in the snow” for the first time in a long while…

Shiori couldn’t help savoring the sensations again—last night had been the best she’d ever felt.

Though perhaps she’d relaxed a bit too much… which was why she woke up this morning to find she’d wet the bed. She hadn’t even wet herself during preschool naps!

That was absolutely a dark history she could never reveal to anyone!

Still, sleeping naked… was indeed comfortable.

Supposedly, it was healthier too.

Since nobody would see inside her room anyway, she resolved to sleep without pajamas from now on.

But I must definitely remember to use the bathroom before bed—I can’t wet the bed again…

Lost in her shameful yet pleasant memories from the night before, Shiori’s expression gradually relaxed, becoming softer and more obviously dreamy—plainly put, she looked utterly lovestruck.

Meanwhile, seeing the situation resolved smoothly and relieved her dear friend hadn’t suffered, Momo burst into joyful tears, her hyperactive tear glands flooding her eyes.

“I see… Thank goodness… Shiori… sniff…”

Momo’s sniffling snapped Shiori from her reverie, and with a wry smile, she gently wiped Momo’s tears away.

“Honestly, Momo, you’re still such a crybaby… You know this is good news, right?”

“Shiori~~~!”

Momo rushed forward, embracing Shiori tightly. The sheer force of her “body-slam” almost knocked Shiori to the ground.

“Exactly because it’s good news, I’m crying tears of joy! Sniff… Anyway, I’m just so relieved!”

Watching Shiori’s face distorted dramatically by Momo’s overwhelming softness, nearly disappearing amidst Momo’s considerable “assets,” Akira couldn’t help recalling a certain manga called “Getsuyoubi no Tawawa.”

Momo’s size was easily on par with Himura Kiseki’s famously well-endowed heroines.

I kind of want to see the buttons on her shirt pop off dramatically. That’d be quite a spectacle.

“Also! Thank you so much, Kuroba-kun!”

“No need to thank me so soon, Aizono-san. There’s even better news.”

“Eh?”

Still wiping the tears from her eyes, Momo tilted her head again in confusion.

Smirking lightly, Akira continued smoothly:

“I’ve asked Shiori to help polish my novel. Meaning, from now on, it’ll be a joint work created by the three of us!”

To produce a bestselling light novel, the Black–White–Love Triangle Alliance was officially formed!

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