Chapter 3: CH 3

Wednesday mornings brought a sense of calmness.

The usual train to work, the usual place. Through the window of the train, I could see the blue sky and the flowing scenery.

This was how Kazuto Sasamiya’s morning should be.

However, it seemed that these refreshing morning hours were coming to an end.

“Good morning. Onii-San.”

Here she comes.

The unperturbed high school girl, Yuika Yuibana-sama, was here.

Her head was really big1. Hold back, hold back~.

I would not lower my head even if you threaten me.

“Huh. … You’re here again. You never get bored, do you?”

“Ah. You said “you” again. Next time, I’ll call you Papa.”

“I apologize, but I really need you to stop.”

Yuika stood right next to me, which had already become her assigned spot, and leaned her back against the wall.

Standing right next to her, I could see how tiny she was.

But at the same time, from this angle, her large breasts also stood out.

If I was not careful, my eyes would wander to her breasts, so I had to consciously look at her face.

I really wished she could be a little more aware of how other men look at her.

All of a sudden, Yuika, who was standing next to me, grabbed my arm.

Also ……

For some reason, Yuika rubbed my arm twice.

So, it couldn’t be some kind of signal like Morse code …, was it?

Rather, wasn’t my current state the same as seen on the trains?

“Yuika. I have a few questions for you.”

“Just ask.”

Why are you looking up at me?

“I wonder what they call those poles that are installed as handrails on trains.”

“Stanchion poles, I think.”

“Ho~. You know your stuff.”

I see, I see.

So that was the name of that object you often see on trains.

“One more question, why are you using my arm as a stanchion pole?”

“It’s better to hold on to something to stabilize your posture.”

That’s right.

Trains would be unstable, so it was better to hold on to something, right?

No, no, no.

“… I’m not a metal pole, am I?”

“I’ve given you the equivalent of a stanchion pole to continue supporting passengers around the world. I think you should consider this an honor.”

“You want me to be proud?”

“You should be grateful.”

There was not a person in the world who would be grateful to be replaced by a pole.

This girl …, don’t get carried away …

I pinched Yuika’s thumb and tried to pull it off,…, but she desperately resisted.

“This …This …”

“…N~…Ahn~~…!”

It’s not working. I can’t get her off.

It’s a thumb, but what a grip.

But if I try any harder, I might hurt Yuika’s fingers.

I had no choice but to give up there.

“Ha~. … That’s okay. I’ll leave it at that for now.”

“It was futile to resist.”

Oh, man, can’t you do something about your cocky attitude?

Why my arm, of all things?

If you want to stabilize your posture, why don’t you just put your hands on the wall behind you?

Oh, by the way, yesterday you were talking about how stiff my arms are, what does that have to do with anything?

Ha~. I don’t know what’s going on with high school girls these days.

As for Yuika, she immediately brought up the same topic as usual.

“Hey. How far have you gotten with your kouhai who you are always on LINE with?”

I sighed heavily and replied in annoyance.

“You know what? I think you’re misunderstanding something. I’m a trainer, and I just want to maintain a good relationship with my kouhai. It’s not the kind of development a high school girl should think about.”

That was the obvious answer.

Kouhai was certainly attractive as a woman.

However, as an instructor, I shouldn’t be controlled by such feelings.

As a model senior, I wanted to guide my younger colleagues.

Like a typical working adult, Yuika replied to my splendid talk in a relaxed and casual tone.

“You mean you want to have sex?”

“What kind of image did your brain create?”

I wonder if there was ever a high school girl who could ask such a question without hesitation.

Or is this normal? How could it be?

“Anyway, there’s no such thing as romance. It’s only a business relationship between me and my Kouhai.”

“Yeah, I got the gist. So, Onii-San, you’re a late bloomer and awkward. But I think it’s okay. I don’t hate you.”

“For God’s sake, try to interpret it more normally!”

In the meantime, the train arrived at Seijogakuen-mae station.

Seijo Gakuin was a famous school for young ladies in this area.

Perhaps Yuika was a student of that school.

“Here we are.”

“Ahh… I’ve arrived. Then wait for me in this train at this time tomorrow.

“I’m not going to wait.”

“While saying that, he was an Onii-San who couldn’t be honest with himself and waited with excitement.”

“Don’t give me that narration.”

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Author’s Note:

I’d like to be healed by having my arm munched by Yuika (ouch!)  (T/N: Author, we think alike. I like you.) (Editor: A confession? tsk) (T/N: oh nah I only like you)