Chapter 291: Start of School #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 291: Start of School #2
“Mmm… Junior… If you keep doing that, my cheeks will get all stretched out…”
I had been pinching Chinami’s cheek with my thumb and forefinger, but I let go when I heard her embarrassed voice.
However, that wasn't the end of the skinship.
With my arm still around her shoulder, I gently tickled her neck. A strange sensation seemed to wash over her as she sank deeper into her seat.
“Haa… Would you… like a peach…?”
“There’s only one left. You have it, Master.”
“It’s alright if I give it to you, Junior…”
“I’ll have it later.”
“Ah, yes… Then how about this…?”
Still held by me, Chinami pulled a small plastic bottle from a black plastic bag she had placed on the seat.
It was a drink called [Jelly-ppuyo], wrapped in a cute pink label.
It looked like it had peach jelly inside… So very Chinami.
I took the drink she offered and spoke.
“As expected of my Master, you’re so kind. Unlike someone else.”
“Who might that someone be…?”
“Oh, there’s someone. Try and guess.”
“Ummm…”
As I was enjoying this soft, sweet moment with a deeply pondering Chinami, Renka, who had been listening beside me, jumped into the conversation, clearly provoked.
“What a pathetic way of talking. Just like the piece of trash you are.”
Say what you want. I’ll make you pay for it all later.
I breezily ignored Renka’s grumbling and grinned as I ate the peach Chinami had offered me.
That must have pissed her off, because she bit her lower lip and flipped me the middle finger.
“Oh my…! Friend…! You can’t make gestures like that…! And calling him trash…! How could you say something so cruel to another person?”
Of course, Chinami caught her and gave her a stern scolding.
I snickered inwardly as Renka flinched and averted her gaze, then continued my skinship with Chinami.
“M-my…! Junior…! This isn’t the time for…”
“Why not?”
“What do you mean, why not…? Doing this in a public place… It’s not even an enclosed space…”
“Then how about we stop here for now, and when we get off the bus, we can stop by the club room and finish?”
“Wh-what…!? No…? There will be a lot of club members in the room, won’t there…? They’ll need to shower before the after-party…”
“Is that so? Then call me when you’re heading back. I’ll give you a ride.”
“Huh? Junior, you’re not going to the after-party?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“I have something to do. I already told the coach.”
“Aha… That’s a shame.”
As Chinami accepted my reason with a sigh of disappointment, Renka, as always, chimed in to interfere.
“‘Something to do,’ my ass… You’re probably just too lazy and want to rest.”
She not only knew every word of our quiet conversation but also seemed to have read Chinami’s expression, which meant she must have been paying very close attention to our public display of affection.
Pretending not to care one bit while watching us so intently… Just like a pervert.
“Why are you trying to pick a fight?”
“I’m just stating a fact.”
“Not at all.”
“How childish.”
“What’s so childish about this?”
“It just was.”
“Can you stop being so stubborn?”
“Aren’t you the one being stubborn, Captain?”
“……”
Keep talking. See what happens.
I stared at Renka with that exact thought in my eyes. She flinched and looked away.
I let out a dry laugh at her instantly deflated attitude and gently stroked the side of Chinami’s hair, who was looking back and forth between me and Renka with a pleased smile.
“What is it?”
“It’s just nice to see you two getting along so well.”
She heard that conversation and thought we were getting along?
Then again, I suppose it could look like two friends bickering out of a strange sort of affection.
Whatever the case, I was grateful that Chinami thought of it that way.
Doki Doki Massage Season 3… I should probably start it soon, right?
* * *
The next morning.
I was lazing around with the start of school just around the corner when the sliding window opened and Miyuki peeked her head in. I sat up.
“What? When did you get here? I didn’t even hear the front gate open.”
“It was open. Didn’t you just get back from a workout or something?”
“Nope. I’ve been home since last night.”
“What…? You mean the gate’s been open since last night? Even while you were sleeping?”
“Looks like it.”
My nonchalant tone seemed to utterly dumbfound her, and she let out a hollow laugh.
“How can you be so laid-back? What would you have done if a burglar came?”
“But one didn’t. This is a safe neighborhood.”
“…I’m so speechless I don’t even know what to say… That’s being completely oblivious to safety. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
“If you know, then why do you leave the gate open? Ugh… Anyway, good job at the tournament. You didn’t iron your uniform, did you?”
“Nope.”
“I knew it. I’ll iron it for you, so wear it neatly.”
Ahh… the domestic Miyuki… I love it.
I was grinning foolishly at Miyuki’s resourcefulness when her next words made me furrow my brow.
“Help me carry it in. I brought the ironing board, and it’s heavy.”
“You brought it? The whole thing?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
“My mom gave me a ride.”
“Your mother? If something like that comes up, you should have…”
“I know you were going to say I should have called you, but I just came.”
Miyuki cut me off, anticipating what I was about to say.
With nothing left to say, I smacked my lips and chided her.
“Why would you go through all that trouble just to bring over stuff to iron? You should have just called me since I was home.”
“Mom happened to be going out, so I asked her for a ride.”
“Still, call me next time.”
“Okay.”
“Please, just do it.”
“Uh-huh.”
She was answering properly, but her eyes were so wide and round that I couldn’t tell if she was actually listening or if my words were going in one ear and out the other.
“You are listening to me, right?”
“I’m listening. You’re the one who should be locking the gate, Matsuda-kun.”
Miyuki’s counterattack left me speechless. I headed for the gate to bring in the ironing board.
Just then, a familiar car pulled up to the gate. My eyes widened, and I bowed.
“Hello, ma’am.”
“Hello, Matsuda-kun. I heard you participated in the kendo tournament.”
“Yes.”
“And you even won the MVP trophy. Congratulations.”
Miyuki must have told her everything after I contacted her yesterday.
I guess it’s only natural to brag to your parents about how great your future husband is.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t come over much these days. I’m a little hurt, you know?”
“Uh… I’m sorry.”
Embarrassed, I scratched the side of my head. Midori covered her mouth with her hand as she smiled, then asked.
“Is Miyuki inside?”
“She is. Should I call her?”
“No, that’s alright. Could you just give this to her?”
Midori reached over to the passenger seat and handed me something.
It was Miyuki’s phone. It must have fallen out of her pocket when she got out of the car.
I took the phone and bowed my head once more.
“I will.”
“Alright, I’ll be going then. Have fun.”
“Yes. I’ll make sure Miyuki doesn’t get home too late.”
“Okay.”
With a bright smile, Midori waved at me and drove off.
Is it common for a mother to visit her daughter’s boyfriend’s house—a boyfriend she isn’t even married to—and act so naturally?
And bringing the iron and ironing board herself… I’m Miyuki’s first boyfriend, so you’d think she’d be more conservative…
Maybe she knows about Miyuki’s subtle reckless streak and has just given up, but even considering that, her mindset seems a little too open.
This makes me want to conquer Midori, too.
The way she keeps giving me these openings makes the blood rush to my lower body, and the impulse to be with her grows stronger.
Just imagining a relationship with the voluptuous woman is enough to drive me crazy with lust.
Her, giving me a paizuri with her breasts, then stimulating me by poking the glans of my cock with her index fingernail, her tongue darting back and forth as she tries to force out that pale white fluid…
As the urge to cum hits me and I flinch, she gives me a lewd eye-smile before placing her tongue on the underside of the head and opening her mouth wide…
Just that simple thought makes me feel like I’m losing my mind.
I feel really, really sorry for Wataru, but maybe being secret partners would be okay…?
No. I have to hold back… I must resist.
Suppressing the evil temptation that was slithering its way up with my righteous heart, I hoisted the ironing board and carried it into the house.
Then I handed the phone to Miyuki, who had already changed into a set of my clothes.
“You left this.”
“Oh, it’s mine. Was it on the ground?”
“No. Your mother came by and asked me to give it to you.”
“Oh, really? Mom came back?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks. Can you set up the ironing board next to the TV?”
Miyuki didn’t seem particularly embarrassed that Midori had come to my house, either.
It feels like we’ve become a completely married couple, which, strangely enough, makes me feel a bit odd.
My relationships with Renka and Chinami should develop this far, too… Maybe I should be more proactive from now on.
“You’re going to iron now?”
“Yeah. Oh, and I have to leave early tomorrow morning to stand guard at the main gate.”
“Why are you standing guard?”
“I have to check if the students are wearing their uniforms properly. I also have to watch for any latecomers, so make sure you’re on time, Matsuda-kun.”
In that case, maybe we could do a few things in the gym storage room, like last time?
As if she had read my mind, Miyuki cut me off sharply.
“Don’t get any weird ideas.”
“That’s a shame. But you want me to go alone?”
“If you’re bored, you can come with Tetsuya-kun.”
“I don’t want to do that.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like having guys in my car.”
“…You’re really something else…”
Miyuki shook her head as if she was fed up, opened my closet, and took out one of my dress shirts hanging inside.
Then, with practiced skill, she placed the shirt on the ironing board and turned on the iron.
“Need any help?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“What is there to help with when ironing? It’s fine, just stay put.”
“I’m bored.”
“Then look for a movie to watch.”
“Alright.”