Volume 5 Chapter 16 The Princely Girl’s Visceral Sacrifice for the Track
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Another week spun itself out, dragging by like a molasses-slow clock.
The folk who saw her couldn’t help but stop dead, their necks twisting backward in one long, uninterrupted stare. She was only walking down a simple residential street, mind you, but this person, this magnificent creature, snatched up every single gaze that drifted her way.
There was her towering, graceful height, for one. Then there was the way she held her spine bolt-straight—a posture that would make a stage actor weep with envy. Even her casually worn jeans couldn’t hide the clean, polished air that clung to her like a fine perfume.
This stunning figure pushed the intercom at the destined house, and a girl (Hibiki) greeted her, leading the way inside. She ascended to the second floor, gave a slight nod to the boy (Hirose) who waited for her, and then settled herself down at the table.
”—Today,” Suruga Akira¹ began, her expression heavy with earnestness, “I humbly ask for your assistance.”
Her handsome, prince-like features were, as always, so devastatingly beautiful that it seemed as though a riot of roses was blooming behind her. Her very presence commandeered the room’s air in a heartbeat.
It was this Akira, this boyishly beautiful girl, who spoke her resolve to Hirose and Hibiki.
”Are you absolutely certain you want to do this?” Hirose questioned gently.
”Yes. My youth is a moment in time, nothing more. And the vast majority of it must be devoted to track and field,” Akira affirmed, her voice holding no quiver of doubt. “If this complex can be erased, and my time can be shaved down, even by a fraction… that will be more than enough for me.”
That decision, housed in her clear, resolute eyes, was utterly unshakable. Both Hirose and Hibiki had witnessed countless times how earnestly Akira dedicated herself to her sport.
The procedure, they knew, involved a dreadful feeling of self-sacrifice. Yet, they had seen so many clients rejoice at the reflection staring back after it was done. And this change, this magnificent shift, always had a splendid effect on their athletic performance.
Only recently, for instance, there was Hayase Misaki from the tennis club, who had a great big mole removed from her thigh. With that mental burden finally gone, she had achieved enormous spiritual growth, which, in turn, had been a magnificent booster to her game.
This time, Akira’s wish was to reduce the size of her bosom. While there would certainly be the practical ‘Effect’ of reducing her overall weight and improving her running form, Hirose and Hibiki knew that the mental liberation would be even grander. To run without worrying about her chest—that, they believed, would give her a strength greater than she could ever imagine.
”Right then, I’ll step out for a bit. Call me when you’re ready, yeah?” Hirose said.
”Y-Yes!” Akira replied, her tone ringing with both discipline and a dreadful, creeping nervousness.
”It wouldn’t be comfortable for you to be stared at the whole time, so I’ll be outside during the procedure,” Hibiki added, her expression soft with concern. “But you must tell us immediately if anything feels wrong, understand?”
”I know. Since you are Hibiki-senpai’s boyfriend, I trust you completely,” Akira responded.
”…Hearing you say that does put my mind at ease. But looking at you again, you really are something else…” Hibiki whispered, a touch of awe in her voice.
After Hirose left the room, Akira hesitated for a long moment before slowly taking off her clothes, unhooking her bra, and baring her top half. Hibiki’s gaze fixed on her chest, and a gasp of sheer amazement slipped from her lips.
”Ahaha… it’s hereditary, I’m afraid. My mother’s quite large, too,” Akira chuckled, trying to lighten the crushing awkwardness.
”A whole family of grand figures…!” Hibiki gasped, stunned. She knew the Suruga family was a collection of astounding beauties, but to realize they had also been blessed with such a generous figure seemed like nothing less than a divine lottery win.
”—Hirose, I’m ready now!” Hibiki called out.
”—!” Akira’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson at the sound of the call.
”Excuse me for coming in…” Hirose whispered as he stepped through the door. Akira instantly spun around, her back to him, covering her exposed chest with her arms.
”Alright, Hirose. I’ll leave the rest to you,” Hibiki declared.
”You can trust me. She’s your important junior, Hibiki, so of course, I’ll take care of her,” Hirose replied calmly.
To merely listen to their conversation, you’d think it was the most ordinary exchange in the world. But Akira was now bare from the waist up—and what was about to commence was, without a shadow of a doubt, a delicate and deeply intimate procedure.
Hibiki stepped out, and the air in the room settled, becoming thick with the presence of only the two of them.
”Akira-chan. Don’t push yourself. I have a blindfold if you need it, just say the word,” Hirose offered.
”I-I came here having fully prepared myself, Senpai. Besides… it would be rude to cover my eyes in front of the Senpai who is doing this much for me,” Akira stammered.
”You don’t have to worry about me, honestly…. But you look dreadfully shy on your face…”
”W-Wait just a moment! I need to take a deep breath. Once I’ve taken a deep breath, I’ll show you properly, I promise…”
Huuuh, haaa—she took three great, long breaths. Her back, toned by a track athlete’s training, had a beautiful, supple curve, and the soft dip of her waist held a certain feminine grace.
At last, her breathing normalized, Akira turned back toward Hirose, her decision made.
”S-Senpai… please, I’m ready…”
”— — — —”
She lowered her arms, her face turned slightly to the side. But her breasts were now entirely exposed to Hirose’s view.
They were utterly massive, simply overflowing with fullness. A truly astonishing sight, far too big to be covered by her own hands. The central tips were likewise proportionate to that magnitude, commanding a huge presence. The slightly tanned skin made a striking contrast of pale and bronze, making Akira’s body all the more alluring.
”C-Could you… say something… anything…” she pleaded.
”Eh!? Oh… right… Akira-chan, I will properly resolve your worries. So you just have to bear with this for a little while, okay?” Hirose said.
”Y-Yes…” Akira whispered.
For a fleeting second, Hirose wondered if he should have simply complimented her on her figure. Akira’s eyes were shimmering, filled with a certain expectation. But he felt that to say anything trivial would make a mockery of the deep resolve she had just displayed. So, Hirose chose to remain silent, returning only pure seriousness.
”I’ll support you from behind, then,” he instructed.
”P-Please do…”
Up close, Akira’s skin was translucent and perfectly fine-grained. Due to the crushing tension, a thin stream of sweat trailed down the back of her neck.
”One last check. You’re truly alright with this, yes? Say something immediately if you feel any pain or discomfort.”
”…It’s fine. I absolutely will not say stop!” she vowed.
”Understood. Then, I’m going to begin—”
Hirose embraced Akira’s beautiful body from behind, leaning close to her back, and then extended both hands toward her chest.
And then—
”—’FAT BURNING’”
He muttered the low command, and the procedure commenced instantly.
”—Nnn, Ah…!” The moment his hands touched her magnificent, overflowing chest, a small, girlish cry tumbled from Akira’s mouth. The Akira who usually carried herself with the poise of a prince was now utterly baring an uncontrollable reaction.
I’m actually being touched… I never thought the day would come when a man would touch me like this… and it’s Hibiki-senpai’s boyfriend, no less… This situation is so strange, so wrong, and yet… why does his touch feel so good…? Is this the Skill’s doing, too…?
Akira’s mind was flooded with doubt, but she could not fight the rising pleasure. Meanwhile, Hirose was desperately trying to maintain his professional calm.
Wh-What in the world is this sheer magnitude—! The skin quality, the elasticity, the softness… And how much heavy, wonderful weight is contained within this chest!?
Hirose’s heart pounded like a frantic drum as he kneaded Akira’s breast. The size he was touching, a truly legendary abundance, was beyond all common sense. He desperately worked his hands over the enormous mounds that his palms could not possibly contain.
”Ahh, Nnn… H-He’s kneading me…! Senpai’s hands… Aahh…!”
”I’m sorry, Akira-chan. Tell me if you want me to stop,” Hirose whispered.
”Keep going… Please, complete it… Until every corner is made smaller…!” she managed to force out.
A crease had formed between Akira’s eyebrows as she squeezed out the words, yet her eyes remained stubbornly wet and resolute.
Akira, you see, had never once experienced self-pleasure and had never even played with her own chest. That was why her body was now shaking so sensitively, showing such an intense reaction to this new, unknown sensation.
”My voice… I can’t stop it…! Aann!? …My tips… my tips are… Aann!?” Her short, golden hair trembled as Akira involuntarily looked up at the ceiling. Hirose held her tight from behind, making sure to massage not only the tips but the entire breast evenly.
But the sheer size brought a unique, unforeseen physical phenomenon.
…A cavity, underneath her bust…? So much sweat…!
A pocket of space had formed beneath her breasts, and it was already pooling with sweat, dampening Hirose’s fingertips.
Akira’s face burned bright red, and she struggled to speak.
”Ahh, I-I’m so sorry…! My sweat, there’s so much sweat…!”
”It’s completely fine, don’t worry about it,” Hirose soothed.
”B-But…! My dirty sweat is all over Senpai’s hands… Aaahnn!?”
Despite her looks, Akira-chan has low self-esteem, doesn’t she…? Maybe we’re a bit similar, Hirose mused internally, continuing the procedure.
A few minutes later, as the procedure neared its end, Akira’s body began to tremble violently.
”Aah, Aah…! W-What is this… My body is… tingling so badly…!” A faint, electric thrill shot through her entire being. Akira could no longer stand on her own, reduced to grasping Hirose’s arms and clinging to him.
”Are you alright? Should I continue? It’s only another minute or two,” Hirose asked.
”C-Cont… Aaahh!? Keep going, p-please…!” she shrieked.
”O-Okay…” Hirose replied.
Her sweat-slicked breasts glistened as if they had been oiled, and with every slide of his fingers, Akira’s body convulsed. Her tips had hardened and stiffened, and Akira herself understood what it meant. Knowledge she had heard from Honjou Wakana flashed through her mind—.
No… no way… I’m going to… climax!?
”Aahhh… Aahhh… Nngh, this is bad… N-No way… This is…! Mmmgh!” She bit down hard on her teeth, trying to hold it back, but tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. It was obvious she was at her limit.
”Just a little more… Keep holding on…!” Hirose encouraged.
”Senpai!? Aah, Aah! I’m going to, I’m… g-going to…! This feels so good…! I can’t stand it… I’m coming, I’m coming…!”
With a final scream, a powerful, shocking rush of sensation pierced Akira’s body.
”NNGHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUU—!”
Her whole body arched backward, her eyes rolled up, and she climaxed, sweat flying from her skin. The last trace of the ‘prince’ was gone, leaving only a single girl in a state of utter, uncontrollable release.
A dark stain could be seen spreading slowly across the crotch of her jeans.
—The Procedure was complete.
”Akira-chan… it’s over now…” Hirose whispered.
”Aah… Aah…” Akira could only slump against Hirose’s chest, completely devoid of strength.
”H-Hibiki—!” Hirose called out in a panic. Hibiki rushed over, taking the limp Akira into her arms and quickly helping her to dress. Akira was still dazed, her body trembling with the aftershock of the intense pleasure.
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Summary:
The determined track star, Akira, undergoes a secret, intimate procedure with Hirose to reduce her bust size for better athletic performance. Despite her initial embarrassment and princely demeanor, the ‘Fat Burning’ skill causes an overwhelming, full-body physical reaction, leaving her in a state of ecstatic collapse. The sacrifice was made for the sake of her dreams.
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Character Insight:
Akira’s unwavering loyalty to her sport overrides her deep-seated shyness and low self-esteem regarding her body. Her intense, uncontrolled physical reaction reveals a hidden, highly sensitive side far removed from her public ‘prince’ persona, showcasing the internal conflict between her beauty and her ambition.
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Behind the Scene:
The author establishes that the ‘Gift’ procedures, while physically intimate and sexually charged, are primarily accepted within the world as a tool for athletic and mental improvement, providing a plausible (within the fantasy genre) excuse for the delicate content. The final sexual release is a culmination of repressed feelings and the body’s natural sensitivity to the unknown touch.
Notes:
• Suruga Akira – She used to be the junior high Prince of Track and Field, the kind of runner everyone expected to win before the race even started. Tall and slender with a quietly strong, athletic build, I-cup, short nearly-blonde hair, and a sweet, androgynous face that often had people mistaking her for a boy, she gathered admirers without trying—especially among the girls.
• Hayase Misaki – The class representative and a member of the tennis club. Misaki is known for being outspoken and blunt, preferring to say exactly what she thinks. Have a milk tea colored long hair ponytail, and a large, conspicuous mole near her left inner thigh.
• Honjou Wakana – Akira’s fellow track team member and best friend, specializing in the long jump. She is very close to Akira, often teasing her physically. Have bright red hair in ponytail, athletic build, and has a large chest (H-Cup).
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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