Episode 3: Meeting Kirika Misono-Harumachi! And a Fight for a Sweet!?
'I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm DEAD!' thought Densuke frantically, his head slipping into this young woman's large breasts valley. His chin was engulfed and surrounded by her soft boob flesh, so much, that her breasts were pressing against his mouth as his nose was in-between her boob valley.
'...Wow...she smells…like lavender...'
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Kirika shouted at him, his whole face now trapped in between her boobs.
'OH SHIT! Okay, come on, come on, focus here, FOCUS! Just answer her truthfully! Maybe she'll hear you out and understand?'
"Uuuuuuh..." Densuke droned out, at a loss for words.
'...And I can't conjure up a response...yeah, I'm so fucking dead.'
Then, the door to Kirika's door opened, with Komoe rushing inside. She went over to her big sister, her boobs bouncing up and down as she did so.
"Big Sis! Stop! What are you doing!?" Komoe exclaimed in shock.
"Komoe!" Kirika turned her head to her little sister, "I told you to stay outside!"
"Big Sis! I don't know what he did wrong, but he was just helping me get the key on top of your door!" Komoe explained.
"...What?" Kirika side-looked at Komoe in confusion.
"Yeah! I was on his shoulders and we fell! Besides, he's our new neighbor!" Komoe further clarified.
"..." Kirika turned to Densuke, in which the boy looked like his whole head was slipping through her breasts against the wall, only his eyes and his head of hair can be seen. "Is this true?" she asked him with a slight scowl.
Densuke, who couldn't really speak because his mouth was covered up with soft boob flesh, only nodded.
"...Oh..." Kirika said, her scowl softening a bit.
...
...
...
...Kirika leaned back and stood straight, letting Densuke slide down the ground on his rear with a thud!
"BLUGH!" Densuke just sat there, his face red, dumbfounded, and dazed just for a little bit, until shaking his head. He looked up at the young woman who was almost going to pulverize him.
'...HOLY CRAP! That tank top is way too small! It actually looks like a bra!'
"So," Kirika spoke out, getting Densuke's attention. "You're our new neighbor?"
"Uuuuh..." Densuke blinked stupidly, "...Y-Yes?"
"..." Kirika looked back at her sister Komoe, "And he didn't do anything...bad, did he?"
Komoe looked at her big sister in confusion, "Bad? I don't know what you mean, but no, he didn't do anything bad."
"..." Kirika turned her attention back at Densuke with a thoughtful frown, "...Okay then..." she rubbed the back of her neck rather sheepishly, "...Well, um...sorry about that, neighbor..." she used her other hand to form a fist to put it up to mouth as she cleared her throat, and used the other hand that was rubbing her neck to stick out for him to shake. Kirika then softly smirked, "Well, I guess reintroductions are in order: My name is Kirika Misono Harumachi! And you are?"
Densuke blinked again as he looked at her feminine right hand, waiting to be shaken.
"Um...D-Densuke. I-I MEAN-Mifune!" Densuke corrected himself, "D-Densuke Mifune!" he then stood up and shook her hand.
'Wow...her hand is so soft.'
"Ah, well, hello then, Densuke!" she said with a mischievous grin.
'...E-Eh? She called me by my first name?' Densuke's eyes widened a bit, shocked as his face flushed red.
"W-W-W-What? B-But, that's my first name...a-are we going by last names o-or...?" Densuke felt confused.
Kirika raised an eyebrow, but her grin turned into a teasing smirk, "Well, you're younger than me, right? How old are you? Twelve? Thirteen?"
'...Damn my height.'
"Um, actually, I'm fifteen," Densuke answered in despair with a sweatdrop floating down the side of his head.
Now Kirika blinked in surprise. "Whoa. No kidding? ...Um...you're pretty short."
"...Yes...Yes, I know..." Densuke sighed.
"Big Sis! Don't be so blunt!" Komoe said to her sister in a disapproving pout.
"Well, hey, I got to say it like it is, ya know, Komoe?" Kirika said as she glanced back at her with a shrug.
"Yes, but there is a limit!"
"Limit? I just met the guy, I didn't break any limit."
"No, I mean..." Komoe sighed as she leaned over, her huge mammaries hanging from her posture. "Nevermind..." Then, she stood right back up, letting her boobs bounce a bit, as she remembered something. "Oh! Actually, I got your stuff, Big Sis!"
"Oh really? Sweet!" Kirika said as she turned around at Komoe with a happy grin.
When she did turn around, her back was facing Densuke...
...And by some unknown force, Densuke's lowered his gaze to her posterior...
…And his eyes popped out of his head, jaw dropping down wide as his nose squirted out some blood. Luckily, he covered his nose with his hands so it wouldn't be too noticeable.
But Kirika's posterior...was...quite...
...LARGE.
Like Yuriko's butt was a little large...but this...this woman's behind was…
LARGE.
And it didn't look...fat. It just looked like it was a big booty that surely belonged to an Amazonian woman...girl? Wait, he doesn't know how old this Kirika is...
But still! Her red short-shorts were basically too...well, short! The back of her shorts was grasping her booty cheeks like dough, having no dimples whatsoever…
THE CAKE WAS REAL! IT WAS NOT A LIE!
And all Densuke was thinking now was...
'SWEET MERCIFUL HEAVENS, WHAT A GLORIOUS ASS!'
"...Oh. Why...thank you, Densuke..." said...Kirika?
...Densuke blinked with wide eyes...
'...Whut?'
Letting go of his nose, he looked up at the tall woman.
Kirika turned her head to look at Densuke, her being in an extremely long high ponytail(her hair is long), and gave him a most peculiar...smirk…
'...Huh? Wha…'
...
'...O-Oh no...did…did I just say that out loud!?'
"Nope."
"GAH!" Densuke exclaimed, having a heart attack right then and there.
"Huh?" Komoe peeked behind Kirika at her front, "What happened? I didn't hear anything from Densuke."
Kirika chuckled and said, "Nah, it's nothing, Sis. I just felt our neighbor Densuke here thinking that I was pretty," she turned her head and gave him a wink.
'...Wha-What the hell is going on right now?' Densuke wondered to himself as he stood there baffled with blinking wide eyes.
"Oh! You mean, you felt, uh...what Densuke was feeling?" Komoe asked, intrigued by this sudden development.
"Yep! And I have to say, Densuke, I'm quite flattered," Kirika snickered and turned to him, giving him a teasing smile. "Keep that up, and I might..." she paused for a second, as she glanced at Komoe, and back at Densuke. "Well, I might ask ya out."
...Danger. Densuke shuts down. He cannot compute.
"...Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What?" Densuke stuttered, feeling like he was in some sort of bizarre alternate reality where he was having luck with women...or maybe this is just a weird dream?
"Yeah. And just to let you know, I'm seventeen. Not too far apart," Kirika said with a wink.
'...What...WHAT!? SEVENTEEN!? She's SEVENTEEN!?'
"U-...Uuuuuuh..." Densuke says dumbly.
Komoe, though, looked a little...uneasy about this interaction her big sister and Densuke were having. So she says, "H-Hey! W-Would you mind helping me with one of your groceries, Kirika!? They're pretty heavy, and, uh, you're pretty strong!"
"Oh! Sure thing, Sis!" Kirika said to Komoe as she turned around to get one of her grocery bags. While she does, her butt bobbled a bit as she shortly powerwalked over there, which her boobs also wobbled from side to side, as Densuke could see from behind her.
'...Hoooo, momma!' Densuke had to not think-...
Wait...can Kirika sense his emotions?
Shaking his head, Densuke calmed himself down, not wanting to think...well, he would say lewd thoughts, but...that sounded like something a pervert would think and say.
...That, and his...nether region would rise if he thought about it for too long...
...While Densuke may be short, he...actually does have a-
"Hey, Densuke!" Kirika called out to him.
"H-Huh!?" Densuke blubbered and turned to the tall seventeen-year-old.
Kirika smiled kindly at him as she carried a bag of her groceries, "Just want to say thanks for watching over my Sis," she then smirked a little mischievously, "That's really nice of you, Big Guy."
'...Wh-Why did she say it like...like that...?"
"Uh...B-B-Big Guy? Wha-What do you, uh, m-mean by that?" Densuke asked a little nervously.
"Hm? Well, what do you think I mean as in Big Guy?" Kirika asked, now looking at him with a teasing 'really?' look.
...
'...Wait...Wh-...What did she mean by that? …What did she...What did she MEAN by that!? D-Does she know!? Ho-How can she-I mean, HOW!? I-I'm wearing-I mean, this is special underwear I'm wearing! She couldn't have...wait, did…did she…did she read my, uh...my-my feelings!? O-Or my thoughts!? Or...S-SOMETHING!? ...OH CRAP, IS SHE READING THEM RIGHT NOW?'
Kirika looked at him with a peculiarly raised eyebrow as Densuke was looking like he was having a panic attack.
'...WHAT IS HAPPENING!?' Densuke thought as he was shaking in anxiety, very much in panic mode.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down, it's just a nickname. I thought that would compliment you, since, you know, you're a short guy and all...sorry," Kirika said, slightly sheepish with an embarrassed smile and a sweatdrop.
'...Oh...it-it's a play on words...she's being ironic...okay...'
"Oh. Uh...n-no, I-I'm sorry, I was just...uuuh...y-yeah," Densuke said lamely, sweatdropping and feeling like he just made a fool of himself.
Kirika blinked at him...but then snickered, "You know what? You're a pretty funny guy, Densuke."
"Oh, u-uh, heh, y-yeah, I'm...um...I'm a barrel of laughs..." Densuke joked as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
Smirking at the young man, Kirika chuckled and walked into her kitchen, which was at Densuke's left.
...Densuke tried really hard to not look at her ass again.
'...I have to say, I'm starting to see the appeal of big asses now.'
"Hey, uh, Densuke?" said Komoe's voice, who was right in front of him.
Startled by the sudden voice, Densuke turned his attention to Komoe. "Oh! U-Uh, y-y-yeah, Komoe?"
Komoe stood in front of the young man with the other bag of groceries in her hands as she blushed and suddenly started stammering, "I-I-I, uh...I mean..." she looked to her left for a moment, the blush still on her face. She looks...embarrassed for some reason? Or maybe it was...some form of shyness?
"Huh?" Densuke then looked at the girl in curiosity. "Uh, wh-what is it, Komoe?"
"...Ummm...w-well..." Komoe shook her head, "I-I'm sorry! It's nothing! I-I mean, I was gonna say something, b-but..." she then took a deep breath and lowered her head to look at the ground as she muttered, "...Yeah, it's nothing," she looked up at him, a sweet smile on her face, "Well, either way, thank you for helping me with the groceries! Big Sis appreciates it too!"
Densuke blinked at Komoe's slight hesitation there, but he smiled back and said, "Oh, no problem! I'm, well, just your friendly neighbor!"
Komoe giggled, "Well, I'm glad to be your neighbor! So without further ado, welcome to the neighborhood, Neighbor!"
Densuke and Komoe both chuckled until Kirika called the latter.
"Oh wow! Thanks for the sweet curry bread, Komoe!" Kirika called out.
Densuke froze. Komoe blinked.
"Sweet curry bread? But I didn't..." Komoe muttered in confusion.
However, Densuke's mind went into another mode...
Retrieval Mode.
'MY FRESH SWEET CURRY BREAD!' Densuke thought in horrid dread.
And before Komoe knew it, Densuke was gone in a flash, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. He apparently went to his left in Kirika's kitchen.
"EH!?" Komoe looked to her right to see that Densuke basically 'The Flash' ran into her sister's kitchen.
Meanwhile...IN the kitchen...
"Huh?" Kirika uttered as she saw Densuke to her left, with the sweet curry bread in her right hand.
Densuke looked at Kirika with such eyes of intent, like he was on a mission. His eyes moved to the sweet treat in her hand.
"...That's mine," he said simply in monotone.
Kirika blinked and looked at the bread, "Wha? But this was in one of the bags."
"I put it there for safe-keeping. Now please hand that over. It's mine."
"Eh?" Kirika blinked, dumbfounded. She frowned and said, "But I like sweet curry bread!"
"So does everyone. I paid good money for that fresh one. Please just give it to me, I don't want any trouble."
"Wha-...are you serious right now?"
"Serious as a heart attack. Please, just give me the sweet curry bread."
"What the-" Kirika frowned deeper, "I don't see your name on it!"
"...Please...do NOT make this difficult," Densuke said almost in a threatening way.
Kirika put her left hand on her hip, giving him the stink eye. "Well, if you think you're man enough to get this sweet curry bread, then by all means, try and get it, Big Guy."
"...You asked for it," Densuke said with darkened eyes. He got into a running stance, bending his legs...and jumped onto the kitchen counter that was on his left, almost like an athlete, and landed his feet on the counter and ran alongside it towards Kirika!
Kirika, eyes widened in surprise at how high he jumped and how he was running at such an alarming rate, took away the bread from him as she turned her body to her right, letting her huge breasts sway to her right. However, Densuke dove his whole body forward and above Kirika's giant bust in hopes of getting his treat back.
She spun around, letting her boobs fling around to the right as she spins, while Densuke landed on his hands on the other side of the angled counter and did the most amazing cartwheels on the counter. As soon as he reached the end of the counter, he twisted his body around like a breakdancer, and he shot his feet and body backward toward Kirika.
Seeing that this guy means business, Kirika barely dodged Densuke as she looped her back, letting him shoot through past the bottom of her boobs.
She had to act now.
So while Densuke landed on Kirika's table, Kirika rushed to the counter and jumped, using her bare foot to jump on the edge of the counter, and leaped backward off of it, high into the air as she turned her whole body toward the young man. Densuke was on the table and in a rush, he ran on it to try to get the bread with a jump of his own.
They both jumped in what seemed like slow motion...
And at that moment...Densuke realized...that he really hated how he miscalculated that jump.
What happened was that in the midst of their jumps, Densuke flew forward into the air...and since Kirika is significantly taller than him, she can jump a little higher...
So high, in fact, that Densuke was about to have his face connected...to her front...which Kirika looked like she was going to cannonball-bomb him...
...Which she did.
Densuke's whole body jerked forward as his face hit Kirika's groin in between her legs. Then, almost as if she predicted this, Kirika closed her legs to squish Densuke's face while in mid-air. Soon, gravity did the rest as the taller girl smooshed not only her privates onto the shorter boy's face, but slammed her butt onto Densuke's whole face onto the tiled floor while squeezing her legs onto his head, with part of his upper body and neck being squished in between Kirika's huge booty.
SLAAAM-SQUUUIIISSSH!
Once she slammed her whole butt onto Densuke, Kirika had her legs out in front of her, just so her tall and voluptuous frame won't knock into the table and hit her legs on the cabinet doors. Upon putting her legs out in front of her, she squeezed her sexy thick legs onto Densuke's face, while the upper part of his face was shown...with his eyes bulging out, and having a mouthful of Kirika's...clothed 'lower lips'.
As she landed, her huge boobs flopped up and down jiggling a bit once the movements of her mammaries died down. She still has the pastry in her right hand...
The match was over...and apparently, Kirika won.
One would think the landing might bruise the bodacious hot and overly developed girl, but two things kept her from doing that:
One, she had someone to land on.
Two...she has some BIG cushion on those butt-cheeks of her.
With Kirika now on top of Densuke's face, she looked down at her cleavage with a disapproving frown, "What the hell were you trying to prove!? Huh!?"
...With Densuke's face being squished by thickalicous thighs and Kirika's lady part on his mouth, he can only do one thing...
...No, you perverts, he wasn't gonna do that. Good grief.
"MMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMMMPH!" The crotch of Kirika's muffled out Densuke's yells of protest.
It was then Kirika realized that she couldn't see Densuke's face thanks to her large bust. But she also realized...the vibrations of Densuke's muffled yells made her...front feel a little...happy.
"A-AH!" Kirika yelped, a blush on her face. "H-Hey! W-Watch it no-!"
"Big Sis!? Are you okay in there!? Is Densuke there with you!?" called out Komoe from around the other room.
"U-Uh, h-hold on, Komoe! D-Don't come in just-!"
"MMMPH-MMMPH-MMPH!" Densuke, who is dead-set on getting what's his(the sweet curry bread, just so you know), tried to squirm his way out, obviously making some commotion.
"O-OH! A-A-AH!" Kirika cringed as her she shivered.
"Big Sis!? Kirika!? What's going on!?" Komoe asked, majorly concerned.
'Oh crap! Komoe never usually calls me by my first name, she'll probably check up on me. I can't let her see me and this guy in such a position!' Kirika thought in a panic.
"It's-uh-it's noth-a-a-ah!" Kirika did not like how this was going, so she decided to do something drastic.
So, with her leg power, she got up with both her bare feet on the floor, letting Densuke's face slip off through her closed legs, and landed on the floor with the back of his head slamming onto the tiled floor.
"ACK!" Densuke cried out.
Kirika, though, stood there while on her feet, as she bent over and lowered her big butt onto Densuke's face, purposely slamming her booty onto his face! Without warning, Densuke's vision was dark as his face was pressed and smothered by a warm and soft feeling of feminine skin. Her butt squished all over his face, her posterior so large, that her ass cheeks were in between Densuke's whole head, the top of his head and hair being slightly noticeable if Kirika spread her legs. However, she squished that part of his head with her legs closing in again.
Densuke felt the force behind the pound and lay there in a daze for a moment...until he realized instantly that he couldn't breathe.
Wincing at the muffled yells under her gloriously big ass, Kirika, "I'm, um, I'm fine, no worries!"
But Komoe was already around the corner, her face showing worry, "Kirika!?"
As soon as she turned the corner, she saw that her taller sister was sitting down on the floor with her legs in front of her.
"Oh! Di-Did you fell, Big Sis!?" Komoe asked in concern.
"Uh...yeah..." Kirika lied. Densuke was still trying to call out under her butt, but his yells were getting weaker.
Although, that didn't stop Komoe from hearing the muffled noises.
"Huh? Hey...what's that noise?"
"It's, um...w-well that's, uh-"
"Oh! Hey, that's Densuke's sweet curry bread!" Komoe exclaimed in surprise.
"...Eh?" Kirika looked at the sweet treat in her right hand. "...R-Really?"
"Yeah!" Komoe nodded. Though, she looked at Kirika for a moment and looked at her in disapproval, "You weren't gonna eat that, were you?"
"...N-No..." Kirika lied, again...
"..." Komoe just sighed, "...Well, do you know where Densuke is? He went in the kitchen pretty fast...I wonder where he is," she said in curiosity, looking around the kitchen area.
"U-Uh, a-are you sure he's in the house!?" Kirka exclaimed.
"Huh?" Komoe blinked, "Well...I-I think so..."
"Well, I think he's outside!"
"He is?"
"Yep! Outside! Don't know what for, but he must be! I got to say, that Desnuke guy sure is a funny character!" Kirika said with a forced smile.
"Uh...okay...I'll...just check outside then..." Komoe said, looking a little unsure, but thinking that her sister wouldn't lie to her, she turned back to go to the den area and go outside.
...Once the coast was clear, Kirika scooted her booty back and let it land on Densuke's torso.
"BLAU-MMMPH!" Densuke started loudly, but his mouth was covered up by Kirika's left hand.
"..." Kirika looked at him seriously, "...Okay then...I've been told that this sweet curry bread belongs to you by my little sis, Komoe."
"...Mmph..." Densuke nodded while lying on the floor.
'...Dayum, this view up here is tantalizing, but right now, I have a pastry to obtain back!'
"Alrighty then...now, I have a question for you."
"...Mmph?"
"...How much do you reaaaally want this back? Now, I'm gonna let go of your mouth and you'll tell me, quietly, how much."
"..." Densuke just gave her a deadpan look.
"..." Kirika let go of his mouth for him to answer.
"...I paid for it myself. That would mean I wanted it."
"..." Kirika sighed in despair, "...Fine."
Kirika then lowered her right hand and gave the pastry to Densuke.
The boy blinked. "Wait...y-you're giving it to me?"
"Well, you bought it for yourself, so...here ya go, I guess," Kirika mumbled.
Densuke's eyes widened in shock and awe. "Wha...wow. Thanks!" And as soon as Densuke was about to reach for the bread, smiling and all, he looked up at Kirika once more...and his smile faltered.
Kirika looked...disappointed...maybe even...sad?
Her lower lip pouted as she looked away from Densuke, a depressed and despondent look in her eyes.
'...But...my...sweet...curry bread...'
...
But Kirika looked unhappy...and that made Densuke...
...Guilty...
'...Ooooh...damn it...'
"..." Densuke sighed, lowering his hand onto the floor in defeat. "...You know what? It'll just spoil my supper. You can have it."
Kirika snapped her attention back down at Densuke with wide surprised and hopeful eyes. "R-Really?"
"...Yeah..." Densuke mumbled, crossing his arms with a pout of his own.
"...Oh!" Kirika blinked, "Wow!" she gave out a happy-sparkling look, her eyes all wide and filled with stars. "Thank you! Aww, you're a nice guy, Densuke!"
"Yeah, yeah..." Densuke muttered, still looking a little disappointed.
Although Kirika wasn't paying attention to that, she was just happy to eat the pastry!
"Oooh, yummy!" When she was about to open her mouth, something in her mind made her stop.
'...But still, he did pay for this…'
Densuke lay there on the floor with Kirika on top of him, arms crossed, and quite frustrated...but he did the right thing, he would think. It was kind of selfish to say it was his this whole time...maybe he could have shared it, but it was too late now-
"Here."
Densuke looked up...to see that Kirika was handing him half of his sweet curry bread.
"...Huh?" Now Densuke blinked.
Kirika then began to say, "I mean...you did pay for it..." Kirika said as she muttered as she looked to her side, unable to look at the boy that she was on top of.
"...Oh...um..." Densuke looked at the half that was being given to him by Kirika, "...Thanks..." he took it from her and just stared at it for a second...
Kirika turned her head at the boy to look down at him. "I gotta admit, you pulled some pretty good moves back there. What kind of stuff did you learn?"
"Oh! Um...you know, just...I mean, I did gymnastics when I was twelve..." Densuke said, a little embarrassed to reveal that fact.
Kirika blinked. "Whoa, really?"
"Heh, yeah. I started to do some jumping practices and whatnot...I basically did all of that so I can breakdance."
"...Whoa...for real?"
"Hey, it looked stylized, I liked it."
"Nah, I'm not judging ya! That's cool, man."
"Oh...heh," Densuke blushed a bit as he scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "Thanks...sorry I kind of went ballistic back there. I'm, um...kind of serious when it comes to my sweets."
Kirika giggled, "You seem to have a major sweet tooth."
"Heh, yeah...I always play "rock, paper, scissors" with my little sister on who gets the last cookie in the jar.
"Ah, you have a sis yourself?"
"Yep. Name is Konoha."
"Aww, she sounds cute."
"Heh, thanks...well, we should probably eat this bread before it becomes even more lukewarm."
"Well, before we do...let's have a toast," Kirika grinned.
"...A toast?" Densuke blinked in confusion.
"Well, yeah! A toast of this new friendship we're sharing!"
"Oh...wait, we're friends now?"
"Well, if you can pull all the stunts that you did back there, then you deserve to be a friend in my book," Kirika said with a wink.
"...O-Oh...uh, o-okay!" Densuke stuttered, blinking a bit more as he looked up at her, her face still looking majestic...
"Awesome! So then, a toast!" she stuck her arm out to present the pastry to Densuke below her.
"Um...a-a toast!" Densuke then bumped the treat next to Kirika's. The young woman then squealed in glee and began to take a bite out of the bread.
She hummed in delight also, savoring the sweet taste of the treat...
...she was also rubbing her booty on Densuke's lower torso...which is where his groin is.
'...This is a veeeerrry somewhat provocative position we're in...'
As Densuke was thinking that, Kirika took another bite and moaned in sheer joy...and kept rubbing her butt onto Densuke's groin as she was lost in her sweet musings.
...Densuke was…starting to like this...
...which means a certain...urge is rising up below him...
'...Oh, shit.'
"...Hm!?" Kirika hummed in surprise.
'...Ooooh no..."
"...Oh my..."
...She sat there for a moment, while Densuke lay there for a bit...
"...Well...I think I was right on calling you Big Guy..." Kirika looked down at Densuke...and gave out an impish smile.
...Densuke wants to die.
"Hey, Big Sis!? I don't think Densuke is out there!" Komoe called out as she went inside the home.
'...God is using me as a comedy act.'
Big Sis? Are you there-oh!" said Komoe as she saw the scene with her big sister sitting on Densuke's lower torso, "...Um, Big Sis? What's going on here?"
Kirika, upon seeing Komoe has entered the kitchen again, said to her with a grin that doesn't look too suspicious, "Oh, nothing! It seems he tried to sneak up on me for that pastry and I jumped and landed on him! But no worries! We made up! We're sharing his sweet curry bread!"
"Oh...well, okay then..." Komoe then looked at the scene, feeling...envious? Shaking her head, she told her sister, "Well, I think you need to get off of Densuke, Big Sis, because he looks like he's in…pain, maybe?" she said with curiosity.
"Oh, sure! In fact, let's let our neighbor be on his way!" Kirika then gobbled up the pastry, swallowed it, and then...got on her knees as well as plopped her hands beside each side of Densuke, and plopped her HUGE bust on Densuke's face!
PLOMP!
'OH SWEET MERCIFUL-NO, NO, NO, NO, WHAT IS HAPPENING!?'
Meanwhile, Komoe looked on...blinking at the way her sister was acting.
'...Why doesn't she just get up from her feet? ...Man, sometimes Big Sis is weird.'
"Okay then!" Kirika said in a giddy tone. "That's your cue, Densuke!"
'...Wat?'
"You can leave now!" Kirika said with an 'innocent' smile as she looked down, "This kitchen loops to the den, so you can go over there in the back and out!"
'...Oh...OH! U-Uh, um, I-uh-wait, why am I stuttering in my thoughts?'
...Densuke slid down while her breasts were still on his face. As soon as he back-crawls away from her boobs, he goes down even further so he could lift his head up away from Kirika's crotch. As he sat up, so did Kirika as she kneeled and sat on the floor to shield Densuke and...
...Well, simply put, his big erected 'shame' is poking out of his shorts.
As soon as Densuke got on his feet, he saw the back entryway and gunned it.
...All the while covering his...bulge with his one hand(he's holding his sweet curry bread in his right hand).
And so, Densuke ran around the loop into the den and headed towards the door outside.
But not until he stopped when Kirika called out, "See ya later, Big Guy!"
"ACK! Bye-Kirika-bye-Komoe!" And with that, Densuke ran outside, zipping through a straight line to his home across Kirika's home.
...As he left, Komoe couldn't be even more confused.
"...Big Sis? You're weird sometimes," Komoe told her.
"I know. And I wouldn't prefer anything else," Kirika said with a cheeky grin as she stood back up, her boobs bouncing up and down, "Now come on, Komoe! Let's fix some supper!"
Komoe just stared at her sister...and sighed, "Okay then. What do you feel like?"
"Weeeell..." Kirika thought about it with a happy little 'thinking' expression on her face.
'Honestly, I think I'm gonna like my new neighbor...hehe!' Kirika thought with a smile.
She soon answered Komoe's question, "How about some ramen?"
"Oh, hey Big Bro! Dinner will be ready in-"
"YEAH, THAT'S GREAT, I'LL BE IN THE BATHROOM!" Densuke rushed in saying as he went into the restroom, closing the door behind him.
"...Why does he have sweet curry bread while he goes to the bathroom? ...Man, Densuke's weird sometimes." Konoha asked herself with a raised eyebrow. Shrugging at that she went on her way.
Meanwhile...five minutes later, he got out of the bathroom with half of his sweet curry bread in his hand...taking deep breaths.
"Hah...hah...haaaah..." Taking a deep breath, he let out a sigh of relief, "I...I think I'm good now..." Looking at the treat in his hand, he stared at it and just sighed, "...Well, that was pretty nice of Kirika to give me half of my sweet curry bread..." he chuckled, shaking his head, "Well, I guess bottoms up for me!"
"Nope!" Miss Mifune said as she passed by her son and picked his pastry out of his hand, "It's supper time! You'll eat your dessert later."
"..." Densuke had anime tears running down his face. "...Of course...right...I guess I'll just...heat it up once we get the microwave installed..."
Today had been...quite interesting indeed...
- END OF EPISODE 3 -
And that's the episode! Sorry for the wait people, I just hope this chapter was up to your expectations! I've also been busy thinking up what to write from there, so yeah, there's that. But either way, tell me how I did and whatnot! :)
See you all later! :D