Prologue
“He… Help meeeeee!!”
I let out a pathetic scream as I ran with all my might.
Help me! Anyone, please, just help me! I prayed desperately, never once stopping my feet as I kept running.
My stamina was already at its limit, my breath ragged and faint, yet I refused to stop—because my instincts screamed that if I did, it’d be the end of me.
“Why… Why the hell is a pumpkin chasing meeeeee!?”
That’s right! Right now, I was being chased by a pumpkin!
Glancing back while sprinting recklessly down an empty road, I caught sight of it.
“…Uooooooohhh!!”
No way. Stopping wasn’t an option. Absolutely no way.
Because it was still chasing me! That giant pumpkin—the very one I’d been wearing on my head—had grown enormous and was hot on my heels, its face taunting me like it was mocking my every step. Of course I was desperate!
“Damn it… How did it come to this!?”
I didn’t get it… How had things turned out like this?
Had I done something wrong? Had I committed some heinous act so terrible that I deserved to be hunted down by a pumpkin, as if it were saying, This is your punishment?
“Guh!?”
Maybe because I was lost in thought, I tripped over nothing.
Blaming myself for being an idiot wouldn’t help now—it was too late. A shadow large enough to engulf my entire body loomed over me, and as I looked up at it, despair sank in.
“Ah… Aah…!”
The giant pumpkin grinned wickedly, and then it crushed me.
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“!?”
My eyes snapped open as I jolted awake.
Taking deep breaths to steady my ragged breathing, I slowly roused my brain and calmed myself down.
“…A dream, huh.”
Muttering to myself, I realized everything I’d just experienced was a dream.
Well, yeah, of course it was. A pumpkin the size of a damn truck existing in real life? Chasing me down, no less? No way in hell that’d ever happen.
I climbed out of bed and stood in front of the pumpkin headpiece sitting in my room.
“You had the same face, you dumbass.”
I gave it a light tap, as if scolding it.
This pumpkin headpiece had that infuriating, smug look—like it was designed to piss people off. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you’d decorate a room with, but for me, it held a special meaning. In a way, it had brought me a fateful connection.
“…Guess I owe you some thanks for that, though.”
I gave a wry smile just as a knock came at my door.
“Hayato-kun, may I come in?”
“Go ahead.”
The door opened the moment I replied, and a beautiful girl with long black hair stepped inside.
Her name was Shinjo Arisa—the girl I’d saved from a robber, which sparked our bond. From there, we grew close, and now she was my girlfriend.
Her large chest, noticeable even through her uniform, swayed slightly as she approached me. She planted a quick kiss on my cheek before glancing at the pumpkin.
“Staring at Pumpkin-sama—what’s up?”
“Well… I had a dream where that thing grew huge and chased me around.”
“That’s quite a dream…”
Arisa’s expression faltered, like she wasn’t sure how to react. I chuckled wryly—yeah, if I were in her shoes, I’d probably make the same face.
“Anyway, ‘Pumpkin-sama,’ huh? Still calling it that…”
“Of course it’s Pumpkin-sama! It’s what brought us—you and me—together!”
Clenching her fist, Arisa declared it with conviction.
To her, this pumpkin was practically a god of matchmaking. I often caught her praying to it in my room, and today was no exception—she clasped her hands together in reverence once more.
I gave her another wry smile before turning to face her properly.
“Morning, Arisa.”
“Morning, Hayato-kun♪”
With that greeting, we left the room together and headed to the living room.
As we stepped inside, the delicious aroma of breakfast greeted me. My eyes met those of another girl, who was tasting some miso soup.
She was just as stunning as Arisa—a beautiful girl with an equally impressive figure. Her name was Shinjo Aina, Arisa’s twin sister, and also my girlfriend.
“Oh, Hayato-kun, morning!”
“Morning, Aina.”
Pausing her breakfast prep, Aina rushed over to me.
She threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I caught her in my embrace as she kissed my cheek, mirroring Arisa’s gesture from earlier.
“Morning’s gotta start with a kiss for Hayato-kun, right?♪”
“Haha, it really gives me a boost. Even just on the cheek… Kisses have some kinda magic, don’t they?”
“Yeah, totally!”
“Hehe, they sure do.”
Arisa and Aina—these two, with their special connection to me, gave me kisses that carried a strange, wonderful power.
Getting kissed before heading to school in the morning? That alone could fuel me to tackle the whole day. I’m a simple guy, sure, but it just reaffirmed how much I loved them both.
“Come on, Hayato-kun, let’s eat breakfast!”
“Yeah! Being all lovey-dovey like this is great and all, but we can’t be late for school!”
“Got it. Thanks, you two, seriously.”
And so, another happy day began with a breakfast made by the two girls I loved.
I had two girlfriends—not as some figure of speech, but literally two girlfriends.
In Japan, where monogamy is the norm for marriage, having just one wife is standard, and typically, you’d expect the same for girlfriends. Yet here I was, breaking that unspoken rule, dating two girls with their full consent.
“Hayato-kun, I love you.”
“Hayato-kun, I love you!”
Their voices, whispering their love, were so familiar I could hear them even when they weren’t around—like when I was alone.
Our meeting wasn’t exactly a fairy tale, but that’s exactly why we’d spent such intense, meaningful time together, building the relationship we had now.
Dating two girls at once wasn’t something I could brag about publicly.
I was overjoyed that Arisa and Aina were my girlfriends, and I had zero regrets about it—nor would I ever, I was certain. But if I had to voice one tiny, selfish complaint lately…
“Damn it… Why are they both so freaking sexy, those bastards!? They’re hitting my self-control with pinpoint accuracy… Gahhh! I don’t hate it—hell, I love it—and on top of that, they’re so sweet and cute… Arghhhh!!”
Lately, I’d been yelling stuff like that to myself a lot.
It’d been a month since we met, grew close, got overwhelmed by their relentless affection, chose to drown in it, and officially became a couple. Now, with Christmas approaching, it was that time of year—December 24th—when the streets would be packed with couples.
With that special day for lovers looming, I spent my days basking in the love of these gorgeous, sexy sisters—thrilled yet struggling to keep myself in check.
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“…Ahh~♪”
“Hehe, you look pretty pleased, Hayato-kun.”
Arisa said that while looking down at me—not that I could see her face with her chest in the way.
It was lunchtime. We’d just finished eating, but to avoid prying eyes, Arisa and I had snuck off to an empty classroom.
It was winter, so the cold was a given, but today was sunny and a bit warmer than usual.
Even before keeping our relationship under wraps, Arisa and Aina were known at school as the beautiful twin sisters—untouchable, like flowers on a high peak. If anyone saw me getting too cozy with them, it’d stir up trouble, so we met in secret like this at school.
“Arisa’s lap pillow is the best… It’s so relaxing, like it’s healing my brain after all those classes.”
“Really? Then enjoy it to your heart’s content♪”
“Yeah, thanks, Arisa.”
“No need to thank me. If it helps you, I’m happy to do anything.”
She said that with what I assumed was a smile—I couldn’t quite see it.
The one downside here was that Arisa’s chest was so big it blocked her face. Sure, what I could see was a feast for the eyes, but I always wanted to catch her smile whenever I could.
(Arisa’s got such a strong sense of devotion… Probably just for me, huh.)
Like her words suggested, Arisa was always trying to be useful to me.
I’d picked up hints of it even before we started dating, but now that we were together, it was even more obvious.
“…”
“What’s wrong?”
“…Nah, just—Heave-ho!.”
With a tinge of reluctance, I lifted myself from the supreme comfort of her lap pillow.
As Arisa gazed at me with a curious tilt of her head, I fought back a flicker of embarrassment and spoke.
“Thanks again, Arisa. You really are my girl, huh?”
What a cheesy, cringe-worthy line.
My girl—words that felt like they belonged to some ridiculously handsome guy or a host raking in cash at a club.
But… for Arisa, they worked like a charm.
“Ah… Aah♪”
Her cheeks flushed red, her hands pressed to her face, and she stared at me with an expression of pure ecstasy—a girl whose switch had undeniably been flipped.
(…It’s those eyes. That look of submission, like she’s telling me with every ounce of her being that she’s mine—it’s so damn erotic.)
Erotic! Everything about her was just too erotic!
I knew it might be rude to feel this way about a girl, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake it off.
“Hey, Hayato-kun. Anything else? Is there something more you want me to do?”
She grabbed my left hand with both of hers as she spoke.
Her hands felt a little cool—or maybe it was just that mine were burning hot compared to hers.
Just locking eyes with her was enough to make me happy, but being alone with Arisa like this, hearing her ask if there’s anything I wanted—it had this strange power that made me want to lean into her completely.
“Uh… well, maybe I could just indulge a little—”
“You can.”
Before I could finish, Arisa pulled me into her arms.
She hugged me tight, gently stroking my back… and in that warmth, I almost forgot we were still at school. All I wanted was to melt into it.
“This makes me happy too, but knowing you want more—it’s even better,” she said softly.
“Yeah… I’m really happy too. Just like this, honestly.”
As we held each other, a cute little giggle tickled our ears.
We didn’t panic or scramble to see who it was—because we already knew.
“You two are so lovey-dovey♪”
“Oh, Aina, you’re here too.”
Peeking through the door was Aina.
Her bright, beaming smile was the epitome of carefree innocence—so adorable and lively it could make anyone grin just by looking at her.
“Sorry, Nee-san. Didn’t mean to interrupt your time with Hayato-kun,” Aina said, her tone apologetic.
Arisa chuckled softly.
“It’s fine. I’m still a little unsatisfied, but I’ll let you have the rest of the time, okay?”
“Huh, really!?”
“Of course. Hayato-kun, I’ll leave Aina to you then.”
Whoa… was this the cool confidence of an older sister?
Still, the faintly unsatisfied look on Arisa’s face as the door closed stuck with me. Knowing she cared that much warmed my heart.
In contrast to Arisa’s quiet closeness as she left, Aina came in and threw herself at me with exaggerated enthusiasm.
“Hayato-kuuun!!”
“Whoa!?”
Maybe “leaping” was an overstatement, but she hugged me with such force, burying her face in my chest and rubbing her forehead against me like she was marking her territory.
After a moment of that, she looked up, letting out a smug, almost lecherous “Muhaa~♪” like some old perv.
“Muhaa’s a no-go!”
“Come on, it’s fine! It was that good♪”
…Damn it, she’s too cute—I can’t even argue!
Her beaming smile wasn’t the only thing pressing against me—her voluptuous body was just as relentless as Arisa’s. Rumor had it her chest was slightly bigger than her sister’s, and it was hard not to notice.
(Guh… Just having her press her chest against me—why does it have to shred my self-control like this!?)
It was like those soft curves held some irresistible magic.
We were already a couple, and whether they meant to or not, both Arisa and Aina were so physical with me. Part of me thought, Why not just give in? Let desire take over! But then the angel in me slammed on the brakes, insisting it was too soon for anything physical.
“Come on, just do it already!”
“No way! You’re not old enough to take responsibility yet!”
How many times had the angel and devil inside me duked it out like this? Too many to count.
Sure, plenty of high schoolers these days hooked up without a second thought, but I couldn’t help worrying about the what-ifs. It wasn’t just about protecting myself—it was about them. And yet!
“Hey, Hayato-kun. We’re not heading back to class yet, right? Let’s get lovey-dovey too♪”
I’d never compare Arisa and Aina—but Aina’s devilish little smile, sweeter and more tempting than Arisa’s, left me with no choice but to nod.
I sat down on a chair, and Aina stood in front of me before plopping onto my lap.
Her hands rested on my shoulders as she gazed at me, sticking out her tongue playfully. She looked like a mischievous imp—or maybe a succubus straight out of a manga. My heart pounded.
“Hehe, being this close really gets my heart racing. Just looking at you is amazing, but being pressed up against you like this? It makes my lower half all tingly♪”
“…”
Girls shouldn’t say stuff like “lower half tingly”… ever.
Staring at her so close, there was no doubt—no, almost no doubt—she saw my face turn red.
“Ugh, Hayato-kun, you’re so cute!!”
“Mmph!?”
She suddenly raised her voice, then yanked me into a tight hug.
Her arms locked around the back of my head, leaving me no escape. My face was buried in her overwhelming softness, drowning in the sweet scent radiating from her.
“Mmm… hehe♪ It tickles, but this feels so good. Hey, Hayato-kun, doesn’t it make your heart race?”
“…Yeah.”
“Right? Oh, you’re just too cute… It makes me smirk, and even though it’s winter, my body’s getting so hot♪”
“…”
Her trembling embrace tightened, and I finally went silent.
(Aina’s like this too…! Seriously, I deserve a medal for holding out this long!)
What I’d felt with Arisa applied to Aina too, naturally.
But Aina took it a step further—her physical affection was even more frequent, yet never once felt overbearing. Maybe it was because I was so smitten, but her honest displays of love were pure bliss. Arisa’s were great too, just different.
“Hayato-kun.”
“Hm?”
Her grip on my head loosened, and I pulled back from her chest. Aina’s cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
Lunch break ended without much fanfare after that. I saw Aina off and headed back to my own classroom.
“…Phew.”
I sat at my desk and let out a quiet breath.
Since I started dating Arisa and Aina, this had been my daily life.
At school, we flirted in secret like this. At home, where no one could see, they let loose completely—showering me with affection so sweet and risqué it made school seem tame.
(How much longer can I hold out…?)
Two girls—cute, gorgeous, and sexy as hell—kept closing the distance, and I’d been resisting. Honestly, I half-seriously thought I might achieve enlightenment soon.
(Mom, Dad—are you watching from heaven? I’m so happy, but it’s like a daily trial.)
Happy, yet exhausting—that was my life, Domoto Hayato’s everyday routine.
If I whined about this being my “problem,” most guys would probably kill me. Still, I could almost picture Mom and Dad—especially Mom—laughing their asses off while watching me from above.
Anyway, I was happy… but there was this lingering fear that I’d end up sinking even deeper into the love Arisa and Aina poured on me. Even that fear, though, they’d probably overwhelm with their affection.
…Man, what a luxurious problem, I thought with a wry smile, turning my focus back to class.
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