Chapter 387: A Bold Counterattack
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 387: A Bold Counterattack
“What were you up to? Did you stop by the beach?”
Miyuki brought a piece of cake to her mouth with a small fork.
I wiped a smudge of whipped cream from the corner of her lips with my thumb and answered.
“Yeah.”
“Did you go for a swim?”
Miyuki, accepting the skinship as if it were nothing, paused mid-conversation with me.
It was because the vice class president was staring at us with narrowed eyes.
The sight must have really bothered her. If you’re so jealous, why don’t you try showing me some attention?
Then I’ll do all sorts of things with you and Miyuki.
Come to think of it, isn't it the classic pattern in NTR and conditioning stories for the class president to fall prey to the delinquent first, and then for the vice president to be brought into the harem?
Just imagining it made the blood rush to my groin.
“So, did you swim?”
Miyuki had cut a piece of cake and placed it in a small bowl for me. I picked up my fork and answered her question.
“Yeah, I did.”
“How was it?”
“It was alright. The water temperature was perfect.”
“Really? Should the four of us go for a bit after we finish our cake? Or would it be a hassle for you to shower again, Matsuda-kun?”
“I don’t mind.”
“Then let’s change and meet in the lobby.”
“Got it.”
After finishing our dessert with the three of them in that cheerful atmosphere, I walked through the lobby with my arms wrapped around Miyuki from behind.
With the tips of my feet pressed right against her heels, we took stiff, deliberate steps, one by one, like we were in a three-legged race.
Listening to Miyuki’s playful scolding as she giggled and told me to place my feet properly, I saw her off at the elevator.
Afterward, I was on my way to the hotel’s convenience store to buy some snacks, including jelly, when I spotted a face I’d rather not have seen.
It was none other than Tetsuya.
I’d sworn to avoid getting involved with him, so why was he in my line of sight?
Could this be a sign from God, telling me to get rid of Tetsuya quickly?
He was trying not to show it, but it was obvious his expression was rotten.
It seemed he had seen me hugging Miyuki, playfully pressing my hands into her stomach, and the two of us walking to the elevator, stuck to each other like glue.
I gave him a slight nod as a greeting and asked.
“What are you doing here? Looking for someone?”
“...No.”
“Did you have fun at the beach?”
“Yeah. I should get going. My friends are waiting.”
“Alright? Have fun.”
“.....”
The guy who would usually answer back even when he was annoyed just ignored me and left the hotel.
His voice was considerably subdued, too.
He looks like he’s about to explode... but I have more important things to deal with than you right now, so go ahead and do whatever you want.
Just hurry up so I can take care of it.
After buying snacks and returning to my room, I took a shower, grabbing the swim trunks I had only rinsed off earlier and a gown for Miyuki to wear in case she got cold.
When I returned to the lobby, I saw the three of them dressed in comfortable clothes.
No one’s in a swimsuit?
Feeling a strange sense of disappointment, I licked my lips and left the hotel with the three of them.
* * *
When we arrived at the beach and laid out the mat, I thought the three of them were just going to have some very wholesome fun in the water.
But I was mistaken.
The moment the vice president and Bread Girl stepped into the ocean, the situation devolved from a wholesome romantic comedy into something like an event CG from an adult game.
It was because of their clothes, which grew wetter the more they played in the water.
As the white T-shirts they were wearing got soaked with seawater, their skin began to show through. Not only could I see the color of their underwear, but the curved lines of their waists were on full display.
The vice president, contrary to her typical model-student face, had a very aggressive body.
And she was wearing sexy underwear with straps that crossed in an X over her upper chest.
Such a bold bra... Did she suddenly have a sexual awakening?
It makes me want to be the one to teach her.
Also, surprisingly... Bread Girl’s figure was incredible.
Her chest was a little small, but her hips flared out sharply on both sides, and her waist was so slender that I imagined the visual pleasure of taking her in doggy-style would be immense.
The thought of hearing Bread Girl’s little coughs with every thrust made my head spin.
Lately, just looking at Bread Girl makes my desires surge. As I’ve thought before, I should seriously consider extending my reach to her after I’ve achieved my dream of a harem.
Then again, maybe I’m just having such lewd thoughts that the scene in front of me looks like a CG from an adult game.
Shaking my head from side to side to clear my thoughts, I looked at Miyuki nibbling on a pineapple skewer and opened my mouth.
“Let me have a bite.”
“Didn’t you say no because you have to eat dinner later?”
“One piece is fine.”
“Piggy.”
“Piggy?”
“You’re a piggy.”
A smile formed on Miyuki’s lips as she teased me with a voice full of affection.
Her aegyo is on another level today.
She’s so lovely. I shouldn’t try to counterattack just to ‘win’ in a situation like this.
Taking a piece of pineapple from the skewer she offered, I savored the sweet and sour taste that burst with juice and asked.
“You’re not going in the water?”
“I’ll go in a little later.”
Thinking back on it, what happened at the beach that day was incredibly dangerous.
It was a shitty-game-like event where things could have gone terribly wrong.
Miyuki had said she was fine, but I was worried her trauma might resurface. It was a relief to hear her voice sound so bright.
In any case, the atmosphere was truly peaceful.
The gentle waves, the young students burying themselves in the sand, and the families splashing in the water...
Just watching made me feel languid.
It would have been perfect if not for the squawking seagulls.
I hope tomorrow flows with this same gentle current.
As I was relaxing in the shade of the parasol with that wish in mind, Miyuki spoke.
“I’m going in now. You’ll come with me, right?”
She placed small stones on the corners of the mat to keep it from blowing away. I nodded.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
Miyuki stood up first and held out her hand to me.
An invitation to take it. I let out a small chuckle at her cute gesture, intertwined my fingers with hers, and slowly walked to the sea, dipping my feet into the water.
“Is it cold?”
“Nope. It’s just right, like you said, Matsuda-kun.”
Splash-!
With that, Miyuki gently kicked her foot, splashing water onto my legs.
Hiyori did the same thing. They’re so alike.
I’m certain they’d become great friends if they didn’t always growl at each other.
“Yeah. But doesn’t this remind you of the old days?”
“What old days?”
“The day you came on a trip with my family.”
“I’ve been thinking about that since we arrived.”
“Really? Then why didn’t you ask me about it?”
“Something bad happened. I didn’t feel the need to bring it up.”
“Only good things happened, though?”
She must be talking about the memories we made together.
Being saved by me, getting on the boat and spitting up all the seawater she’d swallowed, me dodging it...
Being admitted to the hospital, realizing I wasn't there and nagging me to come quickly, talking alone together, telling me to save the first picture we ever took...
No matter how much time passes, I’ll never forget the things that happened with Miyuki.
I’m sure it’s the same for her.
As I reminisced about my memories with Miyuki, I swished my feet, starting to pile sand soaked with seawater onto her cute soles.
Of course, the sand washed away immediately, but my real goal was to initiate some subtle skinship with her.
At first, my foot was moving large amounts of sand, but eventually, it was just caressing the top of her foot...
As time passed, Miyuki and I slowly turned until we were facing each other.
Our foreheads naturally coming to rest against each other was a bonus.
“Miyuki! Matsuda-kun! Come over here!”
The vice president called out to us from where the water came up to her mid-calves.
Hearing her bright voice, I looked at Miyuki, asking for her opinion with my eyes.
When Miyuki gave me a look that said she was okay, I pressed my lips firmly against her forehead before heading toward the vice president and Bread Girl.
* * *
After spending a wholesome—but internally lecherous—time at the beach, I returned to the hotel as evening fell.
Miyuki kept rubbing her stomach, apparently hungry.
As she was checking which floor the restaurant was on, I was about to suggest that she eat with Hiyori.
“Huh?”
Miyuki’s eyes went wide as she let out a short gasp. Then, she suddenly pressed both hands against my cheeks.
I flinched at the unexpected action and was about to ask what she was doing when she pushed her lips against mine.
It was a sudden, completely out-of-the-blue expression of affection, with no buildup whatsoever.
I was incredibly flustered, but my instincts were savoring the plump, soft sensation on my lips and the fragrant plum scent that drifted into my nose.
It wasn’t a deep kiss with tongues involved, but for Miyuki to initiate it, it was bold enough.
I stood still through her actions. When she pulled away with a satisfied look on her face, I asked with a bewildered expression.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“Why so sudden?”
“Just because.”
A faint smile touched Miyuki’s lips as she played innocent.
It looked like a smile of someone drunk on victory... What on earth is she up to?
As I pondered her intentions, my eyes followed her gaze, which was fixed on the elevator leading to the guest rooms. I couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh.
Hiyori was standing there, watching us.
Now I understood why Miyuki had suddenly kissed me.
She was showing Hiyori our relationship, warning her not to make a move.
The method was absurd, but it also felt fresh.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing...?”
Hiyori approached, a deep scowl on her face.
The end of her sentence trailed upwards, making her look exactly like a jealous young girl.
Miyuki, on the other hand, had a nonchalant expression, as if asking what the problem was.
She even shrugged, as if to provoke Hiyori.
“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” she asked leisurely as Hiyori strode toward us on her long legs.
Last time, at my house, Hiyori landed a blow on Miyuki. This time, it’s Miyuki’s turn to throw a punch at Hiyori.
Looking dumbfounded, Hiyori let out a sharp breath and crossed her arms.
“How can you do something so shameless in front of so many people?”
“There’s hardly anyone around. And what’s wrong with doing... that with my boyfriend?”
“Senpai, you’re on the student council. You should be a role model for others.”
“That means being a role model in other ways. Like your attitude in class...”
“Doesn’t that include acts of public indecency? It does, right? This is grounds for demerit points, you know?”
Hiyori’s conservative side was coming out in full force.
Did she learn that from me? I felt a strange sense of pride.
But the content of their argument was... pathetically trivial, in a good way.
This didn’t just apply to Hiyori; it included Miyuki, too.
Hiyori, with nothing else to argue, was trying to use the school rules against Miyuki, a student council member. And Miyuki, too embarrassed to say the word ‘kiss,’ was referring to it as ‘that’...
On the surface, it looked intimidating, but in reality, it was such a timid squabble that it almost made me laugh.
Anyway, I knew Hiyori was bold, but I never expected this kind of reaction.
It feels like the prologue is finally over and the main event is beginning.
It’s bewildering, but I see this as an opportunity.
I should try to guide this toward us all having dinner together.