"Hiyah!"

Chiaki grunted as she jumped up and slammed her hand down on the volleyball, launching it toward the ground, where Sayaka was unable to stop it from hitting the ground, winning her team a point. Her teammates cheered and walked up to give her high fives as the boys watched from the sidelines, waiting for their turn.

"She's surprisingly good, huh?" Hajime offered. He wasn't part of the class, but he had been able to stop by and watch.

"I think she's just motivated by the hope of her classmates to win, no matter what," Nagito replied as he crossed his arms and smiled. "Perhaps she's channeling her abilities as the Ultimate Gamer to try and use her skills from sports games to do her best to win, all for the sake of her friends. Ahhh…it's beautiful, isn't it?" When the boy was at the point of nearly drooling, Hajime laughed nervously just as the next round started.

Ibuki started the round on Chiaki's side, and she served it, and, despite Hajime trying not to pay attention to it, he couldn't help but notice how Chiaki's large chest bounced around wildly underneath her white gym shirt. His cheeks flushed as he tried to force his eyes away and be respectful, but every time she moved, and especially when she jumped, they seemed to go all over the place, as if there was nothing holding them down.

Hajime blinked. As if there was nothing holding them down?

That train of thought left him stunned as the ball came towards them, and just like before, Chiaki lunged, her shirt hem floating up as she went into the air. Hajime's eyes widened as the angle he was watching allowed him to catch a glimpse under her shirt…

…where he could see the soft underside of her breasts.

His face burned hot as she went back down the ground, her breasts falling down with her before shifting to the left and the right. His eyes were now glued to them as his mind raced with trying to comprehend what he had just seen. Surely Chiaki wasn't…was she?

Should he say something? Chiaki was known to be a little air headed at times, so perhaps she'd forgotten? But how could you forget something like that, especially with a chest like that?! Did that mean it was intentional? But why…?

Hajime was still staring in awe and confusion, his mind flush with ideas and images that made his face stay hot when Chiaki lunged one more time. The ball was very close to the net, but she decided to go for it anyway, and she jumped surprisingly high as she smacked her hand against the ball. As she was coming down, however, her shirt caught on the net, and within an instant, her body went down, but the shirt stayed up. Everybody watching—especially the boys—became shocked as the shirt raised higher and higher, exposing the sight Hajime had caught a glance at earlier. Her soft, large breasts entered into view, and for Hajime, everything felt like it was in slow motion as it went higher and higher, the sound of ripping fabric accompanying it.

Then, it happened. Just as Chiak was realizing what was happening, her nipples popped out, her breasts pulled down by gravity as they were mostly freed. Hajime felt a tightness in his pants as a dizziness spell hit him, his eyes locked onto the beautiful girl's lovely chest.

And as the old gym shirt tore, it eventually split completely in half, leaving Chiaki trapped for only a moment before the shirt separated from her body, leaving her completely topless. It was then that Hajime saw a tiny little mole on her right breast that sent the tightness in his pants spiraling into near pain.

She caught herself on the net, her cheeks flushed as she herself seemed stunned at what just happened. Before she could react and cover herself, however, someone screeched.

"Ch-Chiaki! Your chest! Let me—AHHH!"

Chiaki turned in time to see Mikan rushing towards her, trying to help, only for her to trip. The world was still moving in slow motion as she grabbed onto the first thing she could. Chiaki's already red face became even more red as both her gym shorts and pink panties underneath slid down her legs and collected in a puddle at her ankles, Mikan face planting into the ground with her grip on the clothes tight.

For a few brief moments, Chiaki's entire body was on display, from her large chest to her slightly bubbly ass to her shaved groin. Hajime's eyes drank it all in as his hands shot to his own groin, feeling the desperate urge to touch himself as he stared at the beautiful girl.

Finally, when Chiaki got ahold of herself, she screamed and curled herself up, burying her chest in her knees, though their size made them spill out the sides as several girls rushed to her side to both pry Mikan's fingers from the bottom half of her clothes as well as grab whatever remained of her shirt. Hajime also found himself running to meet her before he realized what he was even doing. When he got to her, she was being questioned by Mahiru.

"Why aren't you wearing a bra?!" Mahiru demanded, her face as red as her hair.

"Th-They get uncomfortable during gym class…" Chiaki bashfully admitted.

"H-Hey, are you okay?" Hajime asked.

"Don't look!" Mahiru cried, and Chiaki's face fell.

"Y-You…you saw everything?" she asked, and Hajime slowly nodded. Chiaki's face somehow turned an even brighter red as she covered her face with her hands and leaned back, letting out what could be best described as a cry of anguish. As she did so, however, she leaned back, which accidentally exposed her chest once more, making Hajime choke as Mahiru freaked out.

"CHIAKI, YOUR CHEST!"

After that, Hajime was never really able to look at Chiaki the same ever again.

And he had very vivid wet dreams.