6 - Kouhai Epilogue.pdf
Kouhai’s New Year
The man was walking to the train when someone called his name. It was that scientist lady.
“I was hoping to run into you. I wanted to let you know I won’t make it for New Year’s Eve.”
As annoying as Rikei sometimes could be, her absence meant the evening would just be him and his kouhai. “Oh… really?”
She nodded. “I have a date—“ Her eyes dropped to the pavement, and she fidgeted. “—with a former student.”
“A student?”
She glared at him through her glasses. “He’s a college student—don’t be weird!”
He held his hands up defensively. “Sorry, sorry.”
“Anyway, this is your big chance,” she said, wagging her eyebrows.
He stared at her in confusion.
Rikei rolled her eyes. “You idiot. Your chance to tell her how you feel!”
“I’m not… We’re not…”
“Am I wrong? Do you not feel that way about her?”
“That’s not the issue—“
“What’s the issue then? Is it because she’s gained some weight? If you say yes, I’ll put poison in your beer.”
The man’s ears burned. “It’s not that at all! She’s lovely. She’s…”
Rikei’s eyebrows danced again. “Sexier than ever?”
His heart pounded. He looked around, but they were alone on the sidewalk. “I guess… yes.”
She leaned in close to him—too close. “You know… Her boobs have always been bigger than mine, even when we met at university, but they’ve gotten huge in the past year, haven’t they?”
The man coughed nervously.
“If you promise to confess, I’ll tell you a secret…”
“W-what??”
“Promise!” She hissed. “If I get a happy text tomorrow night, I might even send you her YouTube link…”
“You know about her ASMR channel?”
Rikei stepped back, mouth gaping. “You know about her channel??”
“I… it showed up in my feed, that’s all…”
“I should have known you were a filthy pervert after all…”
“You were just talking about her—” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “—breasts.”
“You can just forget about the secret, mister. In fact, I withdraw my blessing!”
She spun and stalked away. Without thinking, he followed her. “Fine, I’m sorry! I’ll… I’ll talk to her.”
She stopped. “You promise?”
“I promise.”
“None of your whining about her being your ‘precious kouhai?’”
He sighed. “Yes, I promise.”
She gave a wry grin, seeming to realize the hypocrisy of calling him a pervert. “Those oppai you love so much…”
“Y-yes…?”
“They’re up to O-cups now.”
***
On his TV, the party in Tokyo was ramping up. They were a few minutes away from the countdown. His kouhai sat on the sofa a safe distance away, sipping her wine contentedly. He’d prepared plenty of snacks after dinner, but she’d been somewhat less ravenous than usual. She was relaxed, but not yet drunk.
It was now or never, and he’d given his word.
“So…”
“Hmm?” She turned those eyes on him, blue like the seaside in midsummer.
“I, erm, I’ve seen your videos.”
Her eyes widened, and her rosy cheeks turned white as the paper in their office copier. “You have!? Are you going to tell the boss?”
He reached out a hand but stopped short of touching her shoulder. “No, of course not. I… I like them!” He withdrew his hand and stared into his lap. “ASMR helps me fall asleep.”
The couch shifted as she slumped back against it with a relieved sigh. Then she let out a soft giggle. “I guess it’s not surprising.”
“Hmm?”
She met his gaze again. “That you like watching me eat. You’ve surely done it enough in real life…”
He had no response to that. She was quiet for several moments. “Does that mean… You don’t mind…” She touched a few fingers to her rounded stomach.
The man sat back, astonished. How could this woman, this bold, fearless woman, one who chased the hobbies she loved with such abandon, doubt herself? Was it because of him? It could not stand. “Of course not! You’re more beautiful than ever!”
Silence fell as his declaration hung in the room. Even the voices on the TV faded to a distant buzz. Her lips were parted, and the flush returned to her cheeks, spreading down her neck and up her ears.
Now he’d really messed up. This wasn’t going how he planned at all. He’d have to change departments, maybe even look for a new job…
Her stunned expression faded, her mouth curving into a grin. She shifted closer on the sofa, then even closer. Her soft hip touched his thigh. He could smell her. Sakura blossoms and vanilla and rice wine… and her.
On his TV, the countdown started.
10…
She brushed a finger down his upper arm, and his hand touched her waist, drawn as if by a magnet.
9…
She swung one leg over his knees, planting her glorious bottom in his lap.
7…
She pressed into his chest, enormous breasts pillowing against him. He was surrounded by her, enveloped. Her entire body was touching his, and he wasn’t even carrying her home or helping her walk to the train.
6…
He gazed into her eyes, the apartment around him fading to mist. He felt her heartbeat pulsing in time with his.
5…
Her tongue peeked out to slide across her lips. They were pink and shiny, plump like the rest of her. She was like the softest, warmest pillows he wanted to bury himself in, was burying himself in.
4…
The briefest flicker of shyness passed over her face, and she wrapped her small fingers around his wrists. She guided his hands upward until he was touching her breasts.
3…
He pressed and kneaded. How many times had he imagined how they would feel? His imagination, he decided, was a feeble substitute for reality. She was so soft, so full, so big…
“O-cups…” he breathed.
2…
She smiled more dreamily than her dreamiest drunken grin.
“P-cups, actually…”
1…
“Kouhai…”
“Senpai…”
Their lips met.
Happy New Year!
The presenters and crowds across the city cheered and sang, but the man and the woman heard none of it.
***
Epilogue
Rikei smoothed out the front of her pale blue bridesmaid’s frock before rapping gently on the door.
“Knock, knock? They said you needed some help?”
Her friend stood in front of a trio of full-size mirrors, draped in a snowy gown. Packed into the gown, to be precise.
“I can’t get this zipper up,” she whined.
The woman’s meteoric weight gain had plateaued somewhat in the past few months. Rikei chalked it up to a combination of a “bride diet” and money being a little tight since she and her fiancé had quit their jobs. Or maybe she was just getting more “exercise” with her husband-to-be. Regardless, Rikei’s calibrated eyes estimated that her friend had passed 75kg. The oppai that tested the embroidered silk of her bridal gown were R-cups, if she hadn’t finally gone up to an 80cm band.
“Hold still.”
Rikei tugged the zipper up the bride’s lower back, careful to avoid damaging her delicate, squishy flesh. “Breathe out, and suck in,” she ordered.
With her friend’s body quivering, Rikei zipped her up to just below her shoulder blades, where she met increased resistance. The two pieces of fabric stubbornly refused to get any closer.
“Can you, um, squeeze these in?” She asked, poking a finger knuckle-deep into her overflowing cleavage.
“No!”
“Well, hug them or something.”
The bride wrapped her arms around her boobs, which simultaneously gave Rikei more material to work with while pulling the flaps wider.
“But keep your shoulders back.”
“Ugh, how?”
Rikei pulled on her friend’s shoulders. She moaned and whimpered, but Rikei quickly slid the zipper up to her collar.
“Okay, you can relax, but carefully!”
Rikei winced as the zipper strained. Every part of the gown, from waistband to neckline, creaked and stretched—but it held. She stepped around to face the bride, taking her in. “You look amazing. He’s a lucky man.”
Her friend smiled, making her even more gorgeous. “Thanks…”
Rikei tapped the curve of her friend’s tummy. “Just, uh, keep it to one piece of cake at the reception, eh?”
The bride laughed, and Rikei winced as ripples of straining seams washed over her bodice. Once again, they all held. Rikei shook her head. “Why didn’t you get this let out a little bit?”
Color rose in her cheeks. “I did! Well… last week, I did…”
Maybe her friend hadn’t plateaued as much as Rikei thought. She tapped the overstuffed gown again. “Just, uh, try not to laugh or move around too much.”
She grabbed items from the nearby dressing table to touch up the bride’s makeup and erase the trails of sweat from her zipper ordeal. “How are things going with the new firm?”
Her friend’s eyes brightened. “Super well! It was pretty scary at first, leaving such a stable company. But Darling is so talented… He even convinced some of our old clients to follow us.”
“You don’t mind taking on more responsibility?”
“That’s the best part! Without all that bureaucracy around us, landing a new contract feels like a much bigger accomplishment, you know?”
Rikei murmured her agreement as she traced a liner pencil around her friend’s eye.
“How are things going with Shota-kun?” The bride asked.
Rikei’s hand jerked, nearly taking her friend’s eye out. “He’s turning twenty-one in a month. I wish you wouldn’t call him that.”
“Fine, fine.”
“It’s going well. We’re planning a hot spring trip for the semester break.”
“Ooh, it’s like that, is it?”
“It’s not like that!” Rikei switched to the other eye. “Well, it’s not, not like that. I’ve never dated a man so boob-crazy.”
“Mmhmm…” her friend purred.
“Although, I’m sure he’s got nothing on your ‘Darling-kun…’”
Her friend’s mouth tightened into a pleased smirk. “No comment.”
“Alright, I’d better get back out there, it’s almost time. You look amazing, I’m so happy for you.”
Moisture welled in the lower lids of her friend’s eyes. “Thanks.”
With a hand on the doorknob, Rikei added, “Remember, go easy on the snacks… at least until after the reception.”
The bride giggled, patting her tummy. “Don’t worry about that. Darling is taking me to Kyoto for our honeymoon. I’m saving my appetite.”
Rikei shook her head as she walked down the hall. It was a good thing her friend didn’t need to keep as many skirt suits that fit anymore. For the sake of Darling-kun’s wallet.