Chapter 344: A Date Without Peaches #3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 344: A Date Without Peaches #3
Chinami stood in a rigid, at-ease posture, like a prisoner entering a penitentiary for inspection.
The fact that a man was in her room seemed to be making her tremble uncontrollably.
It felt incredibly strange, with the roles of host and guest completely reversed.
“Master.”
“Myak!?”
I just called her name. There was no need to freak out like that.
At this rate, I was worried Momoka would hear Chinami’s scream from outside and come running.
“D-Did you call for me...?”
“Yes. It’s a bit uncomfortable for me if you just stand there. Could you come sit here with me?”
“Ah, of course...!”
Nodding as if she’d made a great resolution, Chinami approached with stiff steps and perched on the edge of the bed.
Seeing her, I thought she looked like a suspect under interrogation, and I spoke.
“Why are you so nervous?”
“Ahem...! Well, that’s because...”
Just as Chinami hesitated, unable to answer easily, a knock came from the door.
Chinami shot up and opened it to find Momoka holding out a dish as wide as a tray.
“You two can snack on this for now.”
“Okay.”
After handing the dish to Chinami, Momoka waved at me, who was sitting quietly on the bed, and gently closed the door.
For some reason, I really like Momoka.
I know I shouldn't, but my desire to pursue her is stronger than my desire for Midori, making it hard to control myself.
I don’t know why. I can’t think of a reason.
Perhaps it’s because her way of speaking and acting is so refreshing that she reminds me of Chinami.
Not just her speech, but her appearance too—they feel less like mother and daughter and more like sisters, or even fraternal twins born on the same day.
Wouldn't it be a crime not to try and win over someone like that?
No. I have to hold back.
Let’s not become corrupted. I should at least have that much mental fortitude.
Shaking off the wicked thoughts, I looked at the dish Chinami had brought over.
It was piled high with peaches, like a mountain. I was glad they were absent during our date... but it seems I can’t avoid them when I’m spending time with Chinami.
“Well then... shall we eat together?”
Chinami asked, creating a space between us and placing the dish on the bed.
I smiled pleasantly and replied.
“Yes, let’s.”
“You first...”
“You first, Master.”
“It’s only right that you go first, Junior...”
“It seems our opinions won’t align easily. Shall we eat at the same time?”
“Ah, what a good idea...! Let’s do that.”
Clapping her hands in delight, Chinami picked up a fork, pierced the center of a peach slice, and offered it to me.
Just as I took it and we were about to bring the forks to our mouths in unison,
Vrrr—!
The cute little phone on Chinami’s desk started vibrating.
“Myah!?”
Startled in the middle of eating her peach, Chinami quickly grabbed her phone.
“It’s a call from Renka...?”
What coincidental timing.
Or maybe it’s not that coincidental?
When I told her it was okay to answer, she excused herself to me and pressed the call button.
“Ah, hello, Friend... Yes. I’m home. No? I’m with my junior, so I’m not bor—Hoek!?”
She stopped mid-sentence and pulled the phone far away from her ear.
It was obvious what was happening.
The moment she said she was with me, Renka must have freaked out and screamed.
“Ahem...!”
It was funny watching her clear her throat in embarrassment before focusing on the call again.
After whispering back and forth with Renka for a bit, she suddenly called out to me.
“U-Uhm... Junior.”
“Yes?”
“My friend would like to speak with you...?”
“Really? Alright.”
I took the phone Chinami handed me and spoke.
“Yeah, Captain.”
—Hey! What are you doing there?
“Am I not allowed to be here?”
—Of course not...! How dare you be at Chinami’s house...! Get out right now! Get the hell out of there...!
Renka’s reaction made it feel like I was stealing Chinami from her.
But why is that kind of a turn-on? My libido has been flaring up at all hours lately. I think I really need to see a doctor.
“I don’t want to.”
—Get out! And then just drop dead!
She was spouting lines straight out of a tsundere character from a shoujo manga.
Realizing it was pointless to argue with the furious Renka, I ignored her words and held the phone slightly away from my ear.
“I’m done. Should I hang up?”
“Ah, did my friend say she was hanging up?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then you shouldn’t hang up. Give it here. Hello, I’m back on the phone. What? Blackmail...? No...? I invited him... Ah... that’s absolutely not true.”
Chinami’s flustered voice came through as she took the phone back.
It seemed Renka was busy bad-mouthing me.
“Yes, yes...? That... That’s impossible...!”
After a short call with Renka, Chinami ended it with a polite goodbye and pressed the end-call button.
Then, she started eating her peach, sneaking glances at me.
“What did the captain say?”
I scooted closer to her. At my question, Chinami flinched and avoided my gaze.
“I, I can’t possibly tell you...”
“Why not? I want to know.”
“Uhm... well...”
Chinami hesitated.
She must have heard something bad from Renka.
I pressed her as she fidgeted, unsure of what to do.
“Tell me.”
With a cute little sigh, Chinami relayed Renka’s words in a voice smaller than an ant’s.
“If... if you do anything suspicious...”
“Yes?”
“She told me to kick you in the crotch...”
I knew she’d say something like that.
It wasn’t too severe, but she did insult her master. I can’t just let that slide, can I?
I’ll have to punish her by cumming inside her one more time.
* * *
Chinami was so out of it during dinner that she probably couldn’t tell if the food was going into her mouth or her nose.
She seemed to be feeling an immense sense of shame just from having invited a man over.
Because of that, the dinner conversation was mostly between Momoka and me.
“Matsuda-kun, do you like stir-fried burdock root?”
“I eat it often.”
“How about pollock roe rolled omelet?”
“I like it.”
“What about this? Is it to your liking?”
Momoka pointed to something made with peaches and tofu.
A brown liquid was drizzled over the white surface of the tofu and the yellowish flesh of the peach. When I tried it, a sweet and salty taste filled my mouth. It was probably... some kind of salad.
“It’s very delicious.”
In truth, the taste was so unfamiliar that I had no desire to eat it a second time.
“That’s a relief. By any chance, do you like curry?”
“I do.”
“Then should I make you peach curry next time?”
Peach what?
The words almost escaped my throat but I held them back.
Is peach curry a thing? I’ve seen curries with fruit in them, but I’ve never heard of one with peaches.
“Yes... I’ll look forward to it.”
“Fufu... alright. Chinami, have you lost your appetite?”
Momoka asked, turning to Chinami, who was just picking at her food with her chopsticks.
Chinami flinched, then scooped up a large spoonful of rice and brought it to her mouth.
“No...! I’m enjoying it very, very much.”
In an atmosphere where Chinami seemed more like the guest, we somehow finished our meal.
Afterward, I stayed in Chinami’s room, chatting with her until quite late before leaving.
“Get home safe, and please come again.”
As Momoka bowed her head to see me off, the round collar of her cotton t-shirt sagged downward due to gravity...
Inside, I could see a pink bra and a chest about the same size as Chinami’s... a chest that looked like it would bring happiness to the touch.
Thinking she seemed even less guarded than Chinami, I bowed my head in return and headed to the park’s public parking lot with Chinami.
“Well then... goodbye...”
Chinami said her farewell, her hands holding mine tightly in front of the car.
Her words said goodbye, but her body was expressing how much she didn’t want to part. It was incredibly cute.
“Get in. I’ll drive you to your building’s entrance.”
“What? It’s right there.”
“It’s late, it’s dangerous.”
“Is that...? Aha...! I see...!”
Chinami’s face lit up as she understood the hidden meaning—that I wanted to be with her longer.
I chuckled, and we spent some blush-inducing time together in the car before I dropped her off and returned home.
A cool breeze was blowing, and the weather was so nice it felt like a waste to just go straight home.
With that thought, I called Renka.
—Hey! #&@&($%$@&!
Renka answered before the second ring and immediately erupted in fury.
Her voice was so distorted I couldn’t understand what she was saying.
It was obviously a stream of curses, though.
To have a voice that could break through the technology of modern phones... it seemed my visit to Chinami’s house had not only surprised her but also made her incredibly anxious.
Holding the phone a little away from my ear, I waited for the shrieking to die down before I spoke.
“Are you yelling at me right now?”
—...No.
“What do you mean, no? Are you kidding me? Is me going to Master’s house something I deserve to be persecuted for? Where are you right now?”
—W-Why are you asking? Don’t even dream of coming to find me...!”
“Then apologize.”
—What do you want me to apologize for...!”
“For cursing at me and yelling at me.”
—A-Are you some kind of angsty middle schooler?
“Then are you a four-year-old kid, Captain? Getting jealous just because I went to Master’s house?”
—What... Who said anything about being jealous!! That wasn’t jealousy, it was...
“Whatever. Just hurry up and apologize. Then I’ll let this one slide.”
—First, tell me if anything... happened...
“Master’s mother was there, so nothing major happened.”
—That means something major would have happened if her mother wasn’t there...!
“If you’re going to argue like that, this will never end. Now it’s your turn to apologize, right?”
—.....
Pride versus fear of the future.
I could almost see the two emotions waging a fierce battle in Renka’s mind.
—...I’m sorry...
In the end, fear won out, and her wounded pride was evident in her voice.
I stifled a laugh and said.
“Again. Politely.”
—You didn’t say I had to apologize politely...!
“I was very hurt when you lost your temper for such a ridiculous reason earlier. I need a more polite apology.”
—Bullshit...
“Don’t make me angry. Hurry up.”
I cut Renka off as she was about to unleash a string of curses. She let out a strange noise, venting her frustration.
And a moment later,
—...orry...
A tiny voice, almost inaudible, came from the other side of the phone.
“What was that?”
—...I’m sorry.
I wasn’t expecting her to use formal speech. As expected, our Renka really knows how to turn a guy on.
“Be careful from now on.”
—.....
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
—F-Fine...
Mhm. Acting so obediently suddenly made me want to see her.
Should I go meet her? Yes, I should.