★Melonbooks Limited Short Story “Only Two Flowers in the World”
—Yeah. I must
say, when it comes to flowers, the smaller they are, the more charming they
become.
Sanon conveyed this to me
while staring at the tiny white flowers blooming on the trees beyond Celes.
Having heard this, Celes
tilted her head quizzically.
“What’s there to admire about small flowers…?”
With his eyes trained slightly
below her chin, the black pig – Sanon, proceeded to explain.
—I find large flowers to be too flashy and assertive,
so I can’t help but be drawn in by those more hidden and modest beauties.
This black pig was no longer looking at flowers. Officer! There’s a pervert over here!
—Isn’t it the same for you
too, Mr. Lolipo? You prefer violets over
sunflowers.
I was bewildered at having
been pulled into the conversation. He’s
not wrong, but this was not a chat we should be entertaining with Celes as the relay. I’ll just answer him as if it’s only about
flowers.
(Right, but size isn’t
everything when it comes to flowers. Their
shape, color, scent, and overall balance as a whole are also important. I’m of the same opinion that modest ones are
beautiful, but I don’t agree with the smaller the more charming.)
I thought back to Jess. Her perfectly calculated curves must have
been drawn using god’s equation. To claim
the lower the maximum value the better is an insult to the god of beauty.
“Um, we are talking about
flower sizes, right…?”
Celes questioned, as she
placed a hand before her chest. Don’t
read my monologue.
(Yeah, we’re definitely
talking about flowers, and not at all about boobs. Wouldn’t it be weird if someone said the
smaller the boobs, the more attractive the person is?)
“I-I suppose so…”
She muttered while glancing at
the black pig trotting next to her. Did
something happen in the past?
—Anyway, since it doesn’t seem
like we’ll be able to reach an agreement regarding our discussion of flowers,
let’s talk about something else. For
example, how about something like plant stems?
The black pig looked at me
from between Celes’ slender legs. Stems,
huh? I see.
(Regarding stems, I’m still in
the middle of researching them. However,
I am not of the opinion that the thinner the better applies to them either. I believe it’s more important to consider
them from the perspective of functional beauty…)
While thinking only about
plant stems, I turned towards the black pig.
Celes’ legs were moving repetitiously before my eyes. Despite being a slim young girl, she looked
to have robust muscles there, likely from spending much of her time walking and
standing around. I could never get tired
of looking at those calves, which systematically changed shapes underneath
those black socks. And turning my gaze a little
further up, I could view the back of her knees, which were slightly
pinkish. Their soft and plump skin
gradually and quietly shifted, like a calm beach.
“Um, you are talking about
plant stems… right?”
Celes asked mistrustfully.
(We’re only talking about
plants, and definitely not about a girl’s legs.)
As I was coming up with an
excuse, Sanon conveyed something to me in response.
—I’m only talking about stems,
but I don’t think thinner is better either.
The harmony between the muscles – which form the shape, and the fat – which creates the contours, is very important.
(Exactly. You get it, don’t you?)
As we hit it off oinkingly in elation, Celes quietly murmured.
“Do plants really have muscles
and fat…?”
(…That’s the case in our
world. Right?)
—That’s correct,
Cele-tan. In our world, there are
vegetables with muscles…
With a troubled look, she
smiled at our painful excuse. Oh boy,
she knows.
“Um… thank you.”
Puzzled by Celes’ words, we
tilted our heads sideways.
“You both know that I’m
self-conscious about my body and were trying to be understanding about it. I’m kind of happy that you two are willing to
encourage me in that way, even if you felt forced to.”
While the pigs were left
speechless, Rossi began sniffing at the all too pure-hearted girl’s thighs.
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