My Taboo Academy

"Do you... not need me anymore?"

*Damn it...*

I knew exactly where things had gone wrong, but I needed a second to collect my thoughts.

"A woman shouldn’t act so recklessly. I’ll still be your friend even if you don’t let me touch your breasts."

"It’s not reckless... If it’s you, Ren... I like it."

_What’s there to like?! The old version of me was nothing but trash. Pure trash!_

"Why would you open your heart to someone like me?"

Somehow my words were turning into a melodrama.

Maybe I was getting too worked up.

I couldn’t let my body control me so easily.

"What have I ever done for you?"

Elle, covering her chest with her arm, spoke cautiously.

"You protected me... didn’t you?"

"Protected you?"

"Ever since we were young, the other boys were scary... You always drove them away..."

That was... unexpected.

Could it be that even as the lowest of the low, the old Ren had protected her since childhood? That might explain how they became close.

"Whenever I cried, you would always come running..."

She was like a grown-up baby.

But if the old Ren had protected her with pure intentions, he would never have done the things that happened later. He had only chased away other men who coveted the defenseless Elle because he was the protagonist.

After the time when a D-class could still protect her passed, she became nothing more than an object of lust. How pitiful.

"I... I mean... if it’s possible, I’d like us to stay friends like this..."

"Wait a moment... I’ll be your friend even if you don’t let me touch your breasts."

"Is it not necessary? For me...?"

Thick tears began falling from Elle’s eyes.

"Don’t cry. Please... don’t cry! How can I make you stop crying?"

"Breasts... friends..."

"I’ll be your friend even if you don’t touch my breasts..."

"Huee... I can’t trust you..."

*Gasp!*

"Fine! I’ll touch them! I’m going to touch them right now."

As I reached out toward her bare breasts, Elle stopped crying and stared intently at my hands.

"Are you really going to touch them?"

"Yes."

"You don’t have to, you know."

"..."

"Alright. Don’t cry! I said don’t cry."

I had no choice. If she started wailing here, I really would end up in jail.

Of course, it wasn’t that I disliked the idea. But how was this any different from taking advantage of her?

*Squish... squish...*

"Hah..."

Elle reacted sensitively the moment my hands made contact.

I wasn’t even applying much pressure, yet my fingers sank deeply into her soft breasts.

This insane, indescribable softness...

A chest this large that still held its perfect shape it was truly breathtaking.

"Huff... Hah..."

I barely held back the urge to keep fondling her.

"There. I touched them. Are you okay now?"

"Not yet..."

What do you mean, not yet?! You lewd girl...!

No, was she genuinely this nervous?

In the end, I found myself standing face-to-face with a raven-haired schoolgirl I had barely met, freely exploring her breasts.

I lifted her mint-colored bra and began massaging them earnestly.

"...I’m touching you."

"Uh, yeah... Huff... Ah..."

How long was I supposed to keep doing this?

Elle’s ears were flushed red as she looked down at her own breasts being played with.

*Squish... squish...*

Wasn’t she supposed to be the easiest heroine to capture?

If she had always harbored feelings for that scumbag version of me...

After the student council president event, I could have practically attacked her right away.

This kind of thinking was dangerous.

It was hazardous to believe I could do whatever I wanted with such a beautiful girl.

My brain felt like it was melting.

I couldn’t keep drawing a line forever.

Gradually, strength crept into my fingertips.

"Ugh... Uh... Huh..."

I wasn’t sure if it was sweat from my palms or her skin, but as I kneaded her warm, heated breasts, it felt like my hands and her chest were melting together.

My hands grew as hot as her breasts, and my self-restraint began to slip.

*Squeeze.*

"Ah..."

"...Did that hurt?"

"...No..."

"Should I stop?"

Elle shook her head, still wanting me to continue.

I could feel her erect pink nipples rolling under my palms.

"Was touching breasts always this erotic?"

"You can’t just say we’re breaking up..."

"Alright."

As I continued fondling her soft breasts, I made her a promise.

"My friend, Elle."

"...Yeah."

"But we can’t continue like this. You need to come to your senses."

"Huh?"

What’s with that "huh"?

Someone had to firmly teach her that such euphoric breasts shouldn’t be casually offered.

"Friends don’t use breasts as payment for friendship!"

I firmly grasped Elle’s breasts.

"Ha... Hah, huh?!"

Her body pressed against mine as she staggered.

Nevertheless, I squeezed her tender breasts as if leaving fingerprints.

"Got it? How can a friend let me touch breasts this incredible!"

"Ah... Uh...!?"

While caressing her breasts, I stimulated her erect nipples with my palms.

Elle’s excitement rose steadily, just like a heroine in an erotic game. She stood on her tiptoes, gasping helplessly.

She couldn’t enjoy this. This was a lesson that needed to be engraved into her body!

*Squeeze harder.*

"Ah, yes... Hii...!"

Elle’s beautiful cries, like a songbird, made me even more aroused. The line I swore to maintain gradually blurred.

"Did you understand? This is something you only allow for the person you love. The person you’ll marry!"

"Uh... Ugh...!"

"Answer me!"

I firmly grasped her ample breasts, engraving the painful lesson.

Her breasts were treated like playthings.

Elle nodded vigorously.

"Hah... Agh... Uh...!"

"Do you want them squeezed like this every day?"

"I don’t know... it feels so strange..."

"Say no!"

"Ah, no...!"

That’s right! That’s how it should be!

"Again!"

Elle, unsure what to do, spoke while her breasts were being caressed.

"Whew... whoa... Letting a friend touch my breasts. Is. Not. Allowed."

"Now, what about this situation?"

"Ugh... Ugh...! Hah... Should I say no?"

"Try it."

"But I don’t dislike it..."

"Well."

As I squeezed her breasts once more, Elle shook her head vigorously.

"No, I don’t like it. Touching my breasts... Ugh... It’s not... enjoyable...."

"It’s forbidden to be intimate with friends. Understand?"

I asked while tugging at her nipple.

"Yeah... intimate things... are forbidden... huff..."

"Did you get that?"

"Ah... uh...! Forbidden...!"

"Thanks for seeing me in a good light, but keep your wits about you. Do you realize how precarious your situation is right now?"

"Pre...carious?"

You need to know how to firmly reject what’s not appropriate. I don’t have a hobby of taking care of big-breasted babies. If you want to be friends, remember that."

"Um...!"

Elle spoke while watching me touch her breasts.

"Hey, friends shouldn’t do this. Back off."

"Alright. I’ll remember!"

I said, still squeezing her breast.

"Uh, uh, wait, uh, uh, oh...."

I held the staggering Elle in my arms.

Was she shuddering with pleasure right now?

Seeing Elle disheveled after the "breast guidance," I suddenly came back to my senses.

’What have I done!’

"...Are you okay?"

"Huff... it feels... so good...."

"Get dressed quickly."

I helped Elle straighten her disheveled uniform.

...Every small movement as she adjusted her bra and settled her breasts was strangely alluring.

’...I hope I didn’t touch her too inappropriately.’

I had done it because I couldn’t stand the thought of her paying with her breasts just to be my friend.

I hoped it helped Elle. Truly.

"We mustn’t do that again as friends."

"If we were lovers... would it be okay...?"

"..."

’Did I really touch her inappropriately?’

Elle spoke again, catching her breath, cheeks flushed.

"If we were lovers... would it be okay for you to touch my breasts...?"

"It would be okay... but..."

"...I see."

Elle tightly grasped my collar.

Her emerald eyes sparkled through her hair.

"...Understood."

...Should I suggest she correct this dependent behavior?

No, it was fine because it was endearing.

Life is a long journey in search of independence. I could only hope that Elle learned from the old trash version of me who was blinded by her breasts.

...My hands were still sweating.

It was truly an unforgettable sensation.

"Something has changed about you, Ren."

I felt like I had been hearing that often lately.

"...Heeep."

Was she hiccuping now? What a commotion.

"Hold your breath. Swallow."

"Heep. Heep."

Should I surprise her by saying I’ll break off our friendship...?

I thought she might actually faint, so I took her to the water dispenser and gave her some water.

"You’re really something."

"...Sorry."

"Don’t apologize. Oh, what’s your overall evaluation rank?"

Elle hesitated, then spoke shyly.

"Grade C..."

...I needed to help her improve as soon as possible.

The break time after touching Elle’s breasts had already passed.

I returned to class, but...

**[Ren Asahi]**

**[Inappropriate attire – 1 penalty point]**

**[Total penalty points – 102]**

Nothing remarkable happened besides the penalty points.

The class content seemed somewhat familiar, yet puzzling.

Since the lessons assumed everyone knew terms like "Dungeon," "Magical Beasts," and "Hunter," my mind was filled with wild guesses.

To begin with, I knew so little about this game.

Where women are being treated as mere sex slaves?

For a brief moment, I felt amused imagining the goddess’s tear-streaked face.

**[Unique Talent "Fleshlight Collector" Awakened!]**

What the fuckkk is this!? Fleshlight collector, really!!? What kind of talent is this?

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