Chapter 399: How She Enjoys a Love Comedy #3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 399: How She Enjoys a Love Comedy #3
Thud!
Hiyori bumped her arm on her way out the back door.
Startled, I quickly reached out to grab her.
"Hey, are you oka—"
But Hiyori had already bolted from the classroom.
So bold when she came in for a kiss... only to get shy midway and run away.
And after sticking her tongue out before leaving, as if to say the kiss meant nothing to her. How cute.
I wonder if she even remembers me wrapping my arm around her waist.
From the looks of it, she probably only remembers initiating the kiss and nothing else.
That's how utterly flustered she looked just now.
Letting out a dry laugh, I pushed the chair Hiyori had been sitting in under the desk and picked up the cleaning cloth from the windowsill.
Then, I started wiping the graffiti off the mirror.
If the mirror was still like this tomorrow, Hiyori, who was on cleaning duty, would probably get an earful from the teacher.
She could come in early to wipe it, but there was no way she'd do that, so I was helping her out.
As I meticulously wiped away the stubborn lipstick stains, dampening the cloth with water, the memory of what just happened made the corners of my mouth lift unconsciously.
Her lips had been pressed tightly shut; it was a kiss you could only really call a peck.
But it was incredibly heart-fluttering. If even I felt this way, I could only imagine what Hiyori must have been feeling.
Seeing how she'd scurried away, she probably couldn't bring herself to look me in the face.
After cleaning the mirror until it was spotless, I went to the bathroom, washed the cloth, and hung it up to dry in the classroom. Then, I sent Hiyori a message.
[Make sure you change your skirt.]
The 'read' receipt appeared, but no reply came.
It seemed she was too embarrassed to even manage an 'okay'.
For her, what happened in the classroom must have taken a tremendous amount of courage.
She's probably at her club activity right now, isn't she? I bet she can't even think straight.
No, she might have even skipped her club activity altogether.
The bubbly feeling just won't go away.
I'm getting curious about what Hiyori is thinking.
I don't think I've ever wanted to get inside her head as much as I do today.
Mulling over the sudden event, I arrived at the club room and saw Chinami in the distance, wearing her uniform and walking up the hill.
Is she heading to the storage shed? The way she waddled, like she was stepping on protruding stones by a stream, was incredibly cute from behind.
I quieted my footsteps and quickly approached her. When she sensed my presence and turned her head, I gave her a bright smile.
"Hello, Master."
"Junior!! You're here!"
Mhm. Seeing her greet me with such a cheerful face warms my heart.
"Yeah. It's only been three or four days, but it feels like it's been a while."
"I know, right? Did you have a fun trip?"
"I did. How about you, Master?"
"I had a satisfying time as well."
"That's good to hear. Are you heading to the storage shed?"
"That's right. I need a lot of cleaning supplies. I'm planning to clean all the equipment today."
"Won't that leave you with no time to practice? The tournament is just around the corner."
"Still, it's something that must be done."
Our Chinami... so full of responsibility.
If she hadn't been the manager, the Yebonie Academy Kendo Club's record might have dropped by several ranks.
"I'll go with you."
"Okay."
Once inside the shed, Chinami crouched down to look through the supply box on the bottom shelf.
Why did her fair neck look so erotic today?
A desire I hadn't felt when I kissed Hiyori seemed to be surging up now.
Unable to resist the temptation, I moved right up behind Chinami.
Then, I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in the nape of her neck.
"Mngh!?"
The nape of her neck was one of Chinami's main erogenous zones.
Stimulated there, her characteristic voice escaped her lips.
As her whole body tensed up, I pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, feeling her soft hair brush against my cheek as I breathed in.
"Mmmph...! J-Junior...!"
Chinami tightly gripped my arms, which were wrapped around her below her waist.
Her touch felt considerably warmer than Hiyori's.
"Yes?"
"W-Well... now's not the time for this...!"
"I'm just hugging you, that's all."
"Is that all...?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you pressing against my stomach...?"
"Because I want to."
"Ah... okay. Then please make it quick..."
"You sound like you're just putting up with it."
"Of course not...! It's just that we have to be busy today, so..."
"I understand."
Feeling Chinami's soft, plump skin for the first time in a while... it's as satisfying as ever.
After the tournament, I'll definitely have her over to my place to cuddle and sleep.
Making that vow, I took a few moments to soothe my soul before returning to the club room with a beet-red Chinami.
After changing into my uniform and greeting the club members I hadn't seen in days, Renka approached me.
She stared at me with her usual stern, displeased look and gestured toward the laundry room with her head.
"Follow me."
Whenever Renka wanted to talk about something embarrassing that was hard to say in front of others, she always called me over there.
It was obvious she was going to bring up something like that again today, so I followed her with a cheerful heart.
Once we were inside the laundry room, she closed the door.
"What is it?"
Leaning my back against the closed door, she seemed nervous about what I might do and darted her eyes around before speaking.
"You were bothering Chinami again as soon as you got here, weren't you?"
I knew she'd bring up Chinami.
"Bothering her? That's a harsh way to put it. We do things because we both enjoy it."
"Don't make me laugh."
"Did Master tell you herself that I was bothering her?"
"Well, no, but..."
"Then don't make me out to be the bad guy, okay?"
"You are a bad guy."
"That's true. But don't we have something to settle?"
"...What are you talking about?"
As if remembering how she'd challenged me during the school trip, Renka's momentum faltered.
Her reaction showed she was well aware of her transgression.
It wasn't really a crime, per se, but she did mess with her master, so she deserves to be punished.
I shot a grin at Renka, who had started to look wary, and asked.
"Did you have fun on your trip?"
"It would have been fun if it weren't for your call. That was a bit of a shame."
"My call? You mean the video call?"
"Th-That's not what I'm talking about...!? Move! Let me out...!"
Renka's face turned as red as Chinami's as she huffed and waved her hands.
Her attitude... calling me over so imperiously, only to become timid after hearing something sexual. It's the same pattern every time, but it's always fun to watch.
"You called me here, and you're leaving already? Have some candy before you go."
"....."
It's funny how Renka presses her lips shut, looking angry but clearly wanting the candy.
The school trip was fun, but I missed this kind of academy life too.
I should enjoy it to the fullest until vacation starts.
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"....."
Lying in bed under a light blue duvet, Hiyori was silently scrolling through her phone when her eyes landed on an article.
It was about a celebrity who had filmed a romantic kiss scene for a drama.
At that, Hiyori's body jolted, like someone who'd been startled awake from a light sleep.
"Eek!!"
A strange yelp escaped her lips, and her face instantly grew hot.
She had remembered what she'd done to Matsuda-senpai today.
Honestly, she had imagined doing it.
'Only' imagined it.
But seeing Matsuda-senpai's unusually gentle face that day, she had gotten impatient and, without thinking, turned that fantasy into reality.
Striding up to him, boldly pressing her lips against his...
She was sure it would be thrilling when she imagined it, but instead of excitement, her mind was filled with nothing but embarrassment.
This was all Matsuda-senpai's fault.
This happened because his face and personality were exactly her type in the first place.
Therefore, she wasn't responsible.
As Hiyori was trying to win the mental battle with such selfish thoughts,
"Aaaaargh...!!!"
The overwhelming shame and humiliation filling her heart made her pull the duvet over her head, scream, and flail her arms and legs wildly.
A moment later, the door opened, and her little brother peeked his head in.
"Sis."
Hiyori threw off the duvet and raised her voice.
"Hey! Don't you know how to knock!?"
"I'll do it next time. Mom said to be quiet."
"No!"
"Is that how you should talk?"
"You wanna die?"
"Mom! Sis just swore at me!"
When will he ever change that tired old routine... Mom and Dad don't even believe him anymore. He's trying too hard.
Hiyori clicked her tongue at her young, immature brother's playful attitude, thinking she'd give him a good flick on the head when she came out. She picked up her phone again.
"Huh?"
Her eyes widened when she saw a message from Matsuda-senpai.
Her heart pounded in a good way.
Feeling that, she checked her phone.
[Is your arm okay?]
Arm? Why was he suddenly mentioning her arm?
Come to think of it, her right arm had been aching a little during her club activity and on the way home...
She wasn't sure what the cause was.
She checked her arm, but there was no bruise.
She must have just bumped it somewhere while she was out of it.
But... did Matsuda-senpai see it happen?
She had even stuck her tongue out after the kiss, acting like it was nothing... If he saw, he might have realized how flustered she really was.
Another wave of embarrassment washed over her.
But it was fine. Right now, she was in her own private space where no one could see her.
Deciding she had to act nonchalant, Hiyori's slender fingers started moving.
[Yep. It doesn't hurt at all.]
[Really? It sounded loud, so that's a relief.]
It sounded loud? Was it that bad?
Or was Matsuda-senpai exaggerating to tease her?
His intention was confusing. Still, she decided she shouldn't take the bait.
[Whatever.]
[Why are you suddenly picking a fight?]
[Because I want to.]
[Alright. I'll give you your bag tomorrow.]
[Okay.]
[Did you go to your club activity?]
[I did. Why? Did you think I'd skip or something?]
[No. I was just asking if it went well.]
[Well, whatever.]
[You did change your skirt before you left, right?]
She had changed it as soon as she left.
But admitting that so readily felt like losing, so a lie slipped out before she knew it.
[Nope.]
[Good job.]
Good job?
For Matsuda-senpai, who was so sensitive about her skirt, that was a very open-minded thing to say.
He must be saying that because he knows I changed.
Then why even ask? She felt the urge to give the teasing Matsuda-senpai a flick on the forehead.
[I'm going to sleep.]
[What's with you, going to bed so early?]
Hiyori didn't reply to Matsuda's question. She just stared blankly at the screen with the chat window open.
[Sleep well.]
When his next message came through, she jumped in surprise and pressed the home button on her phone.
"This is driving me crazy...?"
The 'read' receipt must have shown up...
This would definitely make her look desperate.
She decided to pretend she'd left the chat open while doing something else for a moment, wait a bit, and then reply.
After counting to ten in her head, Hiyori decided enough time had passed, and pouting her lips, she tapped the screen.
[You sleep well too, Senpai.]
Then she placed her phone next to her pillow and closed her eyes, though she wasn't the least bit sleepy.
"Heheek...!"
She tried to sleep, but as her vision darkened, the image of herself coming on to Matsuda became crystal clear, and a strange sound escaped her lips on its own.
At this rate, she might end up cursing at herself when she's alone.