Chapter 150: Pandora's Box #3 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 150: Pandora's Box #3 [R-18]
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Miyuki, who had been staring intently at the screen with her hand on the mouse, shook her head frantically.
What she was seeing was so shocking that she’d lost her mind for a moment.
‘Sister-sandwich...?’
Could he be... imagining himself in bed with me and Kana?
And that "[Temptation from Girlfriend and Girlfriend's Friend]"... what was she even supposed to think about that?
She’d peeked to tease him, but now she felt like she was the one being played.
She had resolved not to take it seriously, and she still had no intention of saying anything, but her stomach was in knots.
Taking a deep breath, Miyuki turned off the monitor and put the laptop back where it was.
Then she stared intently at Matsuda's sleeping back, and—
Smack—!
A feeling of irritation and annoyance washed over her, and she slapped his butt with all her might.
"Ah. What was that...?"
He sat up, letting out a dry exclamation as if he hadn't even felt the pain.
Miyuki made a nonchalant excuse.
"Just because."
"...Just because?"
"Yeah. Just felt like hitting you."
"What the...? Did you suddenly lose your mind?"
"Whatever... I'm going to sleep."
Miyuki scoffed and lay down on the futon.
Sensing something odd in her voice, Matsuda asked cautiously.
"Are you mad that I just fell asleep? Was there more you wanted to talk about?"
It wasn't Matsuda's fault at all.
She was the one who had acted on impulse.
"...No."
"Sounds like it... Come here."
His voice thick with sleep, Matsuda pulled her toward him.
Miyuki gripped the hand he placed on her stomach. As his warm breath touched the back of her neck, the pout on her lips softened.
She had opened Pandora's box today.
But that didn't mean things would fall apart between her and Matsuda.
She'd learned that his taste in porn was a little peculiar, but that wouldn't affect their relationship in the slightest.
Recalling how he had treated her before she’d snooped on his laptop, and feeling the spring breeze fill her chest now from just his hand on her stomach, she was certain.
What I just saw... let's not dwell on it for now.
Maybe he just had a momentary craving for that kind of genre.
Of course, the fact that he'd made a separate folder named [Special] made it a bit of a stretch to call it a mere impulse... but it was fine. Reality and fantasy are two different things.
Still, she felt she needed to give some serious thought to Matsuda's tastes.
* * *
‘She saw.’
While I was lightly asleep, Miyuki had definitely unlocked the laptop and seen what I'd downloaded.
There was no other reason for her to smack my ass out of the blue.
She must have been a little shocked, right? But it couldn't be helped.
Sleeping with Chinami was now within reach, and if I did it in secret and Miyuki found out the whole story later, she would unleash a torrent of resentment.
Until now, I hadn't gone all the way with Chinami, only caressing her under the pretext of a massage. Miyuki didn't know everything, but she knew about the massages, so it was safe.
But from now on, as I was seriously planning to spend a night with Chinami, things were different.
Who in the world would be happy about their boyfriend sleeping with another woman behind their back?
It was better to persuade Miyuki before the situation got too serious.
However, it wouldn't be a direct persuasion.
I would use a roundabout approach, giving Miyuki the choice to think it over and decide for herself.
Letting her discover my taste in porn was the opening move.
If this went well, Miyuki would feel resistant at first but would gradually adapt.
My future harem plans wouldn't be completely smooth sailing, but they would work out reasonably well.
But if it didn't work... I'd have to tell her outright or find another way.
The chances of her disapproving were very high.
The one thing I could count on, however, was that Miyuki and I were closer than ever.
Let's just hope Miyuki accepts this with a generous heart.
I buried my nose in Miyuki's hair and spoke.
"Miyuki."
"Yeah...?"
"Why are you mad?"
"I'm not mad... Hurry up and sleep."
"Want to go out for a bit? Get some ramen?"
"Now...?"
"Yeah. Still don't feel like eating?"
"No... I'd love to... but aren't you sleepy?"
"You're asking if I'm sleepy after you hit my ass hard enough to make it sting?"
At my words, Miyuki pulled the blanket over her head.
She seemed embarrassed by what she'd done.
Chuckling, I let her go, got up from the futon, and started putting on my outerwear.
Miyuki immediately threw off the blanket and sat up.
"What are you doing..."
"Going to get ramen. You get dressed, too."
"Hold me more."
She stretched her arms straight out in front of her.
Seeing this rare display of assertiveness, I nodded, paused in the middle of putting on my coat, and crouched down to slip my arms under Miyuki's armpits.
Then I held her waist tightly.
Her mind must be a complete mess right now, right?
She probably wanted to bring up the porn but was finding it hard to start the conversation.
So, I should act as naturally and affectionately as possible.
Until Miyuki musters up the courage, and even after.
After spending some time hugging Miyuki, we went out for ramen, came back, and fell asleep peacefully side by side.
The next day, in the car on the way back to Miyuki's house.
Sliide.
I was driving, eyes fixed on the road, when I flinched as Miyuki's hand moved toward my groin.
What did this mean? Was she trying to reward me because she was so satisfied with last night?
Or was she offering to satisfy the sexual desire I'd otherwise relieve with porn?
"What are you doing...?"
I questioned her in a bewildered tone, but she just pretended to look out the window while fiddling with my slowly swelling groin.
As if that wasn't enough, when I didn't say anything more, she grew bolder and slipped her hand right inside my pants.
Intense stimulation began to build in my lower body.
I focused with all my might and continued to drive carefully.
Just as we were about to arrive at Miyuki's house, her hand movements started to speed up.
"Hey... Hey...!"
"Feel like you're about to come?"
"...Not yet."
"How about now?"
"....."
"Now?"
"Wait a sec..."
Clenching my teeth, I pulled the car over to the side of the road as soon as we entered her neighborhood.
Realizing that my pleasure was about to peak, she—
"Yeah. You can do it."
—pressed her body against mine and urged me to finish in a sultry voice.
The moment I heard her words, the tension drained from my stiff body, and my lower body instantly became sticky and warm.
‘Ha...’
I think I just got completely played... didn't I?
"Wow, a lot came out...?"
Miyuki's voice was filled with feigned surprise, her hand still holding me.
For some reason, my pride felt wounded. I let out a long sigh and looked at her.
"How am I supposed to go home like this...?"
"That's for you to figure out... dummy."
At Miyuki's blunt tone as she gave me a final squeeze, I let out a hollow laugh and started the car.
My pants... I just folded them yesterday, and now I have to wash them again.
* * *
After the day she saw the laptop, Miyuki started to openly mention porn.
It was the same now. Before class, she was talking about it with Bread Girl and the Vice Class President.
"They say guys love porn."
"That's what I hear. But why the sudden talk about porn? Matsuda-kun will be embarrassed."
"He'll probably like it. Because Matsuda's a total pervert on the inside."
A pervert.
It was something Miyuki said all the time, but today, it sounded particularly meaningful.
Lying with my head on my desk, I said quietly.
"I can hear you. Keep it down."
Miyuki and the Vice Class President giggled, and Bread Girl coughed before changing the subject.
For me, this change in Miyuki's attitude was a good sign.
It felt like she was slowly trying to work up her courage.
For now, she was too shy to bring it up first, resorting to this foxy behavior of subtly testing the waters. But soon enough, she'd get frustrated and ask me directly.
That's right. A couple that can't be honest with each other won't last long.
So, if you're curious about something, just ask. We can have a sincere talk then.
Then came time for club activities.
I did my best to ignore the ever-meddlesome Tetsuya and headed to the club room, where I ran into Renka.
"Hello, Captain."
"Greetings, Captain!"
Unlike my dry greeting, Tetsuya bellowed like a soldier who'd been whipped into shape.
Startled, Renka flinched and raised a hand with an awkward look on her face.
"Hey, Miura. You just get here?"
We greeted her at the same time, so why'd she only return that bastard's greeting?
That's ten extra lashes for a punishment.
"Yes, Captain."
"Are you going to change?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Tetsuya answered energetically and started to enter the club room.
As I was about to follow him,
"Matsuda. You stay."
I turned my head toward Renka, who had stopped me.
"Why?"
"Stay if I tell you to stay."
Perhaps sensing the sternness in Renka's tone, Tetsuya patted my shoulder with a sympathetic look.
He probably thought I was about to get scolded by Renka... Keep racking up that bad karma. Let's see what happens.
I shot him an annoyed glare as he left, then asked Renka.
"Are you going to use your last wish?"
"...Every time you see me, you ask about the wish... Are you that nervous? Afraid I'll make you do something difficult?"
"It's not that I'm nervous, I'm looking forward to it."
"Looking forward to it?"
"My heart's pounding, wondering what kind of memories I'll get to make with you this time, Captain."
"M-Memories? What memories...! More like nightmares..."
"Why are you getting so worked up? Did something bad happen today?"
"Seeing you is the bad thing...!"
"You're the one who called me over."
"W-Well, that's true... And lately, you keep mixing in casual speech when you talk to me... What's that about? Show some manners, will you?"
"Don't be so cold. It's not like we have a rigid hierarchical relationship... I think it's fine to mix in some casual speech."
"Don't be ridiculous...! You and I should have a rigid hierarchical relationship...!"
"Ah, so that makes me the master, then?"
"You...!"
Renka's face flushed.
Ahh... at this point, I feel disappointed if I don't see that expression at least once a day. Maybe I'm the one being trained, not Renka.
I chuckled, then spotted Chinami approaching in the distance, eating ice cream. I waved at Renka.
"Just kidding. See you."
Then, before Renka could say anything else, I scurried over to Chinami.