Chapter 361: Building Stamina for the Future #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 361: Building Stamina for the Future #2
Club activities had just ended.
On my way to the building with the student council room to meet Miyuki, I exchanged messages with Hiyori.
[You done with club activities?]
[Yep. But senpai, are we going to the gym? With a day pass?]
[Nope.]
[Okay, then I'll go home and grab my workout clothes first.]
[You could just wear your gym uniform, you know?]
[What's Hanazawa-senpai's shoe size?]
[A 24, I think? Why?]
[I was going to borrow hers if we were the same size. But we're not. I'm a 23, so it'd be uncomfortable.]
Borrow Miyuki's stuff?
After that psychological battle of wills we had in the car... isn't she being a little too shameless?
No, wait. By being so forward, she could make Miyuki look like the weird one if she refused.
That sounds exactly like something Hiyori would do.
[So you're going home?]
[Yeah. I'll walk home with Miho, then stop by my place to change and head over.]
Hiyori seemed unusually motivated.
Was she really planning to work hard?
Probably not... but it's nice to be able to do something together.
[Alright, do that. Wear running shoes. If you don't have any, wear something with good cushioning.]
[Are we warming up with a run first?]
From the way she was talking, she probably thought it would be a light jog... but that's not what I had in mind.
Considering how she ran away from Miyuki that one time, she has some athletic ability, but she hasn't exercised in so long that I can't push her too hard.
Running? Forget it... you're starting with race walking, no exceptions.
[Yeah.]
[Okay. But can't we meet here? Do I really have to go to your house, senpai?]
[My house is closer than yours.]
[I don't think so~?]
[Stop trying to find weird excuses and just listen to me.]
[Old man.]
She didn't even bother adding the "dae" anymore.
I've thought this before, but I'm storing up all this bad karma in my heart, little by little.
[You're dead.]
[Kidding. I'll text you when I'm heading out. See you later.]
After ending my conversation with Hiyori, I approached Miyuki, who was saying goodbye to a student council senior and some of her classmates from a distance.
“Great work today, everyone. Huh? Matsuda-kun...! Over here...!”
Spotting me as I approached, Miyuki raised both hands above her head and waved them wildly.
Dating isn't against school rules. Still, it was strange to see Miyuki, who'd been so reluctant to reveal our relationship in the beginning, acting like this in front of student council members of all people.
Compared to the her of the past, her reaction made me feel how much things had changed.
“Hello.”
As I stood beside her and bowed to a few of the seniors, the student council president pushed up her glasses and gave me a gentle smile.
“Hi.”
Hmm... seeing her like this reminds me of the disciplinary committee hearing.
She did the exact same thing back then. What was I thinking at the time?
Was it that I wanted to smear semen on those glasses? I can't quite remember.
Seeing as I'm feeling that way now, I probably did.
“Well, we'll be going now!”
Miyuki bowed energetically one more time, then took my arm and led me toward the parking lot, asking about my day.
“Did club activities go well?”
“They did. But why are you so deferential?”
“What do you mean?”
“You act like you just joined the student council. It's been almost a year, aren't you being a little too polite?”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“But doesn't it feel like I haven't lost my beginner's spirit? Isn't that better?”
“Well, I like everything you do.”
“Then it's fine, right?”
“I guess so. Are you sleeping at your place tonight?”
“Yeah. I was at your place all weekend, Matsuda-kun... so I should probably go home today.”
“It seems like your mom and dad don't say much about you staying out overnight these days.”
“They nag less than they used to.”
Sounds like they still nag her.
In that case, maybe I should subtly invite Midori over?
The netorare cliché of a married woman succumbing to a massive cock... I don't want to miss out on that...
Seducing Kana first might be a good idea too.
The mother, caught in her two daughters' scheme and falling into corruption... not bad.
“Stop thinking weird thoughts and let's go.”
As if she'd read my mind, which was filled with lewdness, Miyuki chided me and linked her arm with mine.
The moment I felt the touch of her skin, my wicked thoughts were purified. If Miyuki had been born in the Middle Ages, I bet she would have had all the makings of a saintess.
* * *
Ding-dong-!
That evening, as I was watching TV after the sun had completely set, the cheerful chime of the doorbell shot through the living room, and I bolted upright.
“Matsumatsuken! You live here!?”
Her bright, clear voice followed from beyond the wall.
I went outside, slipped on my shoes, and answered.
“Hang on a second.”
“What? I can't hear you!”
“I said, hang on!”
“Okay!”
I walked along the stone path through the grass to the main gate, checked my clothes, and opened it.
At the same moment, Hiyori appeared, her hands cupping her cheeks.
I clicked my tongue at her gesture, which looked like she was making a grand 'Ta-da!' entrance.
“Whoa... your house is huge.”
I couldn't hide my shock as she scanned the inside of our property and let out a gasp of awe.
It was because of the workout clothes she was wearing.
“Wh-what...? You came dressed like that?”
Hiyori was wearing a form-fitting leggings set that revealed a sliver of her solar plexus and upper abdomen.
It wasn't so revealing that her entire stomach was exposed, but the leggings made it look even more suggestive.
It was obvious that other people wouldn't know where to look if they saw her in that.
The top, which emphasized her large breasts, was also a problem.
How much better would it have been if she'd worn a sports bra, a T-shirt, and shorts?
I guess she didn't even consider it since it would go against her fashion sense.
“Yep. I brought a windbreaker, too. I took it off before I got here 'cause it was hot.”
What was I supposed to do with her, showing me the oversized, knee-length windbreaker with a cheerful expression, as if to prove she'd worn it on the way over in case I said something?
So, since she can't fluster me with words, she's resorting to more daring actions.
This is a headache. A real headache.
“What is it?”
She asked innocently, watching me squeeze my eyes shut.
Dumbfounded, I was about to smack her ahoge, but I changed my mind and sighed.
“You're going to work out like that?”
“Yes.”
“I'll give you one of my T-shirts. Go change.”
“Oh, so I can come in?”
“Come in.”
“Is Miyuki here?”
“Miyuki went home.”
Hiyori tilted her head.
She seemed to have found a contradiction in what Miyuki had said when they were in the car together.
“I thought you two lived together?”
“There are days she goes back to her parents' house.”
“Is today one of those days?”
“That's right.”
“Then can I look around the house?”
“I don't mind, but don't forget why you're here.”
“I know. To work out. Well then, excuse me.”
Hiyori bowed shamelessly and promptly stepped inside the gate.
So Hiyori becomes the second guest to this place, a place that neither Renka nor Chinami has seen, only Miyuki.
I feel kind of bad. I should have those two over soon.
“There's no separate door, it's all just windows?”
Hiyori asked, having already made her way to the front of the house and looking around.
I walked up to her, figuring as much, and answered.
“Yeah. You coming in?”
“Later. When I shower after our workout.”
She's so good at leaving the door open for things.
Of course, that was my intention when I told her to come to my house.
When a guy and a girl are alone in a house, it can create a subtly suggestive atmosphere.
“How are you going to change?”
“Can't I just put the T-shirt on over this?”
“You want to wait here, then?”
“Yes. Who takes care of the flower bed?”
“Miyuki does.”
“I thought so.”
“Why'd you think that?”
“You're not exactly the meticulous type, senpai. Just dense.”
“Stop asking for a beating. Wait right here. Don't go anywhere.”
“Okay~”
As Hiyori stood with her hands behind her back, my eyes were drawn to her chest.
I wanted to pounce on her right then and there and grope that soft flesh, which couldn't be fully contained despite the highly elastic material.
Resisting the impulse, I came back out with a black, boxy T-shirt and tossed it over Hiyori's head.
“Hurry up and put it on. We're going to do laps around the neighborhood.”
Then, Hiyori started putting on the T-shirt and asked.
“Really? How many laps? Do we just need to run for about 10 to 20 minutes? And then do bodyweight exercises?”
She came with a pretty good idea of the routine.
Should I praise her for being prepared? Or tell her she's getting ahead of herself? I'm not sure.
“Today, we're just going to be doing laps around the neighborhood. We'll start with an hour and then I'll decide what's next based on how you're doing.”
“Just laps?”
“Yeah. We'll stick to race walking, but depending on the situation, we might have to move up to a jog.”
“Ah... that's unexpected, but it doesn't sound bad. It'll be fun to work out while we talk.”
Such naive thoughts.
She must think race walking is just... walking at a slightly faster pace than usual, huh?
She seems to be underestimating jogging, too. I can already tell she's going to be a mess of tears and snot by the end of today.
“Put your phone and everything in your windbreaker and give it to me. We're leaving it here.”
“Can't I take it with me?”
“Nope. Anyone else, maybe, but not you.”
“Why?”
“Because if you have your phone, you'll obviously get distracted.”
Hiyori grumbled at my words but obediently handed over her phone and windbreaker.
I carefully set them aside, put my shoes back on, and headed out the gate with Hiyori, who was filled with a subtle sense of anticipation.
For both Hiyori and me, stamina is essential if we want our relationship to be intense and long-lasting.
So, even if we only do this a few times a week, I'm going to have to teach her properly whenever we do.