How To Ruin A Love Comedy – Chapter 152

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Did you have a good weekend, Master?”

“…”

Chinami looked up at me without answering, even though I had asked how she was doing.

Why did she look so cute with her eyes wide open, holding the ice cream in her mouth? Her cheeks were puffed out… She was so cute I could die.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

At my urging, Chinami, who had been diligently munching, took the ice cream out of her mouth.

“I have something to tell you, Matsuda-kouhai.”

“Go ahead.”

“Are you interested in the upcoming National Winter Tournament?”

“I’m not particularly interested… Why?”

“I was hoping you would participate, Matsuda-kouhai. Do you remember back then? Shortly after you joined the kendo club, you asked me for guidance. And I said ‘let’s work hard for the Winter Tournament.’”

“I remember.”

“Mhm… Since we made a promise back then, I think it’s right for you to participate this time.”

I didn’t particularly remember making a promise, but well… If Chinami wanted to go, I had to go.

Although it was a tournament with no value from my current standpoint, I would still participate. Sometimes a refresh is necessary. Yep, absolutely.

“Understood. If it’s a team competition, I’ll participate.”

Was she happy because I agreed so readily? The corners of Chinami’s mouth spread wide. Stretching out her arm and patting my back, she said.

“The individual competition is scheduled to be mainly for 2nd and 3rd years, so there will be no spots. Don’t worry about that.”

“Alright. But, Master.”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you being too cheap by eating ice cream all by yourself?”

“Ah… You’re right. Should I get you a new ice cream then?”

“No. Eating a whole one is a bit much, I’ll just have one bite. Give me that.”

“What?”

“That. The one you’re eating, Master.”

I pointed at the ice cream, covered in saliva, near the waist of the bewildered Chinami. Her eyes widened significantly as her gaze followed my finger.

“You want this…?”

“Yes. I’ll just have one bite and give it back.”

“B-But this is the one I put my saliva on…?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Whaaat…? How could you…!”

Her reaction was as if the sky itself was falling. An absolutely delicious reaction, no matter how you look at it.

I grabbed the wrist of Chinami, who was hesitating as if reluctant to give me what she was eating. Then, while she was startled, I put the top part of the ice cream in my mouth and took a bite.

“Waaaah…!?”

Chinami’s face flushed instantly in shock. Swallowing the peach scent that filled my mouth down my throat, I said nonchalantly.

“Ah, it’s been a while. Tastes so good.”

“…Ah? I-Is that so…?”

“What’s the work for today?”

“Um… Cleaning the protective gear and… checking supplies and… ah, before that, consumables are scheduled to be delivered… we also need to carry some luggage…”

“I’ll do the carrying, so shall you check the supplies, Master?”

“Ah… We can do it together…”

Did Chinami know that her body was squirming? Did she think we had an indirect kiss just because I ate the ice cream? Such a Chinami reaction. Very Chinami indeed.

I bent my knees to meet Chinami’s eyes and moved close enough for our faces to almost touch. Then, smiling gently, I patted her lower back.

“I’ll do the heavy lifting. Got it?”

“…Yes..”

“What are you doing after club activities today?”

“I-I’m supposed to hang out with Renka…”

“Really? Doing what?”

“Renka asked me to go eat cake just with her, so…”

So she’s going without me, is that it? The rebellion of a misbehaving slave… The master cannot help but keep this in mind.

“So, you agreed, Master?”

“Yeees…”

“Just the two of you eating cake, leaving your disciple out… I feel left out, it’s upsetting.”

“Ohoh…! Left out? That’s harsh…! Of course, I wanted to bring you, Matsuda-kouhai…! And Hanazawa-kouhai too, if possible..! However, Renka didn’t look well today, and it made me feel like we needed time for a frank talk between friends, you know?”

“Girl talk… Something like that?”

“Mhm! That’s right. Something like that. I’ll definitely bring you next time, Matsuda-kouhai, so I hope you can find it in your generous heart to understand… Hooi?”

Chinami stopped talking mid-sentence and fidgeted her whole body. That’s because my hand had gently stroked the line connecting her slim waist to her plump bottom.

“M-Matsuda-kouhai…! Your hand habits are very, very bad…!”

I expected her to demand what I was doing, but she came out with a line outside the usual repertoire? Moreover, she even gave off a nuance suggesting she knew the place I was touching was an intimate area.

Our Chinami… has developed significantly sexually.

“I’m just petting you?”

“O-Of course, that may be so, but… this is outside… If others see, they might misunderstand and point fingers, calling it shameful…”

“There’s no one around. Club members don’t even come up to this hillock.”

“…”

She bit into her ice cream, seemingly having run out of things to say. She sure could eat that well in weather cold enough for steam to rise. But was she skimping on actual peaches these days? It’s been a while since the last time I saw her eating one.

“Shall we stay like this for just a little longer before working?”

At my gentle question, Chinami’s head slowly nodded. The warmth transmitted from the back of her, who shyly turned her feet inward, presumably out of embarrassment.

Around the time my cold hands had warmed up moderately thanks to that, I neatly arranged the hair of Chinami, who was puffing air from her nose, and straightened my bent knees.

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Inside a certain building, bustling with noise and packed with people, Miyuki and I walked through the dimly lit space and past flashing machines, stopping in front of a booth in a corner radiating a pinkish atmosphere.

“Here?”

“Yeah.”

The place we came to was a photo booth for taking sticker photos, located inside a large arcade in the city center. We came because Miyuki wanted to take a picture to put in her wallet, and I thought experiencing this kind of analog, retro vibe wasn’t bad.

Above all, it was nice because it was fresh. Coming to a new place after always going back and forth between the same locations.

“No people here? We’re super lucky… Let’s hurry inside.”

Miyuki grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the booth. She operated the device skillfully; it wasn’t the work of someone who had only done it once or twice.

Sitting casually on the chair provided inside the booth, I asked.

“Looks like you’ve done this a lot?”

“I used to take them often with friends in high school.”

“Really? With Miura too?”

“Yeah. Not a lot, but we did take some.”

“That’s annoying.”

At those words, Miyuki snapped her head around and gave an eye smile. She looked amused by my grumbling.

Seeing that alluring face made me want to take her right here… But my friend down there had to calm down. What will I do if people start noticing my random hard-ons? What if my balls turn blue because of this?

Miyuki, who touched the screen emitting cute sound effects to add various filters and effects, sat down and linked her arm through mine.

[One, Two…!]

While I was pleased with Miyuki’s attitude, an innocent voice came from inside the machine. Quickly putting on an awkward smile,

*click!*

I looked at the two of us shown on the decoration screen after the countdown passed and the picture was taken.

Something feels cold in the air. Was my expression a bit awkward?

Just as I was thinking that, Miyuki plastered poop stickers all over the screen. To be precise, on my face. Finding her action absurd, I asked,

“What are you doing now?”

“What’s up with that face? I don’t like it. Try smiling a bit for the second one. Got it?”

Just because of that, you throw poop at it …? That’s too much.

Snorting, I deliberately put on a sullen expression and crossed my arms when Miyuki pressed the button to take the second picture. And Miyuki giggled looking at my contrarian appearance, then,

[One, Two…]

Just before the countdown, which had begun echoing inside the booth, reached three, she suddenly cupped my chin with one hand and pressed her lips against my cheek. Feeling that warm and soft sensation on my cheek, the corners of my mouth and eyes shot upwards against my will, creating a silly grin.

Did Miyuki eat something strange today? She’s being active and overflowing with affection, it’s driving me crazy. Is she trying to charm me so I don’t turn my eyes to a threesome?

“See how much better this is? You should have smiled sooner..”

Miyuki showed a satisfied smile looking at the screen where the picture appeared. She soon began decorating the background prettily and cutely with me, and after taking two more pictures, we went outside and cut the photos.

Watching Miyuki’s actions silently, I said.

“Are you going to stick it in your wallet?”

“It peels off easily if you stick it on leather… so I plan to put the photo itself in the card pocket.”

I want to stick a few of them on my desk at school, so Tetsuya can see it and cry his eyes out to the four corners of the earth.

“I don’t carry a wallet.”

“Stick it on the back of your phone case or on the table at home.”

“Not the table․ If you spill food while eating, it’ll get stained.”

“That’s true. Especially since you eat so sloppily, Matsuda-kun… It’ll get all sorts of things on it in less than a day, right?”

“You’re asking for a beating again.”

Teasing each other, we cut the sticker photos, put the gathered pile into a bag, and were about to head home. At that moment…

*whoosh…*

A refreshing scent faintly drifted into my nostrils. It was the scent of lemon mixed with lots of sweet sugar… It was incredibly pleasant.

It was a subtle yet striking smell, enough to be described as fateful. And if I felt this way, the owner of this scent was probably…

‘Hiyori?’

There was a possibility it was the last heroine, Hiyori. Was she planning to reveal herself before my eyes now, with the year-end approaching? Not to Tetsuya?

If so, it was favorable news, but… no matter how much I looked around the arcade, I couldn’t even find anything that looks remotely like Hiyori’s back.

“What’s wrong? Looking for the restroom?”

Coming back to my senses at Miyuki’s question, directed at me as I stood stock-still looking around, I looked down at her and smiled brightly.

“No, it’s nothing. Let’s go.”

“What…? Are you really okay?”

“Yeah.”

If the owner of this scent really was Hiyori, we would surely run into each other soon.

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