Chapter 118: First Wish
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 118: First Wish
“Come to think of it, Takashi isn’t here.”
My muttered words as I stared blankly at my textbook before class started.
Miyuki tilted her head and asked.
“Takashi? You don’t mean Watanabe Takashi, do you?”
“Yeah. He was supposed to be back two weeks ago. Said he was going to learn his father’s business, but I haven’t heard from him since.”
“I wish he wouldn’t come at all.”
So decisive.
Then again, Miyuki hated Takashi even more than I did.
The fact that she called him by his full name, without even adding the ‘-kun’ honorific, said it all.
“Don’t be so harsh. He helped me out when I was getting beat up.”
“I know. But what can I do? I still don’t like him. He’s so... cheap.”
“Aren’t I the same?”
“Yeah. You’re cheap too, Matsuda-kun. But...”
Miyuki glanced at the seat in front of us, her voice dropping.
“Not as much as Watanabe Takashi. And you’re cheap in a good way.”
What the hell is ‘cheap in a good way’?
Is it like how it’s funny when a handsome guy tells a dirty joke?
I gave a weak smile at Miyuki’s slightly odd answer, pulled my chair in closer, and slipped my hand onto her inner thigh.
“Like this?”
Miyuki jumped the moment I touched her, quickly looking around.
She flinched, grabbing my wrist and pushing it away.
Then she whispered in a tiny voice.
“Don’t do this in the morning...”
“Why not?”
“What do you mean, why not...? Are you serious...? If anyone sees, we’ll both get demerit points...”
The way you’re hunched over your desk with that scowl on your face, you’re going to get us caught even if we weren’t doing anything.
When I obediently removed my hand, Miyuki finally relaxed, straightening up in her seat.
A moment later, a middle-aged teacher walked in with a face worn down by fatigue and began to call roll.
Class started soon after.
As all the students quietly followed the teacher’s explanation,
Sliide...
Something soft crept between my legs as I was taking notes.
I froze, the mechanical pencil in my hand coming to a halt. The something began to brazenly grope my crotch.
“.....”
I turned to look at Miyuki with a dumbfounded expression, but she was staring at the blackboard without batting an eye.
All the while, her hand kept moving, stimulating me down there. It was ridiculous how she was enjoying this more than I was, especially after telling me not to do it.
She must have liked how I was a little weak when she helped me out yesterday.
As time passed, Miyuki’s touch grew bolder.
Blood began to pool in my lower body.
Every time Miyuki squeezed, my lower half twitched against my will.
“Matsuda? Is something wrong?”
The teacher, who had been looking around at the students as he taught, singled me out.
At the same time, all eyes turned to me, and Miyuki’s hand quickly slipped away.
I was in the middle of getting worked up, so I shook my head, trying to soothe my disappointment.
“.... No, sir. I was just shifting my posture...”
“Alright. Now, as for this part....”
He continued with the lesson.
I let out a quiet, heated sigh that came from deep within my chest and looked at Miyuki.
“What?”
Miyuki met my gaze with a nonchalant expression.
Look at how naturally shameless she is. Is she picking it up from me?
Without a word, we looked at each other and broke into a silly smile at the same time.
Just then, the back of my head felt itchy. I turned to see Tetsuya glancing at us as we were being all lovey-dovey.
Was he feeling conflicted?
His face was sullen when I drove him to the academy this morning, too...
The more I get to know this guy, the more new sides of him I see.
And not in a good way.
* * *
After the afternoon classes ended, I was on my way to club activities.
Tetsuya, who had been down in the dumps all day, looked quite a bit better.
It seemed he was looking forward to seeing Renka...
He still has feelings for Miyuki, so he doesn’t like seeing me by her side, but he also doesn’t want to miss out on the good atmosphere with Renka.
Maybe the real womanizer isn’t me, but that bastard? The thought crossed my mind.
Tetsuya, who had kept his trap shut the whole way, finally spoke up as we neared the kendo club room.
“You’re doing manager duties again today, right?”
“I am.”
“Do you think we could have a sparring match after?”
“A match?”
“I lost so badly during the training camp... I said I’d show you what I’ve got, but I couldn’t even do anything properly. It’s been bugging me...”
So he does have that much of a competitive spirit.
Yeah, keep working hard. It’s good to see.
I patted Tetsuya’s shoulder and said something I didn’t mean.
“What do you mean you couldn’t do anything? I just got mad after you landed a hit on my wrist and went all out. If we’d fought properly with kendo rules, who knows what would’ve happened.”
“What’s with the sudden humility?”
“This bastard. I try to be nice and he still gives me shit. Anyway, we can’t just decide to spar whenever we want. Putting on the gear, sparring, showering, and wrapping up... it all takes a while. Unless Miyuki finishes late... let’s do it next time.”
“Right... that’s true. Then we’ll definitely do it next time, okay?”
I already got what I wanted, so why would I?
I don’t do things that waste my time.
“Sure.”
We entered the club room, greeted the other members, and changed into our uniforms.
After coming back out, I parted ways with Tetsuya and walked over to Chinami, who was checking the condition of the protective gear in the storage room.
“Hello, Master.”
“Ah, you’re here. Did you get home alright yesterday?”
“Yes. Did you get a good rest, Master?”
“Of course. I rested so well that I felt all floppy when I woke up this morning.”
Chinami wiggled her arms like a worm.
I let out a weak laugh and asked.
“I see. How’s the gear?”
“I’ll have to take down the ones on the top shelf to know for sure, but the rest are in great shape. It was a good idea to finish up before we left yesterday.”
“I see.”
I was about to reach for the gear on the top shelf, which was out of Chinami’s reach, but then I changed my mind.
This was a chance to trigger a small personal event. I couldn’t let it pass.
I nodded and crouched down in front of Chinami with my back to her.
“I’ll give you a shoulder ride so you can check.”
“Huh...? A-a shoulder ride...?”
“It’s a pain to check it and then have to put it back up again. It’s better to check it all at once and then move on to other things.”
“Oh, but it doesn’t take that long to put it back...”
“It’ll save a little more time. Hurry up. My legs are starting to hurt.”
“.....”
As I pressed her with my unreasonable demand, Chinami reluctantly came over and placed her hands on my shoulders.
“Is it really okay for me to get on...?”
“Yes.”
At my firm reply, one of her legs finally went over my shoulder.
I grabbed her leg to hold it steady. After a moment’s hesitation, Chinami brought her other leg over, and I stood up very slowly.
“Whoa...!”
Was she surprised by her rising point of view?
Chinami grabbed my hair and squeezed it tight.
As a bonus, she tensed her thighs, squeezing my face.
Feeling the warmth of her body through her legs, I said.
“You can check now.”
“Ye-yes...! But, Junior... your view is quite high, isn’t it...?”
“It’s lower than what you’re seeing right now, Master.”
“Even so... wow... this is amazing. I haven’t had a shoulder ride since I was a kid... A-anyway, am I not heavy...?”
“You’re not heavy, but I’d appreciate it if you’d leave my hair alone.”
“What do you mean... Aah!?”
Realizing she was still clutching my hair, Chinami gasped and let go.
But only with one hand.
The other was still tangled in my hair.
“S-sorry... I was scared I might fall...”
“I’m holding you, so as long as you don’t lean too far forward or back, you’ll be fine. So, could you let go of my hair?”
“I can’t...”
“You don’t trust me?”
“Hey...! You should be encouraging me to be brave, not saying things to crush my morale...!”
I gave her a shoulder ride hoping for a warm, friendly atmosphere, not this terrified-first-time-horse-rider vibe...
I know things don’t always go my way, but this is a little disappointing.
Resigned, I carried Chinami over to the shelf.
“Let’s just get the check over with.”
“Ah, yes...! Hoo...!”
Chinami let out a long breath as if to calm herself and began checking the gear with one hand.
Before long, the tension in her thighs eased, and her grip on my hair loosened.
She was getting used to it, and her nervousness was fading.
“Mm-hmm... This is fun. It feels like I’m on a merry-go-round.”
I waited for the now-giggling Chinami to finish checking the gear, feeling the soft skin of her legs, when...
Knock, knock. Click.
The door opened with a knock, and I turned my head.
“Chinami, can you give me a shinai with a thick striking sec...”
Renka stood there, her words trailing off as her eyes widened.
I could see her gaze darting up and down, taking in the sight of Chinami on my shoulders holding a piece of kendo armor, and me with my hair in her grasp.
It was a sight you don’t see every day, so she was clearly flustered.
“What are you two doing...?”
Renka asked, blinking several times.
Chinami answered with a shameless tone.
“My junior gave me a shoulder ride.”
“I-is that so...? Then why are you holding his hair...?”
“Because I’m scared of falling, of course. Did you say you needed a shinai with a thick striking section?”
“Yeah...”
“Junior, please move very, very carefully and give my friend Renka the shinai.”
Chinami squeezed one of her legs, as if telling her steed to turn.
Thankful that she didn’t try to steer with my hair, I took out the shinai Renka wanted and handed it to her.
Renka took it, looking bewildered.
“.... I don’t care if you’re playing around, just don’t let the coach catch you.”
“We weren’t playing. My hands couldn’t reach the top shelf, so my junior just gave me a shoulder ride.”
“Was Matsuda checking it himself not an option? Never mind... I’m just going to go. Carry on.”
“Yes, you too, my friend.”
Renka mumbled something like an acknowledgement and fled the storage room...
Chinami, who had been quiet until she left, poked my head.
“Let’s go finish checking.”
“Alright. Should I give you a massage today?”
“Ooh...! That’s a very mouth-watering offer, but unfortunately, I must decline. I have plans to eat out with my family. Is the offer still good for next time?”
That means I’ll have some free time.
Chinami is eating out, and Miyuki will probably head straight home, mindful of Midori since she got back late yesterday...
I should use a wish after club activities are over today.
“Of course.”