My Stepsister is My Ex-Girlfriend - Volume 7 - Chapter 3.15

My First Nipples

Mizuto Irido

When the afternoon portion of the sports festival began, Isana and I returned to the deserted tennis court. After all, she was braless, so it wasn’t like we could hang around populated areas.

She let out a sigh of relief. “I can finally relax.”

“Can you fix it somehow?”

“My bra? I’m not sure... Do you think it’d be possible for me to staple it together?”

“You really think I would know? Couldn’t you use tape or something?”

“Due to the lack of classes today, I don’t have any on my person...”

“Could you borrow some from a teacher?” Isana made a face at my suggestion. “That against the idea, huh?”

“Though I’m aware of how simple a matter it is to ask a teacher... I’d still prefer that to be an absolute last resort.”

“Nah, I get where you’re coming from.”

Relying on someone else was a last resort for people like us.

“I’ve no problem as long as you’re the only one around. However, I will say that not having the constriction of a bra is very pleasant. There’s no fear of my nipples showing either, so long as I continue wearing my jacket.”

“Can you not say that word?” I chopped her on the head.

“Ow! Heh heh heh.” She looked pleased for some reason. Then, she unzipped her jacket slightly and peeked inside. “I was quite surprised to find how thin the material for our gym uniforms is. My you-know-whats are poking out fairly obviously.”

“Why are you being so casual about this?”

“Take a gander at how visible they are.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Heh heh, I’m joking. It sure is adorable how purehearted you are, Mizuto-kun!”

“Y’know... You’ve been kinda full of yourself recently.”

“Huh?”

“It’s great how confident you’ve become, but...maybe it’s time you learned a lesson, the hard way, about the hierarchy in this relationship.”

“Huh? Huh?! Wh-What are you doing with your fists?!”

Just as I was about to press both of my knuckles against Isana’s temples, we heard muffled voices from outside of the court.

“Are you sure nobody’s gonna come here?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine!”

“Mmf!”

Isana and I looked at each other, stifling our breathing while turning to look behind us. Behind the net, in the shadows around where the emergency exit for the school building was, we saw a guy and girl we didn’t know embracing each other and...locking lips.

“Wah! Waaaah!” Isana’s breathing became ragged.

It seemed we weren’t the only ones who were skipping out on the sports festival. Perhaps it was only natural that couples would get like this during such an event. While I calmly tried to reason this out, things became more intense.

“Ah! D-Don’t!”

“Sorry, I’ll be quick.”

“W-We stop immediately if anyone comes, okay?”

Then, the guy began pulling up the girl’s shirt. I froze at the sight of the fully exposed bra of a complete stranger.

“Huh? N-No way, right? Here?! M-Mizuto-kun!”

“Whoa!”

As the guy’s fingers slid underneath the girl’s bra, Isana leapt onto me, knocking me flat on the bench. That’s when I felt something soft squishing against my chest. Looking down, I saw Isana, whose gaze was fixed on me, and two swellings peeking out from the collar of her shirt. Then, there was one more thing I could feel through her jacket. In the middle of the two soft, water-balloon-like cushions were two, small, hard...

“You can’t...” Isana practically whispered. “Your first nipples must either be mine or Yume-san’s!”

Who said that I haven’t seen nipples before? But also, I guess she isn’t specifying looking. In that case...

“Pretty forward to be including yourself in that.”

“Ah. W-W-W-Well, o-of course, I-I will relinquish the right to Yume-san!”

Too little, too late, dumbass.