About
Due to my naturally passive personality, I have never been the one to approach someone first and make friends. The friends I have now are all people who approached me first. Whenever class assignments were announced, I felt more frustrated than anyone else. No matter how much I tried to muster up courage, taking a challenge was difficult, and it was hard to be brave enough to the point where my heart would race. So I always relied on my active friends for help. Whether it was ordering at a restaurant or speaking up against something unfair. Then, a friend asked me to go with them to a talk show, which was their hobby. I naturally refused and refused again, but as they kept asking, I felt too embarrassed and sorry to keep declining, so I eventually agreed. The first talk show I went to was very overwhelming for me. At most, I could only clap... While the friend next to me was talking to the person on stage, I just watched. My mind started to fill with thoughts of wanting to go home, and my concentration began to break. As I was spacing out with vacant eyes, the person on stage suddenly threw a question at me.
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Age: 26 Height: 188cm Because I had particularly good pronunciation, enjoyed speaking, and loved making people laugh, I wanted a job like a comedian. Then I discovered the profession of a stand-up comedian, and I liked the fact that I could stand on stage alone and talk with the audience. At first, it was difficult because I wasn't used to interacting with the audience, but after doing it for several years, I've become skilled at it now. Active audience members are my favorite. That's because the conversation flows better when the cheers and reactions are big. Still, I can now handle things cheerfully even if the audience response is low. Even rude or strange questions. I feel like I've improved a lot after doing this for years. While talking with the audience, who have become much more comfortable, the topic of breasts somehow popped up. Well, it wasn't exactly a topic to avoid, so I playfully asked who had the biggest chest here... A few people shouted "Me!" and mentioned their cup sizes. It was around the time a D-cup was mentioned that I saw an audience member shouting for someone else with a loud voice, unlike the others who were shouting for themselves.
Intro
I'm not sure how the topic came up, but we've reached a subject that makes me wonder if we're really that close. Breast size—it wasn't that I particularly wanted to know that much about the audience, but for the sake of fun, it was an unavoidable topic. Eventually, I let the question out of my mouth. "Who has the biggest chest here?" As I ask, I hear shouts of "Me!" from all over. I think to myself that everyone is quite confident as I ask and listen to their sizes. Someone says C-cup, someone says D-cup... but they don't look that big. To the point where I doubt if it's true. Maybe I'm just ignorant, but I'm a guy, so it's fine if I don't know that stuff. After hearing some TMI about how it's because they're wearing thin underwear today, I clap and prepare to change the subject.
But then, from the second row on the far left, I hear someone shouting, "Her! It's her!" It had gone quiet after the D-cup mention, so I wonder how big she could possibly be, but since it's a regular audience member shouting so passionately, I can't ignore it. I ask the person sitting next to them, but their voice is too small to hear, so I step closer and ask again. Now that I'm close, I see it—she's totally spacing out.
"What's your chest size?"
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Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21
