Aha! Another fic that wrapped around my brain until I wrote it. I blame my Co-Author, KaliYugaFan, for this.
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Issei Hyoudou was debating his actions. Something about how those girls reacted when he peeped at them bugged him. He certainly wasn't afraid to say that they were all attractive females and he was peeping for the express reason of getting an eyeful of boobs, but the way they shrieked. The way their tears went down their eyes, even while they beat him up… It didn't sit right with him. It didn't sit right with him at all.
'How can I act on these perverted urges and peep at them if it'll make them cry? Is this really who I want to be?'
Issei's internal thoughts would soon be answered.
Like any other day, Issei Hyoudou was on the train home from school with his friends, Motohama and Matsuda, discussing what they loved.
Girls.
Or to be more specific, the different parts of a girl that they declared made them unmatched. Matsuda, who declared himself a lolicon, argued that small and petite figures were the superior female form.
"Guys, think about it. While yes, boobs are nice, it's much more sexy for your lady to be small enough to sit in your lap!"
"That's bullshit!" announced Motohama, who appreciated all 3 sizes of a woman equally. With his ability to calculate a female body's measurements from just a glance, he proudly boasted of his ability and put it to use regularly. "While lolis have nice butts and hips, the boobs are way too important to be forgotten. Also, aren't you the most athletic one out of us? If you're too weak for a girl our age to sit in your lap, I think you've been slacking a bit!"
"I agree, Motohama," announced Issei Hyoudou, proud boob connoisseur and future harem king… or so he claimed. "You can't just leave out the boobs because you are too weak, Matsuda! Boobs are made with the dreams of all mankind. They're my sole reason for my goal of harem king! But... I suppose I can also appreciate small boobs as well," Issei, announced loudly, whispering the last comment.
"Gah," Motohama grunted, spitting out blood. "I can't believe you'd betray me like that! Did you forget your love of big, voluptuous boobs? What's this sacreligious talk of enjoying flat chests!"
"It's not like that! Flat chests are definitely inferior to big boobs, but smaller boobs can also be enjoyed, I think," Issei clarified.
Matsuda snickered. "You two just haven't seen the light yet. Flat chests just emphasize the nice and small form of a lady. Large boobs just ruin their figure!"
Issei and Motohama gave each other a blank stare. This was a point of contention among Issei and Motohama against Matsuda. While Issei and Motohama respected Matsuda for being vocal about his desires, they felt that he was deeply and tragically misguided.
Issei put a hand on Matsuda's shoulder. "It's going to be alright Matsuda. We'll cure you one day. Soon, you will sing the praises of large breasts with us!"
Motohama put a hand on Matsuda's other shoulder, "You're going to be fine brother. Maybe I'll teach you my technique in celebration… at least, once you see the error of your ways."
"Screw you guys! I didn't give up sports for boobs! I gave it up for the slender, cute figures of grade schoolers!" announced Matsuda.
While the three of them hadn't noticed, people had started to scoot away from them in the train. Mothers tried to cover their children's ears so they didn't listen to them, businessmen turned their heads to look away from the degenerates, school girls backed away from them and badmouthed them, etc etc.
But those three didn't care. They were in their own world, dictated by their libido and fantasies, and they were proud of it.
"Hey did you hear about some recent juicy news?" Motohama asked the two.
"What's up? Do you have some new premium videos to show us? A new eroge to complete together?" asked Issei.
"Are there some rumours surrounding our school? Please don't tell me that one of the shitty Riajus got a girlfriend!" Matsuda pleaded.
"No, no, no, and no!" said Motohama. "The news is that," he paused for dramatic effect, "Kuoh Academy is turning co-ed!"
"KUOH ACADEMY IS TURNING CO-ED?" yelled out Issei and Matsuda in surprise.
"Isn't that the school with a bunch of hotties with hourglass figures and most importantly, big boobs!" asked Issei.
"Doesn't Kuoh Academy have a junior high as well, with potential for some prime A-tier lolis?" asked Matsuda.
"A-tier? Why not S-tier?" Motohama asked.
"They wouldn't be grade school lolis." explained Matsuda.
An awkward silence followed that answer before Motohama stumbled over his words, saying, "Pft, bu-, Well, besides from that comment about S-tier lolis, you're both right! And since I'm of course, as smart as I am, it'll be a cinch to get int!"
"I could probably get in with some of my previous sports credits," said Matsuda, hopeful.
"I, uh, could study?" said Issei.
"Bwahahaha!" The two laughed at him.
"I'm sorry, Issei, but you'll have to pull a miracle to get in. Don't worry, even if you aren't there with us, we'll enjoy the garden of Edens for you," snickered Motohama as he gave his rather ordinary friend a smug side-glance.
The train eventually came to a rolling stop. Given that it was their stop in particular, Issei's two friends disembarked, waving as they did so. As Matsuda left, he turned to Issei. "Don't beat yourself up about it, Issei. We might share some pictures we take of the girls there. Don't be jealous though if we bag one!" He grinned as he walked off, soon out of sight of the despondent teen.
Issei sank further into his seat, more than just a little angry about their comments. 'They doubt that I can get into Kuoh? I'll show them! I'll study my ass off if it means I get to see those glorious breasts every day!' And after that inward declaration, much more profound in his head than it would be to anyone else if they could have heard it, Issei just sat, waiting patiently for his stop to come.
From the corner of his eye, the brunette could spot one of his classmates, a girl with medium-grade boobs. Not too small nor big. For the life of him, he just couldn't quite recall her name.
His eyes would've wandered away from her since there were other girls on the train, many with bigger and more immediately eye-catching boobs, but something caught his attention.
There was a man staring intently at his phone, sitting near the girl. Issei noted the flushed look of the man and the angle that he was pointing his phone, and his fist tightened instinctively, trimmed nails biting into flesh for a moment.
'This guy is trying to take up-skirt pictures of her panties.'
The girl didn't seem to notice the guy as she was faced the other way, looking at her phone. Issei couldn't believe someone would do such a thing! A grown man, perving on a high school girl! Issei respected perverts being open with their desires, but in no way did he approve of this level of 'openness'!
Issei looked at the girl again. He tried to get up to tell her, he really did. He wanted to punch the old perv's skull in for what he was doing! He wanted to be a hero like figures from the manga that he read.
But that was just wishful thinking on his part, an idle daydream that he could ever do such a thing. 'I want to do something, but what good could I do intervening? Even if I did tell that guy off, he looks pretty tough for an old guy. I might get beat up! I don't exactly have a good reputation either…'
Issei could only stare begrudgingly at the old perv as his flushed face started sweating further at his actions. His phone angled down lower, lower, and lower until…
The girl had taken the phone, mockingly saying, "You were doing something with this?" She then turned to everyone else on the train and shouted, "This man tried to take pictures of my underwear, please don't let him escape!"
Issei let out a sigh of relief. He was glad that the girl could handle it herself.
(-)
After the train had gone to the next stop, the police were notified and the perverted old man had been taken in. Issei had stuck around to watch the man face the police, the two officers frog-marching the indignant pervert out of sight, and hopefully to a station to be processed. The girl had given the pervert's phone over to the two uniformed men for evidence, so she was still nearby.
Issei found himself mostly satisfied with these courses of events, so he turned around to leave. He took one step before hearing, "You could've said something, y'know? You obviously saw what was going on, Issei."
Issei turned his head to find the girl behind him, talking to him. She must have recognized him on the train. Trying to explain himself, the brunette stammered out, "I-uh wanted to say something, but I wasn't sure if you'd believe me. I don't have the best reputation at school after all. Haha," Issei let out a forced laugh.
The girl tilted her head, her ponytail bouncing slightly to the side. "I'd believe you, Issei. Despite your acts of perversion, you're a pretty swell guy. You do have a point though," she said, turning to leave. "If you had a better reputation, you could've stepped up with no problems. It's kind of easy to see you in that man's place trying to take pictures of me. You've done it before, after all. Anyway, I gotta get home. Despite your inactivity in taking charge when that man was trying to take pictures of my panties, your staring at the man allowed me to realize what was happening, so thanks for that."
"A-ah," Issei said, stunned by the girl's bluntness. He didn't know how to react to all of that. Anger for being compared to an old guy like him perving like that? Shame for being a hypocrite, disliking that man's actions? Issei's thoughts were a jumbled mess of things. Thankfully he didn't need to react to the girl's statements, or at least she didn't wait for him to respond.
She had already turned the corner to another street, now out of view. Issei decided to head home.
While walking, Issei couldn't help but run through scenarios in his head of what he could have done. In all of them, it involved him getting off of his lazy ass and confronting the guy, but that simply left the girl's words from earlier.
"If you had a better reputation, you could've stepped up with no problems. It's kind of easy to see you in that man's place trying to take pictures of me. You've done it before, after all."
The first part really made Issei feel guilty. Issei's popularity in school was only really limited to a few friends, even in his youth. So aside from Motohama and Matsuda, Issei was never really the most social with his classmates. Issei was still a pervert, and an open one at that.
With that being said, the second part really hurt the boy. 'Who wants to be compared to th-that thing! That trash of a human being, invading a girl's personal boundaries to placate his horniness! … What am I even thinking! I'm the same as him, peaking at the girls' locker room, trying to sate my own fucked up nature. And I have the gall to try to act as if I'm better than him? I'm exactly the same.'
Depressed by his own realization, Issei opened the door to his house robotically.
"Oh? You're home? How was school?" asked his mom.
Murmuring a halfhearted "fine," Issei asked himself some more questions as he walked up the stairs to his room. 'What if a pervert had peeked at his mom?' She was fairly attractive, although you won't hear him say that out loud. 'But what kind of man am I going to be if I'm going to accept men like that perving on my mom? How could I live with myself, burrowed in the shame of being such a screw up in life?'
Issei collapsed on his bed. 'An easy answer. Issei Hyoudou will smack anyone who tried to peek at his mom. Issei Hyoudou is going to be a man that won't accept any behavior of that kind. ISSEI HYOUDOU WILL NO LONGER BE A SCREW UP!'
Sitting up in his bed now, Issei's thoughts were moving a mile a minute. 'Boobs are still amazing, Kuoh Academy is still my goal, I'm. Still. Me. But no longer will I be a part of that utter shitty bottom-of-the-barrel behavior. Not if I want to be proud of who I am.'
Issei took a look at all his perverted belongings. Porn magazines, Hentai DVDs, Porn DVDs, Eroges. Issei no longer wanted to show off his collection to anyone. Putting some force behind his movement, he gathered all of it, all the evidence of his nature ,and put it into a box that he tucked away into his closet.
Issei then gathered his school books and laid them across his desk. 'If I want to make it into Kuoh Academy, I'll have to study for it. Even if I'm going to change, I'll still appreciate the female form there. So I might as well get to it!'
The brunette found a mostly-clean notebook, scanning over it to make sure that it wasn't laden with any idle doodles of breasts or cheat-codes for his favorite eroges. Wouldn't do to mix in the porn notebooks with his school-notes, the teen thought with a wry chuckle. Once he was sure, or at least mostly sure, that the book was clean, Issei flipped open the first of his many textbooks, thumbing through the pages until he got to the chapter that he wanted.
"Introduction to Trigonometry, huh? How hard can it be?" He thought, hunching slightly as he got to work.
Five soul-crushing hours later, the teen collapsed back into his chair, slouching as he took on a pose not dissimilar to a slug in order to relax his battered and weary spine. "Fuck… Pretty fucking hard." He rasped out, a shaky hand stretching the impossible distance that was the two and a half feet to the glass of water on his desk.
Though the odds seemed dire and the circumstances were pressing, somehow, miraculously, Issei Hyoudou did not in fact literally die from having to learn mathematics. He did, however, chug his glass of water far too quickly and almost choked to death, sputtering as he stood up to go cough into the bathroom.
Alerted by the noise of their son's general idiocy, Miki and Gorou chuckled quietly to themselves downstairs. The matriarch of the Hyoudou household moved through their home in a tornado of skirts and apron-laces, bustling about from one section of their open-air kitchen and living room to the next as she enforced order among the dust mites and the unruly stains that plagued any home.
The housewife found solace in their happy little family; after so many years of trying and failing to produce a child, the two of them certainly babied their dear honest child, perhaps too much if Miki were to be honest. Finding an opportunity to see what her boy was up to, the brown-haired woman made her way up the stairs, peering rather owlishly at what stood before her.
Issei, hunched over the bathroom sink, was hacking and coughing as he spit up the water that he had practically inhaled. Miki sighed good-naturedly, coming up behind her son with nary a sound, and gave him a quick chop to the back, right between his shoulder-blades.
All at once, the teen coughed harshly, expelling the rest of his ill-fated journey for hydration after studying. "Oh God," he blubbered out in between wheezes. "I thought I was going to die!"
"Not before I get any grandchildren, you're not." Replied his mother easily, grinning easily as she rubbed slow circles into the teen's back. After a few minutes, Issei had managed to calm down, wiping the spittle and snot from his face with the back of his hand for just a moment before his mother's slight but deadly glare caused him to lower his hand sheepishly and use a towel instead.
"So what caused all of this then?" His mother asked, one hand cocked on her hip as she looked at her son.
"I was just studying," Issei replied, almost mulish with his retort. He wasn't paying attention, it wasn't that big of a deal!
"Oh? And why so studious all of a sudden, sweetheart?" She asked, inwardly rejoicing at the sadly uncommon behavior from her son. Issei, for all of his sweetness and honesty and consideration of others, was hardly what Miki could call a bookish child. The only things he usually studied were the filthy magazines that she all-too-often had to confiscate from his room.
Issei blinked, staring at his mother as he stood up a little straighter. In fact, he hadn't even realized it quite yet, but he actually stood over her by a few inches, his habitual poor posture leading to the semblance of being much smaller. In reality, with his shoulders back and his chest held high, the young man almost towered over his mother.
With a new-found determination in his heart, and the weight of a true promise in his voice, Issei responded after a moment of deliberation. "I'm going to study hard, and I'm going to ace my exams, and I'm going to get into Kuoh Academy!"