How To Ruin A Love Comedy – Chapter 89

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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[You bastard…!]

The villain, his arm locked against the righteous hero’s, winced as if struggling.

It was cool, like a sword fight standoff, and Chinami liked how it subtly conveyed to the audience that even the strongest villain in the story was being pushed to his limit by the hero.

-Pow! Crack!

And so, the duel began!

The two men exchanged blows at incredible speed, a feast for the eyes. It was an intense action scene that would have anyone’s heart pounding.

However…

“Mmm…!”

Chinami’s heart was pounding for a different reason.

It was because of her junior, Matsuda-kouhai, who was diligently massaging her shoulders. She had been tensely watching the movie, sitting close to him so they could share popcorn, and her shoulders had stiffened by the time the movie reached the early stages.

She’d endured it somehow, but now, during this important action scene, she’d briefly tilted her head… and somehow knowing, Matsuda had quietly reached out and begun massaging her shoulders.

The problem was that his hand was now touching her neck.

His fingertips brushed against her skin as he massaged her, and every touch sent a strange sensation through her body.

It was tingling, and ticklish.

Even her lower abdomen, which had nothing to do with the massage, throbbed.

What was even stranger was that, despite knowing she should tell him to stop, she couldn’t.

Matsuda’s touch was addictive, like the first time she’d tasted a peach. Back then, it had felt like lying sprawled on a soft, ripe peach-bed; now, it felt like being in a peach orchard overflowing with ripe, juicy peaches.

And Matsuda’s scent was incredibly appealing. A macho scent, mixed with a faint hint of plum, sweet yet heavy… that’s what it smelled like.

“Mheh…”

Chinami, letting out an involuntary, soft moan, widened her eyes just as they were about to lose focus. She grabbed five pieces of popcorn and shoved them into her mouth, trying her best to concentrate on the movie. She had to enjoy the pleasant massage, watch the important action scene, savor Matsuda’s alluring scent, and munch on the peach-powdered popcorn…

Her body… no, her mind couldn’t keep up.

-Bam! Pow!

[Cough…]

Chinami, who had been watching the screen with the greatest amount of concentration of her life, completely relaxed as the hero’s hand pierced through the villain’s chest. The intense action sequence had ended, and her tension had dissipated.

Just then, Matsuda’s hand gently wrapped around the nape of her neck.

“Ah…!”

A tingling sensation shot through Chinami from her toes to her head. Startled, she flinched, and a few pieces of popcorn tumbled from her lap.

*plop*

Matsuda picked up the popcorn that had landed between her pressed-together thighs and popped it into his mouth. Then he looked at Chinami and grinned.

‘Haaa…’

Chinami swallowed, experiencing the dual sensations of his masculine smile and his large, soft hand caressing the nape of her neck.

*swoosh.*

Suddenly, Matsuda removed his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

He apologized abruptly. Judging by his expression, he felt guilty for touching her neck without permission.

“Ahem… I-It’s okay…”

Chinami cleared her throat, her legs fidgeting as a tingling sensation ran through her lower abdomen. Suppressing the sudden urge to use the restroom, she gulped down her peach iced tea from the cup holder.

The peach flavor filled her mouth, the cool liquid flowing down her throat. A refreshing sensation spread through her chest, and a smile played on her lips.

“Pheww…”

She let out a satisfied sigh and flinched as she noticed Matsuda staring intently at her.

‘Oh no…!’

This couldn’t be happening! Matsuda’s touch had been so good, and combined with the iced tea, she’d been so pleased that she had unintentionally shown a vulnerable side of herself. What if Matsuda thought she was foolish?

Just as she was thinking this, Matsuda patted her arm reassuringly. Then he quietly asked,

“Was it good?”

His tone suggested he wasn’t bothered by her reaction.

Relieved, Chinami replied,

“Yes… but aren’t you watching the movie…?”

“The important part is over.”

“That’s true, but…”

“Can I have another one of these?”

Matsuda pointed at the remaining popcorn on her lap.

Chinami hurriedly nodded, picked up a piece, and offered it to him.

“H-Here…”

Matsuda flashed his masculine smile, took the popcorn, and ate it. Watching him eat something that had touched her body made her feel strangely flushed and embarrassed. Blushing, Chinami lowered her head and mumbled.

She could have moved to the aisle side with the stairs, but she didn’t want to. Perhaps it was because she liked Matsuda’s scent and wanted to smell more of it.

Thinking this, Chinami started eating her popcorn as demurely as possible. She needed to watch the movie, even if she wasn’t sure she could concentrate.

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The credits rolled on the screen after the post-credits scene. I watched the audience members getting up and leaving, and I gently pulled back Chinami’s sweatshirt sleeve. Then I poked her thin, white wrist.

“Master.”

“Hmm!?”

Chinami startled, snapping back to reality.

“Yes…? Did you call…?”

“Yes.”

“W-What is it…?”

“The movie’s over. We should get up.”

“Oh…! Right… It was a very interesting movie…”

Interesting, huh? Even though she hadn’t been able to focus and kept flinching by herself…

“Did you enjoy the popcorn?”

“Um… Of course I did… Did you have a lot, kouhai…?”

You ate pretty much all of it. And incredibly fast, too.

I chuckled at Chinami, who seemed to remember nothing.

“Yes. I enjoyed it very much.”

“That’s good… Shall we get up now?”

“Wipe your hands first.”

“My hands…? Oh!”

Chinami flinched as she saw the peach powder clinging to her hands and pulled out a wet wipe.

Should I have just licked it off? I suddenly regretted it.

Chinami meticulously wiped her hands clean, glancing at me. I quietly watched her, then pulled out a regular tissue from the holder and gently brushed it against her lips, as if dusting off dirt.

“You need to wipe your mouth too. There’s so much powder that your lip color has changed.”

“…”

She obediently pouted her lips slightly as I attended to her. After removing most of the powder, I crumpled the tissue and spoke softly.

“I’m suddenly curious.”

“About what…?”

“The powder definitely tasted like peach, but why does its color remind me of apricots?”

“…I-I’ve been wondering about that too…! Shall I look it up when I get home…? Or maybe we could go on a field trip to the company that makes the powder…?”

It was funny how she took my joke seriously. Looking it up when she got home was one thing, but a company field trip…? That sounded just like Chinami.

I felt the urge to look after her, to take care of every little thing. She seemed like a naive country girl who had just arrived in the city, and I felt like she’d be taken advantage of in an instant if I looked away.

“Let’s think about it together later.”

“Okay…! Yes…”

Chinami clenched her fists, determined to find out the answer, and stood up. Then she momentarily lost her balance and stumbled.

“Whoa…!”

I had anticipated this and quickly caught her arm to steady her.

“The movie must have been really engaging. Enough to make you lose your strength.”

“…Yes… It was a really interesting movie… L-Let’s go quickly. I need to use the restroom…”

“Alright.”

We slowly made our way out. Chinami went into the restroom and didn’t come out for a long time. Seeing her touch the front of her pelvis with her freshly washed hands, I figured she’d exhausted herself cleaning up the sticky stuff she’d leaked. My subtle touches during the movie had clearly been effective.

I smiled kindly at her as she fidgeted with her hair, seemingly embarrassed.

“When are you meeting with Inoo-senpai?”

“Huh…? Oh… About an hour from now…”

“What are you going to do until then?”

“H-Have some ice cream for dessert with you, kouhai, and then take the train. That should get me there right on time…”

“Then let’s have ice cream, and I’ll drive you to where you’re meeting Inoo-senpai.”

“You don’t have to… I don’t want to be a burden…”

“You should listen to your disciple.”

“Huh…? Shouldn’t it be the other way aroun… Eek!”

Chinami suddenly stiffened. My hand was gently stroking the line of her shoulder, leading up to her neck. I pressed my fingernails into the stiff vertebrae at the back of her neck.

“Ahh…! Hnn…!”

Chinami’s mouth slowly opened, and a soft moan escaped her lips. She trembled, her eyelids fluttering. Observing her reaction, I asked again,

“I’ll drive you. Okay?”

Chinami gritted her teeth and nodded frantically.

“Yes…! Please drive me…!”

“No backsies?”

“No backsies…! I’ll go…! So, stop, stop that…!”

“Your muscles are really tense. I just want to loosen them up a bit.”

“I-I never asked you to… Ungh! Loosen them…!”

Her voice was starting to rise with agitation.

I should stop before she gets angry. We’d already had quite a bit of physical contact today, and she hadn’t complained about me touching the back of her neck, so I shouldn’t push it.

I gave Chinami’s back a final pat and removed my hand.

“Whew… Huff…”

Chinami breathed heavily, as if she’d just sprinted. She placed her hands on her knees and took a few moments to catch her breath before straightening up.

“L-Let’s go… I need to get out of here…!”

Lines like that make me want to kidnap you.

A fantasy unfolded in my mind. The innocent Saint Chinami, trapped deep within a dungeon after falling for my scheme, disguised as a member of the hero’s party. Separated from the rest of the party, including the hero Renka, she becomes ensnared in my trap of pleasure and gradually falls into depravity…

It felt kind of like that right now.

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