I Possessed the Villain in a Romantic Comedy Game – Chapter 176

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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*thwack!*

The familiar thud of a shinai hitting my opponent’s men echoed through the room. I was certain I had scored a point, but I maintained my stance and waited for the referee’s judgment, not letting my guard down.

“Ippon! Return to your positions!”

Goro shouted, raising the red flag.

After scoring the point and finishing the match, I bowed to my opponent and walked over to Chinami, who was clapping enthusiastically, and grinned.

“How was I?”

“Wonderful! Great momentum, and your posture may not have been perfect, but it was very good. You have the qualities of a good Senpou. But don’t get complacent. The tournament will be filled with highly skilled competitors.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good. Now, have a seat. I’ll untie your men.”

I knelt in front of Chinami, and she began to carefully untie the straps of my men. Wanting to tease her, I shook my head playfully.

Chinami placed her hand on her hip and glared at me, then,

*tap*

She lightly tapped my men.

“Please stay still…! What are you doing?”

“A teacher hitting her student… that makes me a little sad.”

“Oh…! Don’t think of it as hitting. It’s discipline with love.”

“Fine. But Master.”

“Yes?”

“Would you like a massage tomorrow?”

“Huh…?”

Chinami froze halfway through and let out a soft gasp. She quickly looked around and whispered,

“A massage…? An oil massage…?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm… I don’t know… That’s a rather sudden offer…”

“Really?”

“It would have been nice if you had told me beforehand… Hmm… I’ll think about it and give you an answer after I get home…”

“Alright.”

“Okay…”

Chinami fidgeted, her face turning bright red. She was already getting excited even though I hadn’t mentioned anything beyond a massage.

“Shouldn’t you finish untying my men?”

“Oh… right… Stay still… I’ll scold you if you move…”

“I haven’t moved.”

“Yes… I know…”

Her flustered demeanor was adorable. Judging by her reaction, she would probably say yes. Maybe I could try… creampieing her? It wouldn’t hurt to try, right, Chinami?

Later that night, almost at midnight… I was watching TV, waiting for Chinami’s reply, when my phone buzzed.

[Thank you for the offer, but I think I’ll have to decline.]

It was a disappointing, but expected, response.

[I’ll just give you a normal massage.]

[Oh, then I’ll think about it again and let you know tomorrow.]

Her immediate change of heart meant that she had been thinking about sex when I offered the massage. Our Chinami was definitely a pervert.

She probably declined initially because she was worried about Miyuki.

I smirked at the cuteness and subtle perversion in her message and replied,

[Okay.]

[Yes. Good night.]

I could have continued the conversation, but I didn’t see the need to bother her so late at night. Besides, I had something important to do with Chinami tomorrow, so she needed her rest.

I looked at her profile picture. It was still the same Momo-chan with heart eyes… Had Renka seen it? Judging by her reactions so far, she probably hadn’t.

I sent Renka a message.

[Are you asleep?]

My phone remained silent. I was starting to wonder if she was ignoring me or if she was actually asleep when,

[I’m not.]

A very tsundere-like reply.

[Why?]

[Just because.]

[What are you doing?]

[Lying down. What do you need?]

[Do I have to need something in order to message you?]

[It’s late.]

[So I shouldn’t message you, then?]

[I didn’t say that.]

Her lukewarm responses were strangely amusing. I liked it. I felt like I could text her all day without getting bored. I hoped she would feel the same way someday… but that was probably wishful thinking for now.

[What are you doing?]

[I told you, I’m lying down.]

[Doing what?]

[Talking to you.]

[What were you doing before that?]

[I was using my phone.]

[If you were using your phone, you would have seen my message sooner. It took you a while to reply.]

My phone fell silent again, as if proving Renka’s guilt. A moment later, her excuse arrived.

[I was watching a video.]

[Okay. I’ll let it slide.]

[I don’t understand why I have to explain myself to you. Do I have to reply to your messages instantly?]

She made excuses, yet she still wanted to save face. How cute.

[It would be nice if you did.]

[No.]

[Thank you.]

[I said no, so why are you thanking me?]

[By the way, Captain, what will you do for me if I win the tournament?]

[Don’t change the subject.]

[You’ll grant me a wish? Alright.]

[I can’t have a normal conversation with you.]

[Good night.]

With that final message, Renka stopped replying.

Resisting the urge to tease her further, I opened AniShare and checked my inbox. Nothing but a few spam messages. Renka hadn’t unblocked me yet.

I closed my eyes, looking forward to tomorrow.

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“Matsuda-kun, you know we have a test in the first period, right?”

The next morning, in the classroom…

I frowned as I pulled out my textbook from under my desk and opened it. Miyuki’s sudden announcement caught me off guard.

“A test? What test?”

“I told you we have a math quiz. Don’t you remember?”

Now that she mentioned it, I vaguely remembered the teacher saying something about a practice test for the finals. I had been messing around with Miyuki during class and hadn’t paid attention, and since she hadn’t brought it up again, I had forgotten about it… until now.

“Does it count towards our grade?”

“No. Don’t worry.”

Then what was the point? The teacher was either very enthusiastic or just didn’t want to teach and was using the test as an excuse.

“He said he wouldn’t make it too difficult… You should aim for at least fifteen out of twenty, right?”

Everyone knew I was bad at math. Miyuki, the bread girl, the vice-class president, that leech Tetsuya, and even the rest of the class.

Yet she expected me to get fifteen questions right?

I looked at Miyuki, dumbfounded.

“That’s 75%. Isn’t that a little too high of an expectation?”

“I believe you can do it.”

She seemed to have high hopes for me, so I had to live up to them. I would have to rack my brain and somehow manage a good score… and then a reverse cowgirl position.

“Alright.”

“Tetsuya-kun, your target is also 75%. Got it?”

Miyuki leaned forward and looked at Tetsuya expectantly. He flinched and chuckled awkwardly, doodling in his notebook.

“S-Sure…”

“Why? No confidence?”

“Not really… I’m bad at math, like Matsuda…”

“Do your best.”

In the past, Miyuki would have asked Tetsuya about the formulas or problems he didn’t understand and offered to study with him before the test. But now, she just gave him a simple word of encouragement and poked my side, urging me to open my notes.

Did Tetsuya notice Miyuki’s behavior? I hoped this would cause him to explode with inferiority, like he did before I slapped him, and sever his lingering connection to Miyuki as her childhood friend.

Of course, I wouldn’t mind severing it myself.

I pretended to give in to Miyuki’s nagging, opened up my notebook, and studied hard. When the teacher arrived and the quiz began, I focused all my attention on the questions.

After the first period ended, I checked my answers and cursed inwardly.

My score was far below expectations.

‘What the…’

I had been sure I knew the answers, and I thought I had done well… Why was my score so low?

The human brain was a truly mysterious thing.

At this rate, I was worried about the finals. I needed to study more.

“What did you get, Matsuda-kun?”

Miyuki, who had already finished grading her quiz, asked with a smile.

I forced a smile and answered honestly,

“40%.”

“…40%…?”

“Yeah.”

She’d been smiling, thinking I was joking, but her face quickly fell as she saw the numerous X marks on my test paper. She frowned slightly.

“Why…? Haven’t you been reviewing…?”

“Nope.”

“Why are you saying that so casually…?”

“I have nothing to say.”

As expected, I was a total idiot. I quickly forgot what I learned.

Miyuki seemed speechless, stunned by my score. She glanced at Tetsuya, who also looked troubled.

“What about you, Tetsuya-kun?”

“Me…? I, uh…”

Judging by his evasiveness, he must have gotten a low score too.

“This won’t do… This is bad…”

Miyuki muttered, shaking her head.

I had a feeling she would use this as an excuse to start tutoring us at my house.

Would she invite Tetsuya too? If so, I’d have to find a way to fool around with Miyuki under the kotatsu. And I’d have to get an air purifier. I didn’t want that loser’s breath polluting my room.

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