How To Ruin A Love Comedy – Chapter 33

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Alright! Today, I’ll finally teach you how to grip the shinai!”

You’re always so lively, aren’t you?

I’d appreciate it if you could tone it down once we start, how should I put it, ‘sparring.’

“How to grip the shinai? But the coach said I wouldn’t be allowed to touch a shinai until I learned proper etiquette..”

“I heard about that from the coach too. But the other first year students are already learning how to grip the shinai, as well as posture, and even footwork… if you’re the only one falling behind, Matsuda-kouhai, it’ll be difficult for you to catch up to them later on. That’s why I figured I’d teach you in secret.”

Chinami…! How can you be so kind?

I’m touched. I’ll make sure to give you a proper ‘reward’ later.

“Are you sure? If we get caught…”

“Even if we get caught, they might scold us in front of everyone, but he’ll turn a blind eye behind the scenes. The coach probably wants this too. I’m sure he wants me to teach you, Matsuda-kouhai.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course. If you only teach manager duties to a new member who came to learn kendo, they’ll quickly lose interest, don’t you think? But since the coach did make a point of it, I’ll teach you when the other members can’t see us. Sounds exciting, right?”

Teach me when the other members can’t see, huh…

Somehow it sounds erotic.

“Yeah, it’s exciting.”

“You don’t look excited at all, though?”

At Chinami’s dubious words, I stretched the muscles on my face.

But perhaps I was trying too hard to make it look like I was happy.

Seeing this expression, Chinami flinched and took half a step back.

“Wh-What’s with that evil expression…?”

I was just showing you how happy I was, but calling it ‘evil’ is a little too much.

“But I am happy.”

“Is… that so…?”

“Why would I lie about it?

“Ahem… Okay… First…”

After clearing her throat a few times, she led me to the place where the shinais were being stored.

“As you can see, the shinai is made out of bamboo. So, unlike your bogu, it isn’t something you can use for extended periods of time. The more you use the shinai, the bamboo bends and gets damaged, and eventually you’ll have to replace it with a new one. If a broken bamboo splinter gets lodged into someone, while sparring, it could be a big problem. The bamboo swords here are shared by the members, so think of them as consumables.”

“Understood.”

“For now, I’ll explain the structure of the bamboo sword. The leather wrapped around the hilt of the bamboo sword is known as ‘tsuka.’ Usually, whenever someone says ‘tsuka’ they’re referring to the hilt itself, so keep that in mind. Next…”

Chinami began explaining the structure one by one, pointing to various parts of the bamboo sword with her finger.

Tsuka, saki-gawa, mono-uchi, naka-yui, tsuba, and so on…

Each part had a different name, and there were even different types based on the shape of the shinai.

“Did you memorize all that?

Chinami asked after her thorough explanation.

I nodded and answered,

“I think so.”

Then Chinami pointed to the somewhat thick node at the bottom of the bamboo sword’s blade and asked,

“Then where is this part?”

“Take.”

“What about this leather part and this part at the tip?”

“Naka-yui and saki-gawa.”

“Then what about this part?”

“Mono-uchi.”

“Well done. I’ll test you every day from now on, so make sure you memorize it well.”

“Yes, Master.”

When I said that and bowed to her as I would to a master, Chinami’s eyes widened.

“Master…? I’m not a master! I’m just another club member like you, Matsuda-kouhai!”

“But you’re teaching me, right? That makes you my Master.”

“Oh-hoh…”

After letting out an exclamation, Chinami soon smiled with satisfaction.

She must have liked my attitude.

“I will always believe in and follow only you, Master.”

“Wow…! That spirit… It’s great…! From now on, I’ll diligently guide you, Matsuda-kouhai! Let’s aim to rapidly and perfectly improve your skills! Aiming for the fall tournament might be a bit of a stretch, but the winter tournament should be fine! Now, shall we go out the back door and start learning how to grip the shinai?”

I mean, this was all exaggerated flattery, but she took my words seriously?

But I like her enthusiastic attitude.

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“Matsuda-kun, what happened to your hands? They’re so red…”

Miyuki asked with concern as she got in the car.

I shrugged and answered,

“The washing machine broke down halfway, so I had no choice but to wash by hand. If I washed the uniforms with hot water, the colors would fade and they would shrink, so I had to use cold water.”

“Really…? That must have been tough…”

“It’s fine. It’s fun when I’m with Nanase-senpai.”

“Nanase…? Are you talking about my friend?”

Come to think of it, Miyuki had a friend her age with the same last name.

“I said ‘senpai,’ didn’t I? She’s a second-year and a manager like me.”

“Ah… I think I heard about her before… But fun, you say?”

“Yeah.”

“How is it fun? Do you joke around with each other?”

Her tone has a slight edge to it.

A scent of jealousy.

This is good, very good.

“Well… It’s hard to explain, but… we just do stuff, you know?”

“Do you make dirty jokes with her like you do with me?”

“Senpai and I aren’t that comfortable with each other.”

Miyuki’s complexion returned to normal.

She seemed relieved to hear that I would adamantly refer to her as ‘senpai,’ which means there’s a certain distance between us, but if she gets this competitive over something like this…

I might have a bit of a hard time trying to get her to take part in a threesome or a foursome later on.

“Is that so…? Be careful not to make mistakes…”

I couldn’t help but scoff at her half-hearted warning.

“Got it. And you, switch to the passenger seat now.”

“The passenger seat? Why?”

“Don’t you know that keeping the driver company is the polite thing to do? Who are you, Miss Daisy? Am I your personal chauffeur now?”

“But what about Tetsuya-kun…?”

“I don’t let guys sit in the passenger seat.”

At my resolute words, Miyuki let out a fake laugh and got out of the car.

She walked over modestly, opened the door, got in the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt.

Seeing the tight seat belt stuck between her breasts, my sexual desire boiled up.

Soon enough, I’ll be sticking something else between those boobs.

“There. Happy now?”

“Yeah. Should we just leave Miura behind and go, just the two of us?”

“You’re joking, right? No way you’re serious this time…”

I’m not joking, though.

“Why is he taking so long…? Is he making the toilet he’ll be using to take a dump from scratch or something?”

As I grumbled with a face full of dissatisfaction, Miyuki giggled and placed a candy on the center console box.

“Eat this and calm down, will you?”

“What is this?”

“Can’t you tell by looking? It’s candy.”

I nonchalantly unwrapped the candy and put it in my mouth.

“Tsk. I want a cookie.”

“You’re going to have to wait until tomorrow.”

“If you hadn’t given the cookie you brought today to Miura, I wouldn’t have even brought this up. No matter how tasty you make them…”

“I only gave him exactly one like you said, is that really such a big deal to you?”

“Yeah.”

At that concise but sincere answer, Miyuki shook her head.

“Why are you being so childish today? And yesterday too… It’s really immature…”

You’re saying what you think you should be saying while being happy that I’m jealous. Heh.

As Miyuki and I were bickering, Tetsuya got in the back seat and I furrowed my brows.

“What took you so long, you b…”

“Matsuda-kun.”

Miyuki immediately stopped me, sensing that I was about to curse.

Glancing at her, I changed my words.

“What took you so long?”

“Sorry, sorry… I was having a really bad stomach ache… But why is Miyuki sitting there?”

Miyuki answered that question.

“Well, sitting in the passenger’s seat is only the polite thing to do, after all. Starting next week, you will be sitting here as well. Let’s take turns, okay?”

“Is that so…? Okay.”

Didn’t I just say I don’t let guys sit in the passenger seat?

Especially him, no way in hell.

As I started the car, Tetsuya poked his head between the front seats and made a suggestion.

“It’s the weekend tomorrow, do you want to go somewhere fun, the three of us?”

Then Miyuki glanced at me and made a troubled face.

“Ah… Um… Sorry. I have plans tomorrow.”

“What about in the evening?”

“I think I’ll be busy as well… But how about we go for a walk at night? We haven’t done that in a while.”

Miyuki, instead of trying to gloss over it, wouldn’t it be better to answer honestly this time so Tetsuya doesn’t get suspicious?

What if he goes out later and sees my car parked at your house?

I mean, if that happens, I’ll welcome it with open arms.

By the way, you say you might be busy all the way until the evening… Are you planning to stay with me that late?

“That’s too bad. But let’s make sure to go for that walk. Oh, and Matsuda.”

The disappointed Tetsuya called out to me.

Reinvigorated by seeing that look on his face, I answered;

“What.”

“I happened to overhear Renka-senpai and Nanase-senpai talking during the club break… Nanase-senpai seems to think very highly of you. I think that if you keep this up, you might hear good news soon.”

Look at this guy. Did he have a change of heart after taking that huge dump or something?

He’s being so helpful today.

I don’t know if what he just said was intentional or not, but if he keeps trying to pair me up with Chinami like that, Miyuki will get annoyed.

Look, even now. She already looks irritated, doesn’t she?

“Is that so? Thanks.”

I sincerely thanked him and started the car.

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A navy cotton shirt and beige band slacks.

This should give a moderately formal look while also being casual.

I finished off with loafers, rolled up my sleeves to my elbows, and headed out.

‘It’s hot.’

According to what I learned through playing Doki Doki Academy, Miyuki’s room has no air conditioning.

Thankfully, the living room does.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to go to Miyuki’s room today, but if I can, at least I’ll be able to cool off in the living room for a while before going, so I should be able to endure it.

Avoiding the harsh sunlight, I got into the car, and headed straight to Miyuki’s house.

As I was almost there, I got a call from Miyuki.

“Yeah.”

– ­Where are you?

“I’ll be there in 2 minutes. Where should I park?”

­– Just parallel park in front of Dad’s car.

“Is that okay?”

– ­Yeah. I asked today. He was really surprised when I said you had a car, Matsuda-kun. Should I come out to greet you?

“Yeah. Come out and park for me, will you?”

– ­I’ll just wait inside. Hurry up.

Miyuki said that in a cheerful voice and hung up.

When I arrived at her house, I smirked seeing her come out to greet me even though she said she would wait inside.

I carefully parked in front of Wataru’s car, turned off the engine, and got out. Miyuki’s gaze swept over my entire body.

She seemed to like my outfit.

“Where are your parents?”

“They’re waiting inside. But are you okay? Your face seems a little… tense.”

“It’s my first time being invited for dinner… I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

At those words, Miyuki’s eyes turned into crescents.

She patted my back as if to encourage me and said,

“You can relax, you know?”

“Don’t pat me so hard. If you do it like you did at Isshiki, I’ll die for sure this time, you know?”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it, Matsuda-kun.”

After playfully teasing me, she headed towards the front door alongside me.

Then she opened the door.

“Welcome, Matsuda-kun.”

“Come on in, Matsuda.”

Midori and Wataru’s welcoming greetings from the entrance.

Even Kana was waving at me from behind them.

The mommy milkers in this family never fail to impress.

Midori’s breasts squeezing my junk, oil on Kana’s breasts for a full-body massage…

Lastly, Miyuki’s breasts on my face…

Thinking about myself being surrounded by the breasts of these three women makes me happy.

After briefly indulging in such pleasant fantasies, I respectfully bowed.

“Hello, long time no see.”

“It’s super hot today, right? Come in quickly.”

Thank you. But can I perhaps interest you in being corrupted?

If so, even a little, slip some sleeping pills in Wataru’s water, won’t you?

“Yes, please excuse me.”

After politely greeting them again, I entered Miyuki’s house and took off my shoes.

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