"Here you go!" Saki chirped, stepping out.
"Hehe, Saki-chan got an amazing pic—jealous!" Yuki said, instantly wrapping both arms around my left one.
Her chest—biggest of the trio—pressed soft against my elbow. "Hehe!" Intentional? Definitely. No middle-schooler's that oblivious to contact. I'd figured big boobs might be a complex here, but she's wielding them like a pro. Or maybe she just likes the feel—pure greed, not seduction. If a middle-school boy in my old world rubbed his junk on a high-school girl he just met at the arcade, he'd be a legend. This? Tamer, but damn, she's a gem—slow drawl and fluffy face hiding raw want. I've got the chops to match it.
I pried my arm free and slid it around her waist, pulling her close. "Fweh!?"
"What's up?" I grinned down at her flustered face, a head shorter.
"N-Nothing… at all…" she mumbled, blushing hard.
I nudged her. "Sorry, I don't get the photo thing—can you set it up?"
"Y-Yes!" She squirmed in my grip, fumbling with the controls.
Countdown started. Flash time. "Closer—c'mere," I said, hugging her tight from the front.
"Eep!" The pic showed me smiling, Yuki gaping in shock.
"W-Wanna redo it!" she pleaded.
"Sure," I said, resuming the pose.
She struck double peace signs, still in my arms— Titanic-style. Peace signs a must, huh? Some purikura rule? I started to drop my hold for a cool double-peace, but—
"No, stay like that!" she snapped, sharp and firm.
Grass-eater masking a carnivore. Nice.
The redo: me hugging her, her beaming innocently. "Hehe, thank you!"
"My pleasure."
"I'll grab Maki-chan!" She darted out, sparking more shrieks.
"What!? That's allowed? Unfair!"
"Hehe, cool, right?"
"S-S-S-Sex—sex—!" Maki's brain fried.
After a beat, "E-Excuse me…" entered the harassment cop herself, shrinking as she stepped in.
Maki glanced at me but didn't lunge like the others. Still, after seeing their pics, she wants the same vibe—I can tell. I could wait for her to beg, but I'd rather play the gent.
"Here, your hand, milady?" I offered with a goofy flourish.
"…Heh, haha!" Tension melted—she grabbed my hand, smiling.
"What pose you want, Maki-chan?"
"Uh, um…" She mimicked the others' setup while I ran the machine. "L-Like this… fingers shaped…"
She struck a… snake-fist stance? I copied, puzzled.
"Softer, like this…" She adjusted my sharp pose.
"Then we line them up…" Her "snake" met mine.
From the side— "It's a heart!" she said.
"Oh, yeah—totally a heart!" A bit lopsided—my big hands threw it off—but close enough.
Our hands joined, bodies pressed close. "Ready?"
"Please!" she chirped.
I slid my left arm around her waist, tugging her in. "Closer?"
"Eek! S-S-Sexual harassment!? I'm being harassed!?" she flailed.
"Maybe I'm the perv here," I teased as the flash popped.
The result: Maki panicking adorably. A flop, honestly. She teared up but couldn't voice a redo—too reserved.
"Wanna try again?" I asked casually.
"Please!" she blurted.
We remade the heart, her smiling this time—nailed it. "Thank you!" She scampered out, thrilled.
I followed. The trio swapped pics, cooing "Nice!"—all satisfied. Time to bounce. More time with them, and I might slip up. Right now, I'm just the flirty hot guy from their holiday—clean memory.
"Gotta head out," I said as they admired their shots.
"What!? Eat lunch with us!" Saki whined.
"Contact info… maybe?" Yuki pleaded.
"Th-Thank you!" Maki bowed.
I smiled, brushing them off. "If we meet again, we'll hang—deal?"
Same line I'd tossed Saki earlier. I walked off—no chase, just waves trailing me.
Gut says I'll cross paths with one of them again. Looking forward to it.