âWhat is this person saying?â
I looked at Mikoto with those sort of eyes.
The jersey-clad Mikoto had her cheeks dye a bit red and said it again.
ãHurry, show meã
ãDonât wannaã
I immediately replied.
ãWhy?ã
ãOr rather, didnât you say if itâs a girl she wonât try to see? You said that just a bit earlier!ã
ãI did?ã
Psh, playing dumb.
I turned my face towards the T.V. deciding to ignore Mikoto.
ãEi!ã
When I thought I had just heard such a voice, Mikoto tried to lower my pants.
ãWait, wait! Idiot! Stop!ã
ãBe quiet! Youâll make Mama mad!ã
Damn. How did it come to this?
My clothes today are a long sleeve shirt and sweatpants.
I didnât wear pants that were even slightly tight since my dick is huge.
Because of that, my pants end up being super easy to take off.
Raising my legs, I defended against Mikotoâs attack.
ãWhy? isnât it fine!ã
ãNo way! You would certainly call it gross!ã
ãI wonât say that!ã
ãIn the first place, I have no obligation to show you!ã
It was at that time.
With large footsteps, the living room door was opened.
ãYouâre noisy! I canât concentrate!ã
Mikotoâs mom was there.
My eyes landed on her head of ruffled hair.
It was an obviously furious facial expression.
I, who was lying down rolling around on the floor, was holding Mikotoâs waist with my legs.
Mikoto was grasping the cuff of my pants like she was trying to take it off somehow.
ãâ¦You two, what are you doing?ã
As one would expect, Mikotoâs mom lost her anger at the current situation in front of her eyes.
After flapping my mouth open and closed over and over again, I told a lie on the spot.
ãWe are pretending to be pro wrestlers?ã
Why was it a question?
ãâ¦ã
Silence entered again, Mikotoâs mom looked furious.
ãIt was the same thing yesterday but you two look just like primary schoolers! Itâs fine so just be quiet!ã
Saying it over her shoulder, there was a sound of footsteps leaving.
ãIâm going home alreadyâ¦ã
When I let go of Mikoto, I stood up.
And then I opened the living room door and go towards the entryway.
ãWhy did you come along?ã
I turned my face backwards and glared at Mikoto.
Mikoto puffed up her nonexistent chest.
ãIâm going to your houseã
ãHaa?ã
ãEven if I have to wrestle with you, even if I have to do anything forcibly, I will see it!ã
Wanting to shout, I suddenly withstood it.
I put on my shoes. I left the entryway and ran.
Itâs fine if I come back later to get my bike.
Donât look back. That idiot is chasing me.
I arrived at my own home and tried to open the door.
But, it was locked.
Thatâs right. My family went to the bath-house.
I go around to the backdoor. The backdoor is always unlocked.
When I did so, Mikoto was standing in front of the backdoor.
Anticipating that the door was locked, it seems she arrived here before me.
ãItâs fine isnât it?â¦Let me seeã
Youâre still saying that?
ãDonât wanna. Or rather, why would it be fine?ã
ãArenât you thinking too much? When you were a kid, sure it was probably bigger than most people butã
Mikoto then cast her eyes downward.
ãIf itâs now, that isnât the case, right?ã
ãEh? Haa?ã
ãThatâs why!ã
Mikoto lifts her face and makes eye contact with me.
She has boyish looks but she definitely has beauty.
There is still time till the sun sinks.
Basking in the sunlight that started to tilt, a pretty boy- no, a pretty girl stares at me.
This chick, was she always this cute?
This is the first time I was bewildered at the feeling from a rom com template where the main character embraces their childhood friend.
ãThatâs why I will look at it for you. And then since I will tell you itâs no different than normalâ¦if I do so, wonât it get rid of your complex?ã
There was some truth to what she was saying.
But my dick is larger than normal.
It is much larger when compared to the average.
It would even surprise men from the Congo.
Also in the first place, I have an issue with Mikoto saying it.
ãHey, you. If you see mineâ¦How could you understand if my dick was normal?ã
ãEh?ã
ãAfter allâ¦if you havenât seen any other guyâsâ¦ã
ãTh-that isã
Hesitating, Mikoto replied.
ãI-I have! Of course I have!ã
ãIs that so?â¦you are a second year in highschoolã
ãTh-thatâs right! I am a second year in highschool! I know one or two guys!ã
I understand already with that attitude.
Mikoto is a virgin furthermore she hasnât seen any other guyâs dick.
If thatâs the case, there is no way I can show her.
ãItâs fine so, show it to me!ã
I donât understand why she became so stubborn.
In order to get away, I entered my house through the backdoor.
Immediately after, Mikoto also entered inside and chased me.
Going upstairs, I lept into my room.
I close the door and quickly lock it.
ãHey! Open up please! Open up!ã
Striking the door, Mikoto shouted.
The doorknob is shaken with a rattle.
ãYouâll break it! Itâll break so stop!ã
My house is old. Also itâs worn out.
If it is dealt with violently, the door will end up breaking.
ãI get it! I get it so! Calm down for a bit!ã
ãIâm fine so unlock it! Show me your huge dick! Show it to me first.ã
N?
Did she say first?
What does that mean?
There arenât people waiting in line.
ãStop stop! Thereâs no way I could show it! Donât give me a reason I donât understand!ã
ãYou do understand the reason!ã
I donât understand.
Suddenly getting a good idea, I cast my voice through the door.
ãAa, thatâs right! Then letâs do it like this! I will show you my own complex so you show me yours! Thatâs right! Letâs do that!ã
And then it was silent.
ãFine! You probably wonât show yours anyway!ã
She was unexpectedly confident.
Then there is still a need to push further.
ãAre you sure!? Youâre worrying about it, showing me that flat chest!ã
ãD-d-d-d-donât call me flat chestedââ!ã
Mikoto worries about her own chest being small.
She hasnât stated it herself but with her behavior I understood that.
Furthermore, Mikoto tried rattling the doorknob.
ãSee, you canât show it, huh? Then you canât see my dickã
ãAa! Fine! I-I get it! Itâll be fine if I show you, right?! Since I donât really mind it! I will show you! My tits!ã
ãEh, seriouslyâ¦?ã
I unlock the door and open it up.
The out of breath Mikoto glares at me.
ãThatâs whyâ¦you too, your dick, wonât you show it to me?ã