Chapter 62: Second Invitation #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 62: Second Invitation #2
"Matsuda-kun."
Miyuki's voice called from behind me.
We had just finished a pleasant meal, and I was on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Without turning around, I said,
"Nice try."
"...Too bad. How'd you know?"
Kana readily admitted her identity.
I finally turned around and grinned.
"I just had a feeling."
The truth was, I could tell by the pitch of her voice.
Ever since we first slept together, Miyuki calls my name with a voice tinged with shyness.
A voice that tries to act casual but can't hide its flushed excitement.
That fresh, innocent tone was completely absent when Kana called my name, so I figured it out right away.
"Are your instincts that good? Or are you hiding something?"
Kana brought a hand behind her back and leaned forward slightly.
She was doing something similar to what Miyuki does, but... unlike her, she looked incredibly seductive.
I liked the way her eyes were half-lidded.
I wonder if she'd let me fuck her tits if I asked.
"Hiding what?"
"Nothing."
Playing it cool, huh.
Watching Kana's back as she skipped down the stairs, I headed to the bathroom.
After diligently brushing my teeth, I was about to head downstairs when I saw Miyuki peeking her head out of her room. I chuckled.
"What are you doing there?"
"Hurry, come in... Let's have some fruit."
"What about your parents? Don't you need to go see them?"
"Yeah, it's fine. I told them I was heading up first."
Setting the stage for me and everything... Our Miyuki is all grown up.
I'm so proud.
I went into her room and was about to close the door when the Maneki-neko Miyuki had hung on it knocked against the wood. I furrowed my brow at the sound.
As I stared at it, Miyuki came over and said,
"Tetsuya-kun and I bought that together a long time ago... Isn't it cute?"
"It was here last time, too... Do you always keep it hanging there?"
"Yeah."
"Doesn't the sound bother you?"
"Not really...? You don't like it, Matsuda-kun?"
"Yeah. I don't like it."
"Why?"
I turned to Miyuki without a word.
She looked bewildered by my steady gaze and asked again,
"Why don't you like it?"
"Did Miura tell you to hang that up?"
"No, not that... We just said we'd hang them in each other's rooms..."
Tetsuya must have been the one to suggest it.
To hang them in their respective rooms.
"Does Miura have one in his room, too?"
"Yeah. I think so."
"Take it down. It pisses me off seeing something like that in another guy's girlfriend's room."
Miyuki's body flinched at the word 'girlfriend'.
She seemed to feel a little shy now that I was implicitly asserting that we were dating.
She blinked, her eyes darting between me and the charm, before finally coming to her senses and saying in a small voice,
"That's just... something we bought as a memento of our friendship, a memory..."
"It's not just in your room; Miura has one in his, too. Take it down and hang this up instead."
I took out something from my pocket that I'd ordered during the week and received yesterday.
It was a necklace with the letters H.M and M.K side by side—clearly our initials.
"It's a necklace...?"
"Yeah. I got it yesterday."
Miyuki stared intently at the gold necklace glittering in my hand.
The corners of her mouth twitched as she stared, unable to look away. After a long moment, she finally turned her eyes to me.
"This... Why did you have it made with our initials?"
"You wrote our initials when you were drawing on that sticky note at the ramen shop. I thought it was a good idea, so I had it made. I was originally just going to tell you to keep it, but seeing that thing changed my mind. Hang this up instead."
"What... Are you jealous right now...?"
"Think what you want."
With that, I held out the hand holding the necklace to Miyuki.
Realizing this was my way of telling her to switch them immediately, Miyuki hesitated for a brief moment before taking the necklace from me.
"Okay... I'll switch them."
She glanced once at the Maneki-neko, a memento of her time with Tetsuya, then replaced it with the necklace without any particular hesitation.
Then, she carefully placed the Maneki-neko on her desk.
"Is that better?"
"For now."
I'll be satisfied with just changing this one thing today.
Later, I'll have to make her throw it away.
"You're acting so strange today..."
Miyuki muttered, perching on the edge of the bed. She speared a piece of melon with her fork and was about to offer it to me, but then she froze.
She must have remembered our first kiss, how I'd given her a piece of melon right before.
I moved closer to her and said,
"I don't think it's strange; I think it's a normal reaction. That bastard Miura... seeing as he has one in his room too, he must be a shady creep."
"Matsuda-kun...! Don't swear...!"
"What do you want me to do when I feel like swearing?"
I practically snatched the fork from Miyuki's hand and popped the melon into my mouth.
Seeing this, Miyuki let out a faint laugh and shook her head.
"To me, you seem even shadier, Matsuda-kun..."
I'll admit that.
But I'm openly shady, while Tetsuya is timidly shady.
Whether you're self-aware or not.
There's a huge difference between the two.
"Whatever. Just eat your fruit."
Miyuki reached for the fork with a piece of apple speared on it.
But when I gently pushed her hand away, she pretended to pull back, then opened her mouth wide and bit into the apple with her front teeth.
Miyuki, glancing at me with a demure look in her eyes.
As she chewed the apple, her mouth moving quietly,
"Heek!"
She jolted as if she'd hiccuped when I started to gently stroke her hand, which was resting on her knee.
Gently, from her thumb to her pinky, I stroked down the back of her hand to her fingertips.
Creating a sensual atmosphere like this, I slowly drew Miyuki's hand toward me.
"Matsuda-kun... what are you doooing..."
Miyuki asked, her voice a mix of reproach after quickly swallowing the apple.
I continued to touch her silently, as she made no move to pull her hand away, and said in a low voice,
"Because your hands are pretty."
"....."
You don't need to touch erogenous zones to heighten arousal.
Just making eye contact and speaking softly, just a light touch, can be stimulating enough.
Flustered by my sudden change in attitude, Miyuki started to pull her hand away, then stopped.
She liked it, too. Liked me talking to her like this while touching her.
But given where we were, she seemed to have some reservations.
"We can't do this here... This is..."
"This is your house. So what? Is there a problem?"
I was indirectly expressing that physical affection between lovers is natural. Miyuki, catching my hidden meaning, answered in a barely audible voice,
"N-No, it's not that, but..."
Her body was completely tense and rigid.
She must have been nervous, with her parents and sister in the house.
But when I carefully pulled her into an embrace, she immediately relaxed, her whole body softening.
"You're driving me crazy these days."
Even a cringey line like this serves as a good stepping stone to stir her emotions in a situation like this.
As expected, Miyuki, instantly drunk on the atmosphere, wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.
"...Hng..."
A cute little sound escaped her lips, revealing just how worked up she was, and she tightened her arms as if she'd never let me go.
I slowly turned my head and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Haaah..."
A hot breath escaped Miyuki's nose and mouth, tickling the nape of my neck.
Already starting to heat up, she shifted her hips to press herself completely against me and wiggled her big toes like little worms.
"You like this, don't you?"
At my question, a mix of intimacy and playfulness, Miyuki rested her forehead against my shoulder.
Her hands, which had been wrapped around my waist, were now gripping my T-shirt so tightly it felt like they might rip it.
"Right? You like it."
"....."
"No answer. You don't like it?"
"Nooo...! I like it...!"
I let out a low laugh at her angry reply to my negative suggestion.
As if she liked the way my rumbling voice filled her ears, Miyuki, trembling all over, buried her face inside my T-shirt.
Seeing her resistance from moments ago completely gone made me want to laugh.
She pressed her lips just above my collarbone and, with a soft sucking sound, began to mark my neck.
The suction was strong enough to sting, but the tickling sensation was stronger, bringing a wave of pleasure.
As I felt a thrilling sensation run down my spine, I brought my lips to the ear of Miyuki, who was engrossed in making a hickey, and whispered softly,
"Are you a pervert?"
"....."
Annoyed by my teasing tone, Miyuki pinched my side lightly.
I gently massaged the nape of her neck as she continued to suck on my skin and said,
"I locked the door. That's okay, right?"
Miyuki's body flinched at my meaningful words.
She looked at me as if to ask, "When did you do that?" I answered with silence, and then—
Swoosh.
I gently pushed her back onto the bed.
"Ngh...!"
Miyuki looked up at me as I prepared to get started for real.
I met her teary, glistening eyes and gave her a wide grin.
"....."
Miyuki bit her lower lip and mumbled,
"My mom and dad are here..."
"And your sister."
"Yeah... my sister's here, too... So..."
"So?"
"So just a little... Really, just a little..."
I have a feeling things might get intense once we start.
You think so too, right?
I smoothly changed the subject.
"Should we go for a walk tonight?"
"...Matsuda-kun... Answer me first..."
"My neck is stinging. Should I put a bandage on it, too?"
"D-Don't put one on... No... Answer me... Stop changing the subject..."
"You look pretty today."
At the direct compliment, Miyuki's cheeks turned pink.
She placed a hand on my chest as if to push me away and remind me one more time, but then—
"....."
as if she'd finally given up on persuading me, she whipped her head to the side.
No, it wasn't so much that she'd given up, but that she'd decided to let herself get swept up in the mood.