Magical Girls , they sound like righteous female warriors, who transform in flashy skirts to fight monsters and maintain urban peace—that sort of vibe.
Therefore, by the same logic, the dressing room for Magical Girls should also have a sweet, soft atmosphere where everyone plays together harmoniously... right?
"Tch! I can't get into the feeling at all!"
His mouth twitched in annoyance. No matter how good the makeup was, it couldn't withstand Miyazawa Yuu's facial antics. He forcibly wore the Magical Girl costume, giving off the aura of a middle-aged man.
Not only that, since there were no outsiders now, he simply lifted up the Magical Girl skirt, which barely reached his knees.
This made it easier to cross his legs or sit with them apart, and he wouldn't be suffocated by the multi-layered petticoats designed for aesthetics.
"Hey, Kohei! Hurry and use your invincible Lalako mastery to think of something, what if we make a fool of ourselves on stage later!"
"Huh? I like watching Magical Girls, not being a Magical Girl myself!"
Pulling open his collar, Imamura Kohei firmly refused to take the blame being piled onto his head!
Watching a Magical Girl and being a Magical Girl are clearly two different things, how can you generalize!
And why is his character the only one with small breasts? The fake breast stickers can't fill out the outfit, and it's super troublesome to dissipate heat without oppai as ventilation ports, alright!
"You're useless when it matters, Iori, what's your take?"
"I'm looking with both eyes..."
"???"
Suddenly realizing something was wrong, Miyazawa Yuu's expression instantly changed from distress to full-blown vigilance, and his widely spread legs quickly clamped shut.
"That was close, I almost forgot you have that kind of fetish, right!"
"I already said that was just a misunderstanding!"
Pounding the table and refuting loudly, Kitahara Iori's face was ferocious, wishing he could just rush up and play a little 'choke-play' with this Magical Girl Peach Pink who brought up old news!
Miyazawa Yuu's vigilant gaze was undoubtedly a double trampling on his character and sexual orientation!
However...
Staring intently at Yuu's face, which resembled Chisa by seventy percent, he sat back down in his original spot and sincerely asked: "Speaking of which, are you guys really not interested in your current form?"
"Not at all. Getting turned on by Chisa's appearance, that's too inhuman of me."
"That's right! If I needed to, I would naturally go play a Galgame. It's too much for a person to make a mistake towards a partner of justice like a Magical Girl!"
"I see..."
Standing up and bowing at Miyazawa Yuu's feet, Kitahara Iori sincerely requested: "Please! Be aloof and cold, Yuu. I don't know why, but I can't bear to see this face being violated."
"It's 'love for the house extends to the crow'..."
Trying to imitate Chisa's aura, Miyazawa Yuu held it in for a while before finally raising his head and giving him a 'looking at trash' gaze: "Shine, you bunch of maggots."
"Hoh hoh! That's ninety percent similar to the original, that's the exact flavor!"
"I instantly feel better, arigato..."
"..."
Already powerless to complain about these two scumbags who were comfortable from top to bottom, Miyazawa Yuu proposed while sporting Chisa's Queenly face and crossing his legs.
"Alright! The playing around ends here! I believe that to play a Magical Girl well, you must first familiarize yourself with your current body. Do either of you have any ideas?"
"Familiarize yourself with the body structure? Then how about..."
"I think that's feasible!"
...
"Room 3-1 should be the one."
"Excuse me, you came here to have fun, but you ended up having to help us move things and deliver reports..."
Taking the carton from her companion's hand, Sakurako Busujima complained impatiently: "Honestly, why does anyone even like voice actor concerts now~"
"It's okay, actually, we're quite looking forward to it. We heard there will be Magical Girls at the concert!"
"It's all stuff that kids like. Magical Girls are too childish..."
Turning the doorknob, Sakurako Busujima still couldn't understand. They were already in college, half-adults, so everything should be about looking at the money!
Magical Girls who maintain peace all day without expecting anything in return, this kind of character setting filled with truth, goodness, and beauty, probably only children would like...
Mid-sentence, the scene inside the room was simultaneously reflected in her retina. She saw three Magical Girls seriously appraising each other's chests.
"Hiss... how does this feel compared to the real thing, Yuu?"
"Since it's silicone material, it's definitely harder, and it lacks kinetic feedback. I'll barely give it a three, no more."
"Only a three? I thought it would be at least a five or six!"
"..."
Her entire body froze in place, Sakurako Busujima stared incredulously at the circle of Magical Girls, her body shaking involuntarily, and the carton in her hand slipped and fell to the ground.
Snap, bang!
The first sound was the carton hitting the floor, the second was the room door being slammed shut.
"Hmm? What's wrong, Sakura?"
"My childhood... my childhood has been corrupted, there are Magical Girls rubbing each other's oppai in that room!"
Clutching the doorknob tightly, seemingly to prevent the monsters inside from running out and harming people, Sakurako Busujima gasped roughly, the sweat on her forehead constantly hitting the ground, expressing an unspeakable human fear.
From this moment on, her childhood was no longer getting fuzzy, but getting more and more twisted!
"Magical Girls?"
"Rubbing oppai?"
Tilting their heads left and right, Natsume Kanon and Hanazono Yoko were full of confusion, completely unaware of what Sakura was saying.
"But the performance report definitely needs to be submitted, right?"
"Should we just drop the stuff and run?"
The less they knew what was happening, the more they wanted to see it!
Exchanging glances, the two girls tacitly pushed Sakurako Busujima aside, grinning maliciously, and in the former's horrified gaze, they yanked the door open.
Magical Girls rubbing each other's oppai, it would be a loss not to take a look!
"Welcome, is there something we can do for you?" X3
A normal classroom, a normal vanity mirror, and normal smiling short-skirted Magical Girls. There was absolutely no perverted scene.
This was natural. The moment Sakurako Busujima slammed the door shut with a loud noise, Miyazawa Yuu had already realized that their perverted behavior had been clearly seen.
The three people immediately turned grim, tidied their clothes, and rushed back to their spots, pretending as if nothing had happened.
"Eh? There's nothing strange at all..."
"Hello, is Mizuki Kaya-san here? We're here to deliver the performance report sheet."
"I see..."
Striving to maintain his smile at a ladylike angle, Miyazawa Yuu didn't want to be discovered cross-dressing outside.
Although the two girls in front of him looked familiar, it was better to quickly fool them and send them away, otherwise, it would be terrible if he was exposed after a few more sentences!
"Kaya-san is currently not here, can I pass the document on?"
"Of course!"
Effortlessly moving the carton that fell on the floor inside, Natsume Kanon was about to hand the report to the Peach Pink Magical Girl, but the skin on the other person's wrist looked strangely familiar to her.
[Phew... We survived. Kohei, you lute-headed idiot! How does rubbing oppai improve character understanding! Your brain must be messed up!]
[Yuu, what are you talking about, you bastard? I only made a suggestion, everyone agreed, right!]
Engaging in internal communication, Imamura Kohei believed that he, with the smallest fake breasts, should absolutely not take the blame for Miyazawa Yuu's baseless accusations!
Compared to which...
[Iori! Why didn't you lock the door, you bastard! Were you deliberately trying to embarrass us!]
[You need evidence to say something like that, I'll sue you for defamation! You defamed me!]
His fake smile was about to give way. Kitahara Iori only prayed that these girls would leave quickly after delivering the stuff. He would die of embarrassment if an outsider found out he was cross-dressing!
"Wait a minute..."
"Hmm!? What's wrong?"
His hands, which were obediently placed on his knees, were suddenly grasped. Miyazawa Yuu was startled, snapping out of the internal communication, and the muscles in his forearm flexed, almost bursting his cosplay outfit.
Fortunately, Iori emergency called him through the internal line at the last second, and he managed to react, asking with a strained smile: "Is there, is there something wrong with the document?"
"No! You, you are Yuuma, right?"
"Eh—?!"
Finally realizing why the girl in front of him looked familiar, wasn't this Natsume-senpai from TinkerBell, whom he had used the 'honey trap' on? Why was she also attending the Aomi Campus Festival!
"Um... you must have the wrong person. I've never heard that name before..."
Miyazawa Yuu never expected to be cornered by an enemy in such a situation, and even blocked inside a small room.
Helplessly, he could only rely on Azusa-senpai exquisite make-up skills and tough it out, betting that he could fool Natsume Kanon by playing dumb.
However...
"Uh, actually, I wanted to say this earlier, little brother Yuuma, your fake breast seems to have fallen off..."
"Hmm?"
His eyes instantly lost their high contrast. Miyazawa Yuu abruptly looked down at his chest, only to see one cup still normally bulging, while the other had already fallen to his stomach area.
Recalling the standing position when they were rubbing oppai just now, two streaks of bloody tears streamed from his eyes as he screamed at Iori: "You bastard! Were you that thirsty? Is Chisa's oppai really that comfortable!"
"Sumimasen!!!"