Chapter 339: Coercive Education Record
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 339: Coercive Education Record
“We’re here.”
“.....”
Miyuki didn’t wake up, even after I parked the car.
She looked so pretty, fast asleep with her mouth slightly open.
I wondered what to do, but since we still had plenty of time, I decided to wait for her to wake up on her own.
I left the engine running and raised the AC by a couple of degrees. Miyuki turned onto her side.
She pulled the blanket she was under up higher, trying to sink deeper into sleep. It made me want to bite her.
I thought she’d be out for a while, but she surprisingly opened her eyes a short time later.
Still under the blanket, she looked around with drowsy, heavy eyes, trying to figure out where she was.
“Are we here...?” she asked.
“Go back to sleep. We have plenty of time.”
“No... I have to get up now so I don't fall asleep in class...”
She was determined to focus on her classes, no matter what.
So like Miyuki, I thought, slipping my hand under the blanket and fiddling with her arm.
Her skin was soft, maybe because she’d just woken up.
She gazed at me as I kneaded her warm arm, her chin tilting up slightly.
Seizing the opportunity, I quickly reached out and scratched under her chin, like I was petting a puppy.
Miyuki closed her eyes and let out a long exhale through her nose.
She looked so lovely, seeming to enjoy my touch.
As I was thinking that, Miyuki suddenly shoved her face into my armpit, making me let out a dry laugh.
“What are you doing?”
“Be quiet. Idiot.”
Her firm voice silenced me, and I heard her take a sharp breath.
Does she like my scent that much?
Renka and Chinami like it, but not enough to bury their faces in it like Miyuki...
“There...”
While I was lost in thought, Miyuki, having gotten her fill of my scent, flashed a satisfied smile and opened the passenger door.
Looks like she’s all charged up.
I smirked, turned off the engine, and headed to the classroom with Miyuki.
Thud.
As I placed my textbook on my desk, Bread Girl, who was munching on bread in front of me, coughed.
I swaggered over to my seat and gestured to her with my chin.
“Hey.”
“Cough.”
“Why are you always eating bread?”
“Gasp...! Sorry... D-do you want one...?”
I think this is the first time in a long while I’ve heard Bread Girl say something that wasn’t a cough.
“No.”
“Oh... Cough!”
If I told her to stop eating bread, would she get angry? Or would she just nod her head timidly like she was now?
Somehow, I felt like she’d do the latter, but then plot some terrifying revenge.
Shaking off the useless thought, I smoothed down the stray strands of hair sticking out of Miyuki’s head. She was still rubbing her eyes, unable to shake off her sleepiness.
She accepted my touch without a word, her head tilted slightly as she stared blankly ahead.
I liked this version of Miyuki, too, completely drained from exhaustion.
“Miyuki, you don’t look so good today.”
Just as we were having a sweet moment, Tetsuya came into the classroom and abruptly interrupted us.
I was wondering why he’d been so quiet lately. Looks like he’s finally starting to rev his engine.
Maybe starting boxing has given him a little confidence.
“Hey, Tetsuya-kun...”
Miyuki gave a weak wave, and Tetsuya looked at her with concern.
“Did you get back late from the countryside yesterday?”
“Yeah... early in the morning.”
“That must’ve been tough. Here, drink this.”
With that, Tetsuya handed Miyuki a slender glass bottle.
It was a vitamin drink.
He’s finally acting like a proper, kind protagonist for once.
I guess I can say he’s really improved now.
“Thanks.”
Miyuki thanked him with a bright smile and struggled to open the cap. When she couldn’t get it, she handed the bottle to me.
She wanted me to open it for her.
I took it from her naturally, watching as Tetsuya’s face, now back at his seat, twisted in frustration. I let out a silent, incredulous laugh.
Miyuki had unintentionally pissed Tetsuya off.
Why does that guy go out of his way to get NTR’d?
No, this isn’t technically Netorare, but maybe his tastes lean that way?
If so, I’d like to ask him if he’s into stuff like MTR.
He looks like he’s about to blow a fuse. His body’s gotten better, and he’s got some boxing experience now...
I bet he’ll try to pick a fight with me soon.
* * *
After lunch, I saw Miyuki off to handle her student council duties. Wondering what to do, I sent a message to Renka.
Through the AniShare app, of course.
[Where are you?]
[I told you not to message me on this, you crazy bastard.]
[Where are you.]
[The lounge.]
[Kendo club?]
[Yeah.]
[What are you doing there?]
[Why do you need to know?]
Mm-hmm. Yep. My Renka never listens when you ask nicely.
Time to go punish her.
I arrived at the kendo club room and knocked on the coach’s office.
No response. He must be out.
Well, that’s probably why Renka’s here.
Without hesitation, I went to the girls’ lounge and opened the door. Renka was lying on her side, reading a comic on her phone.
She ignored me even though I’d made plenty of noise, her eyes glued to the screen.
She’s so carefree. Isn’t she worried about her future, as a third-year?
Then again, she might have gotten a scholarship offer like Yamazaki did.
“Were you resting?”
“Stop bothering me and get lost.”
Her reaction was exactly as I’d expected.
Chuckling, I stepped into the lounge.
“You know saying that just makes me want to bother you more, right?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. And this is the girls’ lounge. A guy like you isn’t allowed in here.”
“I’ve come in a few times while cleaning.”
“Don’t lie. Chinami is in charge of cleaning the girls’ lounge, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?”
“Besides, we did it in here last time, too.”
At that, Renka’s head snapped toward me.
Her face screamed, Why are you bringing that up now? and her eyes held a resentful glare.
I lay down next to the blushing Renka and started fiddling with her legs, which were covered by her uniform skirt.
“Ugh... You’re asking for it...”
Renka swatted my arm away with her hand as if shooing an annoying fly.
Ignoring it, I wrapped my arm around Renka’s slender waist and peeked at her phone screen.
“What were you reading?”
“....None of your business.”
“A training story?”
“What training story?! Seriously, stop saying such disgusting things...!”
She snapped, but she must be reading a manga with a hint of that fetish, huh?
It’s funny how she’s getting defensive for no reason.
“But why did you answer like that?”
“What...!”
“I asked what you were doing in the lounge, and you said, ‘Why do you need to know?’”
“....I-it’s a lounge, so obviously I’m resting...! It’s your fault for asking something so stupid...”
The constantly snappy Renka’s long legs, sturdy thighs, and hips stood out.
Behind them was her round, plump ass, which I poked with my finger.
“Eek!?”
A yelp escaped her at the same time.
Renka’s moans have gotten pretty bizarre lately. I’m glad she seems to be finding her own identity when we have sex.
The spot I poked pushed back with a springy sensation.
It felt amazing. Is she working out separately?
Her body is brimming with perverted potential. Her high-set hips, too... It’s absurd to think I’ve only ever enjoyed this body in the missionary position.
As I slid my hand toward the waistline of Renka, who had dropped her phone, I could feel her iliac crest.
Another one of Renka’s charms. It’s much more defined and prominent than Miyuki’s or Chinami’s, making it incredibly satisfying to touch.
“Goddammit...!”
Did she feel like her body was being violated?
Renka’s voice turned harsh.
It wasn’t real anger, more like a final struggle, a refusal to submit meekly.
In other words, it was just Renka being Renka, so I continued to grope her legs without a care.
“Why are you bothering me...?! Get out so I can rest...!”
She tried to evade my touch by crossing her legs, but it didn’t stop me at all.
If she really wanted to stop me, she would have used her hands.
Ignoring her non-protest protest, I kept touching her body until she let out a deep sigh and turned her eyes back to her phone as if giving up.
Then she asked quietly.
“So... are you getting along with Asahina?”
What was her intention, asking if I was getting along with Hiyori, who I’d just seen yesterday?
She’s obviously asking if we did that, right?
Or maybe if we were planning to.
“We’re getting along just fine.”
“You are such a...!”
Renka started to say something but then clamped her mouth shut.
She’s annoyed that I’m about to fool around with my dick wherever I please, but it looks like she’s holding her tongue because of her own position.
“You piece of trash... I really want to punch you one...”
A sudden thought occurred to me. Does Renka’s mother have a tsundere streak like her?
Probably not, but somehow, I think it would suit her.
I’ve met Chinami’s mother, so it’s only right that I meet Renka’s next.
As I imagined the two mature women kneeling before me, exuding scents of blueberry and peach as they serviced me with their tongues, I gently lifted Renka’s skirt and unzipped my pants.
Then, I pressed my groin tightly against her rear.
“Nnghk!”
Renka, who had been cursing me in a barely audible voice, jolted violently.
Her vocal cords trembled as if she’d felt the touch of my penis, separated only by a thin layer of panties.
“Wh-what are you doing...”
“Just this and that.”
“Are you crazy...? Don’t...!”
“Shut up.”
I let out a breath thick with excitement, my voice low and heavy. A gulping sound came from Renka’s throat.
“You... If you try anything weird right now, I’ll kill you...”
She always tries to scare me with these empty threats right before we have sex. Today, I need to be more forceful.
With that thought, I shoved a hand between her tightly closed legs and reached my other hand up to her neck.
Then I groped her breast roughly.
“Ah, that hurts...!! Stop...!!”
Just as Renka’s voice grew louder, I moved my hand up to cover her mouth. Sensing things were getting serious, she began to struggle with her whole body, so I pushed her panties aside.
“Mmph...!! Hmph!!”