Prologue ■ The Boy and the Boobs: A Fateful Encounter

Ever had the experience of burying your face in the bosom of a beautiful older woman?

It all started back in elementary school.

I still remember it vividly, like it was yesterday. My homeroom teacher was drop-dead gorgeous and unbelievably busty.

Being a mischievous kid back then, I fell head over heels for her at first sight. Every day was like living in a dream.

One day, I can’t recall what for, but I was called to the classroom to see my beautiful teacher.

She leaned forward to speak to me at my eye level, a kid’s eye level.

Yes, leaned forward.

This incredibly beautiful, big-breasted woman was leaning forward right in front of me.  The sight I beheld at that moment—it was the most moving experience of my young life.

Her breasts, obeying gravity, hung down, amplified in presence by being nestled between her arms, asserting themselves like never before. …And the valley between them spread out right before my eyes, filling my entire field of vision.

Naturally, my head was completely filled with boobs. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what she was saying.

That alone was already an amazing event—but then, a miracle happened.

For some reason, one of my classmates bumped into the teacher from behind.

The impact to her rear threw her off balance, and she nearly fell forward.

Did my classmate push her bottom as a prank?

Or was it some kind of accident?

Even now, I can’t say for sure.

But honestly, at that moment, I couldn't have cared less about the reason.

*Fwoomph.*

That’s right.

I was enveloped in something warm, soft, and gentle.

It took me a while to realize that it was my teacher’s breasts.

My face, a mere elementary school kid’s face, was perfectly nestled in the magnificent cleavage of my teacher's bosom.

“……………………………………”

Can you even imagine the emotion I felt at that moment?

I vaguely remember my teacher apologizing profusely, but my heart was overflowing with joy and gratitude.  If anything, I felt like saying, “No, thank *you*.”

This dreamlike event changed my life. No, it defined my life.

I would live for boobs.

I would master the way of the boob.

I will become the Boob King!

And so, young as I was… I decided to express the beauty of boobs in the form of art, to move people, to leave a lasting impression on this world for eternity—that became my dream.

……Thank you for indulging my long-winded reminiscence.

Now, here’s what I’m trying to get at…

Didn’t you feel something after hearing my story?

Didn’t you feel something stir within your chest?

If so, if you have the same thing within you as I do—then I declare here and now:

“I will create art of boobs, by boobs, for boobs, with my own hands!”

Won't you join me in mastering the way of the boob?

Beyond the viewfinder, the ocean stretches out.

A clear blue sky. The sound of waves crashing and receding. A sea breeze tickling my cheek. Sunlight showering down like glittering gems, making the water’s surface sparkle.

*Snap*—Several years have passed since that life-altering event. Ayato Kanzaki, the boy who set his sights on boobs, is now in his third year of middle school.  He stands on the warm sand, photographing the sea and sky that stretch out before him.

The season is summer. The refreshing scenery clears his mind, and he involuntarily murmurs,

“…Yeah, the ocean's the best.”

This is Southern Beach Chigasaki, in Chigasaki City, Kanagawa Prefecture.

Located about a twenty-minute walk from the city's central station, this beach is bustling with people as it's summer vacation.

Couples shamelessly making out, high school students frolicking with their friends, families with children, surfers seeking the perfect wave… everyone is enjoying the summer sea to the fullest, getting a deep tan under the summer sun.

The cafes just off the beach are also thriving. The open terraces are filled with the smiles of people dining while gazing at the sea, and just watching the scene makes you feel somehow happy.

Chigasaki, located away from the famous tourist destinations of nearby Kamakura and the popular youth spot of Enoshima, is a town with a laid-back atmosphere throughout the year.  Yet, access to Tokyo is easy, just about an hour by train.  Being close to the sea, another of its charms is the fresh seafood you can enjoy.

Today, too, the town lives on in a relaxed rhythm, together with the sea breeze.

Standing on the sandy beach on a sunny day, Ayato gazed out at the horizon.

“…I wonder where Mom and Dad are right now.”

Ayato’s father is a photographer. His mother is a painter, and if you trace back their ancestry, there are a few famous artists sprinkled throughout the family tree.

Born into such a family, Ayato has traveled around the world with his parents since he was little, capturing various landscapes in photographs.

Ayato’s talent for photography was recognized from a young age, and he has won numerous awards in contests. For a time, he became a minor celebrity as a photography prodigy, and even now, photos he took are displayed at his middle school.

“I just hope they’re not pushing themselves too hard again.”

Gazing at the horizon, Ayato thought of his parents.

They’re probably in some country right now, indulging their creative urges to their hearts' content.

He could picture them in his mind: his dad, engrossed, snapping photos; his mom, brushing paint onto her canvas.

Ayato’s parents are artists through and through.

If it’s for a good photo for his dad, or a good painting for his mom, they’re pretty willing to break common sense.

He just hoped his dad wasn’t trying to take a two-shot with an African lion again (apparently there’s an activity where you build trust with lions and take photos with them)… but well, knowing them, Ayato wasn't particularly worried.

“Next year, I want to go abroad and take photos to my heart’s content too.”

Unlike his parents, Ayato is staying in Japan and buried in study every day this year, as he has high school entrance exams to prepare for, and cannot participate in the annual family trip.

If he passes the exams without a hitch, next summer he's determined to spend his days immersed in photography in various countries. For now, it's just study, study, study.

Even so, sometimes you need a little healing. After finishing summer school at the cram school in front of the station, Ayato came straight to this beach and was taking pictures of the sea.

Foreign landscapes are attractive, but local scenery is also good in its own way.

“Kya-ha-ha, no way~♪”

“Hehehe♡”

Just then, two women walked past Ayato.

They looked like college students, both very beautiful. Being at the beach, they were naturally in swimsuits, and their swimsuits were particularly eye-catching.

They were wearing monokinis, which look like one-piece swimsuits from the front but are bikinis with a lot of skin exposed from the back.  There are various designs, and the ones they were wearing had daring cuts even in the front one-piece part, further increasing the exposed skin area.

*Boing!* *Jiggle!* *Boiyoing!*♡

Moreover, the two women had incredible figures, and because there were cuts in the chest area too, the cleavage exposure was intense, and the jiggling of their boobs was directly transmitted.

Each time they stepped onto the sand, their boobs bounced rhythmically as they laughed joyfully.

*Boob photos.*

—Suddenly, those words popped into his head.

It was the dream Ayato had held ever since he was an elementary school kid and realized the wonder of boobs by burying his face in his beautiful homeroom teacher’s bosom.

As Ayato thought about his dream, he felt a slight pang of sadness.

“I’m already in third year of middle school… time really flies.”

Ayato, who was on a stretch of sand slightly away from the crowded swimming area for his photography, muttered while basking in the summer sun and sea breeze.

—In the past few years, Ayato hadn’t been able to take a single boob photo.

The reason was simple and clear.  Besides the fact that photographing someone’s boobs is inherently difficult, Ayato… was bad at photographing people.

He had won numerous awards for landscape photography, which he started under his father’s influence. But in portrait photography, he hadn’t won a single award.

No matter how many times he clicked the shutter, how much theory he learned, or how much guidance he received from his father and his father’s professional photographer friends, nothing changed.

The feeling he could capture when photographing landscapes vanished the moment he tried to frame a person in the viewfinder.

Unable to get results despite his efforts, Ayato gradually started to take only landscape photos, and before long, he had drifted away from boob photos as well.

“……”

The sound of the waves echoed as if in response to Ayato’s heart.

…Looking back, Ayato thinks he’s been blessed.

Born into an artistic family, with his beloved camera by his side since birth, he was able to learn in the best environment.

And on top of that, his work is being recognized, so there should be nothing to complain about—but a sense of dissatisfaction always lingered in Ayato’s heart.

…As if pleading for something unfulfilled, his soul kept crying out.

But, the thing is, boobs.

It’s not something a guy like him can casually photograph, nor something easily appreciated by others.

Moreover, he himself isn’t sure what kind of boob photo he is seeking.

Yet, this burning impulse continues to stir his heart.

“—Um, excuse me?”

“?”

Ayato turned around, startled by the voice suddenly addressed to him.

Standing there on the sand was a girl.

Short stature, a small and delicate frame.

He didn’t recognize her, but the first thing that caught his eye was the uniform she was wearing.

The summer uniform of Kiyokaze Academy, located near this beach.

It was the same design as the one worn by a girl he knew from childhood, so there was no mistake.

“……Is there something—?”

Ayato, realizing she seemed to be talking to him, was about to ask the girl he’d never met what she wanted—

*BOOM!!!*

““—!?””

In an instant. Suddenly, the chest area of the girl’s summer uniform exploded.

—.

It was truly a miracle.

The world seemed to move in slow motion, buttons flew off, and from the chest of the summer uniform—it appeared.

Boobs.

White, large, beautiful—and above all, perfectly shaped boobs revealed themselves.

Ideal.

Truly, ideal boobs.

Color, shape, luster, everything about them expressed ultimate beauty.

Stunned by their sheer beauty, Ayato forgot the passage of time, even where he was.

“—!”

His sense of time snapped back.

The girl, frantically covering her chest with both hands, turned bright red and dashed away from the spot.

—.

The girl was leaving.

Leaving Ayato behind, completely captivated by the beauty of the boobs, only able to stand there in a daze.

“……”

A seagull took flight. Spreading its wings, riding the wind, soaring into the sky.

*Mew, mew,* a cat-like cry echoed around.

People with satisfied smiles on their faces, enjoying the summer sea, were leaving the beach one by one.

“—.”

With a thud.

Ayato dropped to his knees on the sand.

His body swayed and collapsed as if succumbing to gravity, and he lay prostrate on the hot sand.

Ayato couldn't move a finger.

The feel of the sand on his cheek, the pleasantness of the sea breeze stroking his body, the cheerful voices of people, the cries of the seagulls, everything was fading into the distance.

Even at this very moment—all he could do was tremble at the beauty of the boobs.

“……”

It’s been several years since that time in elementary school when he accidentally buried his face in his beautiful teacher’s bosom and awakened to the wonders of boobs…

—A sensation even more profound than that moment was born and exploded within the soul of the boy named Ayato.

Ayato once again, intensely, became aware of his dream.

“That’s right.  I really do… want to photograph boobs.”

At that moment, Ayato's dream—in its truest sense—was decided.

The dream that had been vague until now took form and clearly manifested itself.

“—.”

At the same time, overwhelmed by the sheer shock and surge of emotions, his consciousness rapidly faded away.

…Just before losing consciousness, Ayato put his feelings into words.

“—I will take the greatest boob photos!”