Chapter 333: Addiction #3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 333: Addiction #3
“What did you talk about with those two?”
The question was for Miyuki, who had just returned to the classroom.
She answered while insisting I fan her with my hand, even though it wasn't hot.
“I asked if they knew where the first-years go to smoke.”
“And what’d they say?”
“They don’t know.”
“They’re not the type of students who would. How would they know?”
“I thought they might have seen something by chance. I’ve been asking other first-years too, but they all said they don’t really know.”
It’s nice to see her rolling up her sleeves to take action, but I can’t help but think it’s a bit dangerous.
I don’t think there are any problem children among the first-years like the old Supuri Circle, but still, hot-blooded young punks can be reckless...
If she tries to stop them and just gets cursed at and hurt, I think my heart would really ache.
Of course, as a member of the student council and the disciplinary committee, Miyuki is just doing her job.
I watched her for a moment as she received my fanning with her eyes closed, then spoke.
“There are probably some at the incinerator.”
“The incinerator? The garbage incinerator?”
“Yeah.”
“But students are forbidden from entering that area. Aren’t the staff members always guarding it?”
As if the kinds of guys who break school rules for fun wouldn't enter a place that’s off-limits to students.
On the contrary, they’d probably think, ‘Perfect!’ and use it as their hideout.
It seems my dear Miyuki has too much faith in people.
She’s the type to believe in the inherent goodness of human nature, not its inherent evil.
“There’s probably a mouse hole or something they use to get in without being caught.”
“How do you know? Experience? Is that where some scary seniors used to call you out to?”
“What are you talking about? Just shut up and tell me if you want to go. I’ll go with you.”
“Because it’s dangerous?”
“Right. By the way, how long do I have to keep doing this?”
“You can stop.”
“You should have said so sooner. My arm is killing me.”
“I never told you to do it.”
“You asked me to earlier.”
“I didn’t say it with words.”
Right, she did gesture for me to do it.
Her sly side is growing by the day.
Should I teach her a lesson soon?
I think that every time, but whenever Miyuki starts whining in that sleepy voice of hers, I always end up giving in.
She has me so completely wrapped around her finger, it’s a real problem.
* * *
It feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Chinami with someone else.
She was in the middle of a cheerful conversation, and seeing her hold up the peach-flavored jelly in her hand, it seemed to be about that.
After a while, Chinami parted ways with her friend and started heading somewhere, humming a little tune.
I followed behind her, savoring the peach scent that grew stronger the closer I got, and spoke casually.
“Master.”
“Hmyat!?”
I had approached her like a thief, and when I called her name, she flailed her arms in the air in surprise.
It was an over-the-top reaction you’d only see in a manga.
But when Chinami does it, it somehow feels natural.
“Ah... It’s you, Junior. You scared me.”
She turned, saw me, and offered a cute rebuke.
I gave her an apologetic smile and took my place beside her.
“I saw you from a distance. Who was that with you?”
“A classmate from my class.”
“What were you talking about?”
“We were having an in-depth discussion about this jelly I’m eating right now.”
Just as I thought.
I wonder how Chinami would react if all the peaches in the world suddenly disappeared.
“Give me one, too.”
“Will one be enough? I can give you five.”
“One is fine.”
“Hmm. Alright.”
I popped the jelly Chinami handed me into my mouth and asked.
“Do you have a moment?”
“Of course.”
“Then, this way...”
“Okay.”
I said it in a voice that couldn't sound more suspicious, yet she followed me without a hint of doubt.
This makes me feel like some kind of criminal.
Behind the cafeteria, in a secluded spot perfect for skipping class.
I led Chinami there, and she let out a gasp of admiration, looking all around. I chuckled.
“First time seeing this place?”
“Yes. A place like this existed? It’s so quiet, and the view is beautiful.”
“I discovered it.”
“Oho... May I use it as well?”
“Of course. It’s not like I own the land.”
“Hehe... Thank you... Nnh!?”
Chinami flinched mid-sentence.
It was because I had slipped my hand under the skirt of her uniform.
Soft, supple skin... It’s the best.
The texture of the panties covering her plump bottom also felt amazing.
“Mnghk...!”
Miyuki and Renka sometimes let out strange moans, but none of them sound as intense or unique as Chinami’s.
Suppressing the laugh that threatened to escape, I asked, “What’s wrong?” as Chinami placed a hand on my shoulder and shook it lightly.
“Junior...! We’re outdoors...”
“It’s fine, no one’s here.”
“Aha... But Junior, why do you like that place so much...?”
“Where? The butt?”
“Yes...”
“I just do.”
“I-I see...”
Chinami nodded with an unconvinced expression.
I spent quite a long time with her as her body temperature gradually rose, only stopping my hand when I heard faint panting sounds escape her lips.
“Shall we head back now?”
“Hah... Yes...?”
She looks cute, startled like that, as if she didn't expect me to stop while I was in the middle of fondling her.
I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck, Chinami’s erogenous zone, and squeezed gently as I spoke.
“Let’s save the rest for club activities.”
“Hoek... Huu... Yes...!”
She answered with her shoulders tensed up, and with those doe-like eyes, she makes me feel like I’m extorting her or something.
A sudden wave of guilt washed over me. I caressed Chinami’s cheek, which looked like it was about to burst, and we left the secret place.
* * *
“Hey! You, get over here for a second...!”
During club activities.
Renka, who had been avoiding me all day, forced her eyes wide and called out to me as I came out in my martial arts uniform.
I followed her outside the club room and asked.
“What is it?”
“What do you mean, what is it...! Are you asking because you don’t know?”
“What is it this time?”
“W-Why on earth were you with Chinami in broad daylight...”
So that’s what this was about.
It seems Renka had observed Chinami’s state after her secret, sensual time with me and put two and two together.
Though it was less of a guess and more of a direct hit.
“Is there a problem? It was consensual.”
“...You went too far...! The girl’s face was bright red... And what do you mean, consensual...! You obviously took advantage of the indecisive Chinami...”
“What’s indecisive about Master? She’s far more decisive than you, Captain.”
“Th-That’s not...”
“You don’t think so?”
“.....”
Renka’s lips pressed into a firm line, as if she was recalling the events of the weekend.
She knows it too.
Just how much she’s swayed by me.
But isn’t this a classic cliché you see all the time in manga?
The friend steps up on behalf of her harassed friend, but she ends up succumbing to the pleasure given by her ‘trainer.’ As time passes, she devotes her body and soul to the man, eventually getting her friend to join in serving him... that kind of picture.
It’s a situation straight out of a training eroge, and as expected, our Renka knows my tastes very well.
In that case, the standard procedure would be to blackmail her, right?
“So, does your coming here to confront me mean you’re willing to take Master’s place?”
“T-Take her place... What do you mean by that...?”
“Your tone has changed. That’s proof you know exactly what I mean.”
“What kind of nonsense is that...! That’s not it at all...!?”
“It’s not? Then does that mean you don’t care if I lay my hands on Master?”
“W-Why are you suddenly saying such weird things...! Your tone has changed too...!”
My acting must have been clumsy. I’ll have to do better next time.
I shrugged and said.
“So, is that why you called me over? To complain?”
“It’s not really complaining... I’m just saying you should refrain from doing that kind of thing right before class starts... Especially with an emotional girl like Chinami, a dirty guy like you...”
“Dirty?”
“No... not dirty, but... just be more careful...”
“I’ll keep it in mind, but I can’t make any promises. Did you sleep well last night?”
“Did I sleep well...? Why the hell are you asking that?”
“I thought I saw you logged on yesterday.”
“Logged on? Where...”
Renka, who had been tilting her head, suddenly shot me a chilling glare.
“You son of a bitch...! We promised not to talk about that!”
I put on an aggrieved expression as she immediately started cursing, unable to contain her anger.
“No, our agreement was about Ino-chan, wasn’t it?”
“Shut up! Shut that mouth! Talking about AniShare is forbidden too...!”
It’s funny how she lowers her voice so much, worried someone might overhear.
It seems she’d rather die than let anyone find out she’s a closet otaku.
I took a bold step toward Renka, who was screaming without making a sound, and reached out a hand while she flinched.
“Eek...!?”
In an instant, I had access to her stomach, and Renka sucked in a sharp breath.
Beneath her uniform lay a smooth, slender waistline, and in the center, I could feel the slight, convex mound of her lower abdomen.
There’s no other part of the body that drives a man crazier than this.
It’s Renka’s unique charm, something Miyuki and Chinami don’t have—a feature one could call slender.
Renka should probably never gain weight, if only to maintain this lower belly.
“Wh-Where are you touching...! You piece of trash...!”
She says that, but she doesn’t even think of stopping me with her free hands. How lovely.
I want to drag her to the storage room right now and have her serve me.
But I have to hold back. Demanding a blowjob every time is not a good look.
Occasionally... enjoying daily life and then receiving one once in a while should be fine.
I leaned in, bringing my face close to Renka’s shoulder, and brought my lips to her ear as she flinched.
Then, I whispered very softly.
“Next time, let’s try a tail plug.”
“What...? A p-plug...?”
At the blatant announcement of using such an item, Renka’s face turned shades of red and purple.
I thought she was about to explode with anger, but contrary to my expectations, she just seethed with a humiliated expression.
It seemed she was imagining it. The scene of a plug inserted into her shameful place, while below it, she accepts my member.
Her, wearing the cat ear headband from last time, along with a tail plug, taking me from behind in doggy style...
Just picturing her moaning and covered in a cold sweat makes my lower body instantly hard.
I’ll have to use it for real soon.