Chapter 370: Please Just Listen to Me #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 370: Please Just Listen to Me #2
“Where’d Hanazawa-senpai go?”
“Home.”
“Why?”
“Her grandma’s visiting, so they’re eating out.”
“Oh... so that’s why you asked me to work out today?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Wasn’t it because you wanted to work out alone with me?”
“Dream on. Just start stretching.”
“Okay~”
Hiyori grinned and stretched her arms straight up, interlocking her fingers with her palms facing the sky.
As she stretched her back, the way her stomach was just barely visible was strangely alluring.
Did she feel my eyes on her stomach?
Hiyori raised one corner of her mouth and asked.
“Aren't you curious whether I got the piercing or not?”
“You didn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“You said you’d send a picture if you did. You didn’t, so you didn’t.”
“I didn’t send one because I wanted to show you in person.”
“You got it?”
“I diiid.”
So you went and did it despite my warning. You’re so dead.
Just as I was thinking that and about to bring my hand to her head, she gave a bashful smile and suddenly lifted her shirt, baring her midriff.
“What do you think?”
Startled, I looked at her waist.
A slender waistline, a vertically-oriented navel right in the middle, and just below it, a small, white... jewel-like cubic zirconia.
Feeling a sharp pain in the back of my neck, I was about to say something harsh to Hiyori when she grabbed the jewel with her fingers and pulled.
The piercing came off with surprising ease.
I was so dumbfounded by the illogical sight that my mouth fell slightly open. Hiyori giggled and said.
“It's not a real piercing. You just peel off the protective paper on the back and stick it on. Here, look.”
She handed the jewel to me.
Looking closely, I saw a slight protrusion on the back of the zirconia, and that part was adhesive, like a sticker.
I had no idea accessories like this even existed.
“Gonna hit me like last time? Planning to make a mess of me?”
Hearing Hiyori’s mischievous voice, I returned the jewel to her and replied.
“Whatever. Just don’t get caught.”
“By who?”
“The student council, who else?”
“They’ll never catch me as long as I don’t show my stomach.”
With that much confidence, she’s bound to get caught and receive demerits soon.
I had a feeling she’d get caught by Miyuki in particular and get a real earful.
“By the way, do I look like I’ve gained weight?”
Hiyori asked, still fiddling with the area below her stomach without pulling her shirt down.
I snorted at her needless worry as she looked down at her complete lack of fat.
“You haven’t.”
“No, I have. I think I’ve gained about two kilograms.”
“Okay.”
“What? Why would you say it like that?”
“You said you did, so I agreed with you. What’s the problem?”
“You did great~”
I could only let out a dry laugh as her glare instantly softened into a wide-eyed, innocent look.
This girl treats life like a joke. If I had a rolled-up newspaper or something, I would have smacked her butt like last time... What a shame.
“Get back to stretching.”
“My neck is stiff. Can you give me a massage?”
“All of a sudden?”
“I think I pulled a muscle sleeping on my desk today. I can’t work out like this.”
Letting out an exasperated sigh, I slowly approached Hiyori and placed my hand on the back of her neck.
Her slender neck fit in my hand.
As I began to knead the area, she tensed up like a turtle, shortening the distance between her neck and shoulders.
“That’s too hard...!”
“Massages are supposed to be firm.”
“There are gentle massages, too...!? A little softer, please.”
She asks for a lot.
I clicked my tongue and eased the pressure in my fingertips, and Hiyori’s shoulders returned to their normal position.
The more I massaged, the more I could feel the tension leaving her neck.
“Your hands are warm...”
Hiyori, who had been quietly entrusting her body to me, remarked out of the blue.
I traced the line of fine hairs on the back of her neck with my thumb and middle finger.
“Yours are cold. You should drink more things like cinnamon tea.”
“Why?”
“It warms up your body.”
“Is it bad to be cold?”
“It’s not good for you. Maybe you have bad blood circulation? We should probably extend our workout time today.”
“No way. It’s too tiring if I exercise too much.”
“You don’t get a choice in the matter.”
“I'm suddenly feeling drowsy. Can I take a nap on your futon?”
“No.”
“What about after the workout?”
“If you work hard without slacking off, I’ll think about it.”
“Really?”
A sharp smack! echoed from Hiyori’s neck.
Having been lightly slapped on the back of the neck by my palm, her cheerful expression turned to one of annoyance.
“Hey, why’d you hit me...!”
“I didn’t hit you. It was for your own good.”
“Like tough love?”
“Something like that.”
“They say people who justify corporal punishment are the worst.”
“Then don’t do things that deserve a smack.”
“When did I ever do anything to deserve it?”
“Alright. My bad. Let’s just work out now.”
“You’re not promising you won’t hit me again, are you?”
“The rod was always the best medicine for kids who don’t listen.”
“Aren’t I listening pretty well, though? Why are you so violent? And why does your apology feel so insincere?”
I closed my eyes and ignored Hiyori, who was whining playfully.
I tuned out her sharp voice as it began to drill into my ears. After chattering nonstop for a moment, she finally said in a pouting tone.
“Let’s work out now.”
“Good. Glad you came to your senses.”
“Will you feed me when we’re done?”
“I’ll decide after seeing how you do, so shut your mouth now.”
“But...”
I stopped Hiyori’s thick lips before she could say anything else.
I pressed my index and middle fingers against her upper lip and my thumb against her lower lip, pulling them slightly. Her eyebrows and eyes darted all over the place.
She was still fooling around, even now.
Seeing that, my prediction that Hiyori would be shy with me after we slept together seemed to be wrong.
She seems like the type who’d still be running her mouth even after her first time.
* * *
“Haa... I-I’m tired... You never said we were going jogging...!!”
Hearing Hiyori’s whining, I, who had been running ahead, turned around.
Her form was that of a runner, but her speed was slower than someone walking.
I let out a hollow laugh at the sight of Hiyori panting without a care for her pride, then walked over and offered her some water.
“Here.”
Hiyori slightly parted her lips and pressed the back of her tongue to her lower lip.
She wanted me to pour it for her... Her exhausted expression was filled with sensuality.
It was a little like she was panting right after we’d had sex, and blood rushed to my groin.
Feeling that, I did as Hiyori wanted and squeezed the water bottle into her mouth.
“You have the energy to shower?”
“Yep...”
“Then let’s call it a day here.”
“Okay...”
I thought she’d be used to exercising by now, but Hiyori’s legs were trembling.
It didn’t seem like she was deliberately acting pitiful, but since it was Hiyori, I couldn’t help but be suspicious.
After returning home with Hiyori, who left me wondering if she was faking it or not, I finished my shower in the small bathroom and waited for her.
It was quite a while before Hiyori came out of the bathroom.
She had a refreshed look on her face, as if she’d taken a cold shower after sweating buckets. Unlike last time, when she came out in her underwear, she had changed her clothes.
I guess she really did that just to provoke Miyuki.
In any case, her current outfit was also a bit revealing.
Shorts so short you could almost see the plump flesh under her butt, and a tight-fitting t-shirt through which you could faintly see her underwear...
I don’t know if those are her everyday clothes, but every time I see an outfit like that, I’m reminded of how bold she is.
The moment she came out, she opened the refrigerator as if she owned the place.
She casually took out a two-liter water bottle, poured some into a cup, and looked at me.
“What are you doing over there?”
“Watching TV.”
“Where’s the light switch?”
“Don’t turn it on. It’s more comfortable to watch in the dark.”
“You don’t have other ideas, do you?”
“What kind of ideas?”
“Naughty things.”
She’s got some nerve.
I should seriously consider showing her what real naughtiness is.
After drinking her water, Hiyori walked past me as I sat on the tatami and laid down on the thick, white futon that was neatly spread out.
She pulled the blanket over herself, buried the back of her head in the fluffy pillow, and let out a lazy yawn. Why did it make me want to tease her?
“Senpai.”
“What.”
“If I fall asleep, please make me dinner and wake me up.”
I guess that’s what it feels like to be so shameless.
I slightly raised my hand to lightly tap the mouth of the brazen Hiyori.
But Hiyori, realizing what I was about to do, stuck her tongue out slightly.
It was a challenge: Go on and hit me, if you don’t mind getting spit on your hand.
Hiyori must have expected me to be flustered, right?
But she was wrong.
When she’s practically begging for it like that, it’d be rude to pull my hand back.
With that thought, I savored the faint scent of lemon that began to waft from the tip of her nose and tapped her lips with my fingertips.
“Nngh! Eugh...!”
Every time my fingertips met her lips, Hiyori not only blinked but also jerked her head back, letting out a strange cry.
She must not have expected me to actually touch her; the bewildered look she gave me was quite a sight.
Her tongue was still sticking out.
It was as if my unexpected action made her completely forget to pull it back in.
I seriously considered going a step further and putting my fingers in her mouth, but instead, I yanked away the blanket covering her.
Then, I wiped my saliva-moistened fingertips on the hem of her shirt.
Flinch.
Was the sensation on her waist strangely thrilling?
Hiyori’s body jolted.
“Don’t mess with me.”
Seeing her reaction, I lowered my voice and gave her a playful warning. She flinched once more and pulled the blanket up over her head.
Seeing her ahoge standing straight up and swaying, even while damp, she must have been incredibly embarrassed. If she gets like this, why does she keep messing with me...?
Does she have some kind of weird fetish? If so, I think I can help with that.
Grinning, I lightly tapped her collarbone and spoke.
“Get up. We’re going out to eat.”
“.....”
At my words, Hiyori lowered the blanket just enough to reveal her eyes.
Seeing Hiyori’s bright red ears, I thought I was about to laugh out loud as I asked.
“You don’t have plans tomorrow morning, right?”
“W-Why are you asking...?”
“So you can rest well.”
“Ah...”
Seeing her obviously flustered expression, she must have been thinking of something else, huh?
Next time you ask a question like that, I’ll grant your wish and ask you to sleep with me.
Snickering to myself, I brought over a towel and draped it over the head of Hiyori, who was slowly sitting up.