Kämpfer:Volume 6 Chapter 2

Volume 6, Chapter 2  

    "Is Natsuru here?"  

    "Dong -dong -dong!" It was clearly nighttime, yet the house rang with the clamor of drums,

like the communication of a tribe in the forests of West Africa. I looked up, paused the

comedy show I was watching in my room, and headed for the entrance.  

    The door was vibrating softly. This was the source of the noise, disturbing the neighbors in

the middle of the night. But the person across the door didn't care, not only knocking with

her mouth but also banging her hands.  

    "Natsuru! If you don't open it, I'll break it down! Don't resist! Open it!"  

    What resistance? When have I ever defended a castle? Although, if this happened a few

more times, I'd resist like I did at Asama Sanso.  

    I said, in a voice she could hear.  

    "I'll open it now, don't mess around."  

    "No need to open it! I'll show you my impressive lock -picking skills."  

    "Don't do anything unnecessary."  

    One moment she said she'd open the door, the next she said she wouldn't. What a

contradiction. After all, the initiative was in your hands. I opened the door before she could

do anything.  

    Standing in the entrance was my childhood sweetheart, Kondou Mikoto.  

    "Yeah~"  

    she inexplicably made a V -sign.  

    "You knew it was me?"  

    "Of course."  

    This girl's voice was instantly recognizable from a hundred meters away.  

    "Great, that's what childhood sweethearts are like."  

    "You're disturbing the neighbors."  

    "No one will care."  

    This woman is truly optimistic, and more than half of what she said is actually true.

Because she always comes to my house to make trouble, she's been labeled a "Senou family

girl." In that case, even if the police were called, they wouldn't come. Sinc e "Kondou family"

isn't listed in the definition, they might even think she lives with us.  

    Mikoto walked in without hesitation.  

    "What are you doing here?"  

    "To cook."  

    Just listening to that line really makes her sound like a girl, since that's all she knows how

to cook anyway.  

    I was frustrated.  

    "Curry again?"  

    "Yes,"  

    Mikoto said, puffing out her chest with a matter -of-fact expression.  

    This girl's love for curry is extraordinary. It's all curry from morning to night, ordering it at

restaurants and at other people's homes, and forcing others to eat it too. Was she

threatened or bribed by the Curry God?  

    She said, "Curry is a proud Japanese culture," and while I don't disagree, forcing someone

to eat it seems a bit too much. I heard they even used curry to tame a Middle Eastern tribe. If

they've achieved that level, it's a strategic weapon.  

    And I don't know what this girl is thinking, coming to my house just to make curry. It

should be a wonderful scene to have a childhood friend cook for me, but this is like torture.

I'm turning yellow. Mikoto  

    was holding a plastic bag from the supermarket.  

    "What kind of curry are you having today?"  

    "Chicken curry."  

    "Isn't it quite traditional?"  

    "The most authentic one."  

    Even so, I've eaten it hundreds of times.  

    Mikoto said, "Lend me the kitchen!" Even if I said no, she wouldn't have listened, so I chose

to remain silent.  

    She opened the refrigerator first.  

    "Wow, there's some leftover."  

    "You made so much, of course there's going to be some."  

    "Eat more, what a waste."  

    "I still have my lunch in my lunchbox, but I can't digest it. There's plenty of curry in the

freezer to open a shop."  

    Mikoto exclaimed, "Oh!" looking at the freezer. Why are you so surprised? You made all

this.  

    "What? I should have made ramen today."  

    "No need for ramen."  

    "Then what are you going to make? Curry ramen?"  

    "Is there such a thing?"  

    Doesn't this girl have the word "variation" in her culinary dictionary? Aren't curry and

ramen both favorites of elementary school students?  

    Mikoto also likes ramen, but her only reason is "convenience." When I heard that, I

retorted, "It's not easy, is it?" She actually took the noodles out of the bag and ate them dry,

saying that it was easy to fill her stomach in the mountains, and the o nly downside was that

she'd be thirsty.  

    "Well, let's have curry today."  

    And so it went.  

    Humming, she washed the cutting board, then took out the chicken and cut it into bite -

sized pieces, moving briskly.  

    "You, you only make curry, but you're quite good at it."  

    "Are you praising me?"  

    "I guess so."  

    "Thank you, because in the rainforest, everything needs a knife."  

    It's hard to imagine a high school girl saying this.  

    Mikoto constantly takes time off from school to fly around the world. Normally, people

yearn for places like America and Europe, but this girl's constant travels are to Central and

South America, the Middle East, or Africa. She travels to "places with ancient civilizations,"

and influenced by her parents, she's now a complete excavation fanatic.  

    She doesn't say it herself, but it seems she's also involved in poaching, and the illegal

aspect seems to suit her. It seems she even fought armed poppy farmers in Guatemala.  

    "What are your parents doing?"  

    "Hmm? Still abroad, Georgia, I think."  

    Where is that?  

    "You really came back alone."  

    "It doesn't matter, but it still won't work if you don't go to high school."  

    She's so inexplicably hypocritical. This girl can survive even with no education, let alone

high school.  

    "Natsuru has to graduate from high school too."  

    "Of course."  

    "Then I want to go too."  

    For some reason, she laughed out loud.  

    "Aren't you happy in a foreign country?"  

    "I'm happy~ Let's go to Natsuru too."  

    "I don't have much confidence in my Japanese."  

    "I barely know any foreign languages either, so all I need is courage."  

    "Are you trying to bully me, a cautious person?"  

    "What are you talking about? Take advantage of your youth and challenge me."  

    She's a year younger than me, yet she's like an older sister.  

    Come to think of it, isn't there anyone in this world who enjoys life more than she does?

Unlike those college students who claim they're "rediscovering themselves" and head off to

India, this girl actually does field work. She's been flying around the  world since she was

little, experiencing all sorts of things, and it's all firsthand, so it's quite something. An

autobiography would be quite interesting.  

    A typical high school student would worry about their future, but she doesn't seem to

have that tendency at all. She's happy just being in the present. That's probably why she's so

happy to be a Kämpfer.  

    "But this curry hell isn't that bad, is it?"  

    she said out loud. Of course, Mikoto wouldn't let her go.  

    "What? You want to fight?"  

    "No, no, no~ I mean, Kondou -san's curry rice is always so delicious~"  

    "So you mean you hate me, right?"  

    Mikoto spun her kitchen knife, as if she were chopping onions. I'd better keep quiet. If she

turns around and throws a flying knife, I'm not confident I can dodge it.  

    I stir -fry it in a large pot. Every pot in my house is filled with curry, but my mom loves to

cook, so she has as many frying pans and other things as she can get. Mom, I hate you.  

    After sautéing the meat, add the vegetables, pour in the water and vegetable juice, and

simmer for a while.  

    "Why vegetable juice?"  

    "It tastes great as a slightly unique seasoning."  

    Really? I don't know.  

    "I've done this a few times..."  

    Mikoto glanced at me.  

    "Don't you remember?"  

    "It's not a matter of remembering. I'm not watching you cook."  

    "No way~ Men who understand cooking are more popular."  

    So that's how it is.  

    I added the curry cubes. Not store -bought, but a mixture of spices and curry powder,

meaning homemade.  

    "Just a little longer,"  

    she clapped her hands in satisfaction.  

    "How's that? Such a skilled hand."  

    "Practice makes perfect, right? If you make curry all the time."  

    "Wow —I'm so angry. You should have just praised me."  

    What's the point of praising a childhood friend at this point? Is it a good lottery win?  

    Mikoto muttered indignantly, "I was wrong to expect you to flatter me."  

    There was still some time before the food was done, so we sat on the kitchen chairs.  

    We had a drink before dinner. Although the fridge was full of curry, there was still a little

space for Coke for me.  

    I poured myself and Mikoto's portion.  

    "Here."  

    "Thank you,"  

    she gulped down, a gesture so far removed from her elegant dining style.  

    "Wow, a drink after work is so nice."  

    "Is it work?"  

    "To keep Natsuru alive."  

    My life doesn't depend on curry, but it certainly saves me some food money.  

    "You..."  

    "What?"  

    "Why did you come to my house to cook?"  

    "Why... because we're childhood friends."  

    Is that a reason?  

    "I've said it before, it's a childhood sweetheart's duty, we have to do it."  

    "What duty?"  

    "A duty is a duty..."  

    It's unusual for her to be so vague; maybe she was just about to say it wasn't a duty but a

way of bullying me.  

    "Akane and the president, they're not childhood friends, but they still help me."  

    "Those two... they must be up to something."  

    What the hell? If you say that, wouldn't it mean I'm surrounded by scheming women?  

    Mikoto glanced around.  

    "Is the president coming again?"  

    "No, no,"  

    I immediately denied. If she came, it would be troublesome. Unlike Mikoto, having

"variations" in the dishes is a good thing, but afterward, it's terrifying. I don't know what

requests she'll make.  

    "...Is Akane coming or something?"  

    "I don't think so."  

    Akane, unlike Mikoto, wouldn't contact me beforehand; if she didn't, she wouldn't come.  

    "What?"  

    You said that, but I felt relieved.  

    "Then tonight is my curry rice time..."  

    At this point, the doorbell rang.  

    Mikoto and I couldn't help but look at each other. This house had a doorbell like any other

house, and most people would ring it. But this woman was the only one who would knock on

the door like crazy, so, for such a normal visit...  

    I opened the door  

    and it was Akane standing there.  

    "To... tonight,"  

    she lowered her head timidly.  

    "Sorry, I'm here..."  

    "This..."  

    "I thought Natsuru -san might not have eaten yet, so I came to make... ah."  

    Her eyes turned to Mikoto behind me.  

    Her mouth opened into an O shape, tears welling up in her eyes.  

    "Yes... I'm sorry to bother you."  

    She suddenly turned around and left, and I hurriedly stopped her.  

    "It's okay, come in."  

    I half -forcefully pulled her in.  

    "I'm enjoying Mikoto's cooking, and that girl is making curry again."  

    "Oh..."  

    In an instant, Akane's expression became very apologetic.  

    "I'm also making curry..."  

    What's all this talk about?  

    I've already persuaded her to stay, so I can't just send her away. I let her in. Mikoto looked

at Akane for a moment, saying something like, "Wow —is a competitor here?"  

    Akane went to the kitchen and looked into the pot.  

    "...Chicken?"  

    "Hmm,"  

    Mikoto said,  

    "Can I put chocolate in it?"  

    "Sure, whatever you want."  

    Hey, this isn't a science experiment. But then I heard chocolate is often used for flavoring.

So that's why~  

    Cook more.  

    Mikoto sighed and sat down in the chair.  

    "So Akane's here too. Does the president have to come too?"  

    "No, no, that's impossible."  

    "Really?"  

    "Really, really, I didn't want her to come either."  

    It felt like holding a grenade with the fuse pulled out.  

    "Why do you care so much about the president?"  

    "That person is a problem."  

    "I... I care too..."  

    Why is even Akane here? Mikoto nodded and said,  

    "Becoming a competitor will be troublesome, very tricky."  

    "Competitors, are you going to have a cooking competition?"  

    "Almost. She cooks well, she's smart, and she's a beauty."  

    Mikoto sighed, and Akane sighed too.  

    "Why did you pick on Natsuru..."  

    "Because he's a conspirator. He dragged me along as a companion even though we're of a

different color than Kämpfer. He must be using whatever means necessary to increase his

companions."  

    "That's not the case."  

    "Huh?"  

    "That's not the case..."  

    Akane said. I don't quite understand what you're talking about.  

    The curry pot made a sound. Mikoto glanced at it. It's okay if you don't stir it.  

    "...Hey, Natsuru. You weren't invited on a date by the president, were you?"  

    "What are you talking about? Even if the earth turned upside down, that's impossible."  

    I'm not good at Shizuku, or rather, I was warning her.  

    "Until a while ago, I thought this was as surreal as a sewing machine and a bat parasol

meeting on an operating table. But... there are so many things in this world that can't be

explained."  

    "No, that's clear. I can't possibly date the president."  

    "No?"  

    "No."  

    Shizuku, that rapist, once stole my lips, but my heart can't be taken away. For Sakura

Kaede, I must protect my purity.  

    "Well, let's breathe a sigh of relief..."  

    "What are you so relieved about?"  

    "Because we're childhood friends."  

    I still don't understand your standards.  

    Mikoto stood up, turned down the stove, and sat back down.  

    "...Is the difference between the president and me that big?"  

    "Completely different, right?"  

    "But we're both women, isn't that unfair?"  

    "I think that often..."  

    Akane agreed softly.  

    "That person, she's so beautiful, with a nice figure and big breasts..."  

    "It's probably genetic."  

    "God is being too harsh..."  

    I don't think Akane's looks are that bad. Maybe she's too thin, and the line between her

waist and hips isn't very distinct.  

    Mikoto swayed restlessly in her chair.  

    "Can you trade breasts with me?"  

    "Yours is good enough."  

    "The shape isn't very good... So annoying. Have you seen it?"  

    "Wait, should I be angry? I'm not interested in your breasts, or your naked body, for that

matter."  

    Actually, after becoming a Kämpfer, my sexual interests have become somewhat distorted.

To put it bluntly, my reaction to female nudity has dulled. "If you want to see it, there's your

own naked body." The thought of that dulls all my emotions. But see ing my own naked body

is embarrassing, too.  

    Mikoto is actually holding her breasts.  

    Hey, hey. "Hey, Natsuru.  

    "What are you doing?  

    "How do my breasts look like?"  

    "How should I know?"  

    "What about Akane's?"  

    "I...how should I know..."  

    "Hmm, so it's not okay through clothes?"  

    "Why are you touching them yourself?"  

    I stopped her. "Don't keep pinching them. They're not hand -rolled udon noodles. They

can't be made bigger in a minute or two."  

    "What? You have a female body yourself, what's there to be shy about?"  

    "I'm a man."  

    Damn, the curry isn't ready yet.  

    To end the conversation, I turned on the TV. There is a TV in my kitchen. Although it's not a

good habit to watch TV while eating, it's better to have one.  

    There was a variety show of some kind, in which model sisters were performing in

swimsuits, moaning in the hot water. Wow, there are breasts here too.  

    Mikoto glanced at the TV,  

    "You really still like female bodies."  

    "So annoying."  

    Akane also glanced at me, which made me feel embarrassed to turn off the TV. I would

have to keep watching this boring show.  

    Mikoto completely ignored the curry,  

    "...Hey, are men interested in postures like 'hmm~' and 'ah~'?"  

    "Why are you asking so directly?"  

    "I was wondering if I would be excited if I did that."  

    "Who is it?"  

    "Natsuru"  

    I was about to say, "Stop messing around," but I didn't expect her expression to be serious.  

    "This isn't your role, is it?"  

    "How dare you say that? You obviously don't know how charming I am, enough to make

even an elementary school kid or a puppy bleed from the nose."  

    I don't know, only elementary school kids and puppies would. Are you being proud?  

    Confused by this idiot, I took a sip of Coke when Mikoto stood up.  

    "...?"  

    She suddenly lay down on the living room floor and struck a pose.  

    "What's going on?"  

    "Yawn!"  

    Mikoto exclaimed indignantly.  

    "Why did you sneeze all of a sudden!?"  

    "I didn't mean to, my nose was itchy."  

    It was force majeure, though I was actually wondering what you were doing.  

    "I'll do it again, so you can see clearly."  

    She lay down again, this time with a watery look in her eyes, stretched out her right hand

and curled her fingers.  

    "...What's going on?"  

    "Ah~ So excited, so excited."  

    "Be serious!"  

    What do you mean by serious? My childhood sweetheart, a rough girl, lying there moving

around, wouldn't she feel anything at all. A long time ago, I seemed to have heard about

potted flowers that moved to music, but that's about it.  

    "That's too much! Do you really hate my breasts?"  

    Why did you bring up breasts?  

    "No, no, no, it's not like I don't find them attractive."  

    "You're lying."  

    "Really? But, childhood sweethearts lying down..."  

    In kindergarten, we used to bathe together after playing mud balls. I've seen nudity back

then, so how can you make me feel now? But the mud ball throwing incident was the one

that really stuck with me, because it turned into a kindergarten -wide fight,  and the whole

kindergarten had to close the next day to clean up.  

    Akane tugged at my sleeve.  

    "Natsuru -san, I think you should answer seriously..."  

    "Why? I'm telling the truth."  

    "How do you look?"  

    Mikoto asked, looking a little flustered.  

    "Um... well... not really..."  

    "Can you try?"  

    Mikoto pulled Akane, not giving her a chance to answer. She was really tough.  

    Akane fell to the floor. Mikoto coached her acting from behind.  

    "Stretch out your lower arm like this...cross your legs. Keep your skirt just a little bit off,

and then look at Natsuru with your mouth slightly open."  

    "Is that so...?"  

    "Yeah, yeah, not bad. How about Natsuru?"  

    A seemingly delighted Mikoto and the reclining Akane looked at me. Hmm —a little weak

compared to the models in the weekly magazines... No, I've tried my best.  

    Akane seemed to notice something in my expression and looked frustrated.  

    "As expected...a girl like me..."  

    "Hey, Natsuru, don't make Akane cry."  

    You forced her, didn't you?  

    Mikoto's expression had long since lost its joy, turned into incomprehension.  

    "Am I really that incapable?"  

    "It depends on the person."  

    "Akane, too?"  

    "I told you it depends on the person."  

    "I don't think that's a compliment,"  

    Mikoto muttered. It was indeed not a compliment, or should it be at this point? I hope an

expert on women's hearts can explain it to me.  

    Mikoto slipped her fingers into the chest of her T -shirt, pulled the collar open, and leaned

forward.  

    "How about this?"  

    What's that?  

    "Can you see your cleavage?"  

    "Why is it a little red? Is it mosquito season already?"  

    Mikoto yelled "Gah!" and went berserk.  

    "What are you thinking about?"  

    "There's a pond in my backyard, and there are a lot of mosquito larvae in it."  

    "I'm furious!"  

    Calm down, the curry's going to burn.  

    But Mikoto had no thoughts of curry anymore. She was furious, like the flames in a gas

stove.  

    "What are you talking about, sexy and handsome me?"  

    "Who's sexy and handsome? You're just you."  

    "A woman catching a snake with her bare hands in the rainforest is cool!"  

    That's kind of cool, but it has nothing to do with sexiness.  

    "What does it take to get you excited?"  

    "Sakura Kaede, if you do that, I'm instantly excited. I can't contain my rational confidence.

Only for me, a man."  

    "What should I do as a woman —!"

    I don't understand what you're talking about anymore.  

    By the way, why is this girl so mad? Excited, naked, and all that? Are you a middle school

boy? It seems to have something to do with me, but I don't understand. And Akane seems

unhappy too.  

    Mikoto ripped at her hair.  

    "Ah! I hate this unsexy body!"  

    "Don't be so self -conscious. There must be boys who like you."  

    "I hate Natsuru even more, because he's not only slow but also stupid!"  

    That's really sorry. She looked at me like I was the murderer of her father.  

    "...By the way, you'll have a female body after you transform, right?"  

    "Yes."  

    "Watch carefully."  

    Mikoto exerted force on her right hand, and the red bracelet lit up, spreading light around

her. When the light faded, a blonde girl stood there.  

    This was Mikoto's appearance after transforming into a Kämpfer. I observed the red

Kämpfer carefully, and sure enough, it wasn't much different from the blue one.  

    Her hair was blonde. Not the fake, fake kind that Japanese people dye, but pure blonde.

Her eyes were also a light gray, not bad.  

    The clothes remain the same. The reason is unclear, but aside from the school uniform and

some underwear, they remain unchanged.  

    "How's this?"  

    "What do you mean, it's just a transformation."  

    I can say that, too, with a gender change.  

    "Has anything changed?"  

    I don't know. While the face shape has changed, the height and voice remain the same.

Kämpfer is always like that.  

    "So dull! Breasts, Breasts!"  

    She said that, and I began to examine Mikoto's breasts.  

    She suddenly covered them with her hands.  

    "Hey! Why are you looking at them so lustfully?"  

    "No, you said it, didn't you?"  

    She's a complicated woman. I had no choice but to observe them carefully, not with a

lustful gaze (though I don't know what that meant).  

    "...I don't know,"  

    Mikoto sighed.  

    "It's different now. It's bigger and shaped, so you can tell."  

    "I already said I don't know."  

    "Really? You're really not good enough. You're praising me even when I'm lying."  

    "What? It's fake?"  

    "It's not fake!"  

    she said, but I couldn't tell. Guys like Higashida can see a girl's bust through her clothes,

but that's just a skill some people have. And if it's exposed, it could be considered sexual

harassment, something a normal person like me couldn't do even if  I tried.  

    "But you're talking about size and shape?"  

    "No, women work on it."  

    "Does becoming a Kämpfer count as working on it?"  

    "Before I transformed, I was doing exercises to enlarge my breasts in the shower!"  

    "From the way you sound, it seems like it's not working."  

    "Go to hell."  

    How's the curry? It's almost done, right?  

    But for Mikoto, this seems more important. So she started kneading her breasts again.  

    "Hmm... As expected, this one is bigger. I'll live like this from now on."  

    "Everyone will be shocked if you go to school like this."  

    "You went, didn't you?"  

    That was necessary, or perhaps the president forced me to do it.  

    "I'm happy, surrounded by the girls from the girls' club, chatting and joking at the school

gate."  

    "That's not the case. It's just hard work."  

    At the first sign of trouble, they'd touch my butt, put their hands under my skirt, and so on.

One girl even cut my hair and tried to take me away —it really gave me the chills.  

    For some reason, Mikoto's eyes turned suspicious.  

    "Is that so? So, Natsuru is so satisfied with his Kämpfer body that he's lost interest in other

women?"  

    "Why would that be? I've always been pursuing Sakura Kaede."  

    "That person has a great figure, too. Ah —and the president's figure is as stunning as a

model's, too. So you like that type?"  

    If I had to say, I do, but you're misinterpreting it.  

    "Hey, Akane thinks so too, don't you?"  

    "Hey... Natsuru -san likes the president?"  

    "I told you, I like Sakura Kaede, but I don't like the president at all."  

    "Is that so..."  

    Akane muttered.  

    "I've always felt like Natsuru -san and the president are getting close lately..."  

    That's not right. I hate her so much, yet she keeps bothering me.  

    Mikoto's eyes weren't just filled with Akane; they were also suspicious. Don't you believe

what I'm saying?  

    "Sakura Kaede, the president is so ordinary and boring, Natsuru."  

    "Only one of them is right."  

    "Why? There are a lot of boys who like the president, right? She's like a carnivorous plant."  

    "The president is just pretty, they don't like her."  

    "Classmates in my class say they get dizzy just looking at the president, and it seems she

has fans from other schools too."  

    "These people don't know her true self. She's a demon in disguise. I've never seen such a

sinister personality. If you're not careful, you'll be eaten. Don't you have any sense of

vigilance?"  

    "Hmm...but..."  

    Akane scratched her hair.  

    "The key is the president..."  

    "What's wrong? Was she hospitalized for food poisoning? That's really good news."  

    "No, she treats you..."  

    she rambled on. How does she treat me? Does she use me as much as she can and then

throw me away, or is she sent to the altar as a sacrifice? It could be both. I guess I need to be

careful."  

    Mikoto hesitated.  

    "You haven't noticed yet, it's really a big help."  

    "What? That's really worrying."  

    "I'm... relieved about that,"  

    even Akane said. What do you all think happened between me and Shizuku? Why don't

you just hate her with me?  

    Mikoto was still touching her breasts.  

    "...Akane"  

    "Hmm... Hmm?"  

    "Can you transform your lower body?"  

    Akane was shocked at the sight of knowing what was happening.  

    "W-why..."  

    "I want to compare what it's like before and after the transformation."  

    "Well... after I transform,"  

    Akane hesitated,  

    "I'll get irritable. I don't know what I'll do to Kondou -san..."  

    "It's okay, I don't care."  

    You better be more concerned. You really don't know what that gun -shooting fierce dog

girl will do.  

    "I really can't help it. I'll definitely let it slip. No..."  

    "It's okay, it's okay. Oh, by the way, before that."  

    Mikoto hugged Akane from behind, reaching her arms out in front.  

    "Let me check first."  

    "Ah..."  

    Mikoto rubbed her breasts unceremoniously. Akane blushed, but she let it go.  

    "So that's how it is. It's still quite substantial."  

    "Is it all right..."  

    "Is it all right? Then transform. Quick, quick, transform into Kämpfer~"  

    Forced, Akane transformed. A flash of light enveloped her.  

    In an instant, the furious Mastiff appeared.  

    "...Really? This is so troublesome."  

    Akane's eyes were like those of a ferocious beast.  

    "Who cares about your breasts? Flat breasts are good too. Maybe they'll even make the

Guinness World Records."  

    Wow, she looked really down. Mastiff mode always meant she was in a bad mood and

wanted to kill anyone.  

    But Mikoto was calm.  

    "It doesn't matter. Breasts are a woman's life."  

    "Never heard of that."  

    "Let me touch them."  

    "Huh?"  

    Akane uttered a speechless voice.  

    "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm some brain -dead loli from an adult game?

Do you believe I'll pierce your forehead?"  

    "Just rub it."  

    "I'm not a cuddly pillow from a moe anime."  

    "Just for a second."  

    Mikoto stretched out her hand, and Akane dodged... well, not really. She simply conjured a

pistol at the speed of light and aimed it accurately at Mikoto.  

    "Looks like you want to breathe through the hole in your forehead?"  

    "Put it away. I don't want a pistol, I want breasts."  

    "You're talking nonsense!"  

    "You can touch my breasts too!"  

    "Go to hell!"  

    Ah! Akane actually fired a gun. But in an instant, Mikoto deflected the gun with the handle

of her Japanese sword. After all, this girl’s got a sword.  

    There's a hole in the ceiling. Aww! I have to seal it before my parents get home. Mikoto

deliberately used the white blade to reflect the fluorescent light as a distraction, then circled

behind Akane.  

    "Got it!"  

    Then she kneaded and squeezed her breasts with one hand.  

    "Wow!"  

    I saw the Mastiff jump, a rare sight.  

    "Mmmmm, it really changes after becoming a Kämpfer. It feels a little better now."  

    "Let me go!"  

    "Wait... ah... It's bigger than mine, I'm so pissed."  

    "I'm the one who's pissed!"  

    Kämpfer was incredibly strong, so the frantic Akane had the strength to break free, but

Mikoto was in the same position. And attacking from behind would have given her a

relatively advantageous position.  

    Even so, perhaps because she was only using one hand, Akane still managed to escape,

blushing.  

    "You bastard!"  

    "Don't shoot, idiot!"  

    The gun pointed at me, trying to stop her.  

    "Don't interrupt, or I'll blow your brains out first!?"  

    "This is dangerous!"  

    I was still in male form, and there was no way to dodge if I was shot.  

    Mikoto flashed her Japanese sword again.  

    "Hey, hey, don't be angry, little Akane."  

    "Don't call me little, you bastard."  

    "Little Akane is just little Akane."  

    Oh, right? Mikoto didn't know that the Mastiff Girl hated being called Little Akane. Look,

Akane's eyelids are twitching.  

    "It was just a little pinch. Forgive me."  

    "I'm not a lesbian."  

    "I'm not either, but I do care,"  

    Mikoto said softly. Akane lowered her pistol despite making a sound deep in her throat. It

wasn't that she accepted the explanation, but after seeing Mikoto's fighting ability, she felt it

was quite a formidable situation.  

    I rubbed my chest. It was so close. I thought my house was going to be in tatters.  

    "Hey, Natsuru,"  

    Mikoto said.  

    "What are you doing? Did you almost finish your curry?"  

    "Let's talk about that later. Why don't you transform too?"  

    "Why?"  

    "You want to pinch me?"  

    I refused. Why are you pinching me too?  

    Akane laughed.  

    "That's great! I was thinking pinching me alone wouldn't be fair."  

    "That's right, Natsuru."  

    "Stop kidding."  

    "Seriously."  

    I was about to refuse, but the oath bracelet lit up. I hadn't intended to transform, but

Mikoto and Akane exerted force, so I was drawn into transformation.  

    Instantly, I was enveloped in light, transformed into a woman. My clothes were still the

same, so the T -shirt was stretched tight across the chest.  

    Mikoto examined the breasts.  

    "They're really big."  

    "Stop staring."  

    "You looked at mine too, right? Let me see."  

    For some reason, your gaze was so lascivious.  

    Mikoto suddenly reached out. Wow.  

    Mikoto placed her right hand on my breast and her left on her own. "Hey, what are you

doing?"  

    She started kneading it, as if comparing it to her own. What kind of ritual is this? This is

disgusting! Stop it!  

    The feeling of being kneaded hit me directly. What's this "kneading," "kneading," it felt like

kneading right above my heart. It's hard to describe. My stomach felt contracting and

tightening.  

    "Hey, you... your pinching skills are terrible."  

    "Ah~ It's bigger than mine, and the shape seems to be good too."  

    "I don't know..."  

    "Akane, try touching it too."  

    "Oh, really? Really?"  

    Didn't you say you weren't a lesbian? And unlike Mikoto, you're pinching and kneading it

without a care in the world.  

    "Hey... it hurts."  

    "Oh, this feels really good."  

    "Right,"  

    Mikoto agreed.  

    "It's big and springy. I wonder how the pointed end feels."  

    "No, no, no!"  

    They undressed me without hesitation and immediately backed away. What are you trying

to do?  

    "Natsuru, try touching mine this time."  

    Mikoto then made a fuss.  

    "You, what are you talking about?"  

    "Why are you so shy? We're all women."  

    "I'm a man!"  

    You were just saying, "Don't look at me so lustfully," and so touching it is okay? You're so

fickle, what do you think I am?  

    "Go ahead and touch it. I want to show you how happy you are."  

    "No need!"  

    "After you touch mine, touch Akane."  

    That's out of the question. The bulldog girl will be enraged and shoot. She'll definitely hunt

me down to the depths of hell.  

    Mikoto pulled me, and I pulled back. It was a tug -of-war with my own arms. Unlike before,

I was also a Kämpfer, and I had the strength.  

    "You're so clueless, Akane, give me a hand."  

    "Okay!"  

    "Hey!"  

    Akane came around from the other side. I anxiously tried to escape, but right in front of

me was a gas stove, curry simmering.  

    "Natsuru~,"  

    Mikoto said. "You should be happy to touch breasts for free," or something like that, but it

depends on the time and place, so don't pull me.  

    "You better not move too much, there's curry here."  

    It's all your fault. I struggled to break free, but both of them were Kämpfer's incredibly

strong, and I finally lost my balance and stepped on nothing.  

    "Wow..."  

    "Ah..."  

    Curry happened to spill on my clothes, but splashing water on them didn't cause severe

burns. My heat tolerance has improved since I became a Kämpfer. Isn't it because I've saved

my luck for times like these that I haven't won the lottery lately?  

    The price I paid was a flooded kitchen full of water and curry. It was a tragedy. I'd better

throw away the chair.  

    "Hey, Natsuru,"  

    Mikoto said to me as I applied the ointment. A hint of remorse finally appeared on her

face. Akane didn't say anything because her jaw was sore from laughing at me covered in

curry. After all, it was this girl who splashed water on me.  

    "What are you doing?"  

    "Dinner's gone."  

    "It's nothing I can do. I'll just eat the leftover curry."  

    The chicken curry had already been eaten up by the floor and the rag, so it was impossible

to return to its original state.  

    "I'll make you another meal to make it up to you. Now go buy the ingredients."  

    "If it's ramen, forget it,"  

    Mikoto said, stunned.  

    "...did you read my mind?"  

    "Of course I do."  

    As a small act of revenge, I applied some ointment to Mikoto's cheek.  

     

Translator's Notes

This chapter was translated from the Chinese translation of the original Japanese text.

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