Chapter 77: Interferer #2 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 77: Interferer #2 [R-18]
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“So, why was Louis Philippe acclaimed as king? It's because...”
Miyuki, who was listening to the professor's passionate world history lecture, flinched.
It was because Matsuda, who was resting his chin on his hand with his right elbow on the desk, had suddenly slipped his left hand onto the inside of her thigh.
“.....”
He was so well-behaved yesterday, so why is he doing this again today?
What a troublesome boyfriend.
Miyuki furrowed her brow and poked Matsuda in the waist, signaling him to stop.
But he didn't even budge.
On the contrary, as if retaliating for the poke, he even pulled her uniform blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt.
“.... Ahem...”
Miyuki let out a tiny cough to signal her refusal, but it was no use.
Matsuda, still pretending to focus on the lecture, stroked and kneaded Miyuki's thigh.
‘Why is he being like this...!’
Realizing her body was growing warm, Miyuki drew her lower lip into her mouth and bit down hard.
Pretending to take notes, she scribbled something in her notebook and slid it discreetly onto Matsuda's desk.
[Stop it.]
Matsuda glanced down at the note, scoffed quietly, and began to move his hand even more intensely.
His hand slithered up like a snake, touching not only the inside of her thigh but the back of it, and then her hip.
His fingers traced over her protruding hip bone as if licking it, making the lower half of Miyuki's body tense up.
“.... Nngh...”
A tingling sensation shot through her, and a quiet moan, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, escaped Miyuki's lips.
She exhaled a long breath through her nose, and her heart sank when she saw Masako, who was sitting in front of her, start to turn her head.
‘No way...’
Had she heard her? What would she say?
But her worries were for naught; Masako didn't look back.
Relieved to see her take a new notebook from her desk drawer and start writing diligently, Miyuki was about to catch her breath when,
Slide.
Matsuda's hand moved to her waist.
Click.
With practiced ease, Matsuda undid the buckle of her skirt and slipped his hand inside.
Feeling his bold touch, Miyuki's eyes flew wide open.
So shocked she could faint, she urgently tried to pinch his side.
But when Matsuda's hand moved past her panties and touched her mons pubis, she froze and glanced around.
‘What are you doing...!’
This is the academy...! A classroom...! And we're in the middle of class...!
Miyuki barely suppressed the urge to scream. Her pupils trembled as if in an earthquake when...
Press...
...the tip of Matsuda's middle finger pressed down firmly on her mons.
A pleasant shiver shot up from below, spreading through her entire body.
Grip...
Miyuki's hand, holding her mechanical pencil, tightened. Her thighs clamped together, refusing to part as she tried to endure the rising pleasure.
Hot breaths escaped from her nose again and again, cooling her rising body temperature.
The anxiety that someone might see, combined with the sense of depravity from engaging in such an intimate act with her boyfriend in a classroom during a lesson—it all sublimated into pure pleasure, sending waves through Miyuki and instantly arousing her.
When she turned her head slightly, Matsuda's nonchalant expression came into view.
Behind him, she could also see Tetsuya's dazed eyes and slightly parted lips, looking like he was on the verge of falling asleep.
She could even see other students goofing off or secretly chatting.
No one was paying any attention to her as she was being toyed with by Matsuda.
“.....”
Feeling her body heat up more and more, Miyuki decided she couldn't let this continue.
Scribble, scribble.
Taking short, quick breaths so her classmates wouldn't notice, Miyuki's hand moved slowly.
[Matsuda-kun. Please...]
A sentence written in a shaky script.
After seeing it, the corner of Matsuda's mouth lifted slightly.
Press. Press.
Ignoring Miyuki's plea, his fingertips began to move in earnest inside her panties.
As Miyuki felt her panties grow damp from his merciless yet warm touch,
‘Ah, no...’
She quickly put her elbows on the desk and rested her chin in the crook of her arm.
“Haaaah...”
Letting out only a scorching hot sigh, Miyuki tried to focus with all her might to calm her arousal, but she squeezed her eyes shut as an intense itch spread through her lower abdomen.
‘It feels...’
Strangely, it felt too good.
The thought that she should just let it happen was quickly swallowing the thought that she should stop him.
Just how long was he planning to do this? Given Matsuda's mischievous personality, he'd probably keep going until class ended... Could she last until then?
“Huuu...”
No, she shouldn't be questioning it.
She had to endure it, no matter what.
And she would get her revenge. On Matsuda, for tormenting her.
* * *
Around the time sixth period was ending, I stopped caressing Miyuki.
She, who had been restlessly feeling my touch for nearly forty minutes, turned to look at me with dazed eyes when my hand slipped out of her skirt.
“That's all for today. Good work, everyone.”
Hearing the professor's words, Miyuki's expression turned to one of dismay as she quickly straightened her clothes.
She was probably worried the professor would ask them to bow, so she was preparing in advance.
Fortunately for her, the professor just acknowledged the students' bows with a nod and left the classroom immediately.
It was a huge relief for Miyuki. A shame for me, though.
“.... You're so mean...”
Hearing Miyuki's fading voice, I lifted my left hand, which had been resting on the desk.
Then, right in front of her, I put the middle finger I'd used to touch her into my mouth and sucked on it with a slurp, as if it were a piece of candy.
“Hk...!”
Miyuki bent forward, pulling her hips back.
She must have felt a thrill from my blatant act.
“Why is time dragging so much today...? I thought I was going to die of boredom.”
Tetsuya said as he approached, stretching his arms wide.
The time probably felt much slower for Miyuki than it did for you.
“Tetsuya-kun...”
Miyuki called out with difficulty, her ears turning red.
Noticing her condition, Tetsuya's eyes widened.
“What's wrong with your face? Are you sick? You're breaking out in a cold sweat...?”
Miyuki glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and answered.
“I... I think I'm coming down with something... Could you go home by yourself today...? Matsuda-kun has to... take me to the hospital...”
“Oh, really...? I don't remember you seeming sick this morning... Is it bad?”
“I suddenly got the chills and I feel weak...”
“Should you go to the nurse's office first?”
“No... I think it's serious... I'll just go straight to the hospital in Matsuda-kun's car...”
“Oh? Oh...! Okay... You should go quickly.”
“Yeah...”
As she finished speaking, Miyuki tried to stand up but staggered.
Tetsuya reached out to support her, but I beat him to it, leaving him in an awkward pose with his hand half-extended.
“You should be careful.”
I soothed her in a gentle voice and helped her stand straight. She stared at me with a resentful look before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“.... Yeah...”
“Can you walk? Want me to carry you?”
“Carry me? No... I can walk...”
“Alright.”
I nodded and placed Miyuki's bag, which was hanging on the hook of her desk, on top of it.
Then, I pulled out the bundle of books from her desk drawer, shoved them into her bag, and said to Tetsuya.
“Hey, Miura. Tell the kendo club I can't make it today. And tell Nanase-senpai to just do half of today's work; I'll finish the rest tomorrow at lunch.”
“O-Okay. Should I tell the student council, too?”
“Miyuki will send them a text herself.”
“Matsuda, Miyuki is sick right now...”
An irritated Tetsuya started to argue with me.
“No... It's not so bad that I can't even move my body... I'll send the text...”
But at Miyuki's intervention, he just looked dejected and scratched the side of his head.
“Right... Okay.”
“Well... we'll be going then...?”
“Yeah. Call me after you get back from the hospital.”
“Okay...”
Call you? We'll see if you can.
I slung both my bag and Miyuki's over one shoulder and walked out of the classroom, matching her pace.
Miyuki kept her body bent over, panting heavily without a single word until we reached the parking lot.
As soon as I unlocked the car with the smart key, she got into the passenger seat and gave my arm a weak pinch after I sat in the driver's seat.
“I told you to stop, so why did you keep...”
“Because I liked it.”
“Don't try to pretty it up with words like that...!”
“Let's get to the hospital. You're very sick, we should hurry.”
When I brought up the lie she'd told, she bit her lip hard and glared at me.
“Or should we go home?”
At my sly tone, Miyuki, who had been scratching the back of her hand, suddenly shifted her hips and climbed over into the driver's seat.
She climbed onto my lap and placed both hands on my shoulders.
It seemed my teasing had really gotten under her skin. And it looked like she was having a hard time calming down.
Her eyes half-lidded as if she were about to kiss me at any moment, Miyuki brought her face close to mine and slowly rocked her hips back and forth.
She looked as if the pleasure filling her head had completely overwhelmed her reason.
Grinding her vulva against the bulge in my pants, she soon began sucking on my neck.
A stinging sensation arose here and there on my neck.
At the same time, it felt like ants were crawling all over my body.
I furrowed my brow slightly and gently stroked Miyuki's hips, who seemed unaware of what she was even doing.
“That hurts. Stop it.”
At that, Miyuki's eyes shot open and she glared at me.
“I... I told you to stop, too...”
“I know.”
“But you didn't listen to me, Matsuda-kun... even though it was during class... even though you knew it would put me in a difficult position...”
“I did.”
“Then why can't I do it...? Besides, here...”
“Here?”
“I-It's just the two of us... so it's okay, right...?”
Miyuki's tone, though filled with shyness as she argued, was dripping with sexiness.
A faint scent of plum emanated from her body. The usually refreshing scent had now turned sultry, like an incense stick burning in a sealed room.
Feeling my vision swim for a moment, I said.
“We got rid of the nuisance... so it's okay.”
“Got rid of? Is Tetsuya-kun an object? Say it again, properly...”
So the problem isn't calling him a nuisance, but the phrase 'got rid of'? You also subconsciously thought Tetsuya was getting in our way, didn't you? You were annoyed by him, weren't you? Just like in the parking lot yesterday?
I'm happy. Truly.
“I was just annoyed.”
“That's just an excuse. Say it properly...”
She scolded me in a stern voice, looking like a teacher trying to punish a delinquent student with her body.
I'm so turned on I could die. Should we do it for a bit right here?
“I don't want to. It's a fact that Miura is a nuisance.”
“Why are you so immature...? It's not like you're a teenager...”
“This is just who I am.”
“Matsuda-kun... you're being really mean today...”
Saying that, Miyuki pulled her hips back slightly and placed a hand on my chest.
Her slender fingers traveled down past my solar plexus, my abdomen, and continued lower.
Soon, they slipped inside my pants, rubbing against the waistband of my boxer briefs before diving inside.
Miyuki jumped in surprise after unintentionally brushing the tip of my glans.
But it was only for a moment.
Soon, with a look of fear and curiosity in her eyes,
“.... You need to be punished...”
she whispered to me softly, wrapping the first joints of her five fingers around my glans and beginning to rub up and down.
A ticklish sensation shot up from my lower body and filled my brain. My whole body tensed up, my bent legs straightened, and the tips of my toes hit the top of the legroom.
Thump.
The dull sound brought me to my senses, and I moved the seat back to make more space.
Then I grabbed Miyuki's waist tightly.
Was she very satisfied with my flustered state? The corner of Miyuki's mouth twitched.
Is this... that technique Miyuki was studying the other day, the one for driving your man crazy?
I really feel like I'm going crazy. I'd love to take a closer look at that column.
“Miyuki... wait... Gk!”
I tried to stop Miyuki, but an overwhelming jolt of pleasure from my lower body made me bend forward involuntarily.
At the same time, Miyuki's hand slipped out of my pants.
The ecstasy vanished in an instant. My brow twitching, I lifted my head.
At first, I thought Miyuki was doing it on purpose to tease me.
But seeing her expression, I realized that wasn't it.
“.....”
Miyuki didn't know what to do.
She wasn't flustered about being so aggressive; she just had no idea what to do next.
Did she follow the column, only for my reaction to be more intense than she expected?
I let out a hollow laugh at Miyuki's innocent reaction. As my arousal began to fade, I tapped her on the butt.
“Move over to your seat. Let's go home.”
“.....”
Miyuki hesitated, just breathing heavily through her nose.
It seemed she didn't want to break the mood now that she had the upper hand.
I looked at her, her intentions so obvious, shook my head, and said.
“Should I start driving like this, then?”
“Ah, no...! We'll get in an accident...! You idiot...!”
Grunting, she moved back to the passenger seat.
She was licking her lips in disappointment, probably thinking, I shouldn't have hesitated, I should have just kept the steamy mood going...
I was disappointed, too.
I was enjoying Miyuki's seductive side and was planning to turn the tables with my own caresses...
I wanted to enjoy that special pleasure you can only feel in a unique place, something different from the usual... It's a shame it just fizzled out.
Reaching for the back of Miyuki's neck, her face still red, I gently massaged it for a moment to calm her down before starting the car.
A sudden thought occurred to me: my next car should be one with autonomous driving.