This World is too Cruel to Men – Chapter 409

“Wow···”

No matter how much I think about it, this doesn’t seem right···

I don’t have some special philosophy when it comes to fashion or anything, but still, I can’t shake that feeling.

Honestly, it might be a size issue, or maybe the fabric clings to my body in ways I didn’t expect, but there’s definitely a sensation of being particularly constricted in certain areas.

No, I couldn’t simply brush this off as just a feeling.

After all, I was already nervous about wearing something that fit snugly, and without any real solutions, I ended up using the secret technique passed down among men—shoving my underwear to the side.

Given that the size was already a bit small, there was no way that would not be uncomfortable.

“Well, at least thanks to that, I avoided an embarrassing situation for now···”

But it was too early to relax.

It’s still way too early to let my guard down… since shoving it to the side is nothing more than a temporary fix.

So, while it’s okay for now?

The moment tension starts to build again, it definitely won’t be fine.

Thus, it was crucial to be especially cautious to prevent anything from getting tense down there…

The problem was that the person sitting in front of me was pure temptation.

What can I say?

As I crawled into the bathroom to change and came out, my senior was already transformed into a yoga-friendly outfit, making her impossible for any man to ignore.

If creatures like succubi, often seen in high fantasy novels, actually existed, she might have looked just like my senior right now.

I was almost at that point of thinking it.

The sight of her was so captivating that it completely consumed my thoughts…

Yeah, it was provocative.

After three years, she had evolved into a more mature and voluptuous figure, and her outfit revealed every curve, yet her face remained that pure image of the Student Council President engraved in my memory.

When she tied her hair back in a ponytail, it amplified her signature innocence even more, creating a gap between that and her body, make it impossible not to feel that way.

And yet, I had to resist the urge to let my body react around someone who was exuding such an aura.

Is this torture or what?

“Could it be···”

Did I unknowingly cross some line with her?

It was a fleeting thought, but maybe that’s exactly the answer.

After all, there’s no way she would put me through such torture unless I did something to deserve it.

“So···”

What did I do?

What could I have possibly done to make her act like this toward me?

It makes sense, but no matter how much I think about it, nothing stands out.

Well… It is peculiar to recall something I wasn’t even aware I did.

Anyway, at that moment, I was deeply submerged in this torturous uncertainty without seeing any clear resolution.

“Now that I’ve got my outfit ready, shall we actually start?”

With a voice that seemed both excited and energetic, my senior declared the beginning of our workout.

Caught off guard by her sudden declaration, I had no choice but to follow her lead.

We started with stretching, as usual.

However, today’s activity was yoga, which meant it felt a bit different from the routines I’d seen her do before.

It wasn’t drastically different, but some moves were swapped out and new warm-up exercises were inserted here and there.

“You really need to loosen up well today, so pay close attention and follow along, okay?”

She said this while leading by example, and I began to adopt various poses, but unfortunately, perfectly mirroring her was impossible.

She always seemed to make it look easy, but when I tried it myself, my body just wouldn’t cooperate.

It felt like something invisible was tightly holding me back, preventing me from going any further.

Ultimately, I had no choice but to accept it.

As my senior pointed out, my flexibility was severely lacking.

Honestly, I was somewhat aware of that issue, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad.

This wasn’t a tree trunk, after all…

Just as I was in the midst of struggling and somewhat groaning, trying my best not to give up,

“To see exercise benefits, you need to come down at least five more centimeters···”

Even my senior, who pointed out my stiffness, couldn’t have guessed my condition would be this serious.

With a mix of a smile trying to hold in laughter and a troubled expression, she let out that remark.

“Um… I’m really sorry, but this is my limit…”

“No, you can definitely do better than this.”

“But I really can’t do any better···?”

Her belief that I could definitely do it was heartwarming, but if my logic circuits were malfunctioning like a faulty robot, what could I do?

Honestly, I felt like I had done enough to justify relaxing my position.

But just as I was about to straighten up, she added,

“How about I apply some pressure from behind? Does that make it any easier?”

I distinctly remembered her doing the same pose right across from me just a moment ago, yet somehow, she had quietly moved behind me and begun to push down with surprising force.

Honestly, up to that point, there was no major issue.

After all, her role today was more like a teacher, so it was perfectly fine for her to lend a helping hand to a student struggling to keep up.

Thus, her intentions were certainly not malicious, but···

What was indeed problematic was her body.

Or maybe it was my rotten thoughts…

What could I say?

In that moment, she was pushing down on my back.

But it wasn’t just her hands.

The weight and softness of her body were pressing against me, along with the undeniable warmth.

Consequently, I absolutely had no choice but to grit my teeth, trying desperately to resist any rising impulses.

Was it because today’s outfit was particularly known for being thin?

Not only the weight and sensation but even the warmth felt like it was directly reaching me.

And with that, feeling her chest through all that pressure was… warm to the point of feeling hot.

Was it because we had been stretching seriously that my body had warmed up a bit?

The problem was… as I let myself feel the sensation of her chest, something that shouldn’t respond was starting to take note.

“This is just flesh… just flesh…”

I recited this mantra internally like a religious chant for a reason.

In my attempts to suppress my urges, I was in a precarious state.

Now I could barely feel the initial pressure she exerted, my back being completely overwhelmed by softness.

Then I felt a slightly weird sensation—a peculiar feel that was both soft yet somewhat firm.

Having only the size of a peanut, it presented an oddly distinct presence amid her soft warmth.

While wrestling with my thoughts about what this soft yet firm feeling could be, as that peculiar little thing brushed against me, a reflexive action caused me to straighten up—

“Uh?!”

Unexpectedly, what I was poked with from behind became even firmer.

“···Oh.”

And… what was between my legs as well.