[Its a story about a chocolatier whos been in unrequited love with a woman for 12 years. The woman is already married, but shes having marital problems. So, she throws covert advances at the chocolatier, who once loved her, trying to use him... Its that kind of drama. I played the role of a sowhat mischievous married woman, giving off a sowhat materialistic vibe.]
As the actress briefly introduced the drama she starred in, the host, with a playful deanor, inquired,
[A romantic drama then?]
[Its a bit... Well, its about an affair, so...]
[When I do it, its romance, but when others do it, its an affair - that kind, right?]
[Uh...?]
The actress was taken aback.
The studio audience burst into laughter, enhancing the lively atmosphere on TV.
As I was watching a variety show with Miyuki,
Thump. Click.
She touched my nail with the tip of her nail, making chuckle.
You said to watch TV, but youre not even interested?
Matsuda-kun.
Yes?
Take care of your nails.
All of a sudden?
Theyre pretty but too rough.
Turning the TV volu down as low as possible, I lay down beside Miyuki.
She then caught my ssy bangs between her index and middle fingers, tugging them downward gently.
Playing with my bangs as if she were a hairstylist, she said,
Matsuda-kun.
Yes?
Feeling sleepy?
No, are you?
Im not either.
You should still try to sleep. Its tough if you ss up your day and night cycle.
From the way youre saying it, Matsuda-kun seems to switch his day and night frequently. What do you do at night?
Her intention to slyly probe into my past was all too evident.
Looking outwards, with a shrug of my shoulder, I retorted,
Want to tell you?
Yes, Im curious... No, actually... Im not curious...
She hastily tried to shake her head in denial. Seeing my teasing grin, she seed to feel a subtle anxiety.
Too bad.
Dont... dont get any weird ideas...
What weird idea? Like the one youre having right now?
What are you talking about...!
Miyuki, biting her lower lip with her front teeth, tightly gripped the hem of my t-shirt.
It reminded of her deanor during our first experience.
Twisting her body as if uncomfortable and showing signs of embarrassnt, she continued speaking.
Ah...! The cultural festival is over, when do you want to co for dinner?
Whenever youd like.
Mm, but Matsuda-kun.
Yes?
Im cold.
She could just ask for a hug, but she always has to beat around the bush. I wonder when our Miyuki will ever be frank with her feelings. Shes so fox-like.
Cover yourself with the blanket. Ill close the window.
.....
Kidding. Co here.
As I chuckled and slid my hand under Miyukis neck, she naturally nestled into , making my arm her pillow.
Holding her close, I spoke.
What do you want to do after you wake up tomorrow?
Ill see how I feel first and then decide...
Did it hurt a lot? Does it still hurt?
Why... why are you asking about that...!
Its important to discuss such matters so we can better understand each other, and incorporate feedback the next ti.
I wanted to convey this, but Miyuki was feeling quite shy at the mont. Given that this was right after her first ti, discussing the topic would likely be embarrassing, so it was best to remain silent.
Sorry, sorry.
As I gently apologized and patted her hip, she let out a soft whimper and clung even closer to .
Soon after, she let out a tiny yawn. It seed the tension was finally dissipating, and fatigue was washing over her all at once.
You said you werent sleepy, but it seems youre falling asleep pretty quickly.
With a mischievous tone, I teased Miyuki. When she pressed her forehead against my chest, I chuckled softly.
Today was a day full of events.
It was the most significant day since I arrived in Dokiaca, a day when all the actions Ive taken so far showed their brightest result.
I felt proud. And my heart was still fluttering. Since Miyuki was practically glued to I wondered if she noticed my rapidly beating heart
.....
Judging by her soft breathing, indicating she had fallen asleep, it didnt seem like she did.
Good night.
Afraid that speaking aloud might wake Miyuki, I silently wished her goodnight and closed my eyes.
***
Ill go in now.
Okay.
As Miyuki, about to leave the passenger seat, looked down at her right hand, she noticed my fist tightly holding onto her pinky. A flush instantly spread across her cheeks.
She glanced between her hand and mine and said,
You have to let go of my hand for to leave...
You can just pull away.
Youre holding too tightly; I cant...
But I was holding it as lightly as I could...
When I smirked, as if mocking her claim, Miyuki brought my hand to her cheek and gave the back of it a gentle kiss.
A faint pink lipstick mark was left behind.
She looked at it with satisfaction, got out of the car, and smiled brightly.
You cant postpone it this ti, okay?
She was referring to the dinner invitation.
I took a sip of the water and responded.
Alright.
Hearing my response, she waved briefly and began to walk down the alley. Although she was trying to maintain her composure, it was evident she was struggling.
Judging by how she was clutching her lower abdon and her gait, it seed her inner thigh muscles, and perhaps even deeper, were sore... I couldnt just let her go like this.
I hastily parked the car, rushed to Miyuki, and supported her.
Why do you have to hide it? If youre in pain, just say so... Its frustrating...
At my chiding, the corners of Miyukis lips montarily twitched upwards before settling back down. She clearly liked my gesture of concern.
As she continued to walk with my support, her lips quivered slightly.
...If my parents find out... Ill just say we hung out in the morning...
Do as you wish.
Dont be so blunt...
Are you gearing up for another nagging?
Because Matsuda-kun listens only when nagged...
Suppressing a chuckle, I gently rubbed and pressed on Miyukis lower abdon.
But isnt your nagging a bit excessive today?
... Its not nagging, its advice for Matsuda-kuns sake... Mm...
Miyuki seed to savor my touch.
As I smirked and moved my hand further down, she quickly grabbed my wrist and lifted it upwards, causing to pause.
Hey, were outside...
Theres no one around?
Even so, we shouldnt...
Okay.
Also... Ill call you tonight, can you co out...?
Why at night? To take a walk?
Yes...
She was gradually trying to replace the mories she had with Tetsuya with our monts.
It was a positive sign. Miyuki was trying to overwrite her mories with Tetsuya by superimposing them with our mories.
Can you walk?
Maybe...? I think Ill be better after a bit of rest...
Dont push yourself. Lets just watch a late-night movie. Tomorrows a holiday anyway.
Im fine with anything. But... can I rest my feet on your lap when were watching the movie?
Do whatever you want today.
Can I lean my head on you too?
Just dont cross the line.
Amidst our playful banter, we arrived at Miyukis house.
Standing in front of her front door, she looked back several tis before finally unlocking it and entering.
I wanted to flirt longer, but given her physical state, it cant be helped. She needs proper rest.
With a hint of reluctance, after seeing Miyuki off, I drove towards the city center.
Upon parking in a public parking area, I walked through the bustling crowd, opened my ssaging app, and tried to find Chinami by syncing the contacts.
Found her.
Among the few contacts listed, there was a profile picture that was unmistakably Chinamis even at a glance.
The photo is as expected. It matches her personality quite well.
The nickna is also Momo, which ans peach, combined with an honorific suffix to make it [Momo-nim].
Cute. If we get closer, I might want to call her that.
[Sensei, what are you doing?]
Not long after sending the ssage, I received a reply from Chinami.
[Ah, its you, Matsuda hubae-nim. I was about to eat.]
[Rice?]
[Yes, how did you know?]
[Just had a feeling.]
[Hubae-nim, do you have a really good intuition? Impressive!]
I was teasing... but she took it at face value.
Following was an emoticon of a peach character clapping its hands.
Staring blankly at the mischievous character, I tapped on my screen.
[Is that a peach character in your profile picture? You like peaches that much?]
[Yes. I even had so as an appetizer today.]
[Dont people usually have it as a dessert?]
[I do it this way. Of course, I plan to have so as dessert too.]
Co to think of it, Chinami is the perfect character for a sub-heroine in a visual novel.
The sort of character who lacks self-awareness, often showing her innocence... infused with moe elents, portraying an innocent charm
[It must be a pity that peach season is going to end, right?]
[There are still plenty around, so its okay. But what brings you to ssage your sensei? Curious about kendo?]
[No, just checking in as your student. Given our ntor-student relationship, its only right.]
[Of course. What are you up to, Matsuda hubae-nim?]
Obviously, as your student, Im doing sothing grand - like planning to conquer Renka and showing her to you...
It must be too grand from your perspective... the unbeatable ace yielding to . Of course, you wouldnt believe that, but seeing Renka, dressed up in the corrupted assistant costu, lying down to serve , youll soon realize the reality in shock
And when you see Renka, who has always been elegant and lofty, break down, so kind of sadistic nature will be awakened, and youll tell her in an innocent tone that Renka-chan is trash, that you are disappointed and as shell vehently deny, Ill keep fucking her from behind, leading her to climax...
This is quite an intriguing fantasy.
[Im out shopping for a bit.]
[What do you plan to buy?]
[A little bit of this and that. Should I get peach ice cream for you?]
[Appreciate the thought, but I have plenty at ho. Im off to eat.]
[Enjoy your al.]
[Thank you, Matsuda hubae-nim. Enjoy your shopping.]
After ending the conversation with Chinami, I headed to the stationery store.
There, I started selecting items one by one that Miyuki might like.
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