Translator: RaidenTL
"Alright! Today, I'm finally going to teach you how to hold a shinai!"
You're always so cheerful.
I wish you'd tone it down a little when we're fucking.
"How to hold a shinai? But I was told I couldn't even touch one until I learned proper etiquette."
"I heard about that from the director. But the other first-year juniors are learning the grip, the stances, and even the footwork. If you fall behind, Matsuda-kun, it'll be tough for you later. So I'm going to teach you in secret."
Chinami...! How can you be so nice?
I'm touched. Should I suck you off?
"Is that really okay? If we get caught..."
"Even if we do, he might say something to our faces, but I'm sure he'll turn a blind eye behind the scenes. The director would want this too, I'm sure. For you to learn from me, Matsuda-kun."
"You think so?"
"Of course. If a new member who came here to learn kendo was only taught manager duties, they'd lose interest in no time. Still, the director did give his orders, so let's practice somewhere the other members can't see us. Aren't you excited?"
Somewhere the other members can't see us...
Sounds kind of dirty.
"Yes, I'm excited."
"You don't look excited at all."
At Chinami's doubtful words, I stretched my facial muscles into a wide grin. Exaggerated joy.
Seeing my expression, Chinami flinched and took half a step back.
"Wh-what's with that evil-looking expression...?"
You told me to be happy, and now you're calling me evil. How harsh.
"I'm just happy."
"Right... you are...?"
"I told you I am."
"Ahem... Okay... First..."
After clearing her throat a few times, she led me to the shinai storage rack.
"A shinai isn't something you use for a long time like protective gear. As you use it, the bamboo warps and gets damaged, and when that happens, you have to replace it with a new one right away. It would be a huge problem if a splinter from a broken shinai got stuck in someone during a match. The shinai here are shared among the members, so think of them as consumables."
"Understood."
"First, I'll explain the structure of the shinai. The leather covering the hilt is called the tsukagawa [handle leather], but people usually just call the whole hilt the tsuka, so keep that in mind. And..."
Chinami began to explain the structure of the shinai, pointing to each part with her finger.
The tsukagawa, the tsuba [handguard], the tsuru [back string], the naka-yui [middle leather strap], the sakigawa[tip]...
Each part had a different name, and there were even different types of shinai depending on their shape.
"Have you memorized it all?" Chinami asked after her thorough explanation.
I nodded and replied.
"I think so."
Chinami then pointed to the somewhat thick joint below the blade part of the shinai.
"Then what's this part called?"
"The monouchi."
"This leather strap, and this round thing below it?"
"The naka-yui, and the tsuba."
"Then this area?"
"The striking area."
"Good job. I'll be testing you every day from now on, so make sure you memorize them."
"Yes, Master."
After saying that, I gave her the formal bow one gives a master, and Chinami's eyes widened.
"Master...? I'm not your master, I'm a fellow club member, Matsuda-kun."
"You're teaching me, so that makes you my master."
"Oho..."
Chinami let out a sound of admiration, then broke into a satisfied smile. It seems she liked my attitude.
"I will always trust and follow you, Master."
"Whoa...! That spirit... I love it...! From now on, I'll do my best to guide you, Matsuda-kun! Let's improve your skills quickly and perfectly so we can aim for the... well, the autumn tournament might be a bit much, but let's aim for the winter tournament! Now, shall we head out the back door and learn the grip?"
Seriously? It was just flattery. How could she take it so seriously?
Still, it's nice to see her so motivated.
"Matsuda-kun, what happened to your hands? They're so red..." Miyuki asked with concern after getting in the car.
I shrugged and answered.
"The washing machine broke down midway, so I had to wash them by hand. Using hot water on the uniform would make the color fade and shrink it, so I had no choice but to use cold water."
"Really...? That must have been tough..."
"It's fine. It's fun being with Nanase-senpai."
"Nanase...? Are you talking about my friend?"
Right, Miyuki's friend's last name was also Nanase.
"I said 'senpai,' didn't I? She's a second-year, and a manager like me."
"Oh... I think I heard about her before... But you said it's fun?"
"Yeah."
"How is it fun? Do you guys joke around and stuff?"
There was a slight edge to her tone. Proof that her jealousy was starting to bubble up.
This is fun, this is fun.
"Well... it's hard to say myself, but we do this and that."
"Do you tell her dirty jokes like you do with me?"
"I'm not that comfortable with her yet."
Miyuki's expression returned to normal.
She seemed relieved now that I'd clarified the difference in our levels of intimacy, but what was I going to do if she got this competitive over such a small thing?
At this rate, it was going to be a huge pain in the ass when I tried to lay the groundwork for a 3P or 4P later.
"Right...? Be careful not to make any mistakes..."
She was giving me a warning she didn't even mean. I couldn't help but scoff.
"Got it. And you, get in the passenger seat."
"The passenger seat? Why?"
"Don't you know it's common courtesy for someone to sit next to me and keep me company? What are you guys, my masters? Am I your chauffeur?"
"Then Tetsuya-kun can..."
"I don't let guys ride shotgun."
At my firm declaration, Miyuki let out a dry laugh and got out of the car.
She walked over demurely, opened the door, and buckled her seatbelt in the passenger seat.
Seeing the tight belt wedged between her breasts made my lust boil.
Soon, I'll have to wedge my dick there instead of a belt.
"There? Are you satisfied?"
"Yep. Should we just leave Tetsuya behind and go?"
"You're joking, right? I'm not going to take you seriously this time."
I'm not joking.
"What the hell is taking him so long... Is he building a toilet before taking a shit...?"
As I grumbled with a look of utter annoyance, Miyuki giggled and placed a piece of candy on the center console.
"Eat this and calm down."
"What's this?"
"Can't you tell? It's candy."
I nonchalantly unwrapped the candy and popped it into my mouth.
"I want a cookie."
"You just have to wait until tomorrow."
"If you hadn't given the cookie you brought today to Miura, I wouldn't even be bringing this up. You shouldn't have made them so delicious..."
"I only gave him one, just like you said, Matsuda-kun. Are you that upset about it?"
"Yeah."
At my concise but heartfelt answer, Miyuki shook her head.
"Why are you acting so childish yesterday and today...? You're so immature..."
She's enjoying it because I'm jealous, but she still has to say things like that.
While I was bickering with Miyuki, the back door opened and Tetsuya got in, causing me to narrow my eyes.
"What took you so f—"
"Matsuda-kun."
Miyuki cut me off just as I was about to swear.
I glanced at her and changed my words.
"What the hell took you so long?"
"Sorry, sorry... My stomach was killing me... But Miyuki, why are you sitting there?"
Miyuki was the one who answered his question.
"He said it's proper etiquette for someone to ride in the passenger seat. Starting next week, you can sit here, Tetsuya-kun. Let's take turns."
"Oh, really...? Okay."
Didn't I say I don't let guys ride shotgun?
Especially not that bastard. Not even if I die.
As I started the car, Tetsuya leaned his head between the front seats and made a suggestion.
"It's the weekend tomorrow. Want to go somewhere, the three of us?"
At that, Miyuki glanced at me and made a troubled face.
"Ah... um... I'm sorry. I have plans tomorrow."
"Even in the evening?"
"Probably... Let's go for a walk at night instead. We haven't been able to lately."
Miyuki, you shouldn't try to gloss over it like that. Don't you think you need to be honest this time so Tetsuya won't get suspicious?
What if he's heading out somewhere and sees my car parked at your house?
Not that I'd mind. I'd welcome it with open arms.
By the way, 'until the evening'... Don't tell me you're planning on staying with me that late?
"That's a shame. Then let's definitely go for that walk. Oh, and Matsuda."
Tetsuya, looking disappointed, called my name.
Looking at his face, my mood instantly improved.
"What."
"During the club break, I happened to overhear Renka-senpai and Nanase-senpai talking... Nanase-senpai seems to think very highly of you. If you keep this up, I think there might be good news soon."
Did taking a shit reform him or something? He keeps giving me assists today.
I don't know if he said that on purpose or not, but trying to ship me and Chinami like that is only going to piss Miyuki off.
Look at her now. Her expression is terrifying.
"Is that so? Thanks."
I thanked the bastard with all my heart and drove off.
A navy cotton shirt and beige elastic-waist slacks.
This should look appropriately formal while still giving off a casual vibe.
Finishing the look with a pair of loafers, I rolled my shirt sleeves up to my forearms and stepped outside.
'It's hot.'
According to what I found out through DokiAka, Miyuki's room doesn't have an air conditioner.
But the living room does. Thank god for that.
I don't know if I'll be able to get into her room today, but if I do, I should be able to manage if I cool off in the living room for a bit first.
Escaping the scorching sun, I got in my car and headed straight for Miyuki's house.
Just as I was about to arrive, I got a call from Miyuki.
"Yeah."
-Where are you?
"I'll be there in two minutes. Where should I park?"
-You can parallel park in front of my dad's car.
"Is that okay?"
-Yep. I asked today. He was really surprised, asking if you had a car. Should I come out to meet you?
"Yeah. Come out and park for me."
-I'll just stay inside. Hurry up.
Miyuki said in a cheerful voice before hanging up.
When I arrived at her house, I saw her waiting outside despite saying she'd stay in, and I grinned.
After carefully parking in front of Wataru's car, I turned off the engine and got out. Miyuki's eyes scanned me from head to toe.
Looks like she approves of my outfit.
"Where are your dad and mom?"
"They're waiting. But are you nervous right now? Your face looks a little... stiff...?"
"It's my first time being invited over for a meal... I'm just a little scared."
At my words, Miyuki's eyes curved into half-moons.
She patted my back as if to cheer me on and said,
"You can relax."
"Don't tease me like you did at Isshiki. I'll kill you."
"We'll see how you behave, Matsuda-kun."
Teasing me playfully, she walked beside me to the front door.
Then she opened it.
"Welcome, Matsuda-kun."
"Welcome, Matsuda."
Midori and Wataru were waiting at the entrance to greet me.
Even Kana was behind them, waving at me.
This family's baby milk dispensers are huge, no matter how many times I see them.
Midori's breasts on my thing, Kana's breasts oiled up for a full-body massage...
And finally, Miyuki's breasts on my face...
Just thinking about being surrounded by the breasts of all three of them makes me happy.
After indulging in a pleasant fantasy for a moment, I bowed deeply.
"Hello, it's been a while."
"The weather's so hot, isn't it? Come on in."
Thank you. By the way, have you ever considered being corrupted? If you have even the slightest inclination, please put some sleeping pills in Wataru's water.
"Yes, please excuse me."
Bowing politely once more, I entered Miyuki's house and took off my shoes.