Chapter 13: I know that Miyagi is not delicious — 13
Translated by KaiesV
Edited by KaiesV
No matter whose blood it is, it doesn’t taste good.
The impression I got from licking the blood on my finger, which was stuck out of my mouth, was not sothing I would have expected.
Miyagi’s blood also tastes like iron rust, just like when I licked my own blood. I don’t know if that’s right because I’ve never actually licked rusty steel before, but it didn’t change the fact that it tasted bad. Cider, which I don’t like, tastes much better.
「Give it a good lick.」
With a word, a finger is pressed against , and the liquid overflowing from her body wet my lips. I reflexively close my mouth. But Miyagi’s fingers enter my mouth as if to pry open my closed teeth.
When her finger touches my tongue, I taste blood more clearly than before.
Is it A or B?
Or is it another blood type?
I don’t know Miyagi’s blood, but whatever it is, it’s not sothing I like to lick. But my feelings didn’t seem to matter, and the finger was never pulled out, and the taste of blood beca thicker as I pressed my tongue against the wound.
The taste of blood, more vivid than my own blood that I have licked in the past, is still not tasty.
I think this kind of thing is only done with Miyagi.
Even if I have a lover in the future and she cute off my finger, I will not let him lick my blood.
It’s just not that tasty or hygienic.
Miyagi will be the first and last ti I do sothing like this.
I swallow the blood spreading in my mouth.
The sensation of soone else’s bodily fluids falling down on my throat and into my stomach is not pleasant. Instead of protest, I press my tongue against the wound, and a labored breath escapes from Miyagi.
Then another liquid resembling iron rust stains my tongue and I swallow the blood.
The blood that flows from the wound does not stop.
It’s no wonder, since the bleeding doesn’t.
Every ti the blood spreads, my mouth and body seed to be invaded by Miyagi, giving goosebumps.
These things are not good.
It’s an unsound order.
Maybe it’s not healthy to have people giving orders and people listening to them, but I know that what we are doing right now is not very good.
Even as I think it is, I strongly set my teeth on the wound.
My mouth is stained with taste of blood.
I don’t want to swallow it, but Miyagi’s blood goes down my throat.
「Open your mouth.」
Miyagi said in a emotionless voice.
When I didn’t obey the words I thought I heard, her finger was forcibly pulled out and asked a question.
「Does human blood taste good?」
The taste of blood remained in my mouth.
It tasted worse than cider, and I felt like my mouth was covered in that oppressive liquid.
「Maybe it would taste good if I were a vampire, but I’m a human, so it doesn’t.」
「It’s iron supplentation, you know?」
Miyagi says irresponsibly and laughs.
I have no taste for iron supplentation with human blood. If it’s going to be part of my body, I’d rather eat a liver even if I don’t like it.
——That’s right.
The blood of Miyagi that enters becos a part of my body.
Thinking of this made feel heavy in the stomach area.
「I’ll borrow a cup.」
As if leaving the words behind, I open the cupboard faster than Miyagi can reply. I take out the glass that always contains cider and fills it halfway with water.
Gulp.
I drink water to push away the blood remaining in my mouth.
Emptying the glass, I look at Miyagi and see that the blood is still flowing out.
「Your hand, let it out.」
I’m not going to ask for answers.
I grab Miyagi’s wrist without question. Then I wash off her blood-stained fingers. This ti, Miyagi did not resist. She was quietly exposing her fingers to the running water.
「I’ll get you a bandage, just leave it.」
Even if I ask Miyagi, she won’t tell where the bandage is anyway. If that were the case, it would be quicker to bring my own.
I go back to Miyagi’s room and pull out a nice bandage from my bag that is supposed to heal wounds faster. When I returned to the kitchen, Miyagi was looking at her wound.
「Yes.」
I offer her the bandage I brought with .
「Won’t you put it on?」
「You an you want to put it up?」
There was no reply. Instead, she stuck out her finger.
If I spoil them, they won’t grow up to be good people.
Yes, they will beco a useless person like Miyagi.
Even in highschool, they beco spoiled people who doesn’t even know how bandage on themselves.
But this is probably part of the order.
That’s the way it is, so I’m going to put a bandage on the wound.
「The rice, it’s cooked, right?」
I ask Miyagi as throw away the trash from the functional but not pretty bandage.
「It’s cooked.」
「Go sit over there.」
「The cabbage?」
「I’ll cut it myself.」
I’m not in a hurry, but I don’t want to fret over every shred of cabbage, and I don’t want to get her fingers cut again.
I kick Miyagi out of the kitchen and chop the cabbage while frying the karaage.
I take the liberty of bringing out a plate and serving it.
On the counter table, I arrange the plates with the rice. As we sit down side by side and say, “Itadakimasu,” to each other, Miyagi grumpily bites into a piece of karaage next to .
First munch, second munch.
Her expression doesn’t change.
「Is it not delicious?」
I ask, and the answer cos quickly.
「It’s delicious.」
It is nice to be told that what I make tastes good.
But I’ve never seen a person eat sothing that tastes so good that it doesn’t taste good.
「Sendai-san.」
「Nhn?」
「What’s the reason for you to do this?」
「Like I said, it’s for dinner.」
「You don’t have to do this again.」
With a mouth full of deliciousness, Miyagi said coldly.
「You don’t like karaage?」
「Whether I like it or hate it, you don’t have to make it.」
Miyagi at school does not appear to be the type to express negative emotions. Sotis I see her in the corner of my eye, talking or laughing happily with her friends. It is very different from when she is talking to . Perhaps it is the environnt of her own ho, her own territory, but Miyagi seems extrely unstable when she is with .
That doesn’t an I’m letting get it to that much.
It’s just exhausting trying to find out what soone who doesn’t know what they’re thinking is thinking. Besides, the only person I have to put in a good mood is Umina.
「Miyagi, don’t you cook?」
I decide to change the murky air by changing the subject.
「I’m not bothered if I can’t cook.」
「I can teach you how to cook.」
「You don’t have to, it’s fine.」
「I see.」
That’s right.
I thought you would say that.
I don’t want to force her to teach her how to cook, so I end the conversation there and take a bite of the karaage.
It tastes good, even to .
Miyagi doesn’t say a word, but puts the dinner lined up on the table into her stomach.
The al is over in a short ti compared to the ti it takes to cook, and I am ordered to read my novel as if I were being harassed.
In Miyagi’s room, I continue to read aloud a long series of sentences.
How many enough was there.
Naturally, I can’t read it all the way through. I spend three hours at Miyagi’s house, including dinner, and leaving the apartnt.
A few days later, she called to her ho, but she never asked to cook for her, nor I did cook for her. However, we did have together. We also had dinner together after White Day, but I did not return the favor.
I go ho where there is no answer to my “I’m ho,” and put a 5,000 yen bill in my piggy bank.
What am I expecting from Miyagi?
When I lifted the piggy on my chest, it was neither heavy nor light.
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