I Possessed the Villain in a Romantic Comedy Game – Chapter 162

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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Miyuki, who had been feeling distressed, got better as the days went by. Now, two days later, she had almost recovered her usual demeanor.

Of course, she was still slightly subdued, but it was a relief to see the vibrant Miyuki of old.

“Matsuda-kun! Come here and help me!”

Having finished my shower, I heard Miyuki’s voice from the direction of the front gate and went out onto the veranda.

I saw Miyuki bringing a large rectangular box from afar… Judging by her struggling, it was clearly something rather heavy. Helping her move the box inside the house, I asked.

“What’s this?”

“Delivery. Just arrived.”

“Delivery?”

“Yeah. The kotatsu I ordered.”

You ordered a kotatsu? To put in my house? Buying it without saying anything… You’re quite impulsive too. That’s why you’re my favorite. Seems like you’re becoming more and more like me.

“If you were going to buy it, you should have discussed it with me… Why did you order it alone?”

“I was going to… but then I found a good one, and the limited-time sale was almost over, so I just went ahead and ordered it.”

Time deals are indeed hard to resist.

“What about the blanket?”

“I didn’t buy one because I was planning to bring it from my house. Let’s assemble it later.”

“Why? I can do it beforehand. Just leave the top board off until we put the blanket on…”

“But I want us to assemble it together.”

At Miyuki’s firm tone, I subtly averted my gaze and answered meekly.

“Okay.”

“Let’s call Tetsuya-kun over during winter break and study together again.”

Do we really have to call him? I hate the thought of air filtered through his lungs entering my house. Still… Considering the fact that I could do secret things with Miyuki under the kotatsu blanket without Tetsuya noticing makes it somewhat tolerable.

“Got it.”

Miyuki, who had moved the box to the storage room with me, put on her outerwear.

“Let’s go now. Mom said to come quickly.”

“Okay.”

I was currently planning to join Miyuki’s family dinner. Of course, not by my own will, but Miyuki’s.

Was she satisfied seeing me obediently putting on a knit sweater and coat? A gentle curve formed in Miyuki’s eyes.

She seemed pleased that I had stopped objecting to most things after she permitted the threesome.

If I can make Miyuki feel better even like this, it’s right to do whatever she wants. Feel free to use me as you wish. I’m always ready.

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The next day, during club activity time, Tetsuya and I were inside the supervisor’s office, listening to Goro and Renka explain about the Winter Tournament.

“There are official standards for the length and weight of shinai used in tournaments. I heard Renka helped you purchase your practice shinai. Then there shouldn’t be any particular problems; just bring them tomorrow and show them to Renka and me. We need to check for damage.”

At the words of Goro, who was wearing a pair of glasses that didn’t fit him at all, Tetsuya smiled brightly and answered.

“Understood.”

“You don’t necessarily have to use your personal shinai; you can use the ones from the club room. Choose one that fits your hand well… Next is positions, which Renka will explain.”

Goro gave Renka a small nod, and she brought a hand to her mouth, cleared her throat a couple of times, and said.

“As you both know well, the 5-person team is divided in order into Senpo, Jiho, Chuken, Fukusho, and Taisho. We plan to place you two as Senpo and Jiho. Senpo is Matsuda, Jiho is Miura… like that.”

It was the arrangement I had expected. They probably wanted me, who used the Jōdan posture and had an attack-focused match style, to go out as Senpo and seize the momentum of the match. As for Tetsuya, since being tenacious is his strong point, he would be perfect for preserving the flow I created.

One worrying point was that the 1st and 2nd players to compete were Tetsuya and I… that is, first-years. Tetsuya and I were the only first-years participating in the team competition.

No matter how talented, experience was lacking. Wouldn’t it have been better to place us divided between Jiho and Fukusho… or move either me or Miura to the individual competition?

If both Senpo and Jiho lost their matches consecutively, recovering the momentum wouldn’t be easy… Given that I heard the men’s team results weren’t great, did making this decision mean they weren’t expecting results?

No, perhaps Goro and Renka believed in our talent.

Whatever the case, it was a much better direction than ignoring the first-years who wanted to participate just for the sake of immediate results. Though I was being half-forced to participate myself…

“The positions aren’t finalized yet. We’ll decide after consulting with others, so just know that. Matsuda, make sure to learn a lot from Chinami. Miura, I’ll teach you intensively along with the individual competitors. If you have questions even after club activities end, feel free to contact us anytime. Got it?”

“Yes! Captain!”

Tetsuya affirmed his fighting spirit with an energetic tone. As expected of a clueless fucking bastard, his voice was too loud.

“Yes.”

Contrary to him, I answered concisely and went outside after listening to the subsequent explanation about positions.

Then, I approached Chinami in the laundry room and gently poked the back of her neck as she stared intently at the top-loading washing machine.

“Hngah!?”

Chinami jumped in surprise, reacting violently. Her erogenous zone pressed while off guard, she shivered once and turned around. Then, placing her hands on her hips, she puffed out her cheeks.

“Matsuda-kouhai…! Now…”

“Are you asking what I was doing?”

“…Yes.”

“Suddenly felt like touching you.”

“Hmph…! Couldn’t you have touched somewhere else?”

What, did you want me to touch your butt or something? I’ll do that next time.

“Sorry. But what were you doing?”

“I was checking if the uniform bottoms were washing well.”

“It must be full of foam, can you even see?”

“Of course not. But I thought I might see if I tried hard enough. Did you listen well to the team competition explanation?”

Saying she might see if she tried hard… So typical of Chinami.

“Yes. They said I’m scheduled to go out as Senpo.”

“As expected. There’s no one better suited for Senpo than you, Matsuda-kouhai. For reference, I’m also Senpo. They say the disciple resembles the master… That phrase fits the situation perfectly.”

“You’re Senpo, Master?”

“Yes.”

Is your plan to melt the opponent away with cuteness? A good strategy.

“Why? Do you think it’s bad?”

“Not at all. I’ll cheer for you.”

“Uhuhu… Starting today, I’ll have to teach you special training along with match strategy. I’ll instill the entire mindset of a Senpo into your head. Let’s run together towards our reliable kouhai’s first official tournament victory.”

“Understood. But do you have time today?”

“Hm? Why?”

“Why else? To give you a massage.”

“Ah…! My body was feeling stiff just now… Perfect timing.”

Her face showed no clue of my ulterior motives. Today wouldn’t end with just a massage.

Given Chinami’s personality, there was a risk of failure, but I had to challenge our relationship and take this to home base. Should I warm her up slightly starting now? I should only do it until Renka comes to interfere.

Having finished my thoughts, I placed my hands on the lower back of Chinami, who looked rather shy.

“Shall we check now where you feel the stiffest?”

“Hmm… My legs hurt a bit from exploring restaurants with Renka yesterday, but it’s bearable..”

“Legs? This side?”

Before Chinami could finish speaking, I grabbed her thigh. Startled by the hand stroking the inside, Chinami’s voice became quieter than a mosquito’s buzz.

“N-Not there… the calf… area…”

“Your adductor muscles seem a bit tight too.”

“…Is that so…?”

“Yes. I’ll loosen them up for a moment. Can you spread your legs a bit?”

“L-Like this…?”

“A little more. That’s right. Stay still.”

Confirming enough space was made between her thighs for a fist to fit, I squatted down completely and began gently kneading Chinami’s adductor area. Moving my hands up and down like that, I subtly brushed the plump area between Chinami’s legs with the side of my hand, and—

“Ngh…!”

Letting out her characteristic gasp, Chinami slightly lifted onto her tiptoes.

Because of that, the first joints of her toes turned white from the weight, and for some reason, that sight was so alluring that it made the blood rush to my lower body. Is this toe fetish I used to think I had for real?

Despite being short, her toes were long and even… a footjob from Chinami would probably feel good. But something like that didn’t fit Chinami’s image… That was a slight worry.

“Matsuda-kouhai… I think they’re loosened up now…”

Chinami’s words, as she glanced at the firmly closed laundry room door. Shaking my head firmly, I retorted.

“Nope. It’s still tight.”

“O-On the contrary, I think they’re getting tighter…”

“Just relax. You seem tense because it’s been a while? Now…”

*tap tap*

Soothing Chinami with a gentle voice while patting her bottom, she let out a small moan, and her heels gradually lowered until they rested on the floor.

“Good job. Feels a bit looser now, right?”

“…I don’t really know…”

Chinami’s face was extremely red. It had been a while since I’d seen Chinami’s bashful expression… I love it. I also liked the peach scent of fabric softener wafting from her uniform.

-Chinami…? Are you in the laundry room…?

Renka’s interruption, coming without fail. Catching her anxious-sounding voice faintly, I straightened my knees, stood up, and swept my hand down the back of Chinami, who held her arms tightly against her waist.

“Can you wait for just a moment after club activities end today? Just about 10 minutes.”

“…Yeees…”

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Senpo and Jiho are the first and second players to come out in a 5-person Kendo match, respectively. The Chuken and Fukusho are the third and fourth, and these positions are often left to more experienced members. Lastly, the Taisho is the final player, who is the most experienced or skilled on the team.