Chapter 296: Soft and Hot
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 296: Soft and Hot
Knock, knock.
I knocked on the solid wood door. Hearing a kind voice from within bid me enter, I opened it.
The moment I stepped inside, the smell of chemicals hit me... For some reason, I found it comforting.
“What brings you here? Are you hurt?”
The school nurse, sitting on a round stool, looked at me and asked.
Her white coat and the blouse underneath still couldn't hide her ample chest.
“Oh? It’s you.”
The school nurse seemed to recognize me, but her expression was placid.
I wanted to paint that indifferent face, which showed neither welcome nor distaste, with pure pleasure.
“Hello.”
“Hello. It’s been a while. Is something wrong?”
“I’m not here because I’m hurt. I just came to say hello.”
“Really?”
Really? I’ve graced you with my presence; the least you could do is pretend to be happy to see me. How cold.
I’m giving you one demerit point. Once you reach five, I’ll turn you into a lewd little bitch.
Come to think of it, she just called me ‘you.’ Does she even remember my name?
I placed a vitamin drink on the school nurse’s tidy desk and spoke before she could say anything.
“You helped me out a lot last year... I wanted to give you this as a small thank you.”
A faint smile formed on the school nurse’s face.
Did she think it would be rude to refuse a sincere gesture?
She picked up the glass bottle and thanked me.
“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”
If I’d let my ulterior motives show on my face, she never would have accepted it, right?
If the school nurse were a heroine, I wonder what her capture difficulty would be.
Swallowing that thought, I gave a slight grin.
“Well, I’ll be on my way.”
I gave a slight bow and was about to leave the nurse’s office when—
“Take care, Matsuda.”
The nurse’s friendly voice came from behind me.
So she did remember my name.
Then again, considering how much trouble I caused, it’d be weirder if she didn’t.
After leaving the nurse’s office, I was walking down the first-year hallway when I stopped dead in front of the bulletin board.
It was plastered with club recruitment posters.
They’ve made them already? I don’t know whether to admire these passionate students or not.
There were posters for sports clubs like soccer, baseball, volleyball, basketball, judo, boxing, and archery, as well as arts clubs like the light music club, concert band club, and art club.
The variety of creative designs was impressive.
But why put them up so early? Is it for the first-years to see when they come to check out their new classrooms?
The Kendo Club’s... doesn’t seem to be here yet.
I scanned the board and was about to walk away when I paused. In one corner, something pink was tacked up, hidden behind another poster.
The color reminded me of a peach, so I peeked under the poster covering it, and—
‘Huh...’
I found the Kendo Club’s recruitment poster. Along with several drawings of peach characters, it had a short message: [Come check out the Kendo Club and get a delicious peach!]
It was so distinct, anyone could tell Chinami made it.
So that’s why I didn’t see it. But what’s this about getting a peach for visiting the Kendo Club?
The two things couldn’t be more unrelated.
In the center of the poster was a picture of Renka competing in her helmet, and at the bottom was a long list of all the tournaments she’d participated in and the awards she’d won.
It also included a brief and interesting explanation of the martial art of kendo, so while it was quite flashy, it still served its purpose as a promotional poster.
Chinami really put some thought into this. Good for her.
But some other club bastards covered up the poster Chinami worked so hard on.
That’s really, really, really, really infuriating.
Chinami would be hurt if she saw this.
Pouting, I glanced around.
After making sure no one was around, I tore down the Judo Club and Basketball Club posters that were covering Chinami’s and crumpled them into my pocket.
Those clubs are popular enough without needing to advertise. Pulling a classless move like this just to block Chinami’s unique poster... I won’t be satisfied until I get my revenge.
From now on, I’ll come here every day and get rid of the Judo and Basketball Club posters.
And if any other club covers the Kendo Club poster, I’ll add them to my revenge list.
Grinning at Chinami’s now clearly visible poster, I left.
* * *
“Could I have your attention, everyone?”
Lunchtime.
Miyuki stood at the teacher’s desk, and as she drew the gazes of the chattering students, the classroom quickly fell silent.
“Thanks. An official notice came down telling students not to damage the club recruitment posters on the first-year hallway’s bulletin board. I’m sure no one in our class would do such a thing, but I have to pass on the message.”
Hearing Miyuki’s words, I couldn’t help but flinch.
It’s only been three hours since I took them down. They already got a report and issued a notice?
The student council works fast.
After making the announcement, Miyuki returned to her seat and poked me in the side.
Then she called my name quietly.
“Matsuda-kun.”
“Huh?”
“Did you hear me?”
“Hear what?”
“About not damaging the posters.”
“Why are you singling me out? Think I caused some trouble?”
Miyuki’s eyes curved into a smile.
She must have seen me flinch when she was talking at the podium.
It seems she also read the flicker of guilt hidden behind my calm expression.
Rustle.
As I was wondering what to do, Miyuki held out two crumpled posters, and I clicked my tongue.
I’d thrown them in the trash as soon as I got to the classroom. Miyuki must have found them by chance.
Realizing there was no point in lying anymore, I confessed.
“The Kendo Club poster was covered up by those.”
“That doesn’t mean you can just tear other posters down. You should have told me or another student council member. Then we would have issued a notice about not covering up posters, instead of one about not damaging them...”
Miyuki’s voice grew gradually sterner.
She must be angry that I didn’t handle things in a more civil way... which is fair.
“Sorry. I was angry that the poster Nanase-senpai worked so hard on was covered up.”
As I lowered my head slightly and apologized, Miyuki let out a weak laugh.
“I understand. But from now on, let’s try to think a little more gently, okay? Can you do that?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll let it slide since you’ve been doing so well until now. Covering another club’s poster is definitely wrong, so I’ll send a notice to each club about it today. So don’t tear any more down.”
“What if they cover it again after you tell them not to?”
“Then don’t just crumple it up like you did today. Carefully take it down and stick it up next to ours. Then tell me. Got it?”
I was planning on ripping them to shreds, but Miyuki nipped that in the bud.
Then again, it was exactly the kind of childish thing Miyuki would hate.
Enough to make her angry in the past.
The reason she’s letting me off with a verbal warning that’s barely even a warning is probably partly because the Judo and Basketball clubs have spare posters... but the bigger reason is that she really, really likes me.
“Got it.”
“Good.”
Satisfied with my answer, Miyuki stroked my thigh.
Her long, slender fingers gently brushed up the fabric of my winter uniform pants.
Feeling the ticklish sensation spreading from her touch, I relaxed my lower body and spent the rest of the time listening to Miyuki’s gentle admonishments.
* * *
“Hey, Junior! What do you think!?”
Chinami showed me the poster she’d made.
The way she held it out with both hands like, “Ta-da!” was so cute I could die.
I’d already seen the poster, but I had to pretend I hadn’t.
“Did this just come out today?”
“Yes!”
“How many are there?”
“I only made about five for now. I put one up on the first-year hallway’s bulletin board, too.”
“That’s not very many, is it?”
“Please think of this as just a sample. I wanted to make the official poster with you, Junior.”
“Is it okay for just the two of us to make the poster?”
“The coach said the manager’s input should be a big part of the poster. Of course, we’ll ask for others’ opinions too, but for now, I think it would be good for the two of us to brainstorm.”
“Is that so? Then can I take a look?”
“Of course. I’d like your evaluation.”
I agreed and took the poster Chinami held out, examining it closely.
Just as I’d thought when I saw it earlier, it was objectively well-made.
“It’s unique, but I don’t think it strays from the purpose of promotion at all. You did a great job.”
“Hearing you say that makes it all worthwhile. Thank you, Junior.”
“Not at all. But this part here... about giving out peaches to visitors? Are you really going to give one to everyone?”
“Of course. I can’t break a promise. I brought some frozen peaches today and put them in the lounge refrigerator.”
“...You did?”
“Yes. Do you think I should take that part out?”
“No, I think it’s fine. It gives it character.”
“Right?”
“Yes.”
“Hehe... Hearing that makes me feel even more motivated. We shouldn’t just stand here. Shall we go somewhere quiet and brainstorm some ideas together?”
She grabbed my wrist and led me into the rather spacious drying room.
She spread a blanket that had been laid out to dry on the floor, promptly knelt down, and patted the spot across from her.
“Here, sit down. Let’s put our heads together.”
I chuckled at the enthusiastic Chinami and took a seat in front of her.
Chinami then placed the poster on the floor between us, and—
Thump.
She pressed her forehead against mine.
Before I could even react, she closed her eyes gently, crossed her arms, and let out a sigh as if deep in thought.
“Hmm...! What kind of ideas are there?”
It was both funny and adorable how she took the idiom “put our heads together” so literally.
Laughing inwardly at her quirky behavior, I replied.
“Well... I don’t know anything about this kind of thing... I think the current poster is good enough.”
“Hmmm... We still have some time before the new students enroll, so it’s okay to think about it slowly.”
“Let’s do that.”
Agreeing readily, I grabbed Chinami’s hips and pulled her forward.
“Oh...!?”
The center of the blanket bunched up, bringing Chinami right in front of my face.
Inhaling the sweet scent of peaches that filled my nose, I held her soft, slender waist and said.
“We can think about the poster later. For now, can we just stay like this?”
“B-But, we should come up with at least one idea today... Ah...! Ah! That tickles...”
I could feel the tension draining from Chinami’s body as she trembled with every squeeze of my fingertips.
Her eyes were already starting to glaze over as she exhaled hot breaths. I pressed into her waist, massaging it, and—
“Haaah...”
—as she let out a languid sigh, I moved my hands to her ribs and armpits.
“Mmat...!?”
Chinami’s body jolted.
Seizing the opportunity, I used all my strength to lift her onto my lap.
“N-No...! J-Junior...! What if someone comes in...”
As Chinami glanced nervously at the drying room door, I toyed with the back of her neck and rocked my body back and forth slowly, as if on a swing, to reassure her.
“It’s fine, I locked the door.”
“Whaat...? When...”
“I locked it on our way in.”
“Aha... I see...”
“Convinced?”
“Yeees... Ah... my butt...”
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”
“N-No... it’s just that spot was feeling a little tight... I was going to ask you to... massage it...”
One of Chinami’s charms was how quickly she accepted things when faced with a suggestive situation like this.
“But...”
“But?”
“Your... down there... seems to be getting hard...”
And as a bonus, she says the lewdest things in her own innocent way.
I gave a gentle smile to her as she indirectly mentioned my groin, where blood was pooling, and said.
“It’s just a muscle problem.”
“Oh, oh my... that’s serious... What should we do to fix it...?”
“It’ll get better on its own.”
“Aha... Aaah...? It’s a problem if you put your hand inside...”
“I’ll just put it in a little.”
“I-If you say so... okay...”
Chinami wrapped her arms around my neck, her groin pressing tightly against my abdomen.
Proof that she was properly aroused.
Feeling her body heat up in real time, I began to caress Chinami, gauging just how far I could go with her right here, right now.