When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"What?"

"...How old are you this year?" Thinking of Takamiya Mana's character, which is far from the 44 years old in the identification technique, Yong Ye was a little curious about Mana's age.

"Age? Hmm..." Zhena tilted his head blankly, not understanding why Yongye suddenly asked this question, but he didn't hide it, or said he didn't feel the need to hide it, so he just said it outright. The age she thinks she is: "Thirteen or fourteen, what's the matter?"

"No, just a little curious."

"Ah, don't tell me you're the kind of person who doesn't consider a woman over fourteen years old to be a woman? Yuma really..."

"How is it possible! Why is my taste misunderstood to such an extent?! A child like you is not a woman in my eyes!"

Although he has been suspected several times before, Yong Ye firmly believes that he is normal, and in fact he naturally does not have that kind of strange interest.

Well, probably not.

No... Absolutely nothing.

"...It's a little reassuring to deny it, but it always feels a little angry to be completely denied..."

Staring at Yong Ye and touching his chin, Zhen Na said to himself that he was a little confused about his state of mind.

But after looking at the clock in the shop, she quickly calmed down and was about to say goodbye, but when she looked at the rain that was getting bigger and bigger outside the window, she seemed to have a headache again.

"Here you are."

Seemingly seeing Mana's troubles, Yong Ye handed over the spare umbrella on the counter.

"Hey, hey? Is it for me?" Surprised by Yong Ye's behavior, Mana looked up at Yong Ye suspiciously.

"Otherwise what are you doing?"

"But..." Mana, who glanced around and found only one umbrella, didn't reach out to take it: "Is there only one umbrella here?"

"Hmm... Maybe there weren't many, or they were all lent out by the clerk."

"What about you?"

"What are you afraid of? I'm a man. I can't die in the rain. It's better to be in the rain in summer. I personally don't reject rain."

"...Really?" Not quite sure if Yongye's words were being handsome, Mana looked up at him suspiciously, "Could it be that you are trying to make me..."

"So many questions are unnecessary. Children sometimes need to know how to accept the kindness of their elders frankly, and go home quickly."

Without waiting for Zhenna to finish speaking, Yongye simply gave her the umbrella half-forcibly, which made Zhenna hesitantly look back and forth between the umbrella and Yongye for a long time, because he couldn't refuse Yongye's compulsory offer. The good intentions, looking a little embarrassed, wandered around.

"Then, then I..."

"It's all right, don't worry too much, go home quickly."

"Yes, yes! That... I, I interrupted you!"

Saying so, Mana held an umbrella and disappeared into the rain with a little panic. Although she only remembered after leaving that she hadn't accomplished anything, and there were still many unresolved problems.

Afterwards, Yong Ye washed his hands after touching Tianmao for a long time with hand sanitizer, stood in the dark at the door of the shop and watched the heavy rain...and called a taxi.

Hmm... It's not a lie that he doesn't mind getting in the rain, but occasionally he doesn't necessarily want to get in the rain, especially since Jibril is expected to be by his side tonight, which makes him feel that it's dangerous to take a bath.

But he didn't know it, but because of his previous actions, Mana had a great change in him again.

When returning to the apartment.

The debate was indeed over, but what was not too unexpected was that Tobiichi Origami and Jibril, neither of them convinced the other, but looked at him together.

"Lord Yong Ye, you came back just in time." Jibril immediately came up to meet him, looked up at him and asked, "Small breasts or big breasts, which one do you think is better? It really is big, right?" "

"How is it possible, Miss Jibril, needless to say, it's better to be small. Rare things are more expensive. From this point of view, poor breasts definitely have an advantage."

While refuting Jibril, Tobiichi Origami may feel that words alone are not convincing, took out the tablet computer showing the investigation report, and said in a usual flat tone: "Asian women's breasts are not as good as those of Russia and other European and American countries. In other countries, because the yellow race generally has more glandular tissue, but the fat is relatively smaller and the body shape is less. In addition, the diet culture is different, and the westerners can easily form a fuller breast than the yellow race. This is objective. fact of existence."

"Haha..." Yong Ye, who didn't understand what she wanted to say at all, asked blankly, "So? What's the matter?"

"According to the statistics of Triumph Japan, there are only 5.3% of Japanese women A, which is much less than the 6.0% of the largest size F. This clearly shows that A is a rare resource with a small amount, so it is rare and expensive. From the point of view of this ubiquitous and most applicable value, it must be that small breasts are better than large and useless giant breasts, which is the same as race, smaller body size is not a disadvantage, and concentrated ones are the essence."

"...that makes sense."

The cannonball-like words, and the arguments based on facts and scientific theories, made Yongye feel that what Origami said was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.

But at this moment, Jibril took his hand and made him look at her: "Master Yongye! You must not be fooled, her statement is undoubtedly wrong! It's just sophistry."

"...Sophistry?"

"Of course it's sophistry, please look at this picture."

Without knowing it, Jibril got a tablet computer of this era from there, and showed him a profile photo.

There are three people in this profile photo, and the three people in clothes have a characteristic, that is, their chests are all flat.

"Can you find out which one is a girl from the photos of these three people?" Jibril enlarged the photo casually and asked Yong Ye to identify the female among them.

"...No way."

"Then do you like men?"

"Don't say impossible things, my sexual orientation is normal."

"Then the conclusion is very simple." Nodding in satisfaction, Jibril raised her head slightly like a victorious champion, and glanced at the pitiful Origami with a disdainful gaze. chest.

After bowing her head to confirm the gap between the two parties, Jibril said cruel words in a gentle tone with an elegant smile: "Since Mr. Yong Ye is a man with normal sexual orientation, it is naturally impossible for a pathetic creature without the biggest characteristics of a woman to be Being liked."

"I don't deny that Yongye's sexual orientation is normal, but please don't distort the facts. I haven't reached that level yet, and I can tell my gender even from the side."

Not affected by Jibril's poisonous tongue at all, Origami touched the not plump breasts covered by the school uniform with her hand, and Origami didn't even look at Jibril, but just stared at Yong Ye: "Yong Ye is in the afternoon. The time has passed, and it can be proved not only from the sight, but also from the feel of the hand.”

"Even so, Master Yongye has touched mine, and your barren thing can't feel as good as mine."

Jibril proudly and triumphantly puffed up her chest, which made the already conspicuous breasts more eye-catching, and also attracted Origami's cold squint and disdainful words: "Tch... such a big thing, take two steps It’s always panting, but it’s still a burden that hinders movement, so let’s cut it off as soon as possible.”

"Ah~ Is this jealousy? It's not good to expose your ugly humanity because of jealousy, Miss Poor Breasts."

As always, Jibril, with her sharp tongue, tilted her head slightly, put her finger on her cheek, and looked gentle and polite... If her words were ignored, at least it seemed that way.

Although Yongye hasn't seen her recently, her characteristic of poisonous tongue has not changed from the beginning to the end. Even now, Yongye doesn't ask her to change it. He can only rejoice that he is not in the range of her poisonous tongue , but the object of praise, although...Jibril's praise sounds like he is not very adaptable.

While the two girls continued to debate, Yong Ye was glad that he was just an outsider... Gradually, the flames of war came to his head, and both sides looked at Yong Ye who wanted to leave after bypassing them.

"Master Yong Ye, what do you think?"

"Small breasts or big breasts, which one do you like? Which one feels better?"