I’d originally planned to head home after getting my fill of Yuria's cosplay, but things had shifted into a sleepover at her suggestion.
Since Yuria's parents were away on an overseas trip, no matter what happened here, there wasn't a soul around to catch us.
(That means... a massive-thigh-baby-play session where she lulls me to sleep... there’s a real chance.)
"Hey, Ryouta, how long are you going to stand out in the garden? It’s hot, so get inside already."
"O-Oh. Right. Pardon the intrusion."
Prompted by Yuria, I finally stepped into the house.
"Whoa... it’s huge."
Naturally, I wasn't talking about Yuria’s thighs.
The foyer of Yuria’s house was so spacious it was hard to believe it belonged to a home in Japan. It featured pure white walls and a polished marble floor that looked incredibly slick. But above all else, the first thing that caught my eye was an absurdly large, full-body plaster statue positioned right past the entrance.
A stark-naked man stood there, leaning against a mysterious object. My eyes were involuntarily drawn to the impressive p*nis on his lower body.
This was the first time I’d ever been to a house where a p*nis was the first thing to greet you...
"I-Is this... something famous?"
"No, I don’t really know either... My papa buys stuff like this every time he goes on an overseas trip. I think it’s just unnecessarily big and probably not worth much. Oh, do you want to try breaking it?"
"Like I could ever do that! There's no way I could afford to pay for it. If I did, I'd have to perform a naked kowtow or something just to apologize."
"Ahaha, that’s actually hilarious. I’d honestly love to see Ryouta doing a naked kowtow."
This girl was really enjoying my discomfort...
"Seriously? Well, even if the statue is off-limits, if you happened to break something in our house, it could all be settled if you just moved in, you know?"
"I... I would move into your house...? You mean I’d be forgiven if I lived in that doghouse out there?"
"Seriously, what kind of logic is that? You're way too much of a masochist... Fine, a dummy like Ryouta can live in the doghouse."
Yuria tossed those words over her shoulder with an exasperated look and started walking further into the house. I followed her tentatively, staying on high alert so I didn't accidentally break anything.
"But Yuria’s father has interesting taste. If I looked at a p*nis like that every day—one that would make even a man flinch—I feel like mine would start to grow too."
A naked plaster statue in his own foyer... her father certainly had a specific hobby. Then again, Yuria was currently lusting after a figure from Breast-Kyun, a late-night anime where beautiful girls were constantly naked, so I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
"I mean, is that thing even big? I’ve never seen a real d*ck before, so I wouldn’t know."
"Wait, you’ve never seen a p*nis!? Since it’s you, Yuria, I figured you’d at least have seen one at some point."
"Ah, geez! Dck, dck, you’re so loud! I haven’t seen one! I told you before, I’m a v*rgin!"
Ah, right. I’d forgotten for a second.
High School's No. 1 Gyaru, Yuria Ichinose, looked exactly like the type who would be sleeping around, and while she had apparently hung out with other gyarus since her junior high school era, she supposedly had zero experience with men.
"But you’ve seen adult videos, haven't you? When I was watching 'Heart-pounding! Swimsuit Competition Full of Former Gravure Idols! It's Nothing But Wardrobe Malfunctions!' the other day, five or six of them popped up like it was nothing."
"W-Well, those are basically censored... so I don't really know the actual size or anything," Yuria said bashfully, her face turning red all the way to her ears.
God, she was lewd.
"B-By the way... is Ryouta’s... big?"
"H-Huh? What’s with the sudden question!?"
I felt like Yuria would punch me if I made a joke about a "pole" coming out of nowhere, so I kept the pun to myself.
"I mean... I kind of want to know for reference."
"Reference for what?"
"Just tell me. It’s not fair for you to keep your own business a secret after you've touched my thighs so much."
"U-Uh..."
Well, if I could touch Yuria’s thighs as much as I wanted just by telling her the size of my p*nis, it was a trade-off I’d take any day.
"M-Mine is... well? I think it’s on the larger side compared to the average. Probably."
"Really? But when we went to the pool, Tanaka mentioned in the locker room that Ryouta’s size was about as big as an edamame pod."
"...Huh?"
Ta... Ta-Ta-Tanakaaaaa!!
That girl! She’s spewing bullshit again!!
"Everything Tanaka says is a lie! In the first place, there’s no way she would even know my size!"
"I-Is that so? But Rui also said 'That's right' during that conversation, so I wondered if both Tanaka and Rui had heard it directly from you."
Why was even Rui talking like she knew anything about it!? I've never talked about that with her, let alone shown it to her once!
"Like I’d ever go up to a girl and say, 'Hey, the size of my p*nis is an edamame pod'! It’s all a lie! In the first place, what kind of conversations are you girls even having!?"
"Well, you know... things just happen in the heat of the moment. Like a dirty talk session."
I didn’t really get it, but was that just how girls were...? No, it was definitely Tanaka’s fault. As I thought, that girl was in desperate need of some "education."
"Sigh. I’d been curious about that story for a while, so I’m relieved it was a lie."
"You were curious about it? About the size of my p*nis?"
"Ah... no! That’s not it! It wasn't about Ryouta’s p*nis, it was about why those two supposedly knew about it!"
In the end, it was still about my p*nis.
Setting myself aside, Yuria had her own weird quirks to deal with.
While we were having that conversation, we finally arrived in front of Yuria’s room.