Chapter 235

A red mark rested on the sleeping Miyuki's collarbone. A similar, though darker, blemish lingered on my own neck. They were hickeys left behind from the time we spent alone together yesterday.

Having woken up before Miyuki, I slipped my hand inside the sweatpants of mine she was wearing as she slept soundly. Bending my middle finger slightly, I gently, teasingly brushed against her most sensitive core.

“Mmm...”

Miyuki let out a soft moan and tossed her head from side to side. Squeezing her thighs tight, she clamped down firmly on my hand. The tickling pleasure must have been slowly building up inside her.

It wasn't long before Miyuki shifted, reaching down to grab my fingers firmly as her eyes fluttered open. Blinking away her grogginess, she looked up at me and spoke.

“What are you doing...?”

“Waking you up.”

“What time is it...?”

“Nine.”

“Ah, what...! We still have plenty of time...”

“We need to eat breakfast. You were like this yesterday too—why are you sleeping so much lately?”

“That's because you, Matsuda-kun...”

Her voice trailed off as she buried her face in the pillow. It seemed she was too embarrassed to say what happened yesterday out loud. Turning her head just enough to peek at me with one eye, she continued.

“I'm sore. Rub it for me.”

“Where are you sore?”

“Down there...”

“Down where? Here?”

Feigning ignorance, I tapped the spot I had just been touching. Miyuki flinched and shook her head wildly. Finding her coquettish reaction incredibly cute, I dropped the mischievous act and quietly massaged her inner thighs.

“Haa...”

Miyuki closed her eyes and let out a long breath through her nose. She seemed to enjoy the languid sensation. After massaging her legs for quite a while, I finished by gently patting the outside of her thighs.

“Get up now.”

“Okay. Where are we going to study?”

“You said we'd do it at your house. Should we go somewhere else?”

“No.”

“That settles it, then. Hurry up and get out of bed.”

“Yeah.”

She was giving all the right answers, yet she didn't seem to have the slightest intention of getting up. It was funny watching her laze around in bed, almost as if my own laziness had rubbed off on her.

Letting out a helpless chuckle, I eventually lay back down beside her. We spent some time simply relaxing as I caressed her warm, soft skin before sharing a meal, getting ready, and heading over to her house.

As we stepped out of the car and were about to open the front door—“Miyuki!”

I saw Tetsuya running toward us from a distance, calling her name loudly. The timing was a bit unfortunate. It would have been perfect if the bastard had actually seen Miyuki getting out of my car with me.

“Tetsuya-kun!”

Miyuki waved brightly, welcoming her childhood friend. A goofy grin spread across Tetsuya's face as he waved back. He jogged over and offered me a greeting as well.

“Hey, Matsuda. It's been a while. Did you just get here?”

Judging by his tone, he clearly thought Miyuki had been home this whole time. If he knew where she had actually been until just now, his face would turn the color of dirt. And what was with the friendly act? It just made me want to slap him.

“Just now. But did you lose weight?”

Tetsuya let out a weak chuckle at that. It had been a while since I'd seen that goofy face, practically begging for attention... He was still as annoying as ever.

“Ah, yeah. I've been working out lately.”

“What kind of workout?”

“There's a Boxing Gym nearby... so I've been giving it a try.”

Boxing, huh... It didn't suit him in the slightest.

“Boxing? Really? You never mentioned anything like that when we were texting. Plus, weren't you completely uninterested in martial arts?”

Her eyes wide with surprise, Miyuki pressed him. Tetsuya scratched the back of his head, looking a bit sheepish.

“It's just... I thought I'd try to get into it for a change.”

“Really? I'm trying to picture it now, and it actually seems like it might suit you.”

“Thanks. Want to learn it with me?”

‘Want to learn it with me’? What the hell was this son of a bitch saying? Had he still not learned his lesson?

“No thanks. I'll pass.”

Miyuki's rejection was gentle but firm, prompting Tetsuya to reply with a hint of regret.

“It'd be fun if we went together...”

“You know I'm not good at physical stuff, Tetsuya-kun.”

She had no idea just how good she was with her body. It was a shame Miyuki underestimated herself so much. To help her realize just how flexible she was, I'd have to demand that she ride me on top today.

“Let's go inside.”

Tetsuya nodded at her words. It was sickening to watch him try to stick so closely behind her. If he tried acting tough just because he learned a little boxing, I'd have to ask him to spar.

“By the way, Miyuki, are you hurt somewhere? Why does it look like you're limping?”

Walking ahead, Miyuki flinched at his worried tone. Fiddling with her inner thigh, she flashed an awkward smile and quickly made up an excuse.

“I-I just tweaked something while doing yoga yesterday...”

“Yoga? You do yoga?”

“I saw it on TV and tried following along. It didn't end up working out for me, though.”

“Really? You should be careful... Are you okay to walk?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing.”

Having awkwardly navigated the situation, Miyuki threw a quick glare at me over Tetsuya's shoulder before opening the front door.

...

“Do we always have to ask for you to visit, Matsuda-kun? I'd love it if you dropped by more often.”

“I have no excuse.”

“I'm just teasing. You've been well, haven't you?”

“Of course. I should have brought a gift—I apologize for coming empty-handed.”

“What nonsense about a gift? Don't worry about that, just let us see your face more often.”

Ah... Look at that boundless benevolence. I wanted to be domesticated by Midori, whose personality was as ample as her chest. Or the other way around; that would be fine too.

I hated myself for constantly harboring such wicked thoughts, but looking at that face, that figure, and that gentle personality, my desires were simply overflowing. Entertaining a fleeting hope that Wataru might have a cuckolding fetish, I raised a hand as Kanna came down from the second floor.

“Hi, Kanna.”

“Hey, Matsuda-kun. Did you bring a gift?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am the gift?”

“Wow... That was incredibly cheesy. Do you say stuff like that to Miyuki, too?”

“I wonder.”

“I'd appreciate it if you never spoke to me again.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“I'm kidding. Oh, Tetsuya-kun is here too? Hi there.”

Giggling, Kanna waved at Tetsuya as well before grabbing an orange and heading back up to her room.

After exchanging greetings with Wataru as well, I cast a sidelong glance at Tetsuya. He was staring at me and Miyuki's family with a dumbfounded expression. Seeing his jaw practically hanging open, it was obvious he was genuinely shocked by how affectionately we all treated each other.

It wasn't that I wanted to possess Tetsuya's body or anything, but I was definitely curious to see what was going on inside his head. With that thought, I turned to Miyuki and asked a question.

“Where are we studying?”

“At the dining table.”

“The dining table? Not in your room?”

“It's too cramped in there. The desk is small, too.”

“But your parents are out here.”

“They said they're heading out later.”

“What about Kanna?”

“She'll be staying home.”

Come to think of it, Kanna must be just as smart as Miyuki, right? She probably didn't have a shred of sexual knowledge, but if I taught her, she'd likely absorb it just as quickly as Miyuki did.

“She's going to be bored.”

“If she gets bored, she'll probably come down and study with us. Oh, and if she asks you anything weird, just ignore her.”

“Weird like what?”

“Just... things that aren't normal. I'll get you a drink, so wait here. I'm going to grab my books.”

Having chatted with me so naturally, Miyuki poured some orange juice into a clean glass and set it on the table. Then, she hurried upstairs.

In the meantime, I sat at the table and took a sip of my juice. I then called out to Tetsuya, who was still standing blankly, staring at the stairs leading to the second floor.

“Hey, come take a seat.”

Tetsuya shook his head violently, as if he'd just been shocked by static electricity, before clearing his throat and sitting down. Seeing how restless he was, his mental state must have been crumbling to dust.

He barely even touched his juice, his gaze darting back and forth between the tablecloth under the glass top and me. Eventually, unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, he asked me a question in a timid voice.

“Do you... come to Miyuki's house often?”

“Not often. Just sometimes.”

“Really...? Since when?”

“Since summer break.”

“S-Summer break...? That was a really long time ago...?”

I had my suspicions, but he genuinely had no idea. He really was something else. It was almost impressive. I firmly believed that the definition of “idiot” needed to be rewritten to just say “Tetsuya.”

But hadn't Miyuki's and Tetsuya's families had dinner together right before or after winter break? For Tetsuya to react like this meant that I hadn't been brought up during that meal at all... Then again, from the perspective of Tetsuya's family, I was just a third party; there was no real reason for them to mention me.

“Matsuda-kun...! I dropped a book on the stairs, could you pick it up for me?”

While Tetsuya looked like he was about to faint from shock, Miyuki called out to me. She was coming down the stairs, struggling with an armful of books. I stood up, walked over to her, and practically snatched the stack out of her arms. After scooping up the book she had dropped on the stairs, I furrowed my brow.

“Why did you bring down so many? How long are we going to be at this?”

“We have to study for a long time. We skipped it last time, remember?”

“Let's just keep it reasonable. Reasonable.”

“I'll decide after I see how much you actually remember from what we learned.”

“Hah... I'm exhausted already.”

“Stop being such a baby, you idiot.”

Bantering with Miyuki as she playfully scolded me with evident affection, I glanced toward the kitchen. I spotted Tetsuya frozen in an awkward position, half-standing and half-sitting. He must have tried to get up to help her, only to be left in that ridiculous stance when she asked for my help instead of his.

“Are you kids going to start studying right away? Should I cut up some fruit before we head out?”

Midori asked as she stepped out of the master bedroom. Miyuki shook her head and replied.

“I'll take care of it myself.”

“Alright, dear.”

Having finally finished setting everything up, Miyuki took a seat at the head of the table. She clapped her hands together with a sharp smack!

“Shall we begin?”

I'd have to put in some actual effort at first. Then, once Midori and Wataru left, I could kill time by feeling Miyuki up right under Tetsuya's nose.