Translator: RaidenTL
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[I passed by your house every day, how is this the first time I'm seeing you?]
The line came from an actor on the TV.
It was the kind of opening that signaled the start of a romance movie, but Miyuki didn't quite hear it.
No, it would be more accurate to say she didn't have the chance to.
That was because she was sitting with her legs on Matsuda's thighs, locked in a deep kiss with him.
The sweet taste of the green tea latte and the rich flavor of the milk filled her mouth.
Something warm and wet entered.
It pressed firmly against her clenched teeth, trying to part them, but soon turned its attention to exploring her teeth and gums.
Huu…!
Matsuda's hot breath tickled the skin above her lip.
As if affected by the warmth, her body instantly flushed.
How did things end up like this?
She didn't know. It felt like at some point, their faces had just naturally drawn closer.
In truth, she had expected this to happen.
Ever since she'd asked him to go to the multi-purpose cafe with her today.
Perhaps, deep down in her heart, she had been hoping for something like this to occur.
The way she accepted Matsuda's tongue without any resistance seemed to prove it.
Tap.
His tongue brushed against the soft inner part of her upper lip.
The feeling of her mouth being completely invaded... wasn't bad.
Matsuda's nose was so high that it kept touching her cheek, and she found that she liked that feeling, too.
As time passed, it seemed her sexual curiosity was growing.
It felt like her eyes were slowly opening to sex... Was this a normal progression?
Or was she just a pervert?
Huu…!
Miyuki, who had been holding her breath, exhaled through her nose. She grew curious about what kind of expression Matsuda was making as he led the kiss.
So, she peeked through slitted eyes.
"....."
She saw Matsuda, his brow furrowed.
He looked like he was displeased about something.
Why was he making that face? Did he not like that she was just staying still?
Had she kept her mouth shut too tightly? Should she just open it?
Or maybe she should try being a little more proactive?
'B-But I don't know how…'
Just as anxiety began to sprout in Miyuki's heart, she saw it.
Matsuda's hand, resting on her thigh, was clenching and unclenching.
He couldn't be anxious... so why was he doing that?
She wished she could get inside his head and read his thoughts.
As she was thinking that, Miyuki noticed Matsuda's hand start to move toward her waist before hesitating.
Only then did she understand his reaction.
He was fighting the temptation to touch her body while they kissed.
He was worried he might make her uncomfortable, or that he might startle her.
It was lecherous. But her admiration for him was greater.
For his reason to win out over his instincts meant that he cherished her.
And she loved that.
She also felt a pang of jealousy.
Though he never said it, Matsuda had clearly been with many women.
He must have touched other girls all over when he kissed them…
The thought seemed to make her angry.
'No…'
Don't think such negative thoughts, like some jealous maniac. Think positively.
Unlike with other girls, Matsuda is treating me as someone special.
Chiding herself, Miyuki closed her eyes again and, for some reason, slightly parted her teeth that she had clamped shut.
Instantly, Matsuda's tongue, which had only been testing the waters, darted inside and met hers.
The force of it, as if he had been waiting for the gate to open, made Miyuki's body flinch noticeably.
Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, she clamped her teeth shut without thinking.
Snap.
She hadn't considered that Matsuda's tongue was still inside.
"Mmph…!"
A short, pained groan escaped Matsuda's lips.
At the same time, his tongue scraped against her teeth as it quickly retreated.
"....?"
Puzzled by the abrupt end to the kiss, Miyuki's eyes fluttered open.
She saw Matsuda pressing a hand to his mouth, his face scrunched up, and realized her mistake.
"Ah…!"
Her mind clearing in an instant, she quickly checked on him.
"I-I'm sorry…! Are you okay…?"
Matsuda didn't answer.
He just chuckled, his shoulders shaking.
That had to be… a laugh of disbelief.
"I'm sorry… I'm really sorry…"
Miyuki apologized over and over, her face on the verge of tears.
Matsuda grinned at her and made a light joke.
"You're always calling me an idiot, but aren't you the real idiot here?"
His voice held no trace of annoyance.
He was probably laughing not out of disbelief, but because he found her action endearing.
She felt sorry, embarrassed, and pathetic.
She'd heard that some people had even bitten their tongues off while kissing… She was just glad it hadn't come to that.
"I'm fine, so let's just watch the rest of the movie."
His deep voice tickled her ear. Miyuki lowered her head and replied.
"Okay…"
Her shoulders slumped as she turned her eyes to the TV.
The movie's plot didn't register at all.
She couldn't understand what the actors were saying.
She couldn't focus, no matter how hard she tried.
The wonderful mood had been shattered to pieces, and she felt gloomy.
Next time, I'll just stay completely still…
Making a firm resolution, Miyuki glanced up at Matsuda.
His mouth was moving from side to side, as if he were rolling his tongue around inside.
It must still hurt… She wished she could turn back time.
'I screwed up…'
Letting out a long sigh internally, Miyuki took a long sip of her strawberry smoothie and wiggled her toes restlessly, betraying her troubled heart.
As if to atone for biting my tongue, Miyuki held my hand tightly the entire way home.
Not only that, but she also pressed her nails into the back of my hand, hard enough to leave little cross-shaped marks.
She'd already made five of them.
It seemed to be her own way of apologizing, a show of affection…
It was so cute that I felt a smile constantly threatening to break out, making it hard to focus on driving.
"And you were the one who told me off for driving with one hand…"
"....We're just… almost there…"
"Do you have another cultural festival meeting tomorrow?"
"Yeah… after the student council meeting… Why? Are you planning on going somewhere?"
"No, I was going to wait for you."
"Oh, I don't know when it'll end… In that case, do you want to study at the library…?"
She didn't tell me to go on ahead because she felt bad.
It seemed her desire to go home with me was stronger.
How should I put it? Seeing Miyuki fall for me more and more makes my passion surge.
My whole body feels filled with motivation.
"I'll be at a nearby supermarket getting some food. Call me when you're done."
"Okay… But… do you still eat things like Soy Sauce Egg Rice when you're alone?"
"Yeah."
"How many times have I told you that's not healthy… Can't you stop eating that? They sell lunchboxes at the convenience store…"
"I eat the Karaage lunchboxes often, too."
"Not those… I'm talking about healthy lunchboxes."
"Healthy food doesn't taste good."
Miyuki snorted as if she was dumbfounded.
Still holding my hand tightly, she said, "You should eat them anyway. What are you going to do if your body breaks down?"
When Miyuki nags me out of concern, she's as confident as she used to be.
It was the same now.
She was chiding me in a raised tone.
"People's bodies don't break down that easily."
"If you're that careless, one day you'll find yourself in a world of pain."
"Are you trying to curse me right now?"
"It's not a curse, it's concern, you idio—Hiek!"
Miyuki's body jolted as if she were having a seizure.
It was because my hand had slipped right onto her inner thigh.
I hadn't done it on purpose. Miyuki had been speaking with a serious expression and shifted in her seat, causing her legs to part slightly.
In other words, it was a coincidence, like a Lucky Pervert moment.
Her uniform skirt was pressed down, revealing the line of her legs.
Long, and alluring.
Was it because they were covered by her uniform?
It was more satisfying than when I saw her bare legs at the beach.
The pressure of her inner thigh on my hand was a bonus.
Miyuki, having given me an unexpected reward, simply stared at the hand on her inner thigh, blinking.
"....."
Seeing her frozen, unable to do anything, she seemed quite flustered.
I should probably help her out a little.
"Let go of my hand."
"....Huh…? What?"
"I said, let go. I can't pull my hand out while you're pressing down on it."
"Ah…! Right… I will…!"
She hastily unlaced her fingers and stared at me blankly.
Her expression seemed to ask why I wasn't pulling my hand away.
With a mischievous smile, I gently stroked Miyuki's thigh with my palm as I pulled my hand away.
"Hiek!"
Miyuki reacted so intensely to my action that she looked like she was about to faint.
Her body trembled as if an electric current had shot through it, and she confronted me.
"Ma-Matsuda-kun!! You told me to let go just so you could do that, didn't you!?"
"Yeah."
"....."
Her sharp demeanor vanished, and her jaw dropped, her expression dumbfounded.
My immediate admission must have left her speechless.
I grinned at her, then grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and drove on in silence.
When we arrived at Miyuki's house, she, who had been silent the whole time, unbuckled her seatbelt and spoke.
"Tomorrow, after club activities, go to the library and review what we learned today…"
It seemed she was going to let the thigh-touching incident slide.
I'd expected her to call me a pervert and tell me not to do it again. This was surprising.
Did she have a change of heart at the cafe earlier?
"I'll only wait for an hour."
"You said you'd wait earlier. Just you try and leave…"
"What are you gonna do if I just leave? Scold me? Like before?"
As I finished speaking, I stuck out my tongue to emphasize the part she'd bitten, and her face turned red.
"Th-That wasn't scolding…!"
"Then what was it?"
"....Why are your words and actions so flippant, Matsuda-kun? Is it fun for you…? Is it amusing?"
What can I do? Your reactions are so priceless that I can't help but want to tease you.
You get angry and frustrated, but you're too nice to pinch or hit me…
I love that the only insult you know is 'idiot.'
"I'm sorry."
When I apologized readily with a boyish grin, Miyuki mumbled something and let out a long sigh.
"Haaah… you really never change… I'm going… Thanks for the ride…"
"Get home safe."
"My house is right here, what is there to be careful about…"
See? She keeps giving me openings to tease her.
I wanted to tell her not to drop her keys like last time, but I held back.
Miyuki shot me a glare and spoke in a prim tone before getting out of the car.
Then, she stood there, staring at me intently.
"What."
"Just… get home safe…"
"That's what I said."
"I wanted to say it too… I'm really going now…"
After a weak farewell, Miyuki carefully closed the passenger door.
Her back looked lonely as she trudged toward her house.
I should get out and comfort her.
Click.
I opened the driver's side door, got out of the car, and strode toward Miyuki.
Hearing the unexpected sound, she turned around, her eyes widening.
I walked right up to her and, without warning, grabbed the top of her head, pulled her toward me, and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
Then, without another word, I ruffled her hair messily before getting back in the car and heading home.
Miyuki, staring blankly as the car drove away, was framed in the center of my side mirror.
Her disheveled hair looks pretty good on her, too.
Tomorrow, I should ask her to make me a home-cooked meal.
If she's so worried about my health, she could at least do that for me, right?
Right? Miyuki? I'll be counting on you.