Chapter 11 – A Failed Education

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Alright, I might've put on a bold front in front of Mobuko A, but let's be real—I have no f*****g clue what I'm doing.

I can talk a big game, sure, but when it comes to actually dealing with this mess? No strategy. No plan. Just raw, desperate winging-it energy.

And Mahiro? Yeah, she probably sees me as nothing more than a “skinny, repulsive childhood friend she can't stand the sight of.” Those were her exact words. That s**t wasn't even secondhand gossip—I heard it straight from her mouth. Whatever I felt for her before? Dead and buried. Not even a damn spark left.

Sure, we grew up together, so maybe there's some lingering attachment. But that's all it is—leftover sentiment. Definitely not the kind that makes my heart race. More like… pity.

…Pity, huh.

S**t. She's not actually pregnant, is she?

If that kind of rumor got out, my life at school would be over. No way I'd survive the fallout. I'd probably have to move to Machu Picchu or some s**t, live among the llamas and forget society ever existed.

And that would mean Chihiro-san's tits would have to be exported, too. That'd be a goddamn national loss.

No point overthinking it. I know Mahiro. I know Chihiro-san. The fastest way to get answers? Show up at their place unannounced, dinner invitation be damned.

No idea what's brewing in their stomachs—psychologically or physically—but I guess I'll find out soon enough.

──And with that in mind, I headed home.

The moment I stepped through the door—

“Yuuya-kun, I'm really sorry.”

Chihiro-san was kneeling on the floor in a deep bow, her enormous tits practically resting on her thighs under their own weight. Oh, and something was peeking out from her collar.

“Uh, Chihiro-san? I literally just got here, and you're already prostrating yourself? What the hell?”

Too stimulating. Way too stimulating for a teenage boy to handle. My brain short-circuited, and the words just slipped out. Needed to say something to cover up my reaction.

At my comment, Chihiro-san slowly lifted her upper body, her apologetic eyes meeting mine. Damn. What a waste.

“Mahiro told me everything…”

“Ah… well, like I said, aside from the mental trauma, it's not like I actually suffered any real damage, so you don't have to apologize.”

That was both a lie and the truth.

On one hand, I wanted her to keep bowing so I could keep staring at her cleavage. On the other, I felt kinda guilty. Conflicting emotions.

“She's such a foolish girl… I never imagined things would turn out like this.”

“…”

Yeah, she definitely heard the whole story.

Since standing awkwardly in the doorway wasn't doing me any favors, I helped Chihiro-san to her feet and led her to the living room. Naturally, my mom joined us.

And just like that, the three of us sat around the table, like some kind of weird three-person mahjong match.

“If Mahiro already told you everything, then there's not much point in me explaining. But like I said, aside from the emotional damage, I wasn't actually harmed. So, being apologized to just makes me feel pathetic. I'd rather you not.”

“…That's not it, Yuuya-kun.”

“Huh?”

“The reason Mahiro did what she did… it's partly our fault.”

“…What do you mean?”

I mean, obviously, she was manipulated into taking the throne of the Kingdom of Cusco and succeeding the great Ma〇co Capac, but still.

“Yuuya, you remember how we used to say that we wanted you and Mahiro to end up together, right?”

“Yeah… but it's not like you forced her into it. Right? I mean, sure, I got a little subtle propaganda thrown my way, but no one ever outright made me do anything.”

“That was the mistake.”

“Huh?”

“We kept telling Mahiro, ‘If you marry someone smart like Yuuya-kun, you'll definitely be happy.' We drilled that idea into her head over and over again.”

“…Did you just say ‘drilled into her head'?”

“Slip of the tongue. But Mahiro started rebelling against it. She didn't want to be told who to love. She wanted to make that choice herself.”

“Ah…”

Yeah. That made sense.

Straight out of some cliché romance setup. The classic tale where the girl has a childhood fiancé but refuses to follow the preordained path. She doesn't want her love story dictated by someone else. She wants to experience the thrill, the mess, the uncertainty of romance on her own terms.

Mahiro latched onto that idea so hard she skipped right past normal relationship development and dove headfirst into a lawless wasteland of sexual anarchy. No hesitation, no second-guessing, just full throttle into a world most people ease into gradually. If that's the case, then no wonder Chihiro-san is sitting here drowning in regret over her entire parenting strategy.

A textbook case of post-deflowering regret.

…

Come to think of it, maybe I was just as brainwashed as she was.

Then again, when you grow up with someone, it's natural to develop feelings. Right? That's just… normal.

“And on top of that…”

“Wait, there's more?”

“We wanted Mahiro to be a proper, well-mannered young lady. So, as she was growing up, we kept anything sexual away from her. Any manga, anime, magazines—anything that even remotely hinted at sex, we made sure she never saw it. Even her sex ed was the bare minimum.”

“…That's…”

“Yes. We went too far. As a result, she grew up completely ignorant of those things, and by the time she hit puberty, her perception of sex was completely warped.”

…

Yeah. That checked out.

Some girls who grow up completely sheltered from sex go wild once they finally get exposed to it. They dive headfirst into experiences they don't fully understand, trying to outdo each other, trying to catch up. Like a rubber band stretched too tight, snapping back too hard.

If someone's never been exposed to sex education and suddenly finds themselves surrounded by people who treat it like casual conversation, they'd have no way of distinguishing what's normal from what's extreme. Their whole sense of sexuality would be completely f****d.

And Mahiro? Hers was so far gone it was almost hilarious.

Trying to hide sex like it doesn't exist just because it's “dirty” never works. If anything, it makes people even more curious.

Not just sex—education in general needs to show both the clean and the dirty sides of the world. Otherwise, people grow up with zero f*****g idea how reality actually works.

Which means… maybe Mahiro can still come back from this.

Though, after everything she's been through, she's gotten real up close and personal with the dirty side.

Love is weird.

If it's from someone you like, their cum isn't gross. If it's from someone you don't like, then it is. But if it's for someone you love, even cum from someone you don't like isn't gross anymore.

What kind of twisted philosophy is that?

…

Looks like I'm gonna have to talk to Mahiro after all.

“…So, where is she now?”