Ritsuka takes off her skirt and blouse as she laughs. She’s defenseless as her dazzling skin is exposed. Of course, she’s in her bra or panties, showing everything.
“Oh, wow...” (Tsukasa)
Even though I had finally calmed down, my face became hot again.
“Why aren’t you undressing?” (Ritsuka)
“Why can’t you measure me without me undressing?” (Tsukasa)
When I was a boy, this was done over my clothes. What? Unlike boys, girls have some strong variations in their bodies. If I don’t undress, will I not be measured properly?
“Please take care of me.” (Ritsuka)
“Uh, okay…” (Tsukasa)
Let’s see. How do I measure this? Bust, waist, and hips. Is that right? How do I do that?
“I’ll need to touch you, alright?” (Tsukasa)
“If you don"t touch me, you can’t do it.” (Ritsuka)
That’s absolutely right. Well then…
“I"ll try not to look as much as I can.” (Tsukasa)
“I’d rather you look when you measure me.” (Ritsuka)
I can’t look away. Ku~ I have no choice but to prepare myself for this and do my best. I’m a girl too, so there should be no problem even if I do touch her. There’s no problem here.
I measure her with trembling fingers. Circling Ritsuka’s body with the tape, I measure her bust, waist and hips. It’s thrilling just to look at a girls curviness, but it’s also soft to the touch, especially the chest. The blood rushing to my head is making me lightheaded and dizzy. Ah, my nose is bleeding!
“Okay, I have your measurements.” (Tsukasa)
“Thank you. Let’s see. Good grief, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s grew again… Tsukasa, why are you pinching your nose and looking up?” (Ritsuka)
“Sometimes this just happens.” (Tsukasa)
I tap the back of my throat with my tongue and then let go of my nose. That was dangerous. A little bit of blood flowed down my throat and I can’t help drinking my own blood.
“It’s Tsukasa"s turn now.” (Ritsuka)
“Right… Eh!?” (Tsukasa)
Ritsuka told me while putting on her uniform. My turn next. My turn. My…
“Etto~ Can you do it over my clothes?” (Tsukasa)
“No, that’s no good. I have to measure you properly. Take your clothes off.” (Ritsuka)
“Hey, wait a minute!” (Tsukasa)
Ritsuka puts her hands on the b.u.t.tons of my blouse. She unb.u.t.tons them one after the other from the top. Then, before I know it, it’s open, leaving my chest, stomach, and other hidden parts are exposed to everyone.
“Wow. You’re so thin and white.” (Ritsuka)
“―― !?” (Girls in Cla.s.s)
”Hii~” (Tsukasa)
Everyone in the cla.s.s makes a noise at Ritsuka’s statement. Her eyes are glistening. My mother"s expression suddenly comes to mind. Ah, that’s it. This is the expression that Mom has when she looks me. I close the front of my blouse in embarra.s.sment. Everyone looks away with disappointed expressions.
“Ritsuka, I’m sorry, but could you reach under my blouse to measure me?” (Tsukasa)
“Alright, but you don’t have to be so shy.” (Ritsuka)
“I don’t expose myself in public very much. Ahaha~” (Tsukasa)
Because I just became a girl not long ago.
“Hmm. Okay, I"ll measure you from the waist.” (Ritsuka)
Ritsuka crouches down in front of me and puts her hand underneath my blouse, making sure that my blouse won’t move up very much before measuring my waist.
“Hyan~” (Tsukasa)
“Sorry, was the tape measure cold?” (Ritsuka)
“Uuu~ Yes.” (Tsukasa)
The cold tape measure hit my stomach and I lightly whimpered.
“You"re sensitive.” (Ritsuka)
“So?” (Tsukasa)
When the tape measure tightens on my stomach, Ritsuka, who can see the tick mark, says with a wrinkled brow, "What this?" I leave it alone and don’t ask because she seems to be in a sour mood. Next, she puts her hands inside my blouse. Sometimes when she touches my skin it tickles me. The tape measure is wrapped around my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
…Did she just rub my b.r.e.a.s.t.s?
“Oh my G.o.d! Tsukasa"s b.r.e.a.s.t.s are small, but they feel nice and soft.” (Ritsuka)
While I was considering that, she boldly holds both of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s in her hands.
“Ritsuka, wait a minute, ahh~, stop! Don’t touch me there!” (Tsukasa)
“―― !?” (Girls in Cla.s.s)
”Hii~” (Tsukasa)
Everyone is looking at me again while I squirm. Only this time, everyone"s eyes are bloodshot. No, now I have to stop Ritsuka rather than worry about that.
“Ritsuka, it’s time to stop! Ahh~ If you don’t stop, I’ll get angry!” (Tsukasa)
“Eh? A little longer.” (Ritsuka)
“Ugh, a little more. Fuu~” (Tsukasa)
I squeeze my forefinger to suppress my voice. One of the girls come to the front and raises her hand.
“Tsukasa, I want to touch you too!” (Girl from cla.s.s)
“Me too!” (Girl from cla.s.s)
Then another one says, “Let me touch you.” How did I become a candidate for this!?
“No. Tsukasa, are you in trouble?” (Ritsuka)
Aren’t you already troubling me?!
“Besides, this is my privilege for having a close attendance number.” (Ritsuka)
“There’s no need to say that!” (Tsukasa)
“No? It’s no good?” (Girl from cla.s.s)
The cla.s.smate who is refused by Ritsuka has a disappointed expression and drops her shoulders. Why do you have an expression as if the world has come to an end? I’m really happy when Ritsuka finally releases my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I’m even breathing hard.
Now that my b.r.e.a.s.t.s have been measured, my hips are now up. While I b.u.t.ton up my blouse, I could hear a disappointed voice from somewhere. Look at your own if you want to look so much.
My hips can be be measured with me still wearing my skirt. In addition, I slap Ritsuka and mutter, “I hope it was worth it.” Let’s get this over with.
With that, my measurements were finally taken.
“Two wins and four losses. It’s a total rout...” (Ritsuka)
Ritsuka gets on her knees and bows her head. That’s what I want to do. Hey, I’m the one that won’t be able get married. At least you’ll be able to experience it. That’s not right, because I’ve only been touched by Ritsuka. Let’s a.s.sume it’s all good. Yeah.
(TN: Ah, the venerable, “I can’t be a bride” shtick! Good job author!)
After this is the medical exam. Now, we have to take a short walk to see the doctor. I’ll be seen by a doctor, but that’s better than someone I know because they are total strangers. When a cold stethoscope is put on my chest, I just about let out a strange sound, but I’m able to stop myself. Then he tells me, “If you are wearing contacts you’ll need to take them out, so I can look at your eyes.” I hesitate, but this is an examination, and I put the contact lens for my left eye in my case. It’s the first time I have shown my left eye to anyone outside of my family. I wonder what his reaction will be. I let out a quiet, "Oh..." When he sees my eyes, he tells me, "I"m sorry. I didn’t hear you because your eyes are so beautiful.” While wondering why the doctor would make an statement on a patient"s physical characteristics, I reply "I don"t care".
Once the examination is over, I say thank you and leave the room. I have my left eye closed because there isn’t a mirror near, and I return to Ritsuka, whose examination ended before mine.
“What"s wrong with your left eye?” (Ritsuka)
“It’s nothing to worry about.” (Tsukasa)
While answering, I begin walking back to the cla.s.sroom. I think about how to go to the restroom and work on how I to get her to go back to the cla.s.sroom first.
No matter what I thought of, she’s likely to come to the restroom with me, so I daringly invited her to the restroom. After she entered a stall, I hurriedly put my contact back in. It’s a successful operation, although it did make my eye tear up. However, I never expected Ritsuka, who comes out of the stall and sees my tears, to become upset and take me by my shoulders to ask, “What is it?”