Page 1 ■ Senior Yearning to Photograph Busts and the Thespian Junior

The name of the academy standing by the seaside was – Seifu Academy.

School buildings erected in a bright and beautiful location blessed by the wind and light, a fully integrated school boasting a long history and tradition, encompassing everything from kindergarten to university.

While general students are more numerous these days, it was originally established to cultivate talent to play active roles in political and financial circles, and even now, it’s a prestigious academy where the sons and daughters of famous business families are enrolled.

Distinct from other schools, it's known not only for a curriculum that develops students' abilities, but also for its consideration of students' emotional education, the installation of state-of-the-art facilities every few years, and the artistic objects like beautiful gardens, flowerbeds, and statues that adorn the campus.

Its appearance is less like a school and more like a museum or a Western castle.

Furthermore, the academy's educational philosophy of "Nurturing artistic sensibility enriches students' lives" is prominently displayed, with classes and exhibitions inviting renowned artists, as well as in-school contests designed to give opportunities to cultural clubs.

In fact, many famous people are among the academy's graduates, and those who succeed as artists are particularly noticeable. With its academic standards, school facilities, curriculum, excellent faculty, and scenic seaside location, it is a popular school that many students aspire to enter every year.

Snap— Enchanted by a single flower blooming in such an academy, a boy pressed the shutter of his camera.

“Ayato.”

“Oh, Touya.”

Kanzaki Ayato. Seifu Academy High School, second year. President of the Photography Club.

The boy, always with a camera slung around his neck, was energetically taking pictures again today.

It was the time just after classes ended and school was out. The sea breeze, having travelled across the ocean, was swaying the flowers in the flowerbeds. Ayato raised his face at the sound of a familiar voice from his close friend and offered a smile.

“You’re always so engrossed in your camera, Ayato.”

Kiryu Touya. Seifu Academy High School, second year. Member of the Art Club. Heir to the prestigious Kiryu family, and Ayato's classmate.

With silky blond hair and refined, slender features. Radiating a star-like aura of sparkle while wearing a refreshing smile, his charm captivates countless female students.

Possessing looks and lineage befitting a prince, and even a good personality, all men genuinely feel that heaven favors handsome guys too much. He's confessed to by flocks of beautiful girls at the academy, making him a super celebrity prince amongst male and female teachers alike.

“Yeah, because the flowers in the flowerbed were blooming so beautifully.”

Honestly, Ayato had always wondered why such a perfect, handsome boy was friends with him.

But they had been close friends for over a year now, so Ayato figured it was pointless to think about it now.

“Art club today, Touya?”

“Yeah. I finished an errand the teacher asked of me. I’m heading there now. If you like, shall we go part of the way together?”

“Sure.”

When Ayato took over the Photography Club at the time of his enrollment, it had zero members and was on the verge of being dissolved.

To cooperate with Ayato, Touya, who belongs to the Art Club, also joined the Photography Club.

As this shows, even though their family backgrounds are different, Touya is approachable and kind. Or rather, thankfully, all the young ladies and gentlemen at this academy are like that.

Perhaps it's the laid-back atmosphere of this area that does it, allowing him to live a relaxed school life.

“U-Um, excuse me!”

Just as they started walking, they were suddenly called out. Ayato and Touya turned around.

They were in front of the flowerbed. A pleasant April breeze blew, swaying the skirt of the female student’s uniform.

“T-Touya-kun! I’ve always, always liked you! Please go out with me!”

It seemed to be a confession. From the color of her ribbon, he could tell she was a classmate. The cute girl with short hair was blushing bright red, and her courage in gathering all her strength was evident.

“…Sorry.”

But even when confessed to, Touya immediately refused. Ayato wondered how he could remain so unperturbed when confessed to by such a cute girl, but this was just the usual. The handsome Touya-kun was often confessed to like this.

“I know! That you like your real older sister!”

He had just said heaven favored handsome guys too much, but apparently, heaven does balance things out properly.

The completely flawless Touya-kun was a severe sis-con who was seriously in love with his own older sister. Because he liked his real sister, he had never had a girlfriend despite being so popular with girls – a rather unusual prince.

“That’s why, I’ll become your older sister! Please go out with me!”

Even so, just what was with this popularity?

Facing the girl who was still desperately pressing him, Touya offered gentle eyes.

“You have a younger sister, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes. One younger sister.”

Then, Touya gently touched the shoulder of the female student.

“You are the only older sister in the world for your younger sister. So, I can't become your younger brother.”

“…T-Touya-kun…”

Being looked at straight on by the handsome boy, the female student’s cheeks flushed deeper.

“Cherish your younger sister.”

“…Y-Yes.”

She had just been rejected, but the female student seemed as happy as if she were in heaven. With a dazed expression, she crumpled to the ground, muttering, “Touya-sama…” as if her soul had departed somewhere.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Ayato.”

“No, it’s the usual, so it’s fine… Still as popular as ever.”

“Fufu, are you the one to say that, Ayato?”

The handsome boy, who was picturesque just with his smile, made a refreshingly incomprehensible remark.

“Ayato, you’re even more popular than me, aren’t you?”

“What on earth are you talking about, Your Highness?”

Perfect in looks, personality, family background, excellent in studies and sports, and possessing artistic talent, the popular prince sometimes said strange things.

“I can't say anything more because I’d feel sorry for the girls who have feelings for Ayato.”

“I see. I would be grateful if you would kindly point out where these girls are.”

Touya chuckled wryly at Ayato's genuinely puzzled face, then changed the subject.

“By the way, congratulations again, Ayato. The portrait photograph you entered was wonderful.”

“…O-Oh. Thanks.”

Being praised to his face made Ayato happy. This time, Ayato had won an award for portrait photography, which he had always been weak at. He had brilliantly overcome a genre he had struggled with so much.

“Seika-chan was amazing, wasn't she?”

“Ah, yes. She was.”

Recalling the time when he won the portrait photography award, Ayato was slightly taken aback.

“…Apparently, she’s going to celebrate for me tomorrow night.”

“I’m invited too. I’m also planning to celebrate Ayato in a grand way.”

“Please be gentle…”

The one who was going to hold a celebration party was Ayato's childhood friend, the young lady of Seikain, Seikain Seika.

She had held celebration parties every time Ayato won an award, but… each time, the scale was enormous.

A full course meal by a top chef, live performances by specially invited orchestras, a wedding-cake-sized cake… “I didn’t do anything that amazing!” Ayato was always utterly overwhelmed with gratitude and embarrassment.

“A really simple celebration would be fine, but…”

“Seika-chan is just that happy for you. Well then, I’ll leave you here. See you again tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, see you.”

They had reached the fork in the road, so Touya waved cheerfully and departed. The Art Club that Touya belonged to had a high ratio of female members. According to rumors, female applicants flocked to join, aiming for Touya, and entrance exams and lotteries were even held.

“Well then, shall I head to the club room too? …Or rather, today is the day for a showdown, after all.”

This time, Ayato had won an award for portrait photography, a genre he had always been weak in.

It held a special meaning.

“It starts from here.”

With a determination yet unknown to anyone, Ayato took a step forward.

The Photography Club room that Ayato belonged to was located at the end of the second floor of the First Club Building. It was a club room with good conditions, with a view of the sea from the window, and the sea, soon to greet the sunset, was sparkling.

This Seifu Academy had a wide variety of clubs, and accordingly, the number of club buildings was greater than ordinary schools. Being blessed with such a club room in such circumstances could be said to be fortunate.

“Assistant! Listen to me! I have a major announcement!”

With a flashy noise, Ayato forcefully opened the door of such a club room.

And, just as he was about to declare his major determination upon entering—

“Papirun~♪”

“!?”

Suddenly, a petite girl sprang out in front of Ayato with a pyon! Wearing an angelic smile, she clasped both hands in front of her chest and cheerfully swayed her body from side to side.

“Senior, good afternoon☆ You’re a little late today♪ Kya-ha☆”

Shiramiya Yuki. Seifu Academy High School, first year. Member of the Photography Club.

A freshman who joined the Photography Club this spring, and for some reason became Ayato's assistant.

Silvery, shining short bob hair, eyes as clear as the sky, soft-looking white skin like a baby’s, and an innocent, childlike face like an angel or a fairy.

A modest chest on a small frame, a petite body wearing the academy uniform.

Seifu Academy's uniform is a magnificent creation by a top brand designer.

A white blouse with a red ribbon at the neckline, a blazer with the school emblem embroidered on the chest, and a checkered skirt on the bottom.

In Yuki's case, the absolute territory woven by the thighs and knee-high socks extending from her skirt was extremely dazzling.

The navy-blue ribbon accessory swaying on one side of her head suited her very well.

Her beauty was so outstanding that one would think she had come from the heavenly realm.

Her beauty was so breathtaking that you'd instinctively want to snap a photo; she had the potential to succeed on television as a model just as she was. Due to her fantastical looks, she was called “Snow Fairy” or “Little Snow White” in the academy.

Even now, her cheerful, high-spiritedness was very adorable.

“Yeeey☆ Well then, shall we start today’s Photography Club activities with energy♪”

Taking light steps, she spun her petite body around. In time with that, her skirt fluttered. She then leaned forward into a pose, placing her left hand on her knee to support her posture.

Bringing a peace sign to her right eye, she winked with her left eye, and her pupils twinkled, stars flying out. Ayato was overwhelmed by the tsunami of idol-level sparkling aura and was deeply moved.

“So cuuute!”

“Senior, yeeeey♪”

“Yeeeey♪”

Her high spirits knew no bounds. Ayato enthusiastically overlapped his hand with Yuki’s raised hand, making a pleasant bachi- sound. The moment they touched, the smooth feel of Yuki’s skin was transmitted. —Instantly. Swooosh, the atmosphere of the overly energetic junior changed.

“…Good afternoon, Senior.”

In a complete reversal. A small, subdued voice echoed. It felt like the temperature in the room had dropped.

Completely different from just now, a cool junior with no expression was there.

“O-Oh. …So, what kind of acting was that today?”

“Today, it was a hyper-energetic whimsical girl with a few screws loose.”

“I-Is that so.”

The high spirits from before were acting, and this flat coolness was her true self.

This junior, for some reason, liked to act and tease him.

She had been like this from the first time they met in this club room, so he was used to it now.

According to rumors, she belonged to the Drama Club in middle school and had outstanding talent. Even now, the Drama Club seniors enthusiastically invite Yuki, so her acting must have been extraordinary. Why such a girl joined the Photography Club was still a mystery to Ayato.

“So, Senior. What’s this major announcement?”

Asked in a cool voice, Ayato snapped to attention.

“Oh, that’s right! Listen to me! Assistant!”

Since most of the students who lent their names for the sake of club survival hardly ever showed their faces, the club had effectively become a club where only Ayato and Yuki were active.

Ayato declared to his one and only official member, assistant, and junior.

“I’m going to take the ultimate bust photo!”

—.

Yuki stared at Ayato without moving a muscle, expressionless. In a narrow club room, with only a man and a woman, being shouted such foolish things at at loud volume would be a natural reaction.

Soon Yuki took out her smartphone and operated it with small fingers, sa, sa, sa.

“…Senior.”

“What is it, Assistant!”

To Ayato, who was completely hyped up, Yuki showed her smartphone screen.

“Reported it.”

“Don’t do itttttt!”

110 displayed clearly… Jokes aside, Yuki placed her hand on Ayato’s forehead.

“Are you alright, Senior? Do you have a fever?”

“Thank you for your concern! But I’m normal!”

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“I didn’t hit my head! Listen to me, Assistant! I’ve always wanted to photograph busts!”

“Thank you for everything up until now. I’m leaving the club.”

“Please! Listen! Please listen just a little bit more, please!”

Clinging to the only junior who was about to leave at once, Ayato desperately tried to stop her.

As a male senior, it was a very pathetic sight, but it was clearly his own fault.

“For now, I’ve made a hospital appointment, so let’s go together.”

“That’s not it! Please, just listen to me!”

“Haa, I understand.”

Because he was too serious, Yuki decided to listen to him. In a situation where normally she would have run away at full speed, she was too perfect of a junior. Pulling himself together, Ayato clenched his fist and shouted.

“In the first place, the reason I came to this academy was because I met a girl with ideal busts!”

“—“

The moment Yuki heard Ayato’s words, she forgot to blink. Ayato continued, puffing out his chest.

“It was—during my summer vacation in my third year of middle school. I was spoken to by a girl on the beach near this academy… The moment she turned around, that girl’s chest exploded.”

He could recall the scene of that moment as if it were yesterday—only that girl’s breasts.

“The front of the girl’s summer uniform burst open, and from inside, breasts appeared that were beautiful beyond anything in this world, ideal breasts.”

“…”

“Those breasts were truly beautiful! I thought they were the most beautiful in this world! That is precisely the ultimate beauty I am pursuing! I want to capture those breasts as art, with my own hands!”

“…”

For some reason, Yuki started to fidget and lost her composure. Her cheeks also turned slightly red.

“But in that moment, I fainted from the shock. And I also lost my memory, all I remember is that girl's breasts, and that the girl was wearing this Seifu Academy summer uniform.”

The moment Ayato said those words, the redness drained from Yuki’s cheeks. Her fidgety manner also disappeared, and instead, she looked at Ayato with eyes that seemed to have lost their light.

“…Senior, could it be that…”

“Yes! I entered Seifu Academy to photograph that girl’s breasts!”

Seifu Academy's academic standards are high, and the entrance exam is quite difficult. However, Ayato made use of his photographic talent and passed Seifu Academy’s special talent admission exam.

“…Stalker.”

“I know! But, it’s not like that! Please believe me!”

In fact, it couldn't be helped if he was called a stalker, but Ayato honestly spoke his feelings.

“Thanks to that girl, I was able to decide to seriously pursue my dream of bust photography that I had since I was little!”

“…Senior, you’ve been aiming for bust photography since you were little?”

“Eh? Ah, yes. Actually, when I was in elementary school, I buried my face in my beautiful teacher’s breasts. That’s when I awakened to breasts.”

“Hello, police?”

“That’s why I said don’t call the poliiiiiiiiiiiiice!”

Ayato, who had spent his life with cameras since he was born, had dreamed of becoming a photographer in the future, and expressing the art he felt was most beautiful in photographs.

Such a person met breasts—and developed a dream of bust photography.

“No matter what anyone says, the ultimate beauty I think of is breasts! Not for any lewd purpose, but as true art, I want to take bust photos!”

“…Senior, didn’t you say you were bad at portrait photography?”

“No problem! Because, the portrait photo I took for this contest won an award!”

More than a year had passed since he met that beautiful girl with the ideal breasts. Ayato desperately mastered portrait photography, overcoming his weakness. He acquired sufficient skill, and recently achieved results in a contest he had entered.

“The current me can definitely take the ultimate bust photo!”

“Could it be, that you did portrait photography for that reason?”

“Yes!”

“…Are you serious?”

“Yes! I’m serious!”

Ayato was burning fiercely like a flame, but Yuki was as calm as ice, endlessly so.

“You mustn't forcibly take bust photos, okay?”

“I won’t do that! True eroticism is with justice! That is my belief!”

“…Do you really think something like bust photography is truly possible?”

“Of course, I know that it’s not easy from a common-sense perspective! It might be impossible! Even so, I want to challenge it!”

There was no hesitation in Ayato's eyes. Only an infinitely blazing flame of passion was bursting forth.

Yuki was looking up at him with her sky-blue eyes. With her short height, at Ayato's eyes like that.

“I don't have even a speck of a joking feeling! That's why, I implore you!”

Gaba— He lowered his head deeply, Ayato pleaded with the junior girl.

“Please, cooperate with me!”

Man, Kanzaki Ayato. A once-in-a-lifetime request—but, huh?

…………………

No reaction. Even the sound effect shiiiin seemed to echo.

Time passed on and on, while Yuki didn’t answer anything.

Huh, is this bad? Ayato thought momentarily, but words spoken cannot be taken back.

Because he was in a bowing posture, he couldn’t see Yuki’s expression, which stirred up even more anxiety.

He even started to sweat oddly, and ma, masa-ka, had he angered her? Ayato began to get scared, and just as he was about to raise his face—

“I understand. If that’s what Senior wants to do, I’ll cooperate.”

“—Seriously?”

Unexpectedly, an okay. Unable to believe it, Ayato abruptly raised his face. There, was his usual expressionless junior. Soon, a sigh expression appeared on that face.

“…Assistant! Thank you!”

Overjoyed, Ayato lowered his head once more. Wait a minute. Even though I’m the one who asked, is it really okay? Isn’t this junior too godly?

“So, Senior. What are you going to do? Are you going to look for that girl with the ideal breasts?”

While displaying a somewhat exasperated demeanor, Yuki continued the conversation.

It seemed she really was going to cooperate.

Wait, aren't juniors just synonyms for benevolent angels? Ayato thought, as he replied.

"Ah, yeah. If possible, that's what I want to do… but I haven't been able to find her at all this past year."

The academy grounds were vast. On top of that, students from kindergarten all the way to university were present. Considering age and uniform, she was either in middle school or high school, but Ayato's memory didn't extend to her grade level.

The uniforms for middle school and high school were similar, and his hazy memory wasn’t enough to make a judgment.

If, at the time Ayato was in his third year of middle school, she had been a third-year high schooler, there was a possibility she had proceeded to the university attached to this academy, or gone on to another university and was no longer at this school.

“I fainted from the shock and lost my memory, after all~. If only I had remembered her face at least…”

“I kind of glossed over it earlier, but does that kind of thing really happen?”

Though Yuki was usually expressionless, she wore a worried look at this outlandish story.

“Yeah, seriously.”

The experience of fainting from shock and losing his memory. It was a story hard to believe offhand, but for Ayato, it was the truth. Perhaps because his sensibilities were too strong, whenever he was excessively moved, he would faint and lose his memory.

Naturally, Ayato himself was worried about his own body and underwent an examination at a hospital.

“Doctor… am I, going to be okay?”

Feeling apprehensive, Ayato in his third year of middle school heard the examination results, and the doctor said,

“Apart from your idiotic head, you're perfectly healthy.”

He was so shocked by this that he stayed in bed for about three days.

“Besides, even if I could find the girl with the ideal breasts… my skills probably aren't good enough yet, are they? The current me can’t adequately express the beauty of those breasts.”

“…Then, what are you going to do?”

“Right. That’s why, I’m going to photograph breasts.”

Ayato clenched his fist and made his eyes blaze with passion.

“I’m going to photograph, photograph, photograph breasts of all the beautiful girls in this academy, improve my skills! And someday, I’ll find that girl with the ideal breasts again!”

To improve his camera skills, actually taking photos was the best method. For the sake of when he reunited with the girl with the ideal breasts, Ayato had to improve his bust photography skills.

“I’m going to take the ultimate bust photo!”

“…Isn’t that just lechery at heart?”

“It’s not! I know it can’t be helped if you think that, but it’s really not!”

“But the breasts you want to photograph… surely it’s big breasts, right? You won't photograph small breasts?”

“Uh, well, that is…”

The junior, who had perfectly grasped Ayato’s preferences with only a short acquaintance, was terrifying.

“Senior, you like large breasts, don’t you.”

Saying this, Yuki’s chest was surprisingly flat.

Slender, flat, words like that suited her modest breasts well.

From the slightly sad atmosphere Yuki was giving off, Ayato made a ridiculously stupid misinterpretation.

“…Assistant! Don’t worry about them being small! Breast size has nothing to do with their appeal! I can tell even through your clothes! Your breasts, Assistant, are wonderful breasts!”

“…Hello, is this a lawyer’s office? There’s a senior I want to sue for sexual harassment…”

“I’m sorry! What I just said was entirely my fault, I am so so so so sorry!”

“Hello, is this the Coast Guard? Reporting a pervert who is violating breast territorial waters—“

“Please forgive meeeeee!”

Yuki, having given Ayato a little payback for his sexual harassment, asked with a serious face.

“If you think about it normally, there’s no way you’ll find a girl who will let you photograph her breasts, is there?”

“Rest assured. I have a plan for that!”

“I only feel anxiety.”

Ayato raised his fist and led Yuki forward.

“Let’s go, Assistant! From now on, I’m going to take the ultimate bust photo!”

“And it has to be from now? …Haa. …Yeeey, let’s go, boob-time♪”

The thespian junior, more taken aback than simply exasperated, followed behind her senior, who was thrusting his fist to the heavens, burning with determination.

And so, the grand dream of a silly boy began to move forward.