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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Do you still keep a diary?”
At Tetsuya’s question from the back seat, Miyuki turned her head slightly and replied.
“Yeah, I do.”
“You write every day?”
“I try to write every day… but if I’m busy, I postpone it to the next day. Recently, I’ve missed a few days.”
“Really…? Aren’t you disappointed? It’s like losing a perfect attendance award at school.”
“I’ve postponed it too many times for that. But now that you mention it, I do feel a bit regretful. Maybe I should have been more diligent.”
Listening to their conversation, I suddenly became curious about Miyuki’s diary.
About the time I saved her from a harasser. About the summer festival…
The first time she called me by my name, the time I rescued her at the beach, and our first experience…
I want to know what she was thinking back then, her personal thoughts.
Maybe one day I’ll get the chance to see it.
Hoping so, I arrived at the academy with them and headed to the classroom.
After greeting my classmates, including ‘Bread Girl,’ I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and took it out.
[Will return soon.]
Realizing it was a message from Takashi, I frowned.
I was hoping it was from Chinami, but it’s this guy’s text. Way to ruin the mood first thing in the morning.
But he did try to help me when I was leaving the club and got into a fight with Samoyama…
I should respond nicely.
[So what.]
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“Hello, Matsuda-kouhai. It’s a nice Monday, isn’t it?”
Chinami greeted me with her hands cutely clasped behind her back. I responded with a sullen expression.
“It’s a lousy Monday.”
“You look pretty down, kouhai. Hang in there. Friday will be here before you know it.”
Right, I need to stay positive. This academy is the only place where I can see Miyuki, Renka, and you all at once. If you guys were at a different academy, I would have dropped out long ago.
As Chinami patted my back with a cheerful face, Tetsuya greeted her.
“Good morning, Nanase-senpai.”
“How are you, Miura-kouhai? You look much brighter than Matsuda-houhai here. Your determination shows.”
“I actually like Mondays. I’m eager to learn more about kendo.”
“That positive attitude is wonderful to see. Who knows, you might become a new kendo master…!”
“Aren’t you, uh, maybe praising me too much…?”
“Mhm. But it’s not just flattery. Passionate people like you get personal training from Renka and the coach, which really boosts their skills. They only offer a bit of their time after club activities, but both are incredibly talented and know how to teach effectively.”
Tetsuya’s eyes lit up. The prospect of getting personal lessons from Renka, the best in the kendo club, definitely perked his ears. He’s openly admired Renka since our sparring session, and Chinami’s words seemed to fan his enthusiasm.
“Thank you for the advice! I’ll work hard!”
“That’s the spirit! Go for it!”
Chinami cheered Tetsuya on with clenched fists, and then beamed a bright smile as he went inside to greet me.
“When will our kouhai’s wishy-washy attitude finally change?”
Chinami was waving her arms up and down just like the last time we met. She was trying to be flexible, but it just ended up looking comically stiff.
As I gazed at Chinami’s slender, pale wrists revealed by her fluttering sleeves, I said,
“I think you teach better than the coach or the club president.”
“Why bring that up all of a sudden?”
“Just a thought. We’re checking the protective gear first, right?”
“Yes, that’s right. By the way, did you get home okay last Saturday? I was worried with all that rain. I wanted to thank you…”
“You could have just sent a text.”
“Well, I thought it was more polite to thank you in person than just leave a message. I really appreciated your help, hubae-nim.”
As she bowed in greeting, which was customary in the kendo club, her bright pink hair gently fell forward. Somehow, the sight seemed a bit risqué.
Our Chinami is too polite, almost to a fault. I bet she’d be the type to enthusiastically raise her hand at a crosswalk.
“It’s no big deal. I had fun.”
“I really enjoyed it, too. Now, let’s settle the most important part. I owe you 2,600 yen for my share, right? Just wait here. I need to get the money from the locker room…”
As I casually brushed past her meticulousness, I said,
“No need. Just buy me some ice cream.”
“What? I can’t just do that… Hey, where are you going…?”
“To the storage room.”
“I’ll come with you…! But let me pay first…!”
*swing*
“Kouhai…! Kouhai…! Come here…! Hurry…!”
As I opened the door to the club room, Chinami’s voice dropped to barely a whisper. Turning to her with a sly grin, I greeted the other members and sneaked a glance at Renka.
She was having a serious conversation with a senior member of the boys’ team – probably about kendo?
She always looks so tall and impressive. I bet she’d pull off a bunny girl cosplay perfectly. Just imagining her doing forced dance moves with her hands over her head, grimacing, is hilarious.
Should I start planning Renka’s events soon?
Before the kendo club’s training camp, I want to prepare just enough so it doesn’t interfere with the training… Maybe I should go for a different choice than the usual events.
Or, I could focus solely on surface-level training until the camp, then really take charge with Renka. Spending a whole day sparring and making the first step towards her submission doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
As I was mulling over these plans, Renka caught my eye, and I grinned cheekily at her.
“…W-what?”
She shivered as if feeling a chill – she’s got good instincts. I gave her a thumbs-up before heading into the storage room. Soon after, Chinami, looking annoyed, came in and carefully closed the door behind her.
“Kouhai…! Why did you leave first…!”
Pretending to inspect the gear, I replied.
“I’ve got work to do.”
“Let’s settle the bill first…?”
“No need for that.”
“Why? Why?”
She tilted her head in a challenging way, and I had this urge to poke her chubby cheeks. I barely managed to keep my composure and just shrugged.
“Just because.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“Do you want some jelly? I brought peach flavored.”
“Uh… really?”
“Yes. Shall I give it to you now?”
“Well, I suppose… No, wait! That was close, I almost fell for it…! Do you find it amusing to tease people like that?”
It’s fun because you react that way. I stepped toward Chinami with a sly smile, causing her to instinctively step back just as much.
“What are you doing…?”
“…”
“I’m not taking that massage! Don’t forget the promise you made before…!”
“…”
Without a word, I cornered Chinami, who was clutching the back of her neck. As I raised a hand toward her,
“Eek…!”
Chinami, who had been confrontational earlier, now jerked her head back, her double chin forming in the process. Even in her disheveled state, she looked charming. Smiling at her with my teeth showing,
*swoosh*
I plucked a thread stuck in her hair. Tossing it out the window, I said,
“I was just removing some lint. Do you dislike me or something?”
Chinami’s eyes, which had been watching my actions, flickered back to life.
“Oh…! Dislike you…! Why would I dislike you, Matsuda-kouhai?”
“Then why did you scream when I approached?”
“Well, that’s because…”
“You’re being too cold… It feels like you’re drawing a line, and it hurts.”
“It’s not that I’m cold… I just wanted to settle the bill properly… You yourself said that I should pay back later!”
“I don’t remember that.”
“What…? Really…!”
Her mouth agape.
Watching Chinami’s naive reaction, I can hardly keep from laughing. If this were a comic, there would probably be a big “?” written above her head, right?
“Can’t you just accept it as a student wanting to do something nice for his Master? After all, you buy me ice cream sometimes. It’s like we’re exchanging favors.”
“…But, kouhai, you went to the trouble of driving to the department store for me…”
“Isn’t it enough that we had a good time together? Or was I the only one who thought so?”
“No, not at all…! I told you I really enjoyed it too…! But still…”
Seeing her hesitation, I thought I’d use this as an opportunity to ease her guilt and maybe increase our chances of meeting again.
“If it really bothers you, I have a good solution. Want to hear it?”
“A solution? What is it?”
“You can buy me ice cream again. That should even things out… What do you think?”
“Hmmm…”
Chinami made a peculiar noise, lost in thought. She looked as if she was grappling with the biggest dilemma of her life, but she quickly came to a decision.
“Okay… just this once, for the sake of our harmonious relationship, I’ll give in to your insistence. Let’s do that.”
‘A harmonious relationship…’
Why does that phrase, with its profound implications, feel so intriguing?
“Good choice. So, that’s two ice cream treats. Right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“How about repeating that directly for confirmation?”
Chinami tilted her head, puzzled.
It seemed my phrasing was a bit odd.
It did sound like something out of an NTL novel.
Something along the lines of, “Shall we directly say whose dick is better?“.
“Um… I will buy Matsuda Ken-kouhai… two Yoghurt Peach Triple Pops.”
“What’s a Triple Pop?”
“It’s a large cup where you can choose three flavors.”
“So, Master, will you just pick…”
“Yoghurt Peach.”
“…Right. Will you only choose the Yoghurt Peach flavor?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
This is… almost a devout belief in peaches.
I thought it was impressive back at the department store too.
But then, do you like watermelon or honeydew better?
I bet you probably like both a lot.
“So, we agreed? No more changing the plan?”
“Pinky swear.”
She confidently extended her little finger. As I linked my finger with her tiny and cute one, I asked,
“Can I pick the date?”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
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After dropping off the pesky burden known as Tetsuya Miura, I drove towards Miyuki’s house, engaging in conversation with her.
“What did your sister say?”
“About what?”
“About the incident on Saturday.”
“Ah… that…”
Miyuki’s face turned bright red as she hung her head.
“I, I tried to avoid it… but she didn’t say a word about it on Sunday…”
“What are you afraid of?”
“It’s not that I’m scared…”
“Is it embarrassing to talk about?”
“…Yeah.”
I’ve always thought this, but Miyuki worries too much. Rather than dodging the issue and stewing in anxiety, it would be better to talk it out…
But prying into family privacy is too much meddling, so let’s not bring this up again. Miyuki can handle it herself.
“How’s the student council work going?”
“It’s good. Fun. Everyone, from the president to the others, is great…”
“Still stuck with copying and filing? Should I go and complain to get you some more important tasks?”
“If you did that, I’d probably get kicked out of the council.”
“Their generosity is lacking. Maybe I should start a union.”
“With your reputation, Matsuda-kun, trying anything will get you expelled, right?”
We chuckled and joked around until we arrived at Miyuki’s house. As I was about to let her out, she unbuckled her seatbelt and looked at me directly.
“Matsuda-kun, can you wait for me in the alley for a bit?”
“Why? Going somewhere? Want to grab dinner before heading home?”
“No… Remember what you said last night? About picking up some clothes… I want to move a few things today.”
“Why the rush? You can take your time.”
“I just don’t want to dawdle…”
It’s just clothes; she could have just handed them to me…
But asking me to wait suggests she’s planning to spend the night at my place again. Is she still excited from the massage I gave her yesterday?
“Then, I’ll park in the alley.”
“Okay. I’ll be quick.”
“Put them right there.”
“Here?”
“Yes.”
Miyuki, who had roughly arranged the wardrobe, placed her own clothes into the empty space.
She neatly folded three T-shirts and two pairs of shorts into the wardrobe and, after opening the drawer below, turned around.
“Don’t look…”
It’s not like I hadn’t seen it once or twice before, so why was she feeling so embarrassed?
A woman’s heart is truly perplexing.
Without objecting, I quietly turned my body. Soon Miyuki, who had finished everything, asked me to turn back.
Checking the wardrobe, I found Miyuki’s uniform shirt and skirt hanging next to my uniform.
A subtle scent of plums wafted through.
It seemed like the scent would also cling to my uniform.
‘Scent…’
Isn’t this the typical storyline of an NTL series?
Tetsuya smells the unique scent of Miyuki coming from my shirt, looks puzzled, and then explodes with inferiority while suffering alone.
Anyway, the feeling is strange. It’s like we’re living together.
Perhaps Miyuki had the same thought because, from the moment she saw the uniforms hanging side by side, she hadn’t said a word.
Her face had already turned as red as it could get.
I pushed the wardrobe shut while looking at her.
And then I teasingly said, “Now you can take care of your favorite plants every day, right?”
“…I’ll only come occasionally… Dummy…”
“Even though you tell me not to swear at you all the time, why do you keep calling me an idiot, stupid, or dummy? Don’t you think it’s unfair?”
“I use it as an expression of affection… Idiot.”
I cautiously approached Miyuki and lightly poked her waist as a warning.
“Try calling me one more time.”
“I don’t want to.”
Miyuki stuck out her tongue stubbornly.
She gazed at me with a playful expression, then headed for the kitchen. After opening the refrigerator and looking for cooking ingredients, she sighed.
“Ugh… all we have are ingredients for bento…”
“What were you expecting from me?”
“I didn’t expect anything. Shall we go to the mart to buy groceries?”
“It’s too much trouble today, let’s just have lunch. Besides, it’s raining outside.”
Indeed, it was raining outside. Even though Japan is known for frequent rain, the frequency was a bit excessive. Thinking of it as the autumn rainy season called “Akisame,” it wasn’t hard to understand. For me, rainy days were preferable to sunny ones.
“Is it now?”
Miyuki, who had quickly come to the living room, closed her eyes as if savoring the rhythmic sound of raindrops.
Approaching her from behind as she remained still with a slight smile on her lips, I asked, “Do you like rainy days?”
“Yeah… I’ve grown to like them.”
“So, you hated them before?”
“I didn’t really hate them… but I used to feel uncomfortable. But now…”
Miyuki, her words trailing off, turned her body.
Her gaze, which had been fixed and intense before, now shifted towards me with an expression of unease, a stark contrast to her earlier window contemplation.
It seemed embarrassingly awkward for her to say that her feelings had changed because of me.
Or maybe, it was more daunting for her to confess that our shared, intimate moments during the rain were the real reason behind her newfound fondness for rainy days.
“Matsuda-kun.”
“Yes?”
“I want to take a bath.”
“So…? Is that an invitation?”
“…”
“Just kidding. There are no towels in the open-air bath, so go to the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
Miyuki opened the wardrobe and took out her underwear, stuffing it inside her t-shirt before heading to the bathroom.
Did she know that concealing it like that was more seductive than showing it blatantly?
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As we listened to the steady sound of rain, we lay side by side, watching TV.
On this gradually chilling day, holding Miyuki’s warm body under the blanket felt heavenly.
“Matsuda-kun… I’m watching TV.”
“Go ahead.”
“You keep touching my belly, and I can’t concentrate. Stop touching.”
“It’s cold. Your body is warm.”
“Why don’t you change the blanket to a thicker one then?”
“It’s annoying.”
“I’ll do it for you.”
What was she saying? Was she crazy?
I put a lot of effort into my arms to prevent Miyuki from escaping.
“Matsuda-kun… Are you really going to do this?”
“Um. But what did you tell your parents?”
“…I said I’m staying over at a friend’s house.”
“Which friend?”
“Just… a classmate…”
I understood why Miyuki was making excuses about staying out overnight.
Could any parent be happy about sending their daughter to a boy’s house?
That would be the case even if the parents know we’re dating, but Wataru and Midori are completely unaware of our relationship. If Miyuki were to stay overnight at my place, they might find it awkward, thinking something strange is going on with their daughter and consider taking her to the hospital.
But didn’t she say she was staying at a friend’s house last time?
Continually using the same friend as an excuse might be a bit risky, like they say, “If you keep telling the same lie, you’ll get caught eventually…” Well, she’ll handle it herself. Miyuki is much smarter than me.
“Matsuda-kun… Stop touching me…”
“Is it cold?”
“We have to go to the academy tomorrow…”
“What does that have to do with being cold and me touching you?”
“… It really doesn’t?”
“Not really.”
I moved my hand from Miyuki’s belly to a higher position.
A shapely chest wrapped in underwear.
As I squeezed and released it, Miyuki let out a long sigh and said, “Look at this… I knew this would happen…”
“Is that so?”
Not replying, Miyuki just turned her head slightly.
I chuckled at her, who was hoping for a kiss from me, and said, “Should we stop and go to sleep then?”
“Why are you already falling asleep…”
“Didn’t you just imply we have to get up early?”
“When did you ever listen to me, Matsuda-kun…?”
“Are you serious?”
Miyuki’s lips pressed together in silence.
I gave a light kiss to Miyuki’s lips, which had turned into those of a mute person. I continued to make smooching sounds as I kissed her from the back of her neck, along her shoulders, and down to her collarbone.
“Uhh…”
She started to emit soft, short moans. Even though we hadn’t started any intimacy, she was already getting excited.
Clearly, her desires were still lingering from the massage I did for her yesterday. The fact that I had been caressing her lower abdomen and its surroundings for quite some time had probably also contributed to her current reaction.
I slipped my free hand beneath the waistband of Miyuki’s pants, feeling the heavy weight of her thigh pressing against my wrist. Gently, I pushed my hand into her underwear, applying slight pressure around her sensitive area.
“…”
She exhaled a sharp breath as her hips met my groin, perfectly aligned. Leaning over her shoulder, I asked teasingly and sensually at the same time, “Should I continue? Or should I stop?”
“…”
“Should I stop?”
As if issuing a notification, I tried to withdraw my hand, but suddenly…
She grabbed my wrist over her pants.
“…More, more…”
“More what?”
“Do more… We didn’t do much yesterday… You have to… take responsibility…”
“Responsibility for what?”
“M-Matsuda-kun… You made me like this…!”
She was uttering lines that might befit a heroine in a romance novel. It might sound cliché, but hearing it firsthand made it more convincing than any other words.
Slowly, I moved my hand over Miyuki’s soft mound, and…
“Ugh…!”
Feeling her suppressed moan and sensing some relaxation in her body, I thought to myself, today we should try a new position.
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“Haah… Haah…”
Miyuki quickly became excited. Even though we had just started being intimate, her arousal was evident as her fluids flowed, soaking the area around her sensitive parts.
After confirming the consistency of her arousal on my fingers, I undressed Miyuki. Her t-shirt, pants, bra, and panties all came off. She had remained modest until I removed all of her clothes and revealed her pristine white body before my eyes.
But as soon as I made Miyuki lie down and straddled her, she exhibited an intense response.
“Oh…! Wh…!”
Miyuki’s urgent words stuttered as she lowered her hand to her own hip. I quickly brought a blanket and covered Miyuki’s waist. It seemed that her embarrassment lessened slightly because her head turned to the side.
“Matsuda-kun…! What are you doing…! Let me see your face…! I can’t see well… I want to see your face… quickly…!”
“Okay, okay.”
I answered softly as I leaned in next to Miyuki, and she spoke in a voice that was almost trembling.
“I hate this… it’s embarrassing…”
“I’ve covered everything.”
“No… I don’t want this… I told you… ugh!”
Miyuki squirmed and her body shivered, perhaps feeling my erection pressing between her buttocks. With her mouth shut tight, I used the gentlest tone I could muster.
“I’ll do it while keeping it covered, okay?”
“No… hmm…”
Miyuki buried her face in the pillow as if she was about to go crazy, but I felt an overwhelming desire to penetrate her. However, I restrained myself. It must be quite embarrassing for Miyuki to be in this situation. I decided to be as considerate as possible.
I kissed and gently sucked on Miyuki’s skin near her shoulder blades, making soft, smooching sounds. At the same time, I used my fingertips to tickle the area around her ribs and blew warm air on the nape of her neck.
“Uh…! Ugh…”
She continued to emit intermittent moans with her face still buried in the pillow. I didn’t say anything and continued to caress her, allowing her to make her own decisions and potentially get aroused again.
How much time had passed?
Miyuki, amid her moans, suddenly said the following words.
“Are you really going to do it while keeping everything covered…?”
I gently nibbled on the area where her neck met her shoulders and answered.
“I’ll cover everything.”
“My butt is ugly, so I don’t want to show it…”
“It’s pretty.”
“No… it’s ugly…”
“It’s pretty.”
“I said it’s ugly…!”
“I do really mean it’s pretty, okay?”
“Hmm…!”
Miyuki made a cute nasal sound and crossed her legs, indicating her consent. Realizing that her gesture meant acceptance, I carefully lifted her waist, making sure the blanket that was on her back didn’t fall off.
“Oh…! Matsu…”
“I just lifted you slightly. I’ll lift you a bit more from here. Is that okay?”
“… You covered me well?”
“I covered you well. Nothing’s visible.”
“…”
Had she found solace in my gentle voice since a while ago?
Miyuki lifted her hips, holding her knees up, as if preparing herself. I praised her in that position and gently patted her back while positioning my tip at her slightly spread legs, ready to insert.
“Wait, just a moment…! Matsuda-kun…!”
“Yes?”
“Tell me you like me… Say that you like me.”
Perhaps, in this position where my face was not visible, she wanted to hear confirmation of love through words.
“I like you, Miyuki.”
“…Okay… you can do it now.”
Miyuki’s tone became more relaxed. The embarrassment seemed to have faded, and she appeared to be in good spirits.
I couldn’t understand why she was so cute today. If she continued to react like this, maybe I could try new positions every day.
Before penetrating her, I gave Miyuki one last kiss on her shoulder.
“I’ll go slowly. If it hurts, just tell me.”
“Yes…”
Having prepared herself mentally, I firmly held onto Miyuki’s hips and pushed the lower part of my body forward.
*squish*
My erect member entered her wet and spread labia. It was just the tip, but the sensation was no joke. It felt tighter than usual due to her tension.
“Uh…!”
Miyuki let out a restrained cry, her hips moving downward. As I continued to penetrate, scraping against her hot inner walls, she moaned.
“It hurts… It hurts!”
When my member was completely inside, Miyuki couldn’t hide her painful expression and immediately withdrew her lower body slightly. Then she placed her hands on her lower back.
“Does it hurt? Lower your hips a bit and spread your legs more.”
“Uh…!”
Miyuki obediently followed my instructions. Not only that, but she also brought her arms together below her chest, lifting her upper body slightly. It seemed like she was instinctively finding a more comfortable position.
“Is it better now?”
“…Yes… it’s better… But, please don’t put it all in… Go slowly.”
“Okay.”
With her shoulders raised, her wingbones protruded, and just below them were her indented lumbar muscles. I admired the glistening, sweaty area as I started the back-and-forth motion.
*squelch…!* *squelch…!*
“Ha… hah…”
At first, Miyuki only produced rough breaths, but gradually, her voice changed into more animalistic moans.
*squelch…!* *squelch…!*
“…Ahh…! Hah…!”
As time passed, the moans that had synced with the thrusting gradually turned into delayed gasps.
“Aaahhhh… Aaaaahhh…”
Not long after, only heavy panting could be heard, a clear sign that she was experiencing a proper orgasm.
Her legs were spreading even wider, and my hips were gradually lowering. The trembling of her arms that had been supporting her body suggested as if they were enduring an earthquake.
And finally, unable to withstand the increasingly intense movements, the blanket slipped off to the side.
While gazing at Miyuki, who was enjoying the spine-tingling pleasure without realizing her entire body was exposed, I surrendered to my instincts.
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Starting from the next chapter, our dear author will stop bothering about giving chapters a proper title, so I’ll be naming them “Chapter 70,” “Chapter 71,” and so on.
Cheers!
