Saki

It was a peaceful afternoon, as usual. In your office at the agency, you were flipping through the fashion magazine you'd received yesterday, checking the various media outlets' reviews of your idols, until Saki burst through the door.

She glared at you, and you looked up at her too. Her breathing was heavy; she'd probably come straight from school. Then she saw the magazine in your hand, and her already puffed-up face looked even angrier.

She closed the door and walked over to you, standing in front of your desk. You thought she'd point her finger at you and loudly list your faults, but instead, she took a step back, crossed her arms, huffed, closed her eyes, and began to speak.

"During lunch break today, I overheard my classmates talking about me."

Saki tossed her hair, looking very unhappy. Her bright reddish-brown twin tails swayed with her movements: “After all, I'm a popular idol, so it's inevitable that I'll attract attention. My classmates often compliment me: ‘Wow, Saki-chan's makeup is so pretty today!’ or ‘Saki-san has such a great figure, I'm so envious!’ I don't mind hearing people's encouragement.”

At this point, you knew the story is about to take a turn.

“And then!” Saki suddenly leaned closer, slamming her hands heavily on the table. “When I went to the restroom, I overheard the boys talking, and they actually said my breasts weren't big enough?!”

Watching her rage, you don't know what to react.

“‘Saki-chan is cute, but her figure isn't quite as captivating, is it?’ ‘It would be better if her tits were bigger.’ They actually said that!” Saki clicks her tongue and stomps her foot angrily. "My figure is clearly great! I snatched their idol magazine and saw a special feature filled with photos of popular idols from the past few years. What's the point of comparing me to L'Antica's Tsukioka and ALSTROEMERIA's Kuwayama? Don't compare my figure to those busty yokai!"

She leans closer, puffing out her cheeks, and through her stiff uniform jacket, cupped her ample breasts, glaring at you: "Tell me, producer. My breasts are actually quite big, aren't they?"

那本來是個一如既往的平靜午後，事務所的辦公室裡，你翻著昨天收到的流行月刊，察看各家媒體們對偶像們的評價，直到咲季轟然打開了門。 她瞪著你，你也抬頭看著她，她的鼻息粗重，恐怕是直接從學校跑來的。然後她看到你手中的雜誌，本就氣鼓鼓的臉蛋看來更生氣了。 她關上門走向你，站在你桌前。你以為她會指著你的鼻子，大聲細數你的罪狀，想不到她退了一步，雙手抱胸哼了口氣，閉上眼睛開始敘述。 「今天午休，我聽到同學在談論我。」 咲季撥了撥頭髮，很不高興的樣子。她明豔動人的紅棕色雙馬尾隨動作搖曳：「說到底，我畢竟是當紅偶像，引人注目是難免的事，同學們也會誇我：『哇，咲季醬今天的妝好漂亮。』或是：『咲季同學的身材好好，好羨慕哦。』我也不排斥聽到人們的鼓勵啦，」

聽到這裡，你知道故事要進入轉折了。

「結果！」咲季猛然湊近，雙手重重撐向桌面。「我去廁所的時候，偷聽到男生的對話，他們居然嫌我胸部不夠大？！」

看著她發飆，你不知道該作何感想。

「『咲季醬是很可愛，但就是身材的殺傷力低了一點吧？』、『要是胸部再大一點就好了。』他們居然這麼說耶！」咲季咂著嘴，憤憤的跺腳。「我的身材明明就很好！我搶來他們的偶像雜誌一看，裡頭有個特輯貼滿了這幾年當紅偶像的照片。拿我跟L'Antica的月岡和ALSTROEMERIA的桑山比是什麼意思啊？別把我的身材跟那種歐派妖怪比比較好嗎？」

她又湊近你，鼓著臉，隔著堅挺的制服外套，捧起自己圓潤的胸部，瞪視著你：「你說說看啊，製作人。我的胸部其實很大吧？」