Chapter 396: A Brief Curtain Call
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 396: A Brief Curtain Call
“Senpai... why are you acting so strange...?”
Hiyori asked, having backed away until her back was against the wall.
The tremor in her voice was gone, replaced by a playful tone.
Though my actions had surprised her, she seemed to think I was just messing with her.
Simply put, Hiyori was acting.
She was pretending to be the pitiful and innocent heroine from a TV drama.
A scornful smile crept onto my face, but I decided to play along with her little game for now.
Thump.
I slammed my hand against the wall, my arm extending forcefully over her shoulder. Her eyes began to sparkle.
The heroine, being wall-slammed by the forceful male lead.
It was a common cliché in female-oriented romance stories.
“Senpai, what do you think you’re doing?”
That look, glaring with fiery eyes as she challenged me, was also part of the cliché.
It was a prerequisite for any proper heroine.
It was funny how naturally she delivered the line, given her considerable knowledge in that area.
This was a scene I would have expected Renka to be in, but Hiyori had her own unique flavor.
As I bent the arm I had against the wall, my face slowly drew closer to hers.
Hiyori seemed to get genuinely nervous, pressing her lips together and swallowing hard.
“Should we... maybe stop...?”
She giggled, fluttering her eyes rapidly several times before closing and opening them twice, slowly. Why did that look so damn erotic?
It was a habit ingrained in her body.
An instinctive action that just came out because she knew it drove men wild.
That unconsciously wicked habit of hers should be reserved for me and me alone.
With that in mind, let’s make this a sacred lesson time.
“Hey.”
I called to her in a low, subdued tone laced with a hint of gentleness. Her eyebrows twitched once.
“Yes?”
Her slender hand instinctively rose to her chest as her body tensed up.
Just moments ago, she was playful enough to demand a piggyback ride, but now she was the picture of a graceful lady.
I placed my other hand on her hip. As her body flinched, I gently pressed my forehead against hers.
Our heads met with a soft thump.
Hiyori must have thought I was going to kiss her, as she had her eyes squeezed shut.
All sorts of fantasies must be blooming in her head right now.
While she couldn't see, I let a smirk flicker across my lips before wiping it away. I pulled my forehead back and said, “Open your eyes. Anyone would think I was mugging you.”
One of Hiyori’s eyes slowly peeked open.
Like someone curious about a scary but intriguing horror movie, or a blatant but tantalizing romance film, she glanced up at me with that one eye, her lips parting.
“Is that... it?”
“Is what it?”
“N-Nothing. You really have a knack for killing the mood.”
She looked thoroughly disappointed as she lowered her hand, the tension leaving her face.
Taking that as my cue, I moved the hand that was resting on her hip.
My hand traced the curve of her slender waist, following the line of her body up to her ribs.
“Eek...!?”
Hiyori let out a startled cry, her entire body going rigid.
“W-Wait a minute...! Hold on...!”
It was absurd how she was acting so flustered now that I was actually touching her, when just a moment ago she was so disappointed.
Ignoring her urgent voice, I pressed my thumb firmly against the edge of her breast.
“Ueek...!”
As she made a strange noise, I gently bumped my forehead against hers again.
Then I spoke.
“Don’t go around doing things like that to other guys.”
“Like what...? What am I not supposed to do...?”
Bumping foreheads seems to be effective no matter when I use it.
Especially on people like Hiyori and Renka, who are a bit headstrong and feisty.
But I can’t use it every chance I get. I should save it for when Hiyori is about to cross the line.
“Like suddenly jumping on my back, or that blinking thing you do. It’s just asking to be misunderstood.”
“Misunderstood how...?”
“Just don’t do it if I tell you not to. Got it?”
“I mean... the piggyback ride, maybe, but my eyes? That’s a bit of a stretch, isn’t it...? Who doesn’t blink?! And besides, shouldn’t you be the one not to do this kind of thing to just anyone?”
“It’s fine for me, because this is just how I am.”
“That’s how I am, too.”
“That’s why I’m telling you not to do it.”
“I don’t get it...”
“You don’t have to get it. Just say you understand.”
“No.”
Hiyori turned her head away defiantly.
It might look like her rebellious spirit was just flaring up, but to me, it seemed like she wanted to prolong the current atmosphere.
Well, if that’s what she wants.
With that thought, I slowly moved my thumb, which was resting just under her breast.
I traced the rounded curve to the center, to the very spot she often talked about—the kneading spot.
I pressed and released my thumb there, and Hiyori’s face, flushed as if it were about to explode, let out a hot breath as she asked, “Do you like it...? How does it feel?”
Her question was so bold it left me momentarily speechless.
“I don’t feel much of anything.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not. And shouldn’t you be the one enjoying this?”
“Why me?”
“You were singing songs about wanting me to press it.”
“I never sang any songs.”
“It’s just an expression.”
I smoothly brushed off her words, continuing to press not only her solar plexus but the area around it. A look of realization dawned on her face.
“I think I get it now.”
“Get what?”
“It’s just a feeling I have.”
One corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk.
She seemed to have figured out what I meant before when I said I was a greedy person.
Still, the way she kept her thoughts hidden was sly, like a fox. I stopped pressing and ruffled her hair messily.
“Hey, what are you doing...?!”
The intense mood from before vanished completely as Hiyori started complaining. I gave her a very playful smile.
“Don’t act up anymore. Let’s go.”
“Go where...?!”
“Let’s go back and rest. I’m tired.”
“Tired from what? Did you do... things with Hanazawa-senpai?”
There she goes again with her bold remarks.
I looked down at Hiyori with an exasperated expression and shook my head.
“No.”
“Then why are you tired?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Why not?”
“You’re too young.”
“We’re only a year apart, and you’re already acting like an old man... Aahhh...! Don’t hit me...!”
As I raised my hand to give her a forehead flick, she covered her face with her hands like a cat washing itself.
I let out a chuckle at the cute gesture and said, “I told you to speak nicely, didn’t I? This is a warning.”
“A warning?”
“You’ll be in big trouble if they pile up.”
“Oh, really?”
With eyes full of interest, Hiyori scanned my body from head to toe.
Her gaze seemed to be searching for a place to poke, as if she wanted to test what would happen if she collected all the warnings.
Unlike Renka, who would have freaked out and started cursing, this inquisitive attitude of hers... I like it.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I dislike my slave.
Everyone has their own unique charms.
“They didn’t have any Suichu at the convenience store.”
“I know. It’s so annoying.”
“Is it that big of a deal?”
“Yes. And you’re annoying, too, Senpai.”
“You sure have a lot to be annoyed about.”
“Can I touch your arm?”
“No.”
“See? That’s why you’re annoying.”
I snorted at Hiyori’s pouting and brought our rather meaningful little event to a close.
* * *
Ah... the world feels beautiful.
That was my impression after checking the photo Chinami had secretly sent me behind Renka’s back.
She was sitting on the tatami floor, wearing her Momo-nim pajamas.
The perfectly-sized pajama buttons were straining, pulled apart to reveal Chinami’s adorable vertical belly button. It was incredibly suggestive.
The overwhelmingly pink atmosphere was just a bonus.
My head had been throbbing lately, but the pain seemed to vanish the moment I saw the picture.
[You’re so cute.]
When I sent the reply, she responded with a smiling peach character emoji, which was also incredibly adorable.
Once the school trip is over, I’ll have to give Chinami a heart-pounding, intimate massage that’ll completely blow her mind.
As I sat slumped on the lobby sofa, a silly grin on my face while looking at Chinami’s picture, a familiar voice called out.
“Matsuda-kun? Hello.”
Seeing a familiar face passing by, I straightened up with a welcoming expression.
“Hello.”
“Yes, hello. Are you hurt anywhere?”
Looking at the school nurse always brings to mind a certain NTR cliché.
Her delinquent husband causes a car accident with me, or makes some other mistake that leaves me seriously injured...
Using that as leverage, I demand the school nurse’s body, slowly corrupting her with pleasure...
In the end, she casts aside her husband, who has paid off his debt, and submits to me. That kind of cliché.
Another one also comes to mind, the kind you’d only see in an adult video or a manga, where she uses some ridiculous excuse like needing to check the health of my genitals by making me masturbate in front of her...
The school nurse, blushing and clearing her throat as she watches my hand slowly move up and down...
Then, when I sneer and say I’m too tired and can’t do it, she grabs my member herself, knowing full well I’m doing it on purpose...
The image of her marveling to herself that it’s bigger than her husband’s before unconsciously touching it with the tip of her tongue...
Just imagining it gets me hard again. It’s all because the school nurse gives off such a mature, womanly vibe.
Therefore, she has to take responsibility.
“I’m fine. How about you, sensei?”
“I’m perfectly healthy.”
That’s a relief. You’ll be able to safely deliver my child.
“The trip ends the day after tomorrow. Are you making it meaningful?”
The school nurse’s question snapped me out of the hazy, erotic images swirling in my head.
“More or less.”
“That’s a vague answer. Was there something you weren’t satisfied with?”
I’m not extremely satisfied yet.
But I’m not unsatisfied, either.
“No. It just means there’s still room to make it more satisfying.”
“Is that so? Well, I don’t know what it is, but I’ll be cheering for you. By the way, do you know any good cafes around here?”
“Are you getting coffee?”
“Yeah. I was going to get some to go.”
“There’s a cafe right next to the hotel, but I haven’t tried their coffee, so I can’t say. I was just about to get a drink from there myself, so let’s go together.”
“Really? Then please lead the way.”
Right, you need these little interludes to really bring out the flavor of a dating sim.
With that thought, I left the hotel with the school nurse, who adjusted the large, square-rimmed glasses on her face.
Afterward, I bought warm drinks for Miyuki, Hiyori, and Miho.