Chapter 132

“Matsuda!”

Renka’s voice sounded somewhat angry.

A few people in the Club Room stepped out and turned their attention to her.

“What is it?”

“How could you fold the towels like this?”

She scolded me while pointing at the towels I had just folded, but her ulterior motives were so transparent I could only laugh.

I walked up to her with confident strides and lowered my voice so no one else could hear.

“What’s wrong with them?”

“They’re such a mess, it’s obvious you half-assed it...! No matter how trivial the task is, you can’t just slack off.”

“You’re picking faults you normally wouldn’t, aren’t you? If you want revenge, do it fairly. This isn’t like you, President. You know you look really pathetic right now, right?”

“Ugh...!”

“Besides, what are you going to do when club activities end? Why are you doing this now?”

“...Are you threatening me right now...?”

“I’m just worried because you keep getting on my nerves.”

I subtly hinted that she had no idea what I might do, and Renka’s momentum died down a little.

“Getting on your nerves... I’ve been reporting to you properly since lunch...”

“It was a joke. Shall we stop here?”

“S-stop here...? It’s a fact that you folded the towels carelessly...”

“Not that, I mean the wish. I’m asking if you want me to end it right here.”

“What...?”

Renka’s eyes widened at the unexpected words.

“Seeing your reactions today, President, it looks like you’re dying of frustration, so I was thinking of ending the wish here. How about it?”

“...”

A hint of suspicion flashed in Renka’s eyes.

She looked like she was trying to figure out the truth of my words.

I cracked a faint smile and continued.

“I won’t say I’ll use the rest of the wish later just because I haven’t used it fully. If the President asks me to end it, I’ll end it right now.”

“...Really...?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not going to nitpick...?”

“Like you just did, President?”

“...”

“Just kidding. I won’t.”

“T-then end it.”

“Understood. It’s over.”

Maybe she couldn’t believe the wish had ended so simply?

Renka blinked and asked.

“Then... I don’t have to report to you anymore...?”

“Yeah. It was tough, right? Good job.”

“...”

“I’ll fold the towels again.”

“...No. It’s fine. Go do something else.”

She must have been grateful that I ended the wish early.

When you pressure someone just enough like this, it’s important to loosen the reins and comfort them warmly.

It was for the future.

So that later, when Renka groaned under my training, she would look forward to my gentle heart and crave my affection.

Besides, I had to give Chinami a heart-pounding massage today, leaving me less time to chat with Renka. Doing it this way to make her feel like she owed me a debt was the right move.

“Junior...! Junior! Here’s your reward for today...!”

Chinami came running up the hill holding a Black Plastic Bag.

The way she called out to me, quietly but firmly as if she were a thief, was adorable.

Shaking out the laundry to hang, I calmed her down.

“Don’t run. You’ll fall.”

Cheerfully ignoring my words, Chinami took an ice cream out of the bag and offered it to me.

“Hurry and inhale this.”

“I’d rather eat it slowly.”

“Then suck on it nicely.”

‘Could I suck on your lips like that instead?’

Swallowing those words, I peeled open the wrapper.

An ice cream blended with apricot and pink hues revealed itself.

Just looking at it made me sick of the sweetness, so how could Chinami keep eating these?

People are fascinating.

“Why aren’t you eating it?”

Saying that, Chinami popped the tip of her own ice cream into her mouth.

Hmm... It was a somewhat erotic sight.

Chewing my ice cream haphazardly, I asked.

“Do you have time today? I want to give Master a reward too.”

“A reward? What is it?”

“A massage, of course.”

“Ah...!”

Chinami let out a gasp filled with surprise and restrained joy, the corners of her lips twitching.

She must have been looking forward to it.

“But I have to talk to Renka and the coach about the winter tournament today... so you might have to wait a little bit.”

“The winter tournament?”

“Yes. We have to start preparing soon.”

“How long will it take?”

“Well...? It should take about thirty minutes at most.”

That would be more than enough time for me to drop Miyuki off and come back.

Anyway, a meeting for the winter tournament...

If the topic of players for the boys’ division comes up, will my name be mentioned too?

Chinami would probably try to recommend me... I’ll think about this later.

“Got it. But...”

Trailing off, I very gently fingered the hair on the side of Chinami’s head, which barely touched her shoulders.

Then I stared at her with deep eyes.

“You cut your hair? I just noticed.”

Chinami’s face flushed red, and she clamped her mouth tight around her ice cream.

She just nodded slowly in that state, looking so cute that I felt the urge to sweep her up in my arms.

I poked her soft, squishy cheek—since she was getting a little used to physical contact by now—and said.

“You said thirty minutes, right? I’ll wait.”

“...Okaay...”

...

“Let’s grab a meal this Friday.”

Miyuki said as she got out of the car.

Glancing at her house, which felt as welcoming as always, I replied.

“Alright. Are you coming straight to my place after we eat?”

“I don’t know. My dad was asking if there was anywhere we could go for a family outing this weekend... I’ll have to see how it goes.”

“Yeah? Can’t be helped.”

“If we do go, do you want to come along, Matsuda-kun? Should I ask?”

Miyuki was becoming more and more proactive... I loved it so much.

“No. I’ll just rest at home.”

“Why? Let’s go together. My dad would like it too...”

“If you think he’d really like it, gauge the mood and ask him.”

“Yeah. I’m going in, okay?”

Miyuki’s steps looked extremely light as she said goodbye and headed toward her house.

It was nice to see her finally mustering up the courage, considering she used to hide our relationship because she was too embarrassed to show it to others.

After watching her go inside the house, I headed back to the Kendo Club.

After killing some time in front of the Club Room, it wasn’t long before Renka and Chinami came out.

“What...? Why are you here...?”

Renka’s eyes widened, seemingly surprised that I had stayed behind.

Chinami answered the question for me.

“Our junior is going to give me a massage.”

“A massage? Like that time...?”

“Yes.”

“...”

Frowning as if something bothered her, she asked Chinami to excuse us, saying she had something to discuss with me privately, and pulled me aside.

After making sure no one was around, she lowered her voice.

“Why are you trying to give Chinami a massage?”

“Because I’m always grateful to her?”

“You gave the exact same excuse last time.”

“What better reason is there than that?”

“...That’s true, but when you say it like that, it makes it sound like you’re trying to do something weird...”

“What weird thing? Don’t tell me you’re having perverted fantasies again?”

Renka flinched at that and shifted her body.

“O-of course it’s a valid concern...!? Because you’re the one giving the massage...!”

She was arguing with her voice dropped dead low in case Chinami heard, but why did she look so cute doing it?

Clicking my tongue as if displeased, I took advantage of the moment Renka flinched to speak.

“If you distrust me that much, do you want to get one yourself, President? Should I give you one too?”

“What...? No.”

“So firm. Then should I use my last remaining wish to demand it?”

Renka’s eyes shot wide open.

Instinctively taking a step back, she clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists.

It was as if I could feel her resolve not to let her already battered pride be crushed any further.

“T-that’s up to you... but if you make things any harder for me... I’ll use my remaining wish...”

“Are you threatening me?”

“...You threatened me first today... talking about how I got on your nerves...!”

“Wow, isn’t that too harsh to say to someone who ended his wish midway just out of consideration for the President?”

“...”

She shut her mouth tight, seemingly out of things to say.

Smirking, I asked.

“Do you want a massage?”

“I-is that a wish?”

“No. I have a separate final wish to ask of the President.”

Renka’s eyes darted around, as if the mention of a ‘final wish’ made her anxious.

“...What is it...?”

“I don’t think I’m obligated to tell you. So, are you going to get one?”

“I’m not getting one...! Why would I get a massage from you...?”

“Then whatever. Let’s go back together.”

“Where...?”

“Home. Since we’re already at it, I’ll give you a ride.”

“Forget it. I’m going alone.”

“You should listen to your master.”

“W-who is my master...!? Do you want to die...?”

Renka glared at me in disgust.

Playing hard to get. Her training isn’t finished yet.

Scratching under my chin, I flashed a meaningful smile and said.

“Let’s go together. It’s a quick trip by car.”

“...What’s with that look...”

“What look?”

“That look right now...!”

“I’m just acting like I usually do.”

“No...! You’re holding a grudge because I got mad and planning to retaliate with your next wish, aren’t you...? Don’t do that...”

Writing novels all on her own... our Renka’s paranoia is quite severe.

Given how uncharacteristically she was acting... today’s Renka was like a female knight who had surrendered her backdoor.

Shrugging to neither confirm nor deny it, I shot a bright smile at Chinami, who was poking her head out from around the wall to get closer.

“We’re all done talking. I’ll be right there.”

“Okay...! Where is your car?”

“I parked it in front of the main gate for a bit. Inoo-sunbae wants a ride home, is that alright with you?”

“Of course. You should do whatever you want, Junior.”

Chinami nodded hastily.

Judging by the smile blooming all over her face, she seemed happy that Renka, who didn’t get along well with me, had made such a suggestion first.

“What are you doing...?”

Renka threw those words at me in a subdued tone after I had wrapped up the situation out of nowhere.

Grinning shamelessly, I pointed toward the path leading to the main gate.

“It looks like our Master also thinks it’s a good idea to go back with the President, so let’s go together.”

“How would you know that?”

“I can tell by looking at her face. Didn’t she look happy?”

“...”

Renka’s gaze shifted toward the hidden area behind the wall.

She stared there for a moment as if worrying about the unseen Chinami, then let out a long sigh and accepted my proposal.

“Haa... alright.”

She clearly would rather die than ride back with me, but she seemed worried about Chinami.

Go ahead and worry a lot now.

Because later, you won’t even be able to manage your own lust-drenched body.

...

“Chinami. You have the speed dial saved on your Cell Phone, right?”

Renka held onto Chinami’s hands tightly and made her request.

Unable to hide her bewilderment at Renka’s actions, Chinami answered with a stunned expression.

“Of course... but why are you asking about my speed dial...?”

“If anything happens, make sure you contact me. Or your aunt or uncle... okay?”

“Ah, yes... I understand.”

“You promise?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Even after hearing a positive answer, Renka looked at Chinami with eyes full of worry, shot one last glare at me, and opened the car door.

“Thanks for the ride.”

Renka offered her thanks in a blunt voice and walked away.

Chinami, who was watching her from inside the window as Renka continuously glanced back, tilted her head.

“Renka is strange today. She was sulking in the car too... I wonder what’s wrong with her?”

“Who knows? I’m not really sure either.”

“I’ll have to get my massage and have a talk with her.”

Well, I doubt you’ll have the energy left for that.

I went to a love hotel with Chinami, picked up the room key I had reserved in advance, and got on the elevator.

Soft classical music played inside the cramped space.

Chinami stared blankly at the screen of the slowly ascending elevator and spoke.

“I feel strange whenever I come here.”

“In what way?”

“Umm... I can’t put it into words.”

It seemed she could feel the peculiar, erotic atmosphere unique to a love hotel.

Or maybe she was just anticipating the secret, sticky massage to come.

Ding—!

[Seventh floor.]

Along with the emotionless automated voice, the elevator doors slid open quietly.

I placed my hand on Chinami’s shoulder and massaged it gently. When she flinched and looked up at me, I gave her a soft smile.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes... I’m perfectly fine.”

Unlike earlier when she was eager to receive the massage, she was showing signs of hesitation now.

Now that she was on the verge of having her body touched by me, it seemed a sudden wave of shyness had washed over her.

I brought Chinami into Room 709 and turned on the dim lighting.

“Do you want to wash up? Or should we start right away?”

Swallowing hard as she looked at the massage room connected to the bathroom, Chinami replied.

“T-today I sweat a lot, so... I want to wash up...”

“Understood. You know what to wear after you wash, right?”

“I know...”

“Will you shoot me a text when you’re ready, like last time?”

“Ah... yes...!”

Answering with strict discipline, Chinami scurried into the massage room.

Last time I only took her a little bit of the way, but how far should I push it today?

I’d have to make sure she felt a definite sexual sensation without it becoming too much of a burden.

Making her feel as good, and as hazy, as possible.