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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“W-Well… look at you, insulting me again with that unbelievably harmful mouth of yours…”
She felt very… very…
“Just kidding. I’ll loosen you up a bit more before we go. Shall we lie down for a moment?”
She thought to herself, ‘Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad?’
“S-Sure…?”
Chinami’s face paled as she completely fell for the suggestion. She remembered how she had wet herself right before she went to shower.
She glanced at the now-clean bed and asked, trembling,
“Y-You’re not planning on touching… my sensitive areas again… are you?!”
“I won’t. Just a massage.”
“…Really…?”
“I promise.”
Seeing Matsuda-kouhai’s serious expression, Chinami felt her heart skip a beat and shook her head vigorously. She shouldn’t look at that face; it wasn’t good for her heart.
Just as she was steeling her resolve, Matsuda-kouhai, now sitting on the sofa, beckoned her over. She immediately abandoned her resolve and trotted over to him.
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“Master.”
“Yes…”
“We’re here.”
“Yes…”
“Shouldn’t you get out? You must be sleepy.”
“Yes…”
Chinami fidgeted, repeating the same answer over and over. The oversized, fluffy white fleece she was wearing, its sleeves covering the bottom of her palms, looked adorable.
She had accepted the last massage just fine, so why was she suddenly shy again?
I understood. Now that she had regained her composure, the aftereffects of today’s transgression were probably hitting her, making her feel uneasy.
I unbuckled her seatbelt as she stared down at her lap.
*click*
The crisp sound made Chinami flinch and look up.
“Oh…? Where are we…?”
“At your house, Master.”
“Ah… we’re here already…?”
“Yes.”
“Then… thank you for today… take care on the way back…”
Chinami bowed to me and reached for the passenger door handle.
I had already turned on the hazard lights and put the car in park. I got out first and went around to the passenger side, offering my hand to the puzzled Chinami.
“I’ll walk you to your door.”
“Y-You don’t have to…”
“I’m worried about you.”
“…”
Was she happy about my concern? Chinami smiled shyly and placed her hand in mine, spreading her fingers as if to compare the size of our palms.
“Y-Your hands are so big…”
“Are they?”
“Yes… very big…”
Perhaps because we had just had sex, her comment about my large hands sounded incredibly erotic. Was it normal to be turned on by her innocent surprise, devoid of any malice?
I had thought this before, but maybe I should see a psychiatrist soon.
I curled my fingers, enveloping Chinami’s hand completely.
“Shall we go?”
“…Yes.”
We passed through the automatic doors of her apartment building and stood in front of the elevator. She pressed the button, and the floor indicator began to count down with a quiet beep. When the elevator arrived on the first floor, I led Chinami inside.
“What floor?”
She pressed the button for the fifth floor without answering. I had expected her to be fidgety, but she was surprisingly calm.
“Your parents are probably asleep, right?”
“Yes…”
“Did you tell them you’d be coming home late?”
“Yes… But, um… Matsuda-kouhai?”
“Yes?”
“Are you going to… keep holding my hand…?”
“Of course.”
“Ah…”
Chinami nodded at my nonchalant reply and turned her feet inwards, tapping the soles of her sneakers with the toe caps. Seeing her act like a little girl brought a smile to my face.
When the slowly ascending elevator reached the fifth floor, I led Chinami out. Since it was a corridor-style apartment building, there was only one direction to go, so I didn’t need to ask where her apartment was.
As if we were of one mind, we walked side by side down the brightly lit hallway, matching our pace without a word.
When we reached the door to apartment 505, Chinami stopped and looked up at me.
“This is it…”
“I see. Go inside and get some rest. Make sure to wash your hands and feet.”
“Okay…”
I released Chinami’s hand, which was still flushed, and gently pulled her into a hug. Her head rested against my chest. I stroked the back of her head.
“See you tomorrow.”
“…You be careful going home too…”
“Yes.”
As I pulled away from the hug and stepped back, Chinami, who had been wearing a demure smile, raised both hands to her shoulders and waved them back and forth, like a preschool teacher saying goodbye to her students.
I chuckled at her unexpectedly innocent gesture, waved back, and got into the elevator.
I drove home, washed my face, and lay down. It was already three in the morning. It had been about twenty minutes since I parted ways with Chinami. I wondered what she was doing.
Was she stuffing her face with peaches?
She definitely wouldn’t be sleeping peacefully… I should check on her.
I turned down the brightness on my phone and opened the messaging app. Just as I was about to send Chinami a message,
“Huh?”
I noticed that the expression on Momo-chan in her profile picture had changed. Heart eyes this time?
It wasn’t a dazed or angry Momo-san, but a lovestruck one… Chinami often expressed her emotions through her profile picture, so this Momo-chan indicated that she viewed today’s events as a positive memory.
I had been worried she might be stressed, so this was a relief.
By the way, there were so many variations of Momo-chan… Would there be an ahegao version too? If there was a Momo-chan enthusiast with peculiar tastes, it wasn’t impossible that they would commission one.
I suddenly felt a sense of dread. I didn’t want to gaze into the abyss.
I changed my mind about contacting Chinami. She seemed to be lost in thought, so I decided to let her be.
I would talk to her the next day. That would be better.
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“Did you not sleep? Why are there dark circles under your eyes?”
Miyuki asked, glancing at my face as soon as she got in the car.
I let out a short yawn as I gripped the steering wheel and replied,
“Just… messing around on my phone.”
I would have to tell Miyuki about Chinami eventually. But not today.
Why? Because it was too obvious what I had been up to. Even if Miyuki had given me permission to be with Chinami, I needed to give it some time.
“You weren’t watching porn until late, were you?”
“Are you still harping on that one incident? It’s starting to get boring, so tease me about something else.”
“Like what?”
“That’s for you to figure out.”
“Alright. I’ll think about it.”
The fact that the studious Miyuki was going to “think about it” was scary. I had a feeling she would come up with something that wasn’t mean, but still embarrassing… and difficult to retort.
I chatted with Miyuki on the way to the academy. As soon as we arrived at the classroom, I barely acknowledged my classmates’ greetings and slumped onto my desk.
I had slept less than this many times before, but I felt incredibly tired. I might not be as exhausted as Chinami, but I had definitely used up a lot of mental energy.
“Matsuda-kun, are you going to sleep? Class is about to start.”
Miyuki’s concerned voice came from beside me. I nodded slightly, my forehead resting on my arm.
Miyuki poked my back and continued,
“Then get some rest. I’ll wake you up when class starts.”
Ah… Miyuki was the best. If it weren’t for her kindness, I would probably be skipping class right now.
Wait, why was I acting like a goody-two-shoes who couldn’t miss class? I really needed to get a grip of myself. This wasn’t the Matsuda Ken I knew.
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“Matsuda…! Wait up.”
Lunchtime.
I had bought some snacks for Miyuki and, as an act of charity, for that hanger-on Tetsuya, and was about to head back to the classroom when I heard Renka’s urgent voice behind me. I turned around.
“Hello, Captain.”
“What did you do with Chinami yesterday?”
She immediately started interrogating me. I frowned slightly and repeated,
“Hello…?”
Renka finally realized what I wanted and reluctantly returned the greeting.
“…Hello.”
“So, why are you asking about yesterday?”
“Because Chinami’s acting strange.”
“Strange? How so?”
“She zones out in the middle of our conversations. And she’s been spacing out during class too.”
So Chinami hadn’t told Renka. Well, it was understandable that she would be embarrassed to talk about her first time.
Still, it was unexpected. I thought they would have been honest with each other, considering their close friendship. Were they being cautious because of where they were? Would they have a heart-to-heart at a cafe after club activities?
“And… the way she walks is a little strange.”
I furrowed my brow at Renka’s next comment.
“What do you mean by that?”
“She looks incredibly uncomfortable while walking, but she’s trying to hide it.”
So she had muscle soreness. I was certain that she would have some level of soreness, but for Renka to emphasize it with “incredibly,” it must be quite severe. Imagining Chinami trying to walk normally beside Renka made me want to laugh. I would have to take care of that during club activities.
“Master will be fine.”
“How do you know? She’s even sweating.”
“Are you really curious about what happened yesterday?”
“W-Well, I am curious, but… I’m not obsessed with finding out. I’m just worried because you were acting suspiciously yesterday.”
She had matured. That’s right, don’t pry too much. It would only create resentment, and if that resentment festered, it would lead to fights. I did want to see them bicker because of me, but I didn’t want them to genuinely fight.
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It seems that Chinami is in need of some massage 🤔
Thx for the chapter ❤️
Tftc