Chapter 85: Chinami Was Soft
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 85: Chinami Was Soft
All the opponents I had sparred with accepted my apology with a smile.
My uncharacteristically subdued yet sincere tone, where I admitted my fault without bruising their pride, had worked perfectly.
The fact that there was a huge skill gap to begin with, combined with my recent reputation for having turned over a new leaf, played a big part. Thanks to that, I got through the sparring incident without any trouble.
As I headed to the storage room with Chinami, I grinned at her, her usual gentle expression having returned.
“Is that good enough?”
“Yes. You did very well.”
“So I can touch your cheeks now, right?”
“...Excuse me?”
Chinami’s mouth fell open.
She looked completely dumbfounded.
“You said you’d let me touch them if I won the spar.”
“Wh-when did I...? I never said such a thing...? You were the one who said you were going to touch them, Junior...! I never gave you permission...!”
“Didn’t you give me permission by hitting my helmet twice back then?”
“How is that permission...? Junior, I think you really need to see a doctor...!”
“Just once.”
“No.”
“Seriously, just once... I really want to touch them.”
As I stubbornly insisted, Chinami looked up at me with an expression of utter disbelief.
“Why on earth would you want to touch someone’s cheeks...?”
“It’s not just anyone’s cheeks. I want to touch them because they’re my Master’s. They look like they’d be soft.”
“Of course they’re soft, they’re cheeks...! Anyway, no...!”
“If you ignore the before and after, I did well in the spar today... and I gave a heartfelt apology just like you told me to, Master. Don’t I deserve a reward? How is a disciple supposed to improve without some kind of prize?”
“That’s why I was about to buy you ice cream...”
“My stomach hurts from eating two ice creams every day.”
Step, step.
With every step I took toward Chinami, she took one back, matching my stride.
“J-Junior...! You can’t do this...! This isn’t right...!”
She spouted lines like a heroine in an erotic training story. It was adorable.
Thud.
The storage room wasn’t small, but it wasn’t exactly spacious either. Chinami’s back soon hit the wall.
With nowhere left to run, she stood on her tiptoes, pressing her body flat against the wall.
The way her eyes widened as if she’d seen a ghost, revealing the whites all around, was pretty.
I looked down deeply at Chinami, who was giving off a strong peach scent.
“...Haaaah...”
With a long sigh, her body swayed back and forth.
She looked dazed, just like the Momo-nim in her profile picture.
Staring at her, I silently reached out a hand.
“Eek!”
In the past, she would have whipped her head away to dodge, but there was no sign of that now.
She just let out a short gasp and squeezed her eyes shut.
A large part of me wanted to touch her without a word, but...
“Can I touch them?”
I figured it was right to ask first.
“.....”
Chinami fluttered one of her closed eyes open.
Her lips trembled as she asked back in a voice quieter than a mosquito’s buzz.
“If I let you... will you listen to me from now on...?”
When had I ever not listened to her?
I was pretty good at doing what I was told.
“Of course.”
“Th-then I’ll allow it for just 10 seconds...! H-here, go ahead and touch them...!”
You saying suggestive things like that is what gets me turned on, even in a situation like this.
I smiled, feeling like the happiest man in the world, and saw Chinami’s expression soften slightly as she watched me.
Seizing the opportunity, I placed my hands on both of her cheeks.
“Hnyuh...!”
After letting out a surprised gasp, I began to explore Chinami’s cheeks.
They felt incredibly smooth.
They stretched when I pulled them and flattened out over a wide area when I pressed them, just like mochi.
The way they dimpled when poked was an added bonus. Just touching her cheeks felt amazing.
As I mindlessly fiddled with Chinami’s plump cheeks,
“Shtop! Shtop...!”
Her cheeks were squished, making her rosy lips, which now looked like a goldfish’s, mumble.
“You want me to stop?”
“Shtop...!”
Seeing her brow furrow, I figured she’d blow up if I continued any longer.
Feeling a fluffy satisfaction well up in my chest, I took my hands off her cheeks.
Just then, Chinami’s face, red as if it were about to explode, buckled at the knees.
I quickly steadied her and asked.
“Are you okay?”
“Huaah... Haaaah...”
It was as if all the tension had drained out of her... she was panting as if we’d just had a wild round.
Was it because we kept making eye contact? I always find her reactions so entertaining.
I carefully helped the nearly collapsing Chinami sit on the floor and silently patted her back.
“I’m sorry. It was because of my selfishness...”
As I said that, I subtly brought my fingertips to the nape of her neck, stroking it as if to tickle her.
I didn’t forget to gently scratch the fair, smooth area where it met her shoulder line with my nails.
“Heek...!”
Flinch, flinch.
Her body trembled as if she’d been hit by static electricity.
Her eyes, now hazy, turned to look at me as her mouth struggled to open.
“J-Juniooor...! Stop...”
“Are you not feeling well? Did you hate it that much when I touched your cheeks?”
“Th-that’s not it... Heek...!”
“Then why are you acting like this?”
“No...! Kkh...!”
Clenching her teeth, she used all her strength to push me away.
She was gasping for breath. It seemed that touching the blatant erogenous zone that is the nape of her neck for the first time in a while had given her quite a bit of pleasure.
I became extremely curious what kind of reaction I’d get if I were to suck on that spot where her baby hairs were.
“You look like you’re running a fever. Should I get you some ice cream?”
At my question, which was filled with concern, Chinami slowly nodded without even looking at me.
“Yeees... Peach... I need peach ice cream...”
“Alright. Then just wait here for a moment. I’ll go buy some.”
“N-no...! There’s some... in the lounge refrigerator...”
“It’s the women’s lounge, so I can’t go in.”
“I’ll... go get it...!”
Struggling to her feet, Chinami wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Then, as if to calm her mind and body, she let out a sharp exhale through her nose. Hmph!
“I’ll be right back with it... so you stay right here, Junior...!”
“Got it. Oh, and I don’t need one.”
“Why not...?”
“I told you. My stomach hurts from eating two a day.”
“Then just have one...!”
Chinami stated it like a command and left the storage room.
Seeing her reaction today, I think it’s about time I start giving her a proper massage...
I’ll keep giving her pleasure in small doses like I just did, get her addicted, and then seize my chance.
* * *
For some reason, the third-floor hallway where the student council room was located smelled of books.
Should I call it a goody-two-shoes kind of atmosphere?
It had that kind of feel.
As I ambled down the hall, I saw Miyuki holding a book up ahead and walked over to her.
When she spotted me, Miyuki waved with a bright expression.
“Matsuda-kun...! Are you done with cleaning?”
“Yeah. Where’d Miura go?”
“He said he was making a quick trip to the bathroom. I guess his stomach really hurts. Anyway, Matsuda-kun, I heard you got a huge scolding at sparring today?”
That bastard Tetsuya must have been running his mouth about me again.
He should be trying to score points by promoting himself... You never change, do you?
The more you act like that, the better it is for me.
Keep it up until all the good fortune you have with women flies away.
“That’s right. The captain and Nanase-senpai chewed me out for being too rough.”
“How were you rough? You didn’t actually hurt anyone, did you...?”
“Am I some kind of delinquent?”
“You’re not?”
I let out a dry laugh and glanced around.
A quiet, empty hallway. Perfect for doing something a little secret and erotic.
Could she have read my mind?
Miyuki shook her head as if to say ‘not a chance’ and spoke.
“Don’t get any weird ideas.”
“What idea did I have?”
“Something dirty.”
“What kind of dirty?”
“I’m not answering that.”
I chuckled at Miyuki for not falling for my lead-in and asked.
“Did you talk to your mom?”
“Yeah. She said it’s okay.”
“Did you tell her you were going to that non-existent friend’s house again?”
“I didn’t have a choice...”
“I wasn’t trying to give you a hard time. Let’s go now.”
“Now? What about Tetsuya-kun?”
“I’m tired today.”
At my serious tone, Miyuki glanced at the sign for the men’s restroom.
“Really tired...? Exhausted?”
“Not that much, but it’s a pain to drop off just Miura.”
Tonight was the night Miyuki was sleeping over at my place.
There was no need to waste time and energy going all the way to her neighborhood.
Besides, I had consistently given Tetsuya a ride until now.
I’d grumbled a lot and skipped a few times, but I never asked for anything in return.
Miyuki, who knew that very well, bit her lower lip.
“Okay... Then do you want to go to the parking lot first?”
“You’re going to talk to Miura?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you going to say?”
“Well... I’ll just have to tell him I have prior plans with you, Matsuda-kun, so he should go home first today...”
So you’ve improved enough to be somewhat honest, huh?
I especially like the part where you mention me.
My dear Miyuki... I’ll give you a reward when we get home.
I nodded and said.
“Tell him nicely. And let’s try something new today.”
“Something new...? What is it...?”
Miyuki’s eyes darted around.
For a moment, she looked anxious.
I gave her a meaningful smile and said.
“I’ll tell you when we get home. I’m leaving. Finish up and come down quickly.”
As I turned to go back down the hall, Miyuki grabbed my wrist.
“Wait...! What is it...?”
“It’s no fun if you know beforehand, is it?”
“No? I think it’d be more fun if I knew beforehand. Don’t make me anxious, tell me now...!”
I pulled Miyuki closer and answered by giving her a light kiss on the forehead.
Did that affectionate gesture ease her anxiety a little?
The grip Miyuki had on my wrist loosened slightly.
“...Just tell me this... It’s not something that hurts, is it...?”
Hurts? Did she think it was something like spanking or whipping?
“It’s not like that.”
“O-okay... As long as it’s not that...”
“Oh? So anything else is fine?”
Miyuki’s eyebrows twitched at my mischievous question.
Sighing as if she couldn’t believe me, she pushed my chuckling shoulder.
“Just go already... you idiot.”