"Issei, you're our best friend. That's why we thought of you."
"Let's get married—the three of us. We'll live happily ever after."
"Come on, Issei, join us..."
Matsuda and Motohama wore expressions so tender it would've been sweet—if they weren't the stuff of Issei's nightmares. In that instant, he understood:
There was no saving them. Matsuda and Motohama had gone full pervert.
"No way!"
Issei shouted, shoving past them in a desperate bid to escape.
He had to run—if he stayed even a second longer, he might end up defiled by these two maniacs!
"Issei, you're not getting away!"
Motohama darted to block the door. Skinny and unassuming, his movements were lightning-fast. He pushed up his glasses, a wicked grin splitting his face as he stared down Issei.
"Hehehe... Just give in, Issei. Come and join us in the world of true love."
"Trust me, you'll learn to love it soon enough."
Matsuda, tall and broad, cracked his knuckles and closed in from behind. Trapped between them, Issei's panic hit a new peak.
"Matsuda, Motohama, please—let me go! I don't want to turn into a pervert like you!"
Regret flooded Issei. He should never have come. Now, all he could do was beg, hoping their old friendship would save him.
But—
"Nonsense! We're just chasing true love. We're not perverts!"
"Even if you say that, Issei, we'll get mad. Stop resisting and accept your fate!"
With wild, excited grins, Matsuda and Motohama pounced like beasts, pinning Issei to the floor.
"No! I don't want to be a pervert! Somebody help me!"
"Gahaha, Issei, we picked this abandoned place just for today!"
"Shout all you want—even if you scream yourself hoarse, no one's coming!"
"Just accept it, Issei. Join us in the world of true love—ahahaha!"
Issei fought, pleaded, screamed—but they were determined to drag him down with them. Clothes tore. Despair took root. But what terrified Issei most was the strange thrill rising inside him—a cursed impulse, ready to explode.
This was it. If Matsuda and Motohama succeeded, he'd fall too.
Struggling, begging, resisting—none of it worked. Slowly, Issei's desperation numbed into surrender. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, joining them in their world of true love.
His mind drifted, oddly calm, as his clothes were ripped away. Forgotten memories surfaced:
Days spent reading oppai comics with the old man in the park. The nervous excitement of his first oppai ice cream. The promises, the brotherhood, the secret rituals of the Oppai Faction...
"Stop, Motohama. Stop, Matsuda."
Issei's voice dropped, flat and heavy.
"Issei?"
For the first time, his words made them freeze. Something had changed. Matsuda and Motohama found themselves backing off, almost against their will.
Issei stood, straightened his rumpled clothes, and walked to the window. He gazed out at the night, his silhouette suddenly dignified, almost heroic.
"Matsuda, Motohama. I do understand you. Maybe joining you in the world of true love wouldn't be so bad."
"But I finally get it now. What I truly want to pursue is—"
"OPPAI!!!!!"
His shout shook the room, echoing with absolute conviction.
He'd wavered between true love and oppai for so long. But now, he understood—his heart belonged to oppai.
A surge of resolve blazed through him, so fierce it shattered Ravel's lingering curse. No more indecision. No more confusion.
True love could go to hell. He wanted oppai—nothing else.
At that moment, in a distant world, a mysterious divine essence flickered. A pillar of pink light pierced the dimensional veil and struck Issei.
"Ahhh... So bright! Issei's glowing!"
"My eyes! My eyes!"
Matsuda and Motohama shrieked, shielding their faces from the blinding light. Issei could only gape in shock.
What the hell was happening?
He looked up, searching for the source. And froze.
Oppai. So many oppai.
"Oppai oppai... oppai oppai..."
Winged oppai, singing their sacred song, circled the light beam and descended on Issei.
"Young man who has awakened the soul of oppai—accept it! Accept the power of oppai!"
A mysterious voice rang out. The oppai flocked into Issei's body, and before their stunned eyes, his chest swelled—rapidly, impossibly.
"Ahhh..."
It was a miracle. Matsuda and Motohama were speechless; Issei nearly fainted.
He'd grown oppai—just like a girl.
Oh. My. God.
The phenomenon faded quickly. The oppai vanished into Issei, the pink light disappeared, and silence returned as if nothing had happened.
But Issei's chest, now larger than any girl's, told the whole story.
"O-O-O-Oppai! Issei grew oppai!"
"Give them to us, Issei!!"
Matsuda and Motohama snapped out of their daze, eyes glowing green as they lunged for Issei.
They loved oppai, too—not as fiercely as Issei, but enough to abandon true love in an instant.
Seeing oppai and true love harmoniously united before them, how could they not be excited?
"Stay away!"
Issei finally snapped back to reality, horrified. Instinctively, he thrust his chest forward.
And in that moment, under three sets of incredulous eyes, two pink lasers shot from Issei's newly grown oppai...
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