Mikan tries to help

Before she could react and cover herself, however, someone screeched.

“Ch-Chiaki! Your chest! Let me—AHHH!”

Chiaki turned in time to see Mikan rushing towards her, trying to help, only for her to trip. The world was still moving in slow motion as she grabbed onto the first thing she could. Chiaki’s already red face became even more red as both her gym shorts and pink panties underneath slid down her legs and collected in a puddle at her ankles, Mikan face planting into the ground with her grip on the clothes tight.

For a few brief moments, Chiaki’s entire body was on display, from her large chest to her slightly bubbly ass to her shaved groin. Hajime’s eyes drank it all in as his hands shot to his own groin, feeling the **** urge to touch himself as he stared at the beautiful girl.

Finally, when Chiaki got ahold of herself, she screamed and curled herself up, burying her chest in her knees, though their size made them spill out the sides as several girls rushed to her side to both pry Mikan’s fingers from the bottom half of her clothes as well as grab whatever remained of her shirt. Hajime also found himself running to meet her before he realized what he was even doing. When he got to her, she was being questioned by Mahiru.

“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?!” Mahiru demanded, her face as red as her hair.

“Th-They get uncomfortable during gym class…” Chiaki bashfully admitted.

“H-Hey, are you okay?” Hajime asked.

“Don’t look!” Mahiru cried, and Chiaki’s face fell.

“Y-You…you saw everything?” she asked, and Hajime slowly nodded. Chiaki’s face somehow turned an even brighter red as she covered her face with her hands and leaned back, letting out what could be best described as a cry of anguish. As she did so, however, she leaned back, which accidentally exposed her chest once more, making Hajime **** as Mahiru freaked out.

“CHIAKI, YOUR CHEST!” Mahiru cried, and quickly rushed to cover her up.