Chapter 390: Oil and Water Do Mix #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 390: Oil and Water Do Mix #2
Click.
Miyuki opened the door to my room and ambled listlessly down the hallway.
The sight of her back as she shuffled along, dragging her hotel slippers, was so cute I could die.
I wished she were hugging a pillow, too, but knowing Miyuki’s personality, that was probably asking too much.
Suppressing a slight feeling of disappointment, I followed Miyuki and began to gently massage the back of her neck.
Her head tilted back slightly.
An act that seemed to say she was savoring my touch. Just as we were about to head for the elevators, we ran into Tetsuya, who was just coming out of his room across the hall.
“Hey, Tetsuya-kun.”
Tetsuya gave Miyuki a warm smile as she raised a hand and greeted him in a husky voice.
But it was only for a moment.
The instant he saw me massaging her neck, his face twisted into an ugly mask.
“What’s wrong...? Are you sick?” Miyuki asked with concern, studying his expression.
As if snapping back to his senses, Tetsuya smoothed his features and replied.
“No... my stomach just hurts a little.”
“Really? You don’t think you have an upset stomach? What did you eat yesterday?”
“Uh, I just had some skewers from a street stall. Thanks for your concern.”
“You have to say something if you’re in pain. Or you can go to the concierge and ask where the school nurse is. They’ll be happy to show you.”
“I see... So, did you just stop by Matsuda’s room and are coming out together now?”
Even as he probed her like that, Tetsuya had to know.
He had to know that Miyuki had slept in my room.
Her hair was a complete mess and she was rubbing her eyes—she looked like she’d just woken up to anyone who saw her. Even a guy as clueless as him must have been certain.
“Hm? Well... I guess so.”
Miyuki just went along with it.
She probably thought saying she’d slept over would sound too suggestive, so she simply agreed.
Miyuki had no idea. No idea that such an answer was unintentionally driving Tetsuya deeper into misery.
Deciding she didn’t need to know, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my embrace.
Then, I spoke to Tetsuya.
“You going to the beach again today?”
“Huh? I am, but...”
Tetsuya’s voice trailed off as his eyes shifted to Miyuki.
Hoping to go with her, are you?
Not happening.
Watching him, it seemed Tetsuya had always thought he could win Miyuki back whenever he wanted.
That as soon as she saw my trashy side, they’d break up, and she’d realize there was no man better for her than him.
He must have been clinging to that hope.
Completely oblivious to how baseless that thought was.
But on this school trip, he must have realized he’d been far too complacent.
That’s why he’d been so aggressive toward me yesterday.
“Have fun.”
Cutting Tetsuya off, I led Miyuki past him.
“We’re going to eat right after roll call. Tetsuya-kun, if you want to eat... Mmph...!”
Just as I had yesterday, I covered Miyuki’s mouth as she tried to invite him to a meal, making sure to prevent any further entanglement with the guy.
Ding!
The elevator arrived with perfect timing. I stepped inside, quickly pressing the button for Miyuki’s floor and the close-door button.
It might seem petty, but I hated even being in the same space as Tetsuya. Besides, the air he exhaled would only contaminate Miyuki’s lungs, so this was the right thing to do.
“What are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry when I’m talking?”
Miyuki grumbled, prying my hand away.
I casually changed the subject, draping my arm over her shoulder and fiddling with her slender neck.
“After roll call, let’s go straight to the dining hall. Don’t drag a bunch of people along.”
“I think you’re the only one we need to worry about, Matsuda-kun.”
She was probably referring to me calling Hiyori over yesterday.
I was at a loss for words, but I had to be shameless about it.
With that in mind, I gave Miyuki a gentle push on the back as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
“See you later.”
“Okay. Don’t be late.”
“You neither.”
Her tongue peeked out from between her dry lips before disappearing again.
A faint wrinkle formed on the bridge of her nose.
Finding that incredibly lovely, I watched her walk back to her room until the elevator doors closed naturally, and then I headed down.
There was still plenty of time before roll call, so the lobby was quiet.
I sank into a plush sofa in the corner, my body instantly relaxing.
I hadn’t slept well after our intense night together, so I was a little drowsy.
I decided I should take a quick nap after breakfast. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Chinami.
[Master.]
A short while later, a photo arrived from her.
It showed Chinami making a V-sign next to her cheek, standing in front of a pouting Renka.
Both of their hair was damp, so it seemed to be a picture from their break at the stream yesterday.
Anyway, Chinami’s outfit was fine, but I didn’t like Renka’s.
She was wearing a T-shirt with a rather low-cut neckline, revealing just a hint of her cleavage.
How dare a slave wear something like that without her master’s permission... I’d have to give her a serious scolding when I got back.
[You both look pretty.]
[Hee hee, thank you. Are you having fun over there, Junior?]
[I’m managing to survive.]
[You sound like the last survivor in a world of zombies.]
[A picture of you in your pajamas might give me the strength to go on.]
[Oh. Could you wait just a moment?]
[Yes.]
Chinami had an unconscious, suggestive allure about her.
Considering she’d revealed her stomach last time I asked for a pajama picture, I expected this one would also have some kind of charming focal point.
As I waited for Chinami’s reply with anticipation, my phone vibrated.
The caller was Renka.
A satisfied smile spread across my face at the voluntary call from my pretty slave, and I pressed the answer button.
“Hello.”
-What do you think you’re doing?
“What do you mean?”
-Why are you making Chinami do weird things?
So they were together.
But calling it a ‘weird thing’ was hurtful.
“I just asked her to send a picture, that’s all.”
-That is a weird thing. Just like a piece of trash like you.
Mm-hmm. Hearing Renka’s sharp, clear voice made my passion for education flare up.
“There you go, being difficult again. And, Club Captain.”
-What.
“Don’t wear clothes that show your cleavage. That’s one warning.”
-What are you talking about...? How do you know what I’m wearing?
“I have my ways.”
-I’ve never worn anything like that...! Don’t even think about trying to trick me.
“Now you’re lying. That’s another warning. You know what happens when you get three, right?”
-Wh-what do you mean, ‘know’...! This isn’t a game... Get lost!
Click.
The call ended abruptly. Even after waiting another five minutes, Chinami’s picture never arrived.
It seemed Renka had put a stop to it... I couldn’t just let this slide.
Staring at the dark screen of my phone, I passed the time thinking about what kind of new games I could play with Renka.
Eventually, my throat felt dry, so I stopped by the convenience store to buy a bottle of water. As I came out, I saw Hiyori emerging from the elevator, her face dripping with annoyance.
“Huh?”
She seemed to have spotted me too, her drowsy, half-closed eyes widening.
I was about to go over and greet her cheerfully when—
“Oh, dear.”
I let out a dry laugh as Hiyori let out a soulless scream and collapsed to the floor in a very artificial way.
It was absurd, but at the same time, it felt vivacious and full of confidence.
One of the reasons Hiyori was so popular had to be that easygoing side of her that didn’t give a damn about appearances.
I walked over to her, not caring that she was drawing the attention of everyone around us, and asked nonchalantly.
“What are you doing?”
“I sprained my ankle.”
“It didn’t look like it at all, but if you say so, I guess so.”
“Right? So help me up.”
“How? Should I take your arm?”
“Nope. Carry me on your back.”
She’s been doing this since yesterday.
It’s like she’s possessed by a ghost that likes to cling to people’s backs.
“Get up.”
“Carry me.”
“I’ll carry you if I feel like it, so just sit down for now.”
At my words, Hiyori pouted and plopped down on a nearby circular bench.
I stood in front of her and continued.
“Did you come down for roll call?”
“Yes.”
“You’re surprisingly early.”
“Surprisingly?! Aren’t you underestimating me a little too much?”
“I am. Where’s Mitsushima?”
“Miho is coming down with the teacher.”
“Is that so? You’re just going to rest in your room today, right?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you hurt your foot.”
“It’s not even that bad. This is a once-a-semester school trip. I have to enjoy it to the fullest.”
She was practically crying in pain yesterday, and now she’s putting on this tough act...
I let out a chuckle at the sight of Hiyori puffing out her chest proudly.
“It’ll sting like hell if saltwater gets in the wound, you know? And the bacteria is dangerous.”
“It’s healed, so it’s fine. Look.”
Hiyori slipped off one of her slippers, lifted her leg high, and showed me the sole of her foot.
The movement caused her short shorts to stretch and ride up, slightly exposing her groin.
“See? It looks all better, right?”
Red underwear was gently covering her Y-zone.
The moment I saw it, all the blood in my body rushed to one place.
My dear Hiyori was still as careless as ever, no matter how much I emphasized it.
“There’s a band-aid on it. How am I supposed to check?”
“Take it off and see.”
I looked down, amused, at Hiyori wiggling her toes. Then, I suddenly reached for her foot.
With my fingertips, I tickled the center of her sole where the band-aid was.
“Ehee...!”
A sound that was somewhere between a sweet moan and a silly yelp escaped her lips as her leg shot outwards.
As a bonus, her Y-zone, which had only been slightly visible before, was now much more exposed.
This time, she seemed to realize her underwear was showing, because she quickly shoved both hands between her thighs, though I doubt she knew that made her look even more erotic.
I clicked my tongue as I looked down at Hiyori, who was now in a girly pose with her calves splayed out.
“You’ve been acting strange for a while now.”
“...You saw, didn’t you?”
“I saw.”
“What color was it?”
Hiyori asked a bold question.
I let out a breath of disbelief before answering.
“Red, wasn’t it?”
“Correct. You have a good eye. You were definitely looking there instead of at my foot, weren’t you?”
She was spot on.
“No, I wasn’t. You’re the one who spread your legs.”
“That sounds kind of dirty, don’t you think?”
Hiyori had gotten even bolder.
Had she already adapted to this kind of thing?
If so, I’d have to raise the level and begin her education in earnest.
As I was chatting with Hiyori, Miyuki came down.
Seeing me with Hiyori, she strode toward us.
Spotting her, Hiyori greeted her in a meek and coy voice.
“H’lo.”
Miyuki, who had just reached our bench, tilted her head.
“What was that?”
“I said, hello.”
“Oh... right. Hello to you, too. Is your foot okay?”
“It’s whatever.”
“What?”
“...ma’am.”
Just as Miyuki’s eyes were about to narrow, Hiyori quickly tacked on the polite suffix, making me feel a sense of anxiety.
“Thank you so much for yesterday.”
My head was starting to ache, and I was about to unconsciously press my hand to my forehead when I heard Hiyori’s words of gratitude. I breathed an inward sigh of relief.
Right, if you know how to be grateful first, Miyuki will open her heart to you, at least a little.
Just approach her slowly. So please, stop picking these battles of will.