I Possessed the Villain in a Romantic Comedy Game – Chapter 183

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“What are you doing? Are you throwing them away?”

Holding two broken kote in my hands and heading to the storage room, I nodded at the question from the third-year senior who was stretching in front of the club room.

“No. I’m sending them for repair.”

“Why? They look fine.”

“They’re old, and the inside is damaged, so if they move wrongly, someone could get hurt. So I’m sending them along while I’m repairing other things.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Don’t abuse the equipment.”

“I didn’t do anything. Tell the other kids.”

“Aren’t you going to be the captain for the team match? As a leader, shouldn’t you be able to take responsibility for others’ mistakes?”

“Don’t you know about the ‘throwaway captain’?”

A “throwaway captain” refers to a tactic where a strong player is placed first to secure 3 points, thus ending the match before the team’s captain even gets to their turn.

In kendo team matches, it was common to designate the most reliable player as the captain. However, sometimes, though rarely, the “throwaway captain” tactic would be used instead.

It was occasionally used to catch the opponent off guard when there was a big difference in skill between the opposing teams, but almost no teams actually did this.

That senior had no such intention either; he was just joking with me.

“I’ll just throw these away now.”

“Get lost, you punk.”

The senior waved his hand with a smiling face.

I chuckled and exchanged jokes with him, then arrived at the storage room and organized the kote to be sent for repair.

Afterward, as I was filling out the equipment ledger,

“Matsuda-kouhai!”

Chinami, who had entered without a sound, poked me in the back.

“Hey, Master.”

“I’m sorry I’m late. Renka wouldn’t let me go.”

“It’s okay. But what do you mean she wouldn’t let you go?”

“Literally. I told her I had to help you with work, but she said you would be fine on your own, and asked me to supervise another kouhai with her.”

She instigated something, taking advantage of her master’s absence? What a naughty slave.

“That happened? You managed to get away well.”

“I couldn’t possibly have you take care of work all by yourself. But… your handwriting is as poor as ever, Matsuda-kouhai.”

Chinami said, glancing at the equipment ledger.

I scratched the side of my head with my pen and shrugged.

“I’m trying, but it’s not easy to fix.”

“It’s okay. I’m gradually getting used to your handwriting.”

Our Chinami, how could she speak so kindly…

The more she did that, the more I wanted to touch her.

“Huh…!? Ah-ahh!”

As I suddenly squeezed Chinami’s cheeks, she moved her lips like a goldfish. She flailed her arms, trying to push me away, but the reach difference was so great that she couldn’t touch my body at all.

Eventually, she gave up resisting and stood obediently, submitting to my touch. I pressed and moved Chinami’s soft cheek with my palm and asked,

“Shall we stay like this for a moment?”

“…Do it as you pwease.”

“Do it as I please?”

“Yes…”

My heart ached. It hurt because Chinami was simply too cute.

I soothed my burning heart and brought my lips to hers, which smelled sweet as if she had eaten a peach.

*peck*

“Hmph!?”

She opened her eyes wide at my sudden action.

She had told me to do as I pleased, but she probably didn’t expect me to do something like this.

I admired Chinami’s face, which instantly turned pink like a ripe peach, then let go of her stammering cheek and resumed writing the equipment ledger.

Since my relationship with Chinami had progressed by leaps and bounds, I thought it was time to start racking my brain for things that needed to happen.

How could I naturally lead Chinami into a threesome?

This would be a day of deep contemplation.

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“Matsuda.”

Renka called me as I came out, having changed my clothes.

I grinned at her blunt tone, which nevertheless contained a hint of shyness, and replied,

“What?”

“Here. I’m already finished reading it.”

She looked around nervously and handed me the book wrapped in a black plastic bag, as if we were dealing drugs.

I took it and asked,

“So, what do you think?”

“Just… so-so.”

“Is that all?”

“In the beginning, Asagao had a fight with her husband and stormed out, right? Afterward, she decided to reconcile and went to the supermarket to make delicious food, and then…”

Renka recited her thoughts as if she had been waiting.

She explained the story quite thoroughly, talking non-stop about what she liked and what she found lacking. She must have prepared this, fearing that I would find fault with it. She was being so very transparent…

Since there was a slight hint of voluntary obedience, I would make an exception and overlook her attempt to turn Chinami away from me earlier.

“…That’s all. Is that enough?”

“Enough? Why are you asking me that? It’s enough for me if you enjoyed it, Captain.”

“No, you were pushing me, saying ‘Is that all?’…!”

“I was pushing you? I just asked a question?”

“…Oh, yesterday you said it’s nice to have someone to talk about it with…”

“I’m joking. Don’t get all sulky.”

“Who’s sulking?! Don’t get lost in your own fantasies…!”

“Okay, okay, geez. No need to yell…”

Perhaps annoyed by my consistently sly attitude, Renka’s lips protruded in a pout.

I could see her showing that side of herself too. Have I become that comfortable for her?

Hmm… I want to lick those lips that taste like plums and then spray her with my seed.

She muttered strange things with a haughty attitude, looking towards the club room window, then suddenly called me.

“Hey.”

“Yes.”

“The one wish I have left… There’s not much time left for it, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Can you postpone it a little?”

“Why so suddenly?”

“…Well… do you remember my uncles?”

The interesting twins who looked scarier than yakuza but were inherently simple? There was no way I wouldn’t remember them.

“Of course I remember them.”

“They want help during winter break, and they want to take you with them.”

“Really? You want to use that as your last wish?”

“Something like that…”

“Didn’t you say you were looking forward to your last remaining wish? That you’d make sure it would make me suffer a lot?”

“No, well… I can’t really think of anything, and the restaurant business isn’t doing well either… Anyway, can you postpone it?”

From the situation, it seemed those uncles had called Renka, saying they were having a hard time.

It didn’t matter to me, but would I have to take pictures of the food again?

If so, I should either stay there with Renka for a day.

The park there was pretty, and a walk at night would be atmospheric and nice.

“Well… sure, why not. Let’s do that.”

Was she surprised by my ready acceptance? Renka’s eyes widened slightly.

“C-can we really do that?”

“I commend your concern for your family’s business’ wellbeing, and it’s been a while since I last saw your uncles… So I’ll make an exception for you. But why are you looking at me like that? Did you think I’d find fault with it or something?”

“N-no…? Why are you fantasizing again?”

No, what do you mean no… It’s written all over your face.

I let out a small laugh and said,

“Anyway, let’s do that.”

“Okay… Thank you. Oh, and… there’s one more thing I want to say.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’m really grateful for your kindness, and I know I owe you. But I’m using a wish. Right?”

“That’s right.”

“So don’t try to use this as an excuse to demand something in return… Don’t do that.”

I barely managed to suppress the laughter that threatened to burst out of me.

It was because Renka, who was looking at me nervously, fearing that I might seize the opportunity and make her do something strange, was so funny.

Renka’s training seems to be going well, huh? Very good.

“Understood.”

“…Really?”

I had no intention of asking for anything in return for this… Because I was going to get something else anyway.

“Shall we pinky swear?”

“W-what pinky swear…! No.”

She sharply turned her head away when I tried to extend my pinky finger.

The tip of her tied-up ponytail shifting to the side was quite pretty.

As I watched Renka, who was being snippy with a surprisingly docile tone today, I felt my mood plummet when the door opened and Tetsuya came out.

That bastard had a knack for ruining the atmosphere. I needed to teach him a lesson properly sometime.

“Matsuda-kun, what’s your blood type? I’ll guess. Is it B?”

“That’s right.”

“So that’s why you’re so stubborn.”

Miyuki joked in a playful tone.

I chuckled and said,

“Seeing as how you’re so nosy, you have to be an O type.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“Is Bread Girl so timid because she’s an A type?”

At that, Masako, who was rustling and eating bread in front of us, coughed.

She chokes just at the mere mention of her. Would she be like that during sex too?

Hmm, that doesn’t sound so bad…

As I spent time chatting idly with Miyuki, I made a frustrated face when Tetsuya, who was sitting next to me, joined our conversation.

“Guys, the blood type personality theory has no scientific basis. You shouldn’t believe it.”

Ugh… That bastard. Look at him ruining the mood.

That’s why you’ll never make it in life. Do you really think Miyuki is an idiot who blindly believes in the blood type personality theory?

She’s using it as an issue for an interesting conversation. What would Miyuki think of you if you cut off the conversation like that?

You’re nothing but a past-recollection-only loser with a childhood friend buff…

I’m so proud of you, accumulating disfavor stacks all by yourself. Keep it up.

“I wonder what blood type would a psycho with a gloomy personality have?”

At my overtly targeted remark at Tetsuya, Miyuki frowned and lightly hit my arm.

After this minor incident, class began.

Miyuki, perhaps truly hoping I would get good grades on the final exam, constantly asked me if there were any parts I didn’t understand even while listening to the lecture.

“This part here…”

She explained meticulously, pushing her side hair behind her ear, then,

“Hanazawa. Do your tutoring during break time.”

As a bonus, she was pointed out by the teacher who noticed, and her face turned red.

It was both funny and beautiful how she hurriedly distanced herself from my desk and concentrated on the class.

Especially the sight of her putting her mechanical pencil above her philtrum and pouting her lips while gazing at the blackboard was like a painting.

Was this the moment in a romantic comedy genre where the male protagonist falls for the female protagonist?

It was a cliché that would normally appear in the early stages, but seeing it now didn’t feel bad.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, Miyuki sat down demurely with an embarrassed face. Then she subtly extended one hand under the desk, took my hand, and intertwined her fingers with mine.

We swung each other’s arms back and forth in the empty space between the chairs. It was a sweet feeling. Was Miyuki thinking the same as me?

If only the loud-breathing Tetsuya wasn’t next to us, I would have thought it was a perfect romantic comedy with me as the protagonist… Today, my disgust level was rising again.

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