On the bus ride back after Rui's meet ended, I soaked in the various lingering afterglows, gazing at the sunset through the window as we sped down the highway.
In the end, Rui had won the 4x100m Relay too (thanks in part to her team's strength) and capped off a perfect first day.
She'd probably dominate the 200m two days from now as well, securing her fifth straight championship.
"Haa... Rui was seriously incredible, wasn't she?"
Yuria, seated beside me, let out a contented sigh while scrolling through Rui's online news articles.
"For real, she'll probably be competing in the Olympics in a few years."
"Yeah... you're right."
Thinking about it, there really was a gap between Rui and me.
But... Rui had said she needed me anyway.
From here on out, I'd become a wholesome, upstanding Vice President (Man) worthy of standing at her side.
No more super pervy stuff, and I'd switch from light novels to the Economic Newspaper.
That way... I'd grow up too—.
"Hey, Ryouta... this is kinda embarrassing, but wanna pick up where we left off from the ride there? You know, the thigh-sandwich thing."
"Yeah. Thigh Sandwich right now."
"Whoa, instant answer— that's almost a turn-off."
As expected, stripping away my super pervy side was impossible.
Ryouta Izumiya was a creature capable only of Sexual Growth, not real growth.
Right on cue, Tanaka and Airi had passed out from exhaustion on the return bus, so with no one watching, I slipped my hand toward Yuria's Thigh Canyon.
"Y'know... doesn't this feel like we're doing something really naughty?"
"It's straight-up super erotic. Yuria's thighs are basically Airi's massive breasts."
"M-My thighs aren't anywhere near that big!"
Yuria flushed beet red and denied it vehemently.
I'd meant it as the highest praise.
"I don't get how girls think, but for us guys, thicker thighs are always better. Plump and jiggly? Even more so. So yeah, I love Yuria's thighs."
"...I-Idiot. Just... here, sandwich time."
Yuria grumbled but gently clamped my right hand between her Massive Thighs from her seated position.
In that instant—lightning jolted straight to my crotch.
Wh-What the hell is this feeling...?
Nothing like the feel of a guy's muscled thigh.
A utterly unique sensation.
It had that firm, satisfying squish when squeezed, yet it stayed perfectly soft.
Airi's massive breasts were pure marshmallows, but Yuria's thighs? Like a high-end low-resilience pillow... not that I'd ever tried one.
Yuria worked my right hand with her Massive Thighs, squeezing and releasing in a soothing rhythm that healed every inch.
This... might actually be more erotic than groping boobs... gulp.
"So? Does this make you happy, Ryouta?"
"Of course! Yuria doing all this for me... I'm so glad I was born on Earth (Oda Yuji vo)."
"Listen up—this is only 'cause it's you. Got it?"
"Ah, Yuria—harder, please."
"Don't request it like some lame shoulder massage!"
She shot back, but pursed her lips and desperately squeezed my right hand tighter with her lower-body Massive Thighs.
Trapped in that plump, jiggly flesh, blood surged from everywhere straight to my lower half.
Bad news... keep this up, and Lower Body Camping's about to kick off.
Gotta cool down before I pitch a tent.
I pictured Tanaka's face in my mind to chill out.
Just like Eugeo obsessively recalling Kirito's words to Stay Cool, I could tame my lower body by looping images of Tanaka's mug.
"You mentioned it on the way there, but... if I keep sandwiching you like this, you'll pick me, right?"
"Pick you? Oh."
"Wait—that reaction. You forgot, didn't you!?"
Right, the thigh-sandwich deal started because of that Beautiful Girl Trio debate—who I'd choose.
Yuria's competitive streak had kicked in out of nowhere: "I'll sandwich you with my thighs, so pick me!"
"O-Of course! I mean, if I gotta choose, it's Yuria's thighs."
"No, not the thighs—me!"
"Huh? Wasn't it Airi's massive breasts, Rui's Belly, or Yuria's thighs?"
"What kinda messed-up three-way choice is that?! Haa... this guy..."
Yuria sighed in disbelief but kept blissfully massaging my right hand with her Massive Thighs.
Massive Thigh Sandwich Time was dragging on... I could stay like this forever.
"But if you pick me... might not be so bad. You do love my thighs, huh?"
"Love? More like obsessed."
"...H-Hmph."
Yuria looked quietly pleased as she continued enveloping my right hand.
"S-So, about that Cosplay Photo Session we talked about before... how 'bout tomorrow? You can stare at my thighs you love all you want."
"Eh..."
My summer vacation... endless super pervy heaven.