Chapter 83: Is Being an Otaku Embarrassing!? #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 83: Is Being an Otaku Embarrassing!? #2
The place Renka took me to was a small shop on a secluded street.
She could have taken me to a store she knew well, but it seemed she came here out of concern that a clerk might recognize her.
Still, the atmosphere was pretty nice.
There were quite a few people, and the selection of items was surprisingly diverse.
It looked like the kind of shop that stays afloat through word of mouth... Renka must feel like she's just stumbled upon a hidden gem of a restaurant, right?
“.....”
She was showing interest in the plastic model section for mecha series.
I could tell she was dying to buy one but was holding back because of me.
I went over to the display case lined with SD figures and examined the one I was planning to buy.
How can something the size of my palm be so expensive?
I know being a fan costs money, but this was just too much.
“Aren't you going to pick one?”
Renka asked, having come up behind me at some point.
I scratched the side of my head and picked out a figure of a yellow-haired character in a sword-drawing stance.
“...You like that character?”
“Yes. He’s called Zenitsu. I think his techniques are cool.”
“I see... Well... it says so on the price tag. Zenitsu... 8,000 yen...”
He's your favorite character! Why are you pretending you don't know him!
Are you ashamed of being a weeb!?
“I wanted to buy the limited edition, but this one is the next best thing.”
I smacked my lips in disappointment and glanced at her shopping bag again. Renka immediately clutched the bag to her chest.
Anyone could see she was cradling something precious.
I let out a dry laugh and asked.
“You must really love your nephew, huh?”
“...Is there anyone who doesn't love their nephew?”
“I’m sure people like that exist. Anyway, I’m done. Is there anything you want to buy, senpai?”
“No, I’m fine. Are you just buying that one thing?”
“Yes. There was another character I wanted to buy, but they don't have it.”
“What character?”
“A male character with flame-colored hair.”
The moment I mentioned her second-favorite character, she flinched again.
It was so obvious what she was thinking, it was ridiculous.
She’s been acting awkward this whole time, she should at least commit to the act... What's she going to do if she gets caught?
It's going to be hard for me to keep pretending I don't notice.
“It must be around here somewhere... Look carefully.”
“I already did, and it’s not here. Let’s go.”
After paying, I walked outside with the small shopping bag in my hand and saw Renka glancing at the store's name.
It seemed she liked the place and was memorizing the name to come back alone later.
“I don’t have a desk at home. Where do you think I should put this?”
As I peered into the shopping bag, Renka turned her gaze to the road and answered.
“Don’t people who buy figures usually have some kind of display case...? I think they were selling small ones inside the store...”
“Is a display case really necessary?”
“I don’t know... People who are just casual fans probably don’t need one... You could probably put it on top of the TV... I don’t really know, so you figure it out.”
It was funny how she was subtly giving me tips.
Suppressing the smirk that threatened to form, I said, “Where do you live? I’ll give you a ride.”
“I told you, you don’t have to.”
“Hey, what’s with the suspicion when I’m offering you a ride out of kindness?”
“I’m not being suspicious, it’s just...”
“By the way, is that how you normally like to dress?”
“What are you...”
“I’ve only ever seen you in your uniform or your martial arts uniform. It looks good on you.”
“Shut up.”
Her affection level must be near rock bottom, because the compliment had no effect.
For now, you’re just showing your navel, but later, I’ll make you take a nude walk.
It might be nice to have you on a collar and have sex outdoors.
The thrill of almost being seen by others... just thinking about it gives me chills.
I hope Renka will like it too.
Though I’ll be the one making her like it.
I shrugged and pointed to a public parking lot in the distance.
“I won’t do anything, so let’s go. You bought a gift for your nephew. What if the shopping bag gets crumpled on a packed train? What if the contents get damaged from being jostled by people?”
“You’re being dramatic... Besides, rush hour is over, so it probably won’t be that packed.”
“But it’ll still be crowded.”
“...I suppose so.”
“Then it’s settled. Let’s go.”
“No, wait a minute... Hey! Matsuda!”
Renka hurried after me as I headed for the parking lot after my pronouncement.
She called my name in an angry voice, but she quickly fell silent. It seemed my words had planted a seed of anxiety in her mind.
Right, you bought a precious limited edition figure. It would suck if people kept bumping into you.
But taking a taxi would be too expensive...
So let’s just go in comfort.
* * *
Renka’s home was a traditional-style house.
I’d seen it often while playing DokiAka, but this was my first time seeing it in person. The atmosphere was quite nice.
The tradition was palpable, starting from the old-fashioned roof...
It felt like a perfect match for Renka’s image in her martial arts uniform.
“Is this it?”
I asked, having parked the car in front of the house. Renka nodded.
“That’s right.”
“Nice house. And you don’t have to thank me.”
“Then I won’t.”
Ah... my dear Renka...
I want to hurry up and train that chilly attitude out of you...!
I want to see you wearing a dog collar and a maid outfit, calling me Master in a reluctant voice.
I want to see you in a bunny girl outfit that emphasizes your Y-zone, doing the bunny dance with a humiliated expression.
I want to see you getting fucked while wearing all sorts of cosplay outfits.
And then, I’ll go crazy watching you gradually become addicted to the pleasure I give, dedicating your body and soul to me.
Forcibly calming my surging motivation, I said, “You should head in. Make sure to give your nephew his gift.”
“...You know we have a sparring match tomorrow, right?”
A sparring match?
That was unexpected news.
“No. I didn’t know.”
“Chinami didn’t tell you?”
Chinami was in full-on shy-mode all day today. She could barely even speak.
“Nope.”
“Really? We decided to split the first-years who joined in the first semester and the ones who joined in the second semester into teams for a match. It’s just to check how much everyone has improved, so don’t take it too seriously.”
What a shame.
It was a chance to legally beat Tetsuya to a pulp and crush what little was left of his masculine pride.
“Understood.”
“And Matsuda, you especially... you can’t fight like you did when you sparred with me.”
“You mean I should go easy on them?”
“I mean don’t just move on instinct like you did then. Spar using the things you’ve learned from Chinami so far.”
“Sure, whatever.”
Renka’s eyebrow twitched at my indifferent reply.
I could see the determination in her eyes to set aside a day to properly teach me a lesson.
“I’m going. Thanks for the ride.”
Renka, who’d said she wouldn’t, offered her thanks and got out of the car.
After closing the door, she walked toward her house without a backward glance.
As I watched her stop at the gate and search for her keys, admiring the inverted triangular gap between her long thighs, I took my foot off the brake, inhaling the faint blueberry scent lingering in the car.
Miyuki is plum, Chinami is peach, and Renka is blueberry.
All three scents suit them well.
* * *
The next day.
After picking up Miyuki and sharing a kiss as usual, I watched her drink her milk and asked, “What’s with the milk?”
“It was just on the table, so I brought it... Do you want some, Matsuda-kun?”
I leaned my face toward Miyuki’s, intending to lick the milk from the corner of her lips.
But Miyuki, having read my mind, jerked her head back, and my attempt failed.
As I smacked my lips in disappointment, Miyuki said in a prim tone, “Could you not do that at every waking moment... It’d be one thing if you at least gave me a warning... I can’t let my guard down for a second...”
“Why are you so prickly today?”
“What do you mean, prickly... Just hurry up and drive, you idiot...”
“Did you give him a stern talking-to?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You said you were going to have a word with Miura.”
“Ah... that... I did talk to him.”
“What did you say?”
“I said that since we’re the ones getting a ride in your car... it’s basic manners to be out here ahead of time... so he shouldn’t be late from now on.”
“And what did he say?”
“He said he understood and that he was sorry...”
I should have been there for that. It’s a real shame I missed it.
Should I just move near Miyuki’s house?
Then I’d be able to see all sorts of nice things.
“That’s not a scolding.”
“Who said I was going to scold him...? I just said I’d have a word with him...”
“A shame.”
“What’s a shame... Lately, it feels like you really hate Tetsuya-kun...”
She’s right, I do hate him.
A guy has to be just the right amount of pathetic to be likable.
Without answering, I stared straight ahead, started the car, and changed the subject.
“Tomorrow’s the weekend. You’re sleeping over tonight, right?”
“Ah, yeah... probably...?”
“What do you mean, probably?”
“I haven’t told my parents yet because I feel bad asking... I’ll try calling my mom at lunch... Kyaa!”
Miyuki suddenly let out a shriek as if she were about to faint.
My hand had lifted her uniform blouse and was slithering inside, fondling her soft skin.
Miyuki’s body was as warm as ever.
As I kneaded her lower abdomen and tried to move my hand further down, Miyuki squeezed her legs tightly together and grumbled.
“I almost spilled the milk...! What would you have done if it got on the seat...”
“You can spill. I’ll clean it all up.”
Did she like the sound of that?
The corners of Miyuki’s mouth lifted faintly.
But then she spotted Tetsuya waiting up ahead and chided me.
“Take your hand out... Tetsuya-kun is right there...”
A fun idea popped into my head. I slowly drove the car toward him.
With all the doors locked, and my hand still caressing Miyuki’s bare skin.
“Ma-Matsuda-kun...! What are you doing...? Are you crazy...?”
Miyuki, realizing my plan, tried desperately to pull my hand away, but...
Squeeze...
“Ugh!”
I gently pressed the soft flesh just below her mons pubis, and her body jolted once before she began to tremble.
Her warm skin, felt through her panties.
I gently traced the straight, slit-like line in the middle of that plump flesh back and forth with my middle finger, when...
Rattle, rattle.
“Matsuda? The door’s locked!”
Hearing Tetsuya’s confused voice as he tried to open the back door, Miyuki was about to crush the milk carton, so I pulled my hand away.
“Hah...!”
Miyuki let out a strained moan and quickly straightened her clothes.
She couldn’t even catch her breath properly; she must have been in quite a panic.
I carefully took the milk carton from Miyuki’s hand and gulped down the milk while observing her.
After watching her tuck the bottom of her uniform blouse into her skirt, I unlocked the car doors.
Beep-!
The back door opened with the sound of the lock disengaging.
Tetsuya got in with a dumbfounded look on his face and asked, “What’s up? Is the car broken?”
“No, I was pressing a different button. I’m still out of it since it’s morning.”
Tetsuya, falling for my nonchalant excuse, nodded.
Then he joked with a smile, “You’re not going to get into an accident, are you?”
“Of all the jokes to make. Move your head. You’re blocking the rearview mirror.”
“Sorry. Hey, Miyuki.”
Tetsuya greeted her, completely oblivious to the erotic little scene that had just unfolded in the car.
Miyuki answered without turning around.
“Ah, hey... Tetsuya-kun.”
“What’s wrong with your voice? Did you cough?”
“Ah, yeah... I choked on something I was drinking...”
Miyuki brought a fist to her mouth and coughed a few times before shooting me a glare.
She was silently fuming, glaring daggers at me, but there was no sign of genuine dislike.
She was simply chiding me for my mischievous prank.
With eyes full of affection.
A little more subtly than I did in the classroom that one time, I brought the middle finger that had touched her down there to my mouth and flicked it with the tip of my tongue.
At that, Miyuki whipped her head around to face the window.
I could see her hands, resting on her knees, clenching into tight, pale fists and trembling.
She was clearly aroused, but it seemed her surprise was still greater than her desire for now.
Still, her reactions were gradually improving.
Will she scold me later when we’re alone?
I hope I get a good scolding.
Preferably with her hands.