Chapter 379: Lucky Pervert?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 379: Lucky Pervert?
Tuk, tuk.
Fiddling with the innocent kendo uniform hanging on the laundry line, Renka couldn't even look me in the eye as she freaked out over my plan.
"What...? Again...!?"
"What do you mean, 'again'? Anyone hearing you would think we do this all the time."
"I mean... wasn't once enough for you...? Is your head filled with nothing but lust?"
"Well, lust does make up a significant portion of it."
"I was so embarrassed I thought I was going to die when we went into that hotel with Chinami, and you want to do it again...? I can't...!"
"You can do it."
"I can't. I won't...!"
"I said you can do it."
"Screw you."
Renka flipped me the bird, scoffed, and walked out of the drying room.
Judging by her expression, it's not like she's completely against the idea.
I'm so proud to have such an excellent slave.
After a relatively uneventful club session, I headed toward the building with the student council room to wait for Miyuki.
On the way, I spotted Bread Girl in the distance, staring at the ground while munching on some bread.
Every time I see her, she's stuffing her face with something made of flour.
I wonder if she digests it all properly.
Happy to see her, I started to walk over, but then I noticed a male student behind her. He was walking backward with his phone to his ear, looking around his surroundings.
It seemed he was on the phone with someone, trying to find a building.
At this rate, I had a feeling they were about to collide.
I moved quickly, reached Bread Girl, and grabbed her arm, pulling her aside.
"Hehk!"
Bread Girl let out a strange gasp as her body was yanked to the side...
"Ah, I'm sorry."
The male student, having noticed our presence, apologized politely.
What a well-mannered kid. I'll let it slide.
"Kehek! Keck!"
The student looked on worriedly as Bread Girl coughed violently, as if she'd choked on her food.
I told him it was fine and that he could go, then turned to Bread Girl.
"You need to be more careful."
"Cough!"
"You okay?"
"Cough! Ah, y-yeah... Kehek!"
"You don't have bread stuck in your throat, do you?"
"Cough! Cough!"
Bread Girl shook her head frantically.
Does she have asthma or something? I'm worried she might actually die from that.
"You should go to a hospital or something. You're coughing way too hard."
"I... cough! a-already... keck! go to the hospital... regularly... Nothing's wrong..."
I think that was the longest sentence I'd ever heard from Bread Girl.
"Well, that's a relief. Where are you headed?"
"Cough."
"Home? You going alone? Want a ride?"
"Kehek!"
"You're going with the vice class president? Do you live in the same direction?"
"Cough."
"Got it. So where are you going now?"
"Um... Honoka... keck! She's waiting at the main gate..."
"Then you should get going. Be careful."
"Cough."
It was kind of funny seeing Bread Girl give a cough that seemed to carry a positive, thankful tone.
She really has a way of attracting people with niche tastes.
Sometimes, I imagine putting my dick in the timid Bread Girl's mouth and having her cough with it still in. The thought is a huge turn-on.
Isn't that her true charm?
As I watched Bread Girl walk away, lost in thought, someone poked me in the side. I turned my head.
It was Miyuki, her fists held up in front of her chest with her index fingers extended.
She met my eyes without a word and started poking me here and there.
Seeing her play around like this, she must be in a pretty good mood today.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm poking you because I like the kind Matsuda-kun."
"What's with the sudden compliment?"
"I saw you saving Masako from the window before I left."
"I didn't save her, I just pulled her."
"You pulled her with the intention of saving her, so it counts as saving her."
With that, Miyuki flattened one of her hands.
She stretched that arm straight up and placed her open palm just above my forehead. She was being particularly quirky today.
"What now?"
"Just checking your height. Seeing if you've grown."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yup. Doesn't look like it. You should drink more milk."
Something else got bigger, though, and I can make my own 'milk' without having to buy any...
But the mood is nice, so I should probably refrain from making such a primal, perverted comment.
Slipping my arms under the armpits of the high-spirited Miyuki, I wrapped them around her waist. I moved my hands up a little and gently caressed the area between the bottom of her breasts and her navel... her solar plexus.
Miyuki seemed surprised by the suggestive skinship, but her eyes soon half-lidded as she relaxed her body.
She seemed to be enjoying my touch.
I wonder if Hiyori, who seems to have entered 'serious mode' lately, would react the same way as Miyuki.
No, she'd definitely be flustered. Maybe even more so than Chinami or Renka.
Deciding I'd have to try it when I got the chance, I started walking, and Miyuki matched my pace.
Then, in a monotone voice, she said, "Let's study today."
"No."
"Why?"
"I paid attention in class, so I need a break."
"Looked like you were slacking off to me."
"That's just from your perspective."
"Is it?"
"It is. Let's just watch a movie for a change before we head home."
"Okay, sounds good."
* * *
"Matsumatsu!"
My morning starts with Hiyori calling my nickname...
I have a feeling today is going to be an eventful one.
I turned my head to see her approaching, stretching her long legs.
But her skirt was so short it only covered half her thighs.
What is she going to do if she gets caught...? She must want another lesson in modesty.
"Senpai, you come to the school store around this time a lot, don't you?"
"If I go after class, my break gets shorter."
"Ohh."
"Don't give me that 'I just learned something new' look. Anyway, why is your skirt so short?"
"It's hot."
"You're driving me crazy."
After I uttered a phrase packed with all sorts of meanings, Hiyori giggled and offered her own excuse.
"Honestly, our academy's uniform design is pretty bad. It's not breathable at all. I left an anonymous letter in the suggestion box, so until they fix it, I'm going to alternate."
"That sounds like you. Did you not get caught at the main gate?"
"It's fine, I came through a hole in the fence."
"And you put your spare skirt in your locker?"
"Yep."
"Then go change into it now."
"Don't wanna~"
"The dean of students and the student council patrol this area a lot. You'll get demerits if you're caught."
"Then I just won't get caught. By the way, Senpai, did you get your swimsuit ready?"
I wondered why she was suddenly bringing up swimsuits, but it was obviously about the school trip.
There was still some time left, but the fact that she kept bringing it up meant she was really looking forward to it.
"I'll just wear my trunks."
"Could you not just say the first thing that comes to mind, like 'I'm alive because I'm breathing'?"
"I'm saying that because there's nothing to prepare."
"What do you mean there's nothing to prepare? The school newsletter said we have to bring our own sunscreen, toiletries, underwear, and towels. And it's expensive to rent a mat there, so we should bring one... Plus, too much sun ages your skin, so a hat is a must..."
Hiyori, who never reads any school newsletters related to academics, is so thorough when it comes to things like this...
Watching her passionately argue her case, my thought wasn't that it was absurd, but that it was cute.
"Are you listening to me?"
"I'm listening. I'll prepare well."
"Good. The day before we leave, I'm going to inspect your packed bag."
"By who? You?"
"Yes."
"Shouldn't you be the one getting inspected by me? You're so clumsy."
"Then let's inspect each other's."
"Well... I guess we could do that. Are you going to the store?"
"Yep."
"Stop eating so much. All that exercise will go to waste with the yo-yo effect."
"Don't you think it's a bit much to nag me about my eating? Ah...! Wait a second..."
Hiyori, who had been grumbling, suddenly grabbed my wrist.
She then dragged me behind the building where no one was around.
The wall of the building and a small hill next to it.
Hiding in the small space between them, Hiyori peeked her head out and scanned the area around the school store.
"What are you doing?"
"The dean is here, I have to hide."
"You should call him the Dean of Students."
"I do, to his face."
"Well, that's a relief. Anyway, if you wanted to wear a short skirt, you should have at least waited until club activities. Are you going to hide like this every time a teacher comes by?"
"I told you I wore it because it's hot...! Stop nagging, you idiot."
That last comment from Hiyori... I really liked it.
Miyuki often calls me an idiot too, but hers isn't filled with the same affection. Hiyori's had a hint of unconscious aegyo, which was a huge turn-on.
Resisting the urge to bury my nose in the back of her head, I asked, "Is he gone yet?"
"Not yet. Eek...! I think he's coming this way...!"
Hiyori said in a panicked voice as she jerked her body back.
As a result, her butt pressed against my groin. I wasn't sure if I should call this a lucky Pervert moment or not.
Unintentionally pressed up against Hiyori, I backed down the narrow alley. When it looked like she was about to lose her balance, I reached out an arm.
Wrapping it around her slender waist, I breathed in the fresh lemon scent that tickled my nose and moved us to the corner at the end of the alley, out of the dean's sight.
Hiyori had been practically dragged to safety.
She let out a sigh of relief, showing no signs of embarrassment from our bodies being pressed together.
Given the circumstances, the feeling of relief seemed to be much stronger.
"This is why I told you to wear the long skirt. Why don't you listen?"
I chided her lightly and looked around.
It was a quiet, narrow place. Perfect for doing... that sort of thing.
Even our current posture was incredibly suggestive.
Hiyori was pressed against my side, and we were both staring at the wall in front of us, like a couple taking sticker photos...
I felt it was the perfect environment to finally make some of the progress I'd been putting off and gauge Hiyori's reaction.
Having made my decision, I gently stroked the area around Hiyori's solar plexus with my fingertips—more lightly than I had with Miyuki yesterday, as if it were an unconscious touch—just as she was about to check the alley we came from.
"Ah...!"
My touch was like stroking a cat's soft fur.
Feeling it, Hiyori's whole body tensed up, and her ears instantly began to turn red.
A reaction of pure embarrassment. But she didn't try to pull away.
I should act natural. It's much better to be bold about it than to act like some two-faced guy pretending it was a mistake.
Leaning my face in slightly over Hiyori's shoulder, I asked, "Calmed down a bit?"
"Huh...? Ah, yes..."
I could feel her body trembling, unsure of what to do.
I think this every time, but it's funny how she acts so forward despite having zero tolerance for this kind of thing.
She's going to have a lot more to be embarrassed about in the future, so I figured I should get her a little used to my touch. I went a step further and pressed firmly into her solar plexus once, as if giving a massage.
"Hah...!"
The moment a rather high-pitched sound—almost a moan—escaped Hiyori's lips, I pulled my hand away. She looked up at me with eyes glistening like a kitten soaked in the rain, and I gave her a grin.
"Let's go now."