*Note: WARNING! This chapter contain some yuri. Yes, there's no yuri in this fic, I know so don't worry that is not yuri and at the same time is yuri... Is hard to explain, please read it and judge by yourself what I'm telling you.
And one thing more, this is the first and last chapter with yuri like this... please read it before comment something, please.
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Lala simply nodded at Haruka's pitiful expression, without realizing it was all part of a carefully crafted act—a strategy that had already lured dozens of women into Haruka's bed. Even someone as naïve as Lala couldn't detect the manipulation. Ehem, though honestly, it didn't take much to fool Lala. If it had been Momo, Nana, Yami, or even Mikan… Haruka would've already been rejected, or worse, beaten up—by you-know-who (Yami). But luckily for Haruka, she'd run into Lala, the most innocent of them all.
Excited, Haruka gently pressed and squeezed Lala's breasts, feeling firsthand the incredible elasticity of those perfect mounds.
"These breasts…! My God, they're the legendary SSS-class breasts! I thought they were just an urban myth!" – Haruka thought, amazed.
The elasticity was unmatched, the size perfectly proportioned for her body and height, and unbelievably soft even through clothing. The only thing she couldn't confirm were the nipples—despite her light fondling, they hadn't hardened at all, proving that despite her innocence, Lala was no easy prey.
"No wonder her boyfriend proposed to her! Who would ever let go of SSS-class breasts?! Even with all my experience, I've never seen anything like this!" – Haruka thought, stunned.
Ehem, the "breast ranking system" was something she and Souta had invented. Breasts were graded from F to SSS—F being disappointing and SSS being the absolute best in the world… no, in the universe.
They even had rankings for the appearance and tightness of vaginas, all with the same F-to-SSS scale. Up until now, the highest either had encountered were S-class, which were considered heavenly. Haruka had begged Souta for days to let her touch the S-class pair he'd found. They had a tacit rule not to interfere with each other's conquests, but finding S-class breasts was a historic event, and Souta eventually agreed—on one condition: he'd get to fondle her breasts and receive a certain favor in return.
Unfortunately, she was only allowed to touch them for three minutes, while Souta managed to finish in ten minutes just from Haruka's breasts, leaving a mess all over her face—she nearly gagged from the experience. Since then, Haruka had carried that frustration deep inside. But now? What would Souta think when he learned that Lala had SSS-class breasts—and that she was the one lucky enough to touch them first? She couldn't wait to see his envious face, begging her to let him touch them, something she wouldn't allow. She didn't mind if he touched her flings, but her girlfriends? Never. Just imagining his face when he found out she had exclusive access to SSS-class breasts made her grin.
Anyway, back to the present. Haruka quickly withdrew her hands and apologized. She couldn't risk making Lala uncomfortable or suspicious. She'd touched just enough to make her assessment, then stopped.
"I really hope the day comes when I can have breasts as big as yours…" – Haruka said, feigning envy.
She didn't need big breasts! She was perfectly happy with her body as it was—and her lovers often praised it, so she had no reason to complain. That didn't mean, however, that she disliked touching other women's.
"Don't worry, they'll grow. My sister used to have the same size as yours, and in a year she reached a C cup," said Lala.
Hearing that, Haruka raised an eyebrow.
"You have sisters?" – she asked, intrigued.
"Two," Lala nodded.
"Could it be…? My long-awaited sister sandwich might finally come true!" – Haruka thought, thrilled. "Calm down, Haruka. Step by step. Rome wasn't built in a day."
"You'll have to introduce me to them someday," said Haruka with a charming smile.
"Sure, why not?" – Lala replied.
If she'd known the truth, she would have immediately refused—after all, both her sisters were engaged to the same man she was, and they loved him deeply.
"But I don't really have a way to contact you," Lala said.
"Do you have a smartphone?" – asked Haruka.
"Yes, Akira bought it for me a few weeks ago," Lala answered cheerfully.
"Then I'll give you my number, and you can give me yours. That way we can message each other," Haruka suggested.
Lala, seeing nothing odd about it, agreed and exchanged phone numbers with her.
"Perfect! One more step forward!" – Haruka thought, excited.
After changing into elegant outfits, they went to a restaurant with excellent reviews online.
"Isn't this place a little expensive?" – Lala asked.
"Not at all. It's the least I can do for someone who spent her day showing me around the city," said Haruka.
Besides, her parents were disgustingly rich. She had so much money she could give it away. A dinner at a luxury restaurant? Nothing to her—she could buy the entire place if she wanted.
After sitting down, they enjoyed a delicious meal together, and once Haruka paid, they left.
"That was so much fun—and delicious! Thank you so much!" – said Lala with a radiant smile.
That smile was so bright it almost blinded Haruka.
"You're welcome," she replied with a gentle smile.
But just as they began walking, Haruka stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Are you okay?" – Lala asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, I just twisted my ankle a little. Could you help me get home?" – Haruka said, feigning pain.
Of course, it was all a lie. She hadn't tripped at all—just faked it. After all, what kind of person would abandon someone who seemed injured? Especially a friend.
"Of course. Where do you live? If it's too far, you can stay at my place for the night. Akira won't mind," Lala offered kindly.
"Tch. So they live together. Well played, Akira-san. Too bad for you—I'm about to ruin your fun," Haruka thought bitterly.
"My house is still under renovation. Could you take me to a hotel instead? I'll stay there until it's done," Haruka said.
"…Sure, but… is it far?" – Lala asked.
It was getting dark, and she needed to go home soon.
"No, it's only ten minutes away—the Longtan Hotel," Haruka said.
While eating earlier, she had checked for the nearest hotels. It wasn't a love hotel—too suspicious—but it was close enough and suitable for her "status," a 4-star hotel. She would've preferred a 5-star, but Sainan didn't have any that high, so it would have to do.
"All right, I'll take you there," said Lala.
With her immense strength, Lala carried Haruka on her back all the way to the Longtan Hotel.
"Don't I weigh anything?" – Haruka asked, surprised by Lala's strength.
"Oh, I'm a little stronger than normal humans, so don't worry," Lala replied casually.
For her, carrying Haruka was like holding a phone—barely noticeable. The shopping bags with their old clothes in her other hand didn't bother her either.
As Lala carried her, Haruka took the opportunity to inhale the sweet scent of her body—a fragrance so exquisite she could hardly believe it was real.
"I've hit the jackpot with this girl! I can't believe my luck!" – Haruka thought in delight.
When they arrived, Lala carried her inside and helped her check in for a one-week stay at the hotel. The receptionist looked on enviously, and Lala couldn't help but stick her tongue out playfully as she passed by.
The room itself wasn't bad: a double bed, bathroom, TV, a luxurious desk, heating, everything neat and cozy—perhaps a little small for Haruka's taste, but that only made it more intimate. After all, this would be Lala's "first time" with a woman, and it had to be special. Haruka always treated her women well—that much was true.
Once inside, Lala gently laid Haruka on the bed.
"Well, it's been a fun evening. I hope we can do this again sometime, but I have to go now. It's late, and they're probably waiting for me at home," said Lala.
It was indeed late, and Akira and the others would be worried.
"Already? Um… before you go, there's something I want to tell you," said Haruka.
"Okay, tell me quickly so I can head back," Lala replied.
"The moment has come!" – Haruka thought.
"The truth is… I fell for you the moment I saw you. So please, go out with me!" – Haruka said boldly.
Without giving Lala a chance to react, she kissed her.
It wasn't a long kiss—nor too deep—just enough for Haruka to gauge her reaction without overwhelming her. She wanted it gentle, not aggressive.
"Um… I didn't know you felt that way about me," Lala said, surprised.
"So you accept me, then? I know you have a boyfriend, but I didn't want to regret never saying it. I know it's selfish to ask you to leave him for me, but… could you accept my feelings?" – Haruka said with a bashful, trembling voice, her cheeks red. It was all an act, of course.
"I'm flattered, but I completely refuse," said Lala firmly.
Haruka froze. No woman had ever escaped her charms after a kiss.
"Can I ask why? Didn't my kiss feel good?" – Haruka asked, genuinely hurt this time.
"For starters, I'm not into women. And second… I love my fiancé deeply. I have eyes for no one but him, so I can't accept your feelings. But if you want, we can still be friends," Lala said gently.
To Lala, Akira was everything—her entire world. No other man, no matter how handsome, could compare.
"Haa… so I never had a chance from the start," Haruka sighed.
This time, she wasn't acting.
"I'm sorry," Lala said softly.
"It's fine. Anyway, before you go, why don't you take a bath? We've walked a lot, and you might be sweaty. It'll help you relax before heading home," Haruka offered politely.