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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Come to think of it, Takashi isn’t here,” I muttered, staring blankly at my textbook before class started.
Miyuki tilted her head and asked, “Takashi? You don’t mean Watanabe Takashi, do you?”
“Yeah. He was supposed to come back two weeks ago, but he said he was learning his father’s business and I haven’t heard from him.”
“I wish he wouldn’t come back at all.”
That was blunt.
Well, Miyuki hated Takashi even more than I did.
The fact that she called him by his full name, without even the honorific “kun,” spoke volumes.
“Don’t hate him too much. He helped me when I was getting beaten up.”
“I know. But what can I do if I hate him? He’s just… cheap.”
“Aren’t I the same?”
“Yeah. Matsuda-kun, you’re cheap too. But…”
Miyuki glanced at the front of the classroom and lowered her voice.
“Not as much as Watanabe Takashi. And Matsuda-kun, you’re… pleasantly cheap.”
What on earth did “pleasantly cheap” even mean?
Was it similar to saying that it’s funny when a handsome guy makes dirty jokes?
I gave a weak laugh at Miyuki’s somewhat bizarre answer, pulled my chair closer, and slipped my hand between her thighs.
“Like this?”
Miyuki startled at the touch and looked around.
She wriggled, grabbed my wrist, and pushed my hand away.
Then, in a very small voice, she whispered, “Don’t do this in the morning…”
“Why?”
“Why…? What kind of question is that…? If anyone sees us, we’ll both get penalized…”
Seeing her hunched over her desk, frowning, made me want to do things I shouldn’t.
I obediently withdrew my hand, and Miyuki, relieved, straightened up and sat properly.
Soon after, a middle-aged teacher walked in with a tired face and began taking attendance.
Then, class started.
While everyone was quietly following the teacher’s explanation,
Something soft slipped between my legs as I was taking notes.
I flinched and stopped writing with my mechanical pencil. The “something” started blatantly rubbing my crotch.
“…”
I looked back at Miyuki with a bewildered expression, but she was staring at the blackboard without blinking.
Yet, she continued to move her hand, teasing me. It was ridiculous that she was the one enjoying it after telling me not to do it.
She must have liked it when I was a little vulnerable while she was giving me a handjob yesterday.
As time passed, Miyuki touched me even more boldly.
Blood started rushing to my lower body.
Every time Miyuki squeezed, my lower half twitched against my will.
“Matsuda? Are you uncomfortable?”
The teacher, who was looking around the classroom while teaching, pointed at me.
At the same time, everyone’s eyes turned to me, and Miyuki’s hand quickly retreated.
Feeling a pang of disappointment as my excitement was interrupted, I shook my head.
“….No, sir. I was just adjusting my position…”
“Alright. Now, so here…”
He continued the lesson.
I let out a quiet, heated sigh and looked at Miyuki.
“What?”
Miyuki looked back at me with a nonchalant expression.
Look at her, acting all natural and shameless. Is she becoming like me?
Without a word, we both burst into laughter at the same time.
Then, the back of my head started itching, and I turned around to see Tetsuya glancing at us as we were fooling around.
Was he feeling conflicted?
He seemed sullen when I gave him a ride to the academy today…
The more I peel back his layers, the more new sides of him I discover.
In a bad way.
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After afternoon classes, on the way to club activities.
Tetsuya, who had been depressed all day, looked much more relaxed.
He seemed to be looking forward to seeing Renka…
It seemed like he still had feelings for Miyuki, so he wasn’t happy that I was with her, but he also wanted to enjoy the good vibes with Renka.
Maybe the real playboy wasn’t me, but him. I entertained the thought.
Tetsuya, who had been walking in silence, finally spoke as we almost reached the kendo club room.
“Are you working as a manager today, too?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think we could have a match after you’re done?”
“A match?”
“I lost so badly during the training camp… I said I’d show you what I could do, but I didn’t really get a chance. I’m feeling a bit restless…”
So he did have that much competitive spirit.
Good, keep working hard. It’s good to see.
I nudged Tetsuya’s shoulder and said something I didn’t mean.
“What do you mean you didn’t get a chance…? You got hit on the wrist and I got angry and just started hitting you. It would’ve been different if we’d actually had a kendo match.”
“Since when are you so humble?”
“The bastard complains even when I try to be nice? Anyway, we can’t just have a match whenever we want. Putting on the bogu, sparring, showering, and cleaning up afterward takes quite a while. We can do it next time, unless Miyuki finishes late.”
“That’s true… I guess so. Then we’ll definitely do it next time, right?”
Would we, though? Now that he’d gotten what he wanted?
I don’t waste time on things like that.
“Sure.”
We entered the club room, greeted the other members, and changed into our uniforms.
Afterward, I went outside and parted ways with Tetsuya. I approached Chinami, who was checking the bogu in the storage room, and greeted her.
“Hello, Master.”
“Oh, you’re here. Did you get home alright yesterday?”
“Yes. Did you get a good rest, Master?”
“Of course. I rested so well that I was all wobbly when I woke up this morning.”
Chinami wiggled her arms like a worm.
I let out a weak laugh and asked, “I see. How’s the bogu?”
“I’ll have to check the one on the top shelf, but the rest are perfect. I’m glad I finished up and went home yesterday.”
“That’s good.”
I was about to reach for the bogu on the top shelf, which Chinami couldn’t reach, but I changed my mind.
This was a chance to create a small, personal event. I couldn’t miss it.
Nodding, I crouched down in front of Chinami with my back to her.
“I’ll give you a piggyback ride so you can check it.”
“Huh…? A p-piggyback ride…?”
“It’s a hassle to check it and put it back up. It’s better to check it all at once and move on to other things.”
“B-But it doesn’t take that long to put it back…”
“It saves a little time, doesn’t it? Hurry up. My legs are getting tired.”
“…”
I pressed her, making up excuses, and Chinami reluctantly approached and placed her hands on my shoulders.
“Are you sure I can get on…?”
“Yes.”
At my firm reply, one of her legs finally went over my shoulder.
I held it firmly in place, and as Chinami hesitated for a moment before putting her other leg over my shoulder, I slowly stood up.
“Whoa…?”
Was she surprised by the rising view?
Chinami grabbed my hair and squeezed it tight.
She also tightened her thighs around my face.
Feeling her warm body against my back, I said, “Now you can check.”
“O-Okay…! But kouhai… do you really see things from this high up every day…?”
“I’m not as tall as where you’re looking from right now, Master.”
“Even so… Wow… This is amazing. I haven’t been on a piggyback ride since I was little… B-By the way, am I too heavy…?”
“You’re not heavy, but could you please let go of my hair?”
“What do you mean…? Oh!”
Chinami realized she was still pulling my hair and quickly let go.
Only one hand, though.
The other hand was still tangled in my hair.
“S-Sorry… I was scared I’d fall…”
“I’m holding you, so you’ll be fine as long as you don’t lean too far forward or backward. So, will you let go?”
“No…”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Hey…! You can’t discourage me like that when I’m trying to be brave…!”
I had given her a piggyback ride hoping for a heartwarming atmosphere, not for her to be scared like someone riding a horse for the first time…
I know things don’t always go my way, but it was still a little disappointing.
Resigned, I carried Chinami to the shelves.
“Let me check it first.”
“O-Okay…! Phew…!”
Chinami let out a long breath as if trying to calm down and started checking the bogu with one hand.
Before long, her thighs, which had been tense, relaxed, and her grip on my hair loosened.
Chinami was getting used to it and relaxing.
“Hmm… This is fun. It feels like riding a carousel.”
As I felt Chinami’s soft skin against my back while waiting for her to finish checking the bogu,
Knock knock. Click.
The door opened with a knock, and I turned my head.
“Chinami, can you hand me the dobari shinai…?”
Renka stopped mid-sentence, her eyes wide.
Her eyes darted up and down, taking in the sight of Chinami holding a piece of kendo armor while on my back, and me with my hair in her grip.
It was an unusual scene, so she was clearly taken aback.
“What are you two doing…?”
Renka blinked several times.
Chinami replied nonchalantly, “Matsuda-kouhai is giving me a piggyback ride.”
“R-Really…? Why are you holding his hair…?”
“Because I’m afraid of falling. You said you needed the dobari shinai?”
“Yeah…”
“Matsuda-kouhai, please move very carefully and hand Renka-san the shinai.”
Chinami shifted her weight to one leg as if directing me.
Thankful that she didn’t try to steer me with her hands, I picked out the shinai Renka wanted and handed it to her.
Renka accepted it, dumbfounded, and said, “…It’s fine if you’re playing around, but just don’t let the coach see you.”
“We weren’t playing. My hands couldn’t reach the top shelf, so Matsuda-kouhai gave me a piggyback ride.”
“Couldn’t Matsuda have just checked it himself? Never mind… I’ll just leave. Thanks for your hard work today.”
“Yes, likewise.”
Renka gave a vague reply and fled the storage room…
Chinami, who had been quiet until Renka left, poked my head.
“Let’s finish checking.”
“Alright. Should I give you a massage today?”
“Oh…! That’s a very tempting offer, but unfortunately, I have to decline. I have a family dinner planned. Can we do it next time?”
That left me with free time, didn’t it?
Chinami had dinner plans, and Miyuki, who went home late yesterday, would probably go straight home after club activities to avoid Midori’s scrutiny…
I’d have to use one of my wishes after club activities today.
“Of course.”
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