Chapter 151

Pandora's Box #3

Blank.

Miyuki violently shook her head, tearing her eyes from the screen she had been staring a hole through, her hand still resting on the mouse.

What she was seeing was shocking enough that her mind had completely blanked for a moment.

'A sister sandwich...?'

Was he... perhaps imagining lying in bed with her and Kanna?

And then there was [Seduction of the Girlfriend and Her Friend]... She didn't even know what to say to that.

She had snooped around to tease Matsuda, but it felt like the joke was on her instead.

She had sworn not to take it too seriously, and she still had no intention of confronting him about it, but she was definitely feeling conflicted.

Brushing a hand over her chest to calm herself, Miyuki turned off the screen and returned the Laptop to its original spot.

Then, staring intently at Matsuda, who was sleeping with his back to her—

Smack!

Overcome by a sudden surge of petty annoyance, she slapped his butt as hard as she could.

"Ah. What...?"

Seemingly unfazed by the pain, he let out a dry exclamation and pushed himself up.

Miyuki smoothly came up with an excuse.

"Just because."

"...Just because?"

"Yeah. I just felt like hitting you."

"What the...? Have you lost your mind?"

"Whatever... I'm going to sleep."

Snorting, Miyuki dropped back down onto the futon.

Sensing something off in her tone, Matsuda asked cautiously.

"Are you mad because I went to sleep? Did you have more to talk about?"

Matsuda hadn't done anything wrong at all.

She was the one at fault for acting out on impulse.

"...I'm not."

"Sounds like you are... Come here."

His voice thick with sleep, Matsuda pulled her closer.

Miyuki tightly grabbed Matsuda's hand resting on her stomach. As his warm breath brushed the back of her neck, she drew back her pouting lips.

Today, she had opened Pandora's Box.

But even so, that wasn't going to ruin the relationship between her and Matsuda.

She had discovered that his taste in porn was a bit unusual, but it wouldn't affect their relationship in the slightest.

Reflecting on how Matsuda had treated her before she peeked at the Laptop, and feeling the spring breeze flutter in her chest just from having his hand resting on her stomach, she was absolutely certain of it.

As for the things she had just seen... she decided not to dwell on them.

Maybe he just had a momentary urge to watch that kind of genre.

Of course, considering he had created a separate folder specifically named [Special], writing it off as a mere impulse was a bit of a stretch... but it was fine. Reality and fantasy were two different things.

Still, she felt she might need to give Matsuda's specific tastes some serious thought.

'She saw it.'

While I was in a light sleep, Miyuki had clearly unlocked the Laptop and seen what I had downloaded.

Otherwise, there was absolutely no reason for her to smack my butt out of nowhere.

She was probably a little shocked. But it couldn't be helped.

Sleeping with Chinami was slowly coming into view. If I went ahead and did it behind Miyuki's back, only for her to find out the full truth later, she would rain down endless resentment on me.

Up until now, I hadn't gone all the way with Chinami. I had only fondled her under the guise of giving her a massage, and since Miyuki already knew about the massages—even if she didn't know the full extent of them—I was safe.

But things were different now that I was seriously planning to spend the night with Chinami.

What kind of woman in this world would be okay with her boyfriend sleeping with someone else behind her back?

It was better to persuade Miyuki before the situation blew up into something disastrous.

However, I wouldn't be persuading her directly.

I had to take a roundabout approach. I needed to give Miyuki the space to think it over and the agency to make the choice herself.

Getting caught with my specific taste in porn was laying the groundwork for that.

If this went well, Miyuki would feel some resistance at first, but she would slowly adapt.

My future harem plans might not be completely smooth sailing, but they would work themselves out nicely.

But if things didn't go well... I would have to be blunt about it or find another method entirely.

The chances of Miyuki being unhappy about it were very high.

The one thing I could rely on, however, was that my relationship with Miyuki was currently at an all-time high.

I could only pray that Miyuki would be open-minded enough to accept it.

Burying my nose in Miyuki's hair, I spoke.

"Miyuki."

"Yeah...?"

"Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad... Just go to sleep."

"Want to go out for a bit? Should we get ramen?"

"Now...?"

"Yeah. Still don't feel like eating?"

"No... I'm fine with it... Aren't you sleepy?"

"You smack my butt until it stings, and you ask if I'm sleepy?"

At those words, Miyuki pulled the blanket over her head.

It seemed she was embarrassed by her own actions.

Chuckling, I let go of Miyuki, got up from the futon, and started throwing on my jacket.

Then, Miyuki abruptly threw off the blanket and sat up.

"What are you doing..."

"We're going to get ramen. Get dressed."

"Hug me more."

She stretched both arms forward.

Nodding at this rare display of forwardness, I paused putting on my jacket, crouched down, and slipped my arms under Miyuki's armpits.

Then I pulled her in tight by the waist.

Her mind must be a complete mess right now.

She was probably debating whether to bring up the porn, but she would find it hard to actually voice it.

So I just needed to act as naturally and affectionately as possible.

Until Miyuki mustered up her courage, and of course, even after that.

After spending some time cuddling with Miyuki like that, we went out to get ramen, came back, and fell asleep on good terms.

The next day, inside the car heading back to Miyuki's house.

Slide.

Staring straight ahead as I drove, I flinched when Miyuki's hand slid toward my crotch.

What was this about? Had yesterday's sex been so satisfying that she was trying to return the favor?

Or was this her way of saying she would take care of the lust I usually relieved with porn?

"What are you doing...?"

I questioned Miyuki in a baffled tone, but she merely feigned looking out the window while fondling my slowly swelling crotch.

As if that wasn't enough, when I didn't say anything more, she blatantly shoved her hand into my pants.

An intense wave of stimulation washed over my lower half.

Mustering up as much focus as I could, I continued to drive carefully.

By the time we were almost at Miyuki's house, her hand movements began to speed up.

"Hey... hey...!"

"Are you going to come?"

"...Not yet..."

"How about now?"

"..."

"And now?"

"Wait..."

Gritting my teeth, I pulled the car over to the shoulder the moment we entered Miyuki's neighborhood.

Then, noticing that my pleasure was right on the verge of erupting, she—

"Yeah. You can let it out," she said, pressing her body flush against mine and urging me to finish in an incredibly erotic voice.

The moment I heard those words, all the tension left my stiff body, and my nether regions instantly grew hot and wet.

'Haa...'

I felt like I had just been played like a fiddle... Was I right?

"That's quite a lot...?"

Miyuki sounded surprised, her hand still holding onto me down below.

My pride wounded for some inexplicable reason, I let out a long, drawn-out sigh and looked over at Miyuki.

"How am I supposed to walk back like this...?"

"That's for Matsuda-kun to figure out... Dummy."

As Miyuki gave the inside of my pants a final squeeze, her blunt words made me let out a hollow chuckle as I started the engine.

These pants... I just folded them yesterday, but it looked like I'd have to wash them again.

Ever since the day she snooped on the Laptop, Miyuki would openly bring up porn.

Same went for now. Before class started, she was having a conversation of that sort with Bread Girl and the Vice Representative.

"They say guys really love porn."

"That's what they say. But why the sudden talk about porn? Matsuda-kun will be embarrassed."

"He'd probably enjoy it. Matsuda-kun has a dirty mind."

A dirty mind.

It was a phrase Miyuki threw around all the time, but today, it sounded incredibly pointed.

Lying face down on my desk, I muttered quietly.

"I can hear everything. Keep it down."

Miyuki and the Vice Representative giggled at that, while Bread Girl coughed and quickly changed the subject.

For me, this change in Miyuki's attitude was a good sign.

It felt like Miyuki was slowly building up her courage.

Right now, she was acting like a sly fox, subtly testing the waters because she was too embarrassed to bring it up directly. But give it a little more time, and she would eventually get frustrated and ask me straight out.

Yes, couples who couldn't be honest with each other never lasted long.

So, if there was anything she was curious about, I wanted her to ask. We could have an honest conversation then.

Soon enough, it was time for club activities.

Making an effort to ignore Tetsuya, who was being just as nosy as always today, I headed toward the Club Room and ran into Renka.

"Hello, President."

"Good afternoon, President!"

Unlike my dry greeting, Tetsuya barked out his words with a booming voice, standing rigidly like a disciplined soldier.

Startled by the outburst, Renka flinched, raising a hand with an awkward expression.

"Hi, Miura. Are you just arriving?"

We had greeted her at the exact same time, so why the hell was she only responding to that bastard?

Ten extra lashes for her punishment.

"Yes, President."

"Going to get changed?"

"Understood!"

Answering energetically, Tetsuya turned to enter the Club Room.

I was about to follow right behind him, when—

"Matsuda. You stay."

I turned my head back to Renka, who had just ordered me to stay put.

"Why?"

"Just stay when I tell you to."

Perhaps sensing the strict edge in Renka's tone, Tetsuya gave my shoulder a pitying pat.

He seemed to think I was about to get a scolding from Renka... Just keep piling up that karma. We'd see how that worked out for him.

Sending him off with a deeply annoyed glare, I turned back and asked Renka.

"Are you going to use your last wish?"

"...You keep asking about the wish every time you see me... Are you that anxious? Worried I'll make you do something hard?"

"I'm not anxious, I'm just looking forward to it."

"Looking forward to it?"

"My heart is just pounding, wondering what kind of memories I'll get to make with the President next."

"M-Memories, my foot...! Nightmares, more like..."

"Why are you getting mad? Did something bad happen today?"

"Seeing you is the bad thing...!"

"You're the one who called me over."

"T-That may be true, but... And why do you keep dropping formalities when you talk to me lately? What's the big idea? Can't you show some respect?"

"Why are you being so cold? It's not like we have some rigid, hierarchical relationship... I think it's perfectly fine to drop the formalities a little."

"Don't be ridiculous...! You and I should definitely have a rigid hierarchical relationship...!"

"Ah, so that makes me the master, then?"

"You...!"

Renka's face flushed bright red with indignation.

Ah... At this point, I felt like I was missing out if I went even a single day without seeing that reaction. Maybe I was the one being trained here, not Renka.

Chuckling to myself, I spotted Chinami approaching from a distance with an ice cream in hand, and gave Renka a dismissive wave.

"I'm just joking. Keep up the good work."

Then, before Renka could say anything, I trotted off toward Chinami.