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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Matsuda-kun.”
Miyuki’s voice reaches me from behind.
I had finished eating amidst the warm and cheerful atmosphere and was on my way to the restroom to brush my teeth when I replied without even turning around.
“That won’t work on me.”
“…What a shame. How did you know?”
When Kana readily confessed her own identity, only then did I turn around with a sly grin.
“I just had a feeling.”
In reality, I knew by the pitch of the voice.
Ever since our first intimate encounter, Miyuki calls out to me with a voice tinged with shyness.
Despite trying to act cool, her voice couldn’t hide her flushed state.
That fresh timbre was completely absent when Kana called me, so I could immediately tell it was her.
“Is it a good intuition? Or are you hiding something?”
Kana slightly leaned forward, her hands creeping around her lower back.
She was mimicking Miyuki’s actions… but unlike her, she seemed rather sly.
However, the way she half-opened her eyes while emphasizing her breasts was quite to my liking.
I wonder if she would agree if I asked her to let me fondle those.
“What would I be hiding?”
“Never mind.”
Woah. How nonchalantly she plays it.
Watching Kana bounce away with lively steps, I headed to the bathroom to diligently finish brushing my teeth. When I was about to go down to the first floor, Miyuki poked her head out of her room, prompting me to chuckle.
“What are you doing there?”
“Come in quickly… Let’s eat some fruit.”
“What about your mom and dad? Is it okay not to go down and check?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. They said they’d go up first.”
Taking the initiative and setting the stage… Our Miyuki has really grown up.
I feel proud.
Upon entering her room, I was about to close the door when I frowned at the sound of a Maneki-Neko hanging from the door.
As I stared intently at it, Miyuki approached and said,
“I bought it with Tetsuya-kun a while back… Cute, isn’t it?”
“It was here last time too… Do you always keep it hanging?”
“Yeah.”
“Doesn’t the noise bother you?”
“Not really…? Do you not like it, Matsuda-kun?”
“Yeah. I don’t like it.”
“Why?”
I turned to look at Miyuki without a word.
Confused by my intense gaze, she asked again,
“Why don’t you like it?”
“Did Miura tell you to hang that up?”
“No, it’s not that… We just decided to hang them in our rooms…”
Tetsuya must have brought it up first. I can almost picture him saying “Let’s hang them in each of our rooms.” like an idiot.
“Is there one in Miura’s room too?”
“Yeah. Probably.”
“Let’s take it down. It bothers me to see another man matching something with my girlfriend.”
At the word ‘girlfriend,’ Miyuki flinched.
Seemingly embarrassed by the implicit acknowledgment of our relationship, she blinked rapidly, alternating her gaze between me and the Maneki-Neko, and then, regaining her composure, she said in a tiny voice,
“That was just a memento of friendship, a keepsake of memories…”
“It’s not just in your room, but in Miura’s as well. Let’s take it down and hang this instead.”
I pulled out something from my pocket that I had ordered on a weekday and received just yesterday.
It was a chain, unmistakably bearing the initials H.M. and M.K., clearly derived from Miyuki’s name and mine.
“A chain…?”
“Yeah. I got it yesterday.”
Miyuki gazed intently at the chain swinging from my hand, shimmering gold. Her lips quivered slightly, unable to avert her eyes until after a long moment she finally looked up at me.
“Why did you make it with these initials?”
“When you were drawing on the Post-it at the ramen place, you wrote those initials. I thought it was nice, so I made it. I was going to just give it to you to keep, but seeing that…” I nodded toward the Maneki-Neko, “I changed my mind. Hang this one instead.”
“What… Are you jealous now…?”
“Think whatever you want.”
I finished speaking and extended the chain to Miyuki, my gesture clearly indicating that she should replace the current one immediately. Catching the hint, Miyuki hesitated for only a moment before accepting the chain I offered.
“Alright… I’ll hang this one instead.”
After a brief glance at the Maneki-neko, a memento of her time with Tetsuya, she showed no signs of hesitation as she swapped the chains. Then she carefully placed the Maneki-neko on the desk.
“Is this better?”
“That’ll do for now.”
I’d settle for just this change today. I’d have to make sure it gets thrown away later.
“You’re acting really strange today…”
Miyuki murmured to herself as she sat on the bed and stabbed a piece of melon with her fork, then hesitated as if about to offer it to me. She seemed to remember how after I gave her a piece of melon, we kissed for the first time.
Approaching her, I said,
“It’s not strange; I think it’s a normal reaction. Miura, that bastard… the fact that he has another one matching this one hanging in his own room makes me feel shady vibes from him, to be honest.”
“Matsuda-kun…! Don’t curse…!”
“What do you want me to do when the curse words just come out.”
I forcibly took the fork from Miyuki’s hand and popped the melon into my mouth.
Seeing this, Miyuki let out a snicker and shook her head.
“Well, in my opinion, you are the shady one, Matsuda-kun…”
I admit that.
But my shadiness is something I’m upfront about, while Tetsuya’s shadiness would just bring pain to everyone around him.
It’s about self-awareness or lack thereof.
There’s a tremendous difference between the two.
“Whatever. Just eat your fruit.”
Miyuki was about to eat a forkful of apple slices.
But when I pushed my hand away, she pretended to back off and then bit into the apple with her front teeth, mouth wide open.
With a demure glance at me, Miyuki chewed on the apple,
“Hic!”
And she jolted as if hiccupping when I started to gently stroke her hand resting on her knee.
From the thumb to the pinky, I traced the lines of the bones to their tips.
Creating an intimate atmosphere in such a manner, as I gradually drew Miyuki’s hand towards me,
“Matsuda-kun… what are you doing…”
Miyuki’s voice, laced with a hint of reprimand, questioned me as she swallowed the apple quickly.
Continuing to touch her without any intention of letting go, I murmured softly.
“Well, your hand is just too beautiful.”
“…”
There’s no need to only focus on the erogenous zones to amplify the sensations.
Just locking eyes and whispering gently, even the slightest touch can provide ample stimulation.
Miyuki, taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor, hesitated as she tried to withdraw her hand.
It seemed she liked it – My speaking to her this way while caressing her body.
However, given the place we were in, there was a hint of reluctance.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here… This is…”
“This is your house, isn’t it? But why? Is there a problem?”
As I indirectly pointed out that intimacy between lovers is natural, Miyuki, catching the undertone of my words, replied in a shrinking voice.
“That’s not it, but…”
Her body had tensed up, rigid with contraction. Evidently nervous about being in a place with her parents and older sister.
But as I embraced her gently, she quickly relaxed and softened in my arms.
“You’ve been driving me crazy lately.”
Even such cringey lines serve as good leverage for stirring emotions in situations like this.
As expected, Miyuki, intoxicated by the atmosphere in an instant, clung tightly around my waist.
“…Ehh…”
A cute, revealing whimper slipped from her lips, showing her eagerness and her arms tightened around me as if vowing never to let go. Slowly turning my head, I planted a kiss on her cheek with a smack.
“Waah…”
At that, a warm breath escaped from Miyuki’s nose and mouth, tickling the nape of my neck.
Already heated up, she moved her hips to fully press against me, and her big toe wriggled like a worm.
“You like this, don’t you?”
To my question, which was a mix of familiarity and playfulness, Miyuki leaned her forehead against my shoulder.
The hand that had been around my waist was now gripping my T-shirt as if to tear it.
“See? You do like it.”
“…”
“No answer? So you don’t like it?”
“No…! I like it…!”
She answered sharply, almost in protest to the negative suggestion, and I let out a low laugh.
Whether it was the rumble in my voice that thrilled her or something else, Miyuki, trembling through and through, buried her face in the inside of my T-shirt.
Seeing her, now devoid of any prior reluctance, almost brought a laugh from me.
Planting her lips just above my collarbone, she soon began marking me with small, sucking sounds, engraving her presence on my neck.
The suction was strong enough to sting, but the ticklish sensation was more intense, leading to pleasure.
As I felt a thrilling sensation running down my spine, I whispered into Miyuki’s ear, who was engrossed in leaving a kiss mark.
“Are you a pervert?”
“…”
Annoyed by my teasing tone, Miyuki pinched my waist weakly.
Still busy sucking on my skin, she responded as I gently massaged her nape.
“Just so you know, I had locked the door. Is it okay now?”
Her body flinched at that meaningful statement.
As she answered my silent question with her own silence, I carefully-
*swoosh*
-tossed her onto the bed.
“Eh…!”
Miyuki looked up at me as I prepared to really start.
Meeting her moist eyes directly, I smiled broadly.
“…”
Miyuki muttered, biting her lower lip gently.
“…Mom and Dad are here…”
“And your sister too.”
“Yeah… my sister too… so…”
“So?”
“So, just a little… really just a little…”
I don’t think we would be able to stop at just that.
You think the same, don’t you?
I slyly changed the subject.
“Shall we go for a walk after dinner tonight?”
“…Matsuda-kun… answer me first…”
“My neck seems to be stinging, should I put a band-aid on it?”
“Do-don’t put it on… No… just answer… don’t change the subject…”
“You look beautiful today.”
Flushing at the direct complement, Miyuki, as if trying to urge me once more, placed her hand on my chest,
“…”
But she eventually seemed to give up on convincing me, shaking her head as if to say it couldn’t be helped.
No, rather than saying she gave up, it’d be right to say that she decided to get caught up in this atmosphere herself too.
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