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Okay then I had this childhood friend of mine and she's really damn tomboyish. We used to hang out and play together, she's really good at sports and had a very nice body it gives me a raging boner every time I tried staring at her breasts, feet, and other parts that my eye did happen to pry on. She used to be really flat and I often mistaken her as another guy, but I can say she's really cute ever since our childhood times, though the other kids doesn't really look up to her during that time.

But now I could really see her growing up as a primadona with those kind of looks, even though we used to be together, the time we spent with each other seems to fade away, damn it, I wish those loads of her fans would disappear.

Misato, they only like you because of your body and looks. Won't you please ever try to look at me even for just a little bit this time? As the time goes you act more and more like a stranger towards me. Wait a second, aren't I the same as the other guys who lust for her just because of her body?

"Yuuuuicccchiii-kuuunn!!" I've heard something soft got pressed against my back, while I was sitting down my seat in the back. As I realized whose voice it is, and what kind of thing that was pressed...my face grew really red.

"M-Misato...you...." I can't believe the school's idol would do such embarassing things in front of many people like this! S-stop pressng your huge breasts against my back, oh no...my crotch feels funny down there.

"Tee-hee!" as I turned around to her, she makes an innocent smile. Her long black hair shines gracefully in the morning sunlight, for a moment I felt my heart stopped beating. Then this suspense slowly broke out with the sound of my classmates giggling...

"Yui-chan, do you want to wear this Neko Maid Outfit for our Coffee Shop on this School Festival?" said the class rep, suddenly standing beside me.

What the hell is this, I don't even....yeah, most of my classmates called me 'Yui-chan' even though I'm actually a guy. They said my looks are ridiculously feminine that I often being mistook as a girl, but I don't think there's anything wrong when I stared at my own reflection. People around me must be friggin' weirdos.

"No thanks...." as I said that I heard a heavy sighing sound from both of guys and girls in my class.

Ok, I don't even understand the people here at all.