Chapter 389: Oil and Water Do Mix
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 389: Oil and Water Do Mix
I could see the back of Miho, who was waiting for Hiyori to come out of the restroom.
Come to think of it, what kind of swimsuit would Miho wear to the beach?
Being a model student who doesn't seem to care about fashion, she'd probably wear a School Mizu, just like at the pool the other day.
"Mitsushima."
"Yes?"
"Here, drink this."
I held out a tumbler-like bottle of melon milk to Miho. She took it and bowed her head.
"Thank you. I'll enjoy it."
"You went through a lot today."
"A lot...? What do you mean?"
"It's nothing. Did you have fun at the beach today?"
"Yes. I played with Hiyori and our friends before we ate."
I sent her back to rest, and she went out again.
Looks like I'll have to keep Hiyori on a tighter leash.
If I leave her be, she's liable to wander off and disappear like a runaway puppy.
"I see. It's good to see you're having fun."
"It's less fun and more... a little difficult. The kids keep trying to stray..."
As the class president, she must be focused on managing the students.
Such an exemplary attitude. Miyuki would be very pleased.
As I was making awkward conversation with Miho, Hiyori came out of the restroom.
She glanced at me, scratching her nose with a slightly damp hand, and said something out of the blue.
"I'm sleepy."
"Then go and sleep."
"I will. Well then, I'm off."
Hiyori touched her fingertips to her forehead before flicking them away indifferently in a gesture resembling a salute.
After a farewell like a jaded veteran worn down by years of military service, she grabbed Miho's arm and started pulling her away.
"What are you doing...? Uh... ah, goodbye...!"
Listening to Miho's bewildered voice, I raised a hand and watched Hiyori walk away.
She was striding away with purpose. Was she in a hurry because she didn't want to see Miyuki, who was still in the convenience store?
Or was this some kind of silent protest directed at me?
Figuring it was likely both, I approached Miyuki as she came out of the convenience store, a bag in her hand.
"What'd you buy?"
"Jelly, snacks... a little of this and that. Where did Asahina and Mitsushima go?"
"They said they were heading back first."
"Really? But Matsuda-kun, didn't you buy a drink earlier?"
"I did. I gave it to Mitsushima."
"Oh, really? Mitsushima is so nice. She's the class president, isn't she?"
Unlike Hiyori, Miho's personality was similar to her own, so she must have taken a liking to her.
"She is."
"I should look into it a bit and recommend her for the student council. Let's go."
I slung an arm around Miyuki's shoulders, letting my arm hang down past her far shoulder.
Miyuki then brought her hand to mine, which was resting near her chest, and interlocked her fingers with mine.
Pleased by the natural intimacy of the gesture, I headed to my room with her.
I held the card key to the door lock, and it beeped open.
As we stepped inside, I saw my swim trunks hanging on the bathroom towel rack and wrapped my arms around Miyuki's waist just as she was about to nag me.
Then, I buried my face in her chest, startling her with the sudden show of affection.
"Wai... Matsuda-kun...! We were supposed to talk."
"We'll do it after this."
"No... first, like we promised at the restaurant..."
"I know."
"Don't just say you know, just hold still for a..."
"I said I get it."
"Matsuda-kun...! Stop...!"
Miyuki tried to push my head away, but she wasn't strong enough.
I pressed my lips against her chest and blew a puff of air, then pushed her trembling body onto the bed.
"What's gotten into you all of a sudden...! Don't tell me you're doing this because you don't want to talk... Heek...!"
A high-pitched moan escaped from Miyuki's lips as her already large eyes widened even more.
It was because I had lifted her knees, spread her legs wide, and thrust my hand between them.
Her toes curled instantly. I grabbed her thin ankles and said.
"Who said we wouldn't? I said we'll do it after this."
"Th-Then just a little... Let me take a shower first..."
"You can shower after, too."
"You can't just be so forceful... You didn't seem like you were planning this just a moment ago...!"
"Be quiet."
"Wait...! Just a second...!"
Why was Miyuki so damn arousing as she freaked out and tried to get away from me?
Lately, Miyuki had been the one to initiate things more often, and it had been a while since I'd taken the lead, so the situation itself felt fresh.
It felt like we had gone back to the early days of our relationship for the first time in a while.
Ignoring Miyuki, who kept telling me to wait, I climbed on top of her.
"First... how about we turn on the TV...?"
Miyuki suggested cautiously, her hands crossed over her chest.
I grabbed her wrists, pinned them to the bedsheets, and answered in a low voice.
"No."
"R-Really...? Then I don't want to... Besides, it's almost time for roll call..."
How could you say that with a face so full of anticipation?
It seemed Miyuki was secretly enjoying me acting this way.
"Just go back for a minute during roll call."
I spoke as if giving a notice, thinking I should enjoy this kind of dynamic more often, and brought my lips to the faint abs visible on either side of her navel.
Then, watching Miyuki's body flinch, I began to caress her.
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"Ahem... No problems here, right...?"
Miyuki asked formally, looking at me as I stood leaning crookedly against the doorframe with one arm.
I stared at her reddening face as she held her notebook and pen, then shook my head.
"Nope."
"Okay... that's a relief."
She was clearly aroused.
It was only natural, considering she'd been in the middle of enjoying herself right before roll call when she got a text from our homeroom teacher and had to rush out.
As proof, Miyuki's hair, usually neat and tidy, was a complete mess.
The light tint on her lips had long since been kissed away by me.
I gazed at Miyuki's bare, crimson lips. When she seemed to feel my stare and shyly looked away, I chuckled.
"Wh-What are you laughing at...? What's so funny...?"
Miyuki snapped, stuttering as she challenged me.
I shrugged nonchalantly and silently gestured with my eyes toward our classmates chatting at the entrance of the next room.
Lower your voice if you don't want them to find out what we were doing.
The blush on Miyuki's face deepened as she understood my meaning.
"...Your attitude is poor, Matsuda-kun... That's one demerit point."
She was trying to pull the same kind of stunt Hiyori had earlier.
A corner of my mouth lifted at the cute display.
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"It's my decision."
"Are you running a dictatorship just because you're the class president?"
"What are you talking about...! A-Anyway, don't leave the hotel from now on. You're allowed to go as far as the convenience store in the lobby, so keep that in mind."
"Why? Because you're planning to come back soon?"
At my words, Miyuki's head whipped around.
Seeing the classmates I mentioned still joking around, she let out a sigh of relief, shot me a pouting glare, and lowered her voice to a whisper.
"How could you say something like that...! What if they heard you...?"
"I said it quietly enough that they wouldn't."
"...Anyway, I'm telling you because it's an announcement, so don't even go out for fresh air. The teachers are on patrol, and you'll definitely get caught and receive demerit points."
"Is it because of the kids trying to sneak out for a night swim?"
"That's right."
"They're being strict."
"It can't be helped, it's dangerous. I have to go see the homeroom teacher for a bit after roll call, so why don't you use the free time to study, Matsuda-kun?"
"You think I would? The exams are over."
"You only improve if you study consistently."
Miyuki's insincere words were adorable. I secretly tickled her under the chin, my hand slowly moving downward.
"Eek...!"
Her fingers reached her collarbone, and she flinched away from me, then raised her voice to announce that roll call was over.
At the same time, students started filing back into their rooms.
Miyuki sighed in relief and said.
"I'll be right back."
"You're going now? Where to?"
"To the lobby."
"Then let's go together. I need to buy something at the convenience store."
"What are you buying?"
"A drink."
"Oh? Okay."
Miyuki readily nodded, and we went down to the lobby together. While she was talking with the other class presidents and a teacher, I stopped by the convenience store.
After buying another one of the melon milks I had given to Mitsushima, I came out and spotted Hiyori sitting on the circular bench in the middle of the lobby.
'What the?'
A small crowd of students, including Miyuki, had gathered around the teary-eyed girl.
A few of her classmates I'd seen in her classroom were there, all looking worried.
Wondering what was going on, I watched from a distance and saw that Hiyori's foot was bleeding.
Not a lot, but not a little, either.
She was saying she'd been stung by a jellyfish, but it was obviously a lie.
Hiyori's wound wasn't on the top of her foot or around her leg; it was on the sole of her foot.
An area with a very low chance of being stung by a jellyfish.
The fact that it was bleeding was also suspicious.
Miyuki must have had the same thought, as she examined Hiyori's wound with a very skeptical look.
Then, her expression turned incredulous.
"This looks like you just scraped it on a sharp rock. It's not a sting."
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
"But it stings."
"It stings because it's the kind of wound that stings. Wait a second. Don't put your foot on the floor."
Miyuki got a first-aid kit from the information desk and took out some disinfectant.
She placed a towel on her lap, then rested Hiyori's dainty foot on top of it and applied the disinfectant.
"Ah!"
The moment the medicine touched her, Hiyori cried out, her toes curling up tightly.
Miyuki grabbed the ankle of her flailing leg, gave her a pathetic look, and said.
"Hold still. And stop being such a baby."
"I'm not being a baby, it really hurts...!! It's bleeding a lot!"
"It's not bleeding that much. And it's not a deep cut."
"You're only saying that because you're not the one who's hurt, Senpai!"
"I've cut my foot before, too."
"Mine isn't cut, it's torn!"
"It was torn by being cut, so it's correct to say it was cut."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
Hmm. It was a bit too cute to be a squabble between romantic rivals.
I guess this is how they get closer.
As I was thinking positively, Miyuki finished disinfecting the wound, applied a bandage, and patted Hiyori's calf as if to say she was done.
She looked like a mother calming her tomboyish daughter... A warm smile spread across my face.
"There. Put your slippers on cleanly, and you should be fine if you rest."
"...Yes. Thank you."
Hiyori's thanks were curt but sincere.
Miyuki's eyes widened at that, and Hiyori, as if feeling guilty, launched into a long-winded explanation.
"Of course I should say thank you in this situation. I have at least that much courtesy, you know? You didn't think I wouldn't even say thanks, did you?"
"No, well... I didn't think that, but..."
"Fine, whatever."
"Is roll call over?"
"Yes."
"Then you all... there are six of you? You all get two demerit points. I'll give you a piece of paper, so write your names down before you go. I've memorized your faces, so don't even think about writing fake names."
"Demerit points? Why?"
"I told you not to go out after roll call, but you did."
"We just went for a walk."
"Why would you go for a walk to the beach?"
"They said it was okay."
"There's no teacher who would allow you to go out at this hour. If you lie, I'll make it three points."
Hiyori pouted and said nothing.
As I thought how funny she looked, practically admitting she had lied, I was about to approach Miyuki.
"Isn't that too harsh? Three demerit points seems a bit much, don't you think?"
A male student with a scowl on his face protested to Miyuki.
His voice was full of anger, and it looked like he was trying to score points with Hiyori by siding with her.
A surge of anger shot through me, and I started to walk toward the guy, but Hiyori reprimanded him first.
"You just stay out of it. What do you think you're doing right now?"
At her irritated rebuke, the male student's expression went blank.
He was probably stunned that she had changed her tune after just bickering with Miyuki herself.
It was like she was saying, I'm allowed to argue with her, but you're not.
I didn't know whether to call her actions adorable or mischievous.
In any case, I decided I'd only get more pissed off thanks to Hiyori's friends if I just stood by, so I quickly went to Miyuki's side to protect her.
"What are you all doing here?"
Upon seeing me, both Hiyori and Miyuki's faces lit up with undisguised pleasure at the same time.
See? They do have their similarities.
With that thought, I glared at the male student who had raised his voice at Miyuki and continued.
"If she told you to write your names, then write them and get going."
"...Yes, sir."
The type to bully the weak and suck up to the strong. The kind of personality Miyuki and Hiyori hated the most.
I really wanted to punch that smug face full of resentment.
If it weren't for what Miyuki had told me a long time ago, I would have already knocked all his teeth out.
After making the five of them write down their names, Miyuki sent them all back to their rooms, leaving only Hiyori behind.
"Why am I the only one left...? Are you going to torture me?"
Miyuki looked down at Hiyori, who was pretending to be scared, with an exasperated expression, then pulled me away from her.
"Do you know the situation?"
"More or less."
"Then I'm going to see the school nurse for a minute. She asked to be notified immediately if anyone got injured. She might have to go to the hospital, so can you keep a close eye on her?"
The school nurse is here? Since when?
I haven't seen her... Did she arrive separately?
Maybe I should make some time to go see her sacred breasts.
"Sure. But where did the teachers go?"
"They dispersed after their meeting."
"What about the teacher guarding the exit?"
"He went to get a few chairs."
"What rotten timing."
"I know, right? But she wasn't a bad kid, was she...?"
Not a bad kid...?
Hiyori thanking her must have left an impression.
"Asahina? I told you she's nice."
"She's not a nice kid, either."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"Got it."
"Tell her if she says anything weird, you'll give her one more demerit point."
She didn't even mean it.
No, maybe she was half-serious.
I said I would, and after Miyuki patted my back and headed off somewhere, I walked over to Hiyori and sat down next to her as she let out a long yawn, as if she didn't have a care in the world.
"Where did you sneak out from?"
"The emergency exit."
"Figured as much. Can you stop causing trouble now?"
"Next time, I'll make sure I don't get caught."
She was saying things that made my head throb.
I let out a disbelieving laugh and chided her.
"I'm being serious."
"...I know. I'll try."
"Didn't Mitsushima say anything?"
"I snuck out. Miho hates this kind of thing, so she would have given me a huge lecture if she knew."
"Don't you think it's better to hang out with a real friend who worries about you?"
When I indirectly called out the male student who had challenged Miyuki, a deep sigh escaped Hiyori's lips.
"I'm not going to put up with it anymore either. I don't like him."
She meant it. That's a relief.
"Since when did you ever put up with anything?"
"I can't walk because I'm hurt, so please carry me on your back."
At least frown when you say something like that.
Saying it so nonchalantly makes it seem like you're not in pain at all.
I stared at Hiyori, who was shamelessly changing the subject, and asked.
"Where are you going?"
"I want to rest in my room. Please take me to Miho."
"Miyuki just went to see the head teacher. She said you might have to go to the hospital."
"You want me to just sit here until then when we don't know how long it'll take? I'll rest in my room and come back out if I need to go to the hospital."
"If she told you to stay, then just stay. Nothing bad will come from listening to her."
"You're so mean."
"Want some melon milk?"
"Yes."
She dropped her sulking act and her expression changed in an instant.
I clicked my tongue and handed the opened milk to Hiyori.
"How's your foot?"
"Isn't it a little late to be asking? I told you it hurts."
"You look fine."
I think what just happened was an event that changed Miyuki and Hiyori's impressions of each other, even if just a little.
It was exactly the situation I had hoped for, so I felt good.
I was worried that Hiyori got hurt, but it didn't seem serious enough to interfere with her activities, so I didn't need to be too concerned.
"This is delicious... You have a sip too, Senpai. I already drank from it."
I let out a small laugh at Hiyori emphasizing that her lips had touched it, then took the milk back and closed the lid.
"Why aren't you drinking it...!"
I was about to flick Hiyori's thigh as she pretended to be hurt, but I stopped when I saw Miyuki returning in the distance.