Chapter 272: An Uninvited Guest and a Welcome One
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 272: An Uninvited Guest and a Welcome One
“Hah… hah…”
Leaning against the wall of my house, I gasped for breath.
I hadn't even been running for that long, but I was already exhausted.
This is why you can't take a break from exercising. I should make sure to run at least every other day.
Wiping away the sweat that was cooling in the chilly wind, I opened the main gate with my key.
Just as I was about to step inside,
“Matsuda-kun? What are you doing out here?”
Miyuki’s lovely voice called out from behind me.
I turned to see her on her bicycle, one foot on the ground for balance, staring intently at me.
Riding her bike at this hour…
Isn't she being a little too careless about her safety?
“I was just out exercising.”
“Exercising? What kind?”
“Running.”
“Oh, really? I rode my bike over to get some exercise, too… We’re on the same wavelength, aren't we?”
“Sure, let’s go with that… What time is it?”
“Eleven.”
“Then why did you come here alone so late? Didn’t I tell you to call me before you came?”
“You did.”
“If you wanted to come, couldn’t you have just called or texted? Did you really have to ride your bike all the way here? Aren’t your hands cold in this weather?”
“Nope.”
She answered so confidently that I was left speechless.
As she got off her bike with a brazen look on her face, I said,
“Call me next time.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that. Give me the bike. I’ll walk it in.”
“Okay.”
With a soft grin, Miyuki obediently handed the bicycle over to me.
She must like it when I take care of her.
Just one look at that smile and any resolve to be harsh with her melts away.
I feel the same way when Renka gives me one of her rare smiles, or when Chinami’s lips curve into an innocent grin.
What would it be like if all three of them smiled at me at the same time?
The mere thought filled me with happiness and sent blood rushing down below.
I parked the bike under the eaves and headed inside with Miyuki.
Afterward, I was about to leave her to take off her coat and head to the bathroom, but then…
“Wait.”
Miyuki’s low voice stopped me in my tracks.
I turned around to see her staring at me with a dead-serious expression.
What? What’s with her?
Since there were quite a few things I felt guilty about when it came to her, I broke into a cold sweat as I waited for Miyuki to approach.
Her expression was incredibly stiff. For a moment, I felt a pang of anxiety… but it was unfounded.
“You smell good…”
Her face instantly broke into a goofy grin as she wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, burying her face in my stomach as she spoke.
“Wh-what’s with you all of a sudden…?”
“Stay still…!”
Pinning me in place with the stern tone of a queen, she began rubbing her face against my body like a puppy marking its territory.
Or, in this case, should I say I’m the one being marked?
After all, my scent was getting all over Miyuki’s face.
They say that if you find the scent of the opposite sex pleasant, it means your genes are distinctly different. A child from such a pair would inherit both immune systems and be incredibly healthy.
So my child with Miyuki would be strong. That was nothing but good news.
Relieved, I ruffled Miyuki’s hair.
“Happy now?”
“Yep.”
The more energetic Miyuki acts, the weaker my resolve gets.
I get scared and can’t bring myself to tell her about my relationship with Renka, putting it off again and again… It’s a vicious cycle.
I’m supposed to act like the piece of trash I am, but it’s not that easy.
That said, I have no intention of giving up Renka, Chinami, or even Hiyori, so I guess I’ll just have to try harder.
“What are you going to do? You’re getting all sweaty.”
“I can just wash up… idiot.”
“Didn’t you already shower? I can smell shampoo.”
“Nope. I showered this morning.”
“You said you met a friend today. Your shampoo still smells this strong even after you went out?”
“It can happen.”
Miyuki was telling a blatant lie.
It seemed she was waiting for me to be the one to suggest we shower together.
I scoffed at her foxy behavior and headed for the bathroom, with her clinging to my waist like a limpet.
If we got in the tub together, we would definitely end up doing it, and Miyuki had to know that.
The fact that she wasn't pulling away and was even being proactive meant that she wanted a relationship, too.
Lately, it felt like Miyuki’s sex drive was growing by the day.
At this rate, I wondered if my balls would be completely drained.
Overdoing it won’t make me infertile, right?
* * *
“Hey…”
The next day.
During a lull at the cafe, Renka, who had been busy working, called me over.
“What is it?”
“...Uh… never mind.”
She trailed off, glancing at my apron pocket.
Thinking something might be on it, I looked down, but the apron was clean.
“Why are you so fidgety?”
“Who’s fidgety…”
“Then what is it?”
“I said it’s nothing…”
“You’re acting weird…”
“Whatever…”
Why was Renka acting like a puppy that desperately needed to go outside? She seemed to want something…
Watching her hesitate before walking past me to wash the blender, I thought hard about why she was acting this way.
I’d said good morning to her.
I’d even praised her for wearing a skirt today, adding a compliment as I mercilessly groped her bare legs.
While she grumbled and resisted, I left a dark hickey on her neck to imprint the greatness of her master… well, not really, but we had some physical contact anyway.
Retracing the events of the morning, I finally realized I hadn't given Renka her candy today.
Right. I had changed and started working as soon as I got to the cafe.
I must have been so out of it from using up so much stamina yesterday that I’d completely forgotten.
Renka was acting that way because she was wondering why I hadn't given her the candy.
That was why she had glanced at my apron.
I always took the candy out of my coat’s outer pocket, so she must have thought it might be in my apron.
Miyuki yesterday, and Renka today…
Why are they so damn cute? I could just eat them up.
I quickly ducked into the changing room and rummaged through my coat pocket.
Sure enough, there was the candy. Skipping my morning routine… my mistake.
Coming out of the changing room, I moved to a corner that wasn't visible to the security cameras.
From there, I called Renka over.
“Captain.”
“What.”
“Come here.”
“What is it now…”
Though she was grumbling, her body was already moving toward me.
Chuckling at how her actions completely contradicted her words, I unwrapped the candy as she drew near.
“Sorry. I forgot about this.”
“...What are you talking about… So what…?”
She was trying to act nonchalant, but it was obvious she was pleased.
No, pleased is an overstatement. She seemed moderately satisfied.
“Say ‘ahhh’.”
“No…”
“Hurry up.”
“I said no, didn't I…?”
“You’re not going to eat it? Should I give you two tomorrow?”
“……”
After my persistent urging, Renka put on a show of reluctantly giving in and opened her mouth slightly.
Since I hurt my little slave’s feelings, I decided to give her a special finger reward today.
I slipped the candy between Renka’s glossy, pink lips, and immediately followed it with my thumb.
My finger slid in, brushing against her bottom teeth.
Startled, Renka’s mouth snapped shut.
“Ueup…!?”
It had been a while, so it seemed she wasn't prepared for it.
As she grabbed my wrist with both hands and tried to pull it out, I said in a soft voice,
“Roll it around in there.”
“...Mmph…?”
“That’s right. Just like that.”
I was enjoying the moist sensation of my thumb moving around inside Renka’s mouth, a fatherly smile on my face like I was cooing over a kitten, when—
“Uut…!”
Renka shoved me away with all her might and pulled my thumb out.
Her expression was quite fierce.
It seemed her pride was wounded by the fact that she had, for a moment, obeyed my command to roll it around.
Looking her straight in the eye, I popped my thumb into my own mouth and sucked on it.
Renka, who had been wiping the corner of her mouth with a nearby piece of wax paper, froze in horror and glared at me.
“C-can you not do that…?”
“Do what?”
“...Why are you sucking on a finger that has someone else’s spit on it…! It’s disgusting…”
“Are we ‘someone else’ to each other? And what’s disgusting about it? If this is disgusting, you must think kissing is disgusting too, right?”
“Th-that’s…!”
“How’s the candy? Good, right?”
“……”
“Does it taste bad? Should I stop giving it to you?”
“Y-yeah, don’t…”
She was saying things she didn't mean.
Hearing the complete lack of conviction in Renka’s voice, I gave a sly shrug.
“Nope. I’ll give you one tomorrow, too.”
“What kind of childish thing is that to say… Are you an elementary schooler?”
“You got a problem with that?”
“...Hah… Just wash your hands first. And stop sucking it…! It’s so damn annoying…!”
“Alright.”
“Ugh, don’t just say it, go wash them…!”
Apparently embarrassed by my continued explicit and suggestive behavior, Renka turned her head away and pushed me toward the sink.
“Why are you pushing? I said I was going.”
“Don’t make me laugh…! You had no intention of going…!”
My time with Renka felt like a unique kind of flirtationship.
Still, I liked it. It was fresh and new.
Chuckling, I spent a rather enjoyable time working alongside her.
I was in a great mood. But when an uninvited guest showed up and ruined it, my high spirits instantly plummeted.
“Uh… hello?”
It was Tetsuya, a guy I hated seeing.
My eyebrow twitched as I was talking with a prim-acting Renka. I turned to Tetsuya, who was blocking the entrance and looking around with a dopey expression.
“Hey, move. You’re in the doorway.”
“Ah, sorry. You work here?”
Can’t you tell by looking, you fucker?
That bastard had a real talent for annoying people by asking the most obvious questions.
I gave a curt nod, then scowled as I watched Renka greet Tetsuya with a welcoming smile.
I’d have to make her pay the price for giving that bastard a smile she rarely showed me.
“Welcome.”
“Hello, Captain. I just thought I’d stop by.”
“Glad you came. What do you want to drink? It’s on me today.”
“Huh? No, it’s okay. I have money.”
“It’s fine. It wouldn’t be right for me to make you pay when I invited you. Take your time and look at the menu.”
As I watched the two of them chat in a surprisingly friendly atmosphere, I was stunned to see a familiar and missed face open the cafe door.
“I need to use my coupon here. Just three more stamps and I get a free drink.”
It was Hiyori, and she’d brought friends with her.