Chapter 202: School Trip #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 202: School Trip #2
Miyuki compared my and Tetsuya's provisional scores and said,
“You both did well.”
She didn't tell us who won, but judging by the consistently pleased look on her face, our scores seemed to be about the same.
It wouldn't be official until the results were posted, but it seemed close enough to be a real contest.
If there wasn't much of a gap, I'd have to consider this round my loss.
Why? Because I'd gotten way more tutoring from Miyuki than Tetsuya had.
My pride took a sudden, sharp hit. Looks like I'll have to study even harder for the first-semester midterms of our second year.
“This is beyond my expectations. At this rate, I’d say a top rank is a sure thing.”
As Miyuki continued to praise him, Tetsuya scratched his head, looking a little sheepish.
“It’s all thanks to you, Miyuki...”
Putting on that sweet act. It makes me sick.
Lacing my fingers behind my head, I leaned back against the chair.
“If you’re done, let’s go.”
Miyuki took a sip of her coffee and asked,
“Already?”
“I suddenly feel exhausted. I want to drop you guys off quickly and go home to sleep.”
“Oh, really? Should we get going then?”
With that, Miyuki started to clear the table.
After cleaning up the empty cake plates and scattered papers, we went outside and got in the car.
Maybe because it's been a while since I gave Tetsuya a ride, the car doesn't smell good.
I just had the interior detailed not long ago, and now it looks like I'll have to do it again.
Pretending to drive safely, I got to Tetsuya's house as fast as possible. The moment I stopped, I glanced at the back seat.
“We’re here. Get out.”
“Thanks. I’ll call you, Miyuki.”
That bastard is always chasing women.
Or maybe not. Maybe Tetsuya was just acting normally toward Miyuki, and I was just in a bad mood because I was seeing him through a biased lens?
I entertained the thought for a moment but quickly shook it off.
The fact was, I couldn't stand the guy.
Besides, having one more conversation with Miyuki was far more valuable than wasting time on my petty feelings toward Tetsuya.
The moment he was out, I pulled away. Driving slowly, I glanced at Miyuki, who was sipping the last of her coffee through a straw.
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“Did I get close to the top 10?”
“Who? You, Matsuda-kun?”
“Yeah.”
Was she impressed that I cared about my grades?
Miyuki's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled and answered.
“We’ll have to see the final results, but based on your average score so far, making the top 10 will be a close call.”
“So you’re saying it’s possible?”
“Well... I’m not sure yet. But you did incredibly well. Honestly, I told you to aim for the top 10, but I was surprised you actually got so close.”
“If I did well, I deserve a reward.”
“Oh, not this again...! What kind of reward?”
“A reward will motivate me to work even harder.”
“Hah... Fine, let’s at least hear it. What reward do you want?”
“Let’s share a room on the school trip.”
“W-what...?”
Miyuki’s mouth fell slightly open.
She must be flustered by me saying that out of the blue.
Staring blankly at me as I drove, she gulped and then shook her head.
“I don’t think that’s possible...”
“Why.”
“Well... the rule is two people per room... and boys’ and girls’ rooms are separate...”
“I can just book one myself.”
“...Are you serious?”
“It’ll be nice, like we’re on a trip just the two of us. If you tell me where we’re staying in advance, I’ll book a room there.”
Miyuki started twirling a strand of her hair with one hand.
She looked like she was deep in thought.
She seemed tempted, but also a bit worried about breaking the rules.
I shot her a sideways glance, seeing her resolve clearly wavering, and lowered my voice slightly.
“Let’s just be together for a little while at night.”
“...Well... um... I don’t really mind as long as we don’t get caught... but if my roommate gets suspicious...”
“So you don’t want to?”
“W-who said I don’t want to...?”
“Then it’s settled?”
“.....”
“Send me the name of the hotel when you get home. I’ll make a reservation.”
At that, Miyuki tucked her hands between her thighs.
Then she smiled shyly and replied.
“Okay...”
She acted hesitant, but it seemed Miyuki was just as eager as I was to feel like we were on a private trip.
I should prepare some warmed sake to set the mood for the night.
* * *
The next day, during club activities.
Inside the armor storage room, I was talking with Chinami about the school trip. I chuckled at her cute pouting as she slumped her shoulders.
“It would have been better if we went to Okayama instead of Okinawa.”
“Okayama?”
“Yes. Because it’s the home of peaches.”
“...I see. Are you very disappointed?”
“That’s not it. Of course, I should still have a good time.”
“That’s a relief. You’ll be rooming with the captain, right?”
“Of course.”
“Send me pictures whenever you can.”
Chinami’s face turned the color of a peach.
She looks like she’s having some lewd thoughts... Did she perhaps imagine something like nude photos?
I feel like Chinami’s pervert power is growing by the day.
“I will... Oh, have you seen the newspaper article on the bulletin board?”
“I saw it yesterday. The captain showed it to me.”
“Ah, I see. I’m so, so, so...”
“Proud of me?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. It’s all thanks to my master’s boundless grace.”
“Mufufu... You’re very good with your sweet talk... Hyat!?”
Chinami let out a peculiar yelp mid-sentence.
I had suddenly started caressing her slender waist. As her plump cheeks began to flush red, I moved my hand down toward her butt.
“Mph...!”
It had been a while, but Chinami’s skin was still as soft and firm as ever.
It felt like I could keep touching her and never get tired of it.
Gently stroking the underside of Chinami’s bottom, I watched her reaction and asked,
“Should I give you a little massage here?”
“.....”
At that, Chinami’s pink eyes darted around the storage room before she gave a tiny nod.
Grinning at her silent answer, I led Chinami to a corner of the storage room.
Afterward, I had her sit in front of me and began to caress her legs, focusing on them.
“Hah...!”
She trembled and flinched every time my hands touched her through her uniform pants.
Her body twitched as she bent and straightened her knees; it seemed she was also enjoying my touch.
Resting my chin on Chinami’s shoulder, I spent a sensual few moments with her, placing a light kiss on her incredibly soft cheek.
I need to get my sugar fix like this to have the energy for the school trip.
I should make sure to fully charge up today before I go.
* * *
After always driving, taking public transportation feels suffocating.
The train was packed with no room to move, and maybe it felt even more so because of the chubby office worker in front of me.
Standing nearly squashed without moving an inch, I managed to get off with difficulty when the train stopped at the academy’s station.
Afterward, I ambled to the academy’s main gate, passed through the swarms of first-year students, and found Miyuki holding the Class 1-A flag in front of a red bus.
“You’re here? The driver and the guide are by the luggage compartment. Give them your bag and get on the bus.”
Miyuki spotted me first.
Waving one hand in the air like someone with no will to live, I made a joke.
“Should I hold the flag? You’re so short the others won’t be able to find you.”
“It’s been a while since you brought up my height. It brings back memories...”
The first time I teased Miyuki about her height was before we went to get kakigori, wasn't it?
The memories are flooding back. Though it wasn't that long ago, so I don't know if you can call them memories.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. By the way, did you pack warm clothes?”
“My bag’s stuffed, isn’t it? I packed everything you told me to bring.”
“Good. Hurry and get on.”
“What’s the homeroom teacher doing, making you do this?”
“Homeroom teacher.”
“Yeah, yeah, teacher. Anyway, you get on. Hand over the flag.”
Did she notice that I wanted to switch with her in this cold weather?
Miyuki grinned and patted the thick parka she was wearing.
“I’m fine, though. I’m warm.”
“Oh yeah? Then let’s stand here together.”
“Sure. I’d like that. Idiot.”
Miyuki’s energy seems especially high today.
Is it the excitement of the trip? Or the anticipation of spending time alone with me in the room I secretly booked?
Maybe it’s both.
I pulled the hood on the back of Miyuki’s neck up over her head, snatched the flag from her, and held it high.
After teasing her as she jumped up and down trying to grab my arm, I handed the flag to our homeroom teacher, who had just returned from the restroom, and boarded the bus.
Exchanging simple greetings with classmates, I headed to the back, only to click my tongue when I saw Tetsuya passed out midway.
Did he stay up all night gaming? Seeing him sleeping with his mouth hanging open makes me want to punch him in the jaw.
Sitting down right behind Bread Girl and the vice class president, I poked the arm of Bread Girl, who was carefully eating bread so the wrapper wouldn't make a sound.
“Hey, Bread Girl.”
“Cough.”
So she answers with a cough now.
But it feels weaker than last time. The cough is a bit lackluster.
I guess she’s slowly getting used to it.
“You’re eating bread here, too?”
“Keck...! Yeah... Want some...?”
Bread Girl, spitting out bread crumbs, took out a cream bun from her small bag and offered it to me.
I bet this girl has every kind of bread imaginable at her house.
For some reason, I kind of want to visit.
“I’m good. Isn’t your throat getting dry?”
“I brought milk... Want some...?”
“No. You got anything to eat besides bread and milk?”
“Uh, no... Sorry...”
“I was just asking, what’s there to be sorry about? Want some jellies and candy?”
“Cough! No... it’s okay...”
“I’m just giving them to you. Take them.”
I rummaged through my coat pocket and took out whatever snacks my hand landed on.
And then I held them out to Bread Girl.
“Th-thank you...”
I grinned at Bread Girl, who even bowed her head deeply, and scoffed when the vice class president pulled her into an embrace and chided me.
“Why are you bullying our Masako? You’re so mean.”
“You want me to show you what real mean is?”
“What is it? I’m curious.”
“Give me your glasses.”
“Why my glasses?”
“To put a padlock through the bridge.”
“Wow... you’re the worst...”
While the vice class president and I were exchanging light banter, the homeroom teacher, having finished the headcount, said something to the driver, and the bus started toward Tokyo Station.
The actual mode of transport to Hokkaido was the Shinkansen.
The travel time is longer than by plane, but that’s also part of the charm of a trip.
For me, it was much better than a plane, especially since I could sit next to Miyuki for a long time and do all sorts of things.
“What were you talking about?”
Miyuki asked as she approached my seat after the bus started moving.
Watching the vice class president playfully tattle on what I’d said, I scooted over to the window seat and patted the one next to me.
“Hurry up and sit. Let’s eat some snacks.”
At that, Miyuki, who had been giggling with the vice class president, sat down demurely and said,
“When we get off at the station, we’ll have about fifteen minutes for a bathroom break, right? I have to talk to the homeroom teacher, so I can’t buy an ekiben. So, Matsuda-kun, you have to buy one for me too.”
The highlight of any train trip is the ekiben.
Eating the unique bento boxes sold at each region’s terminal is one of the essential parts of the experience.
If you don’t eat one, you can’t say you’ve truly been on a train trip.
Suddenly feeling like a little kid, I answered by secretly placing my hand on Miyuki’s leg.
I’m already thrilled at the thought of making another memory just for me and Miyuki, one that Tetsuya is completely left out of.
