Chapter 291

"Mmm... Junior... If you keep doing that, my cheeks are going to stretch out like mochi..."

I let go of Chinami's cheek at the sound of her bashful voice, pulling my index finger away. That didn't mean I was finished with the physical affection, though. Keeping an arm draped around her shoulders, I lightly tickled her neck. As if overwhelmed by a strange sensation, she sank deep into the back of her seat.

"Haa... Would you like... a peach...?"

"There's only one left. You have it, Master."

"I don't mind giving it to you, Junior..."

"I'll have some later."

"Ah, okay... Then how about this...?"

Still held in my embrace, Chinami pulled a small plastic bottle from the Black Plastic Bag she had placed on the seat. It was a drink called Jelly Puyo, wrapped in cute pink packaging. It seemed to contain peach jelly... How very like Chinami. Accepting the drink she offered, I spoke.

"Our Master really is too kind-hearted. Unlike a certain someone."

"Who is that certain someone...?"

"They're around. Try and guess."

"Mmm..."

I was enjoying this sweet, mellow time with Chinami as she fell into deep thought, when Renka, who had been listening from the side, flared up and cut into our conversation.

"Your way of speaking is incredibly petty. As expected of Trash."

'Say whatever you want. I'll make you pay for it all later.' Breezily ignoring Renka's grumbling, I ate the peach Chinami offered and grinned. That must have struck a nerve, because Renka bit her lower lip and flipped me the middle finger.

"Hold on...! close friend...! What are you doing making a gesture like that...?! And calling him Trash, too...! How could you say something so terrible to someone?"

Renka getting caught by Chinami and severely scolded on the spot was an added bonus. Chuckling inwardly as I watched her flinch and avert her gaze, I continued my physical affection with Chinami.

"Mmph... Junior...! This isn't the time for..."

"Why not?"

"What do you mean, why not...? Doing this kind of thing in a public place... It's not even an enclosed space..."

"Then should we stop here for now, get off the bus, and stop by the Club Room for a bit to finish what we started?"

"Gah...?! No...?! There will be a lot of members in the Club Room... We have to wash up and go to the after-party..."

"Is that so? Then contact me when you're heading back. I'll give you a ride."

"Huh? Aren't you going to the after-party, Junior?"

"No, I'm not."

"Why is that?"

"Something came up. I already told the coach."

"Aha... That's a shame."

As Chinami accepted it and let out an exclamation of regret, Renka inevitably interfered.

"What do you mean, something came up... You probably just want to rest because it's a pain."

We had been speaking in hushed voices, yet she not only knew everything we said but had clearly tracked Chinami's expressions, too. She must have been watching our flirting session very closely. Pretending she had no interest while paying so much attention... As expected of a pervert.

"Why are you picking a fight?"

"I just stated a fact."

"Not at all."

"Childish."

"What's so childish about this?"

"It was just childish."

"Stop being unreasonable, will you?"

"Aren't you the one being unreasonable, President?"

"..."

When I stared at Renka with a look that said, 'Keep talking and see what happens,' she flinched and averted her gaze.

Chuckling at how quickly her attitude deflated, I gently stroked the side of Chinami's hair as she looked back and forth between Renka and me with a pleased smile.

"What is it?"

"It's just nice to see you two getting along so well."

She listened to that exchange and thought we looked like we were getting along? Then again, it might have looked like friends bickering out of a love-hate affection. Whatever the case, if Chinami thought that way, it was something to be thankful for. Heart-Pounding Massage Season 3... I should probably start it soon, right?

...

The next morning. I was lazing around with the start of the new school term just around the corner when the sliding window opened and Miyuki peeked her head in, prompting me to sit up.

"What the? When did you get here? I didn't even hear the Main Gate open."

"It was open, you know. Didn't you just come back from working out or something?"

"No? I've been home since last evening."

"What...? Then you're saying you left the Main Gate open since last evening? Even while you were sleeping?"

"Looks like it."

Feeling incredibly bewildered by my nonchalant tone, Miyuki let out a hollow chuckle as if she were completely dumbfounded.

"How on earth can you be so carefree? What if a thief had broken in?"

"They didn't. The security around here is good."

"...It's so ridiculous I don't even know what to say... You have zero sense of danger, you know that?"

"I know."

"If you know, then why leave the Main Gate open? Haah... Anyway, good job at the tournament. You didn't iron your uniform, did you?"

"Nope."

"I figured. I'll iron it for you, so wear it neatly."

Ah... Domestic Miyuki... is so great. I was smiling goofily at Miyuki's attentive care when her next words made me furrow my brow.

"Help me move it. It's heavy because I brought the ironing board."

"You brought it? That thing?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

"Mom gave me a ride."

"She did? If something like that happened, you should've..."

"I know you told me to call you, but I just came."

Miyuki anticipated what I was going to say and swiftly cut me off. Left with nothing to say, I clicked my tongue and scolded her.

"Why would you go through all that trouble just to bring ironing stuff? I was home, you should've called."

"Mom said she was heading out anyway, so I asked her for a ride."

"Still, call me next time."

"Okay."

"Please do."

"Yeah."

She was answering properly, but her eyes were so wide and round that I couldn't tell if she was actually listening or just letting it go in one ear and out the other.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"I'm listening. More importantly, Matsuda-kun, you should lock the Main Gate properly."

Left speechless by Miyuki's counterattack, I headed out to the Main Gate to bring the ironing board inside. Just then, a familiar car stopped in front of the gate, making my eyes widen as I bowed.

"Hello, ma'am."

"Hello, Matsuda-kun. I heard you participated in the Kendo tournament?"

"Yes."

"I heard you even won the MVP trophy. Congratulations."

Miyuki must have told her everything after hearing from me yesterday. Well, boasting about her future husband's achievements to her parents was a natural thing to do.

"Thank you."

"It's a shame you haven't been visiting our house much lately, though."

"Ah... I'm sorry."

As I scratched the side of my head in embarrassment, Midori covered her mouth with a smile and asked.

"Is Miyuki inside?"

"She is. Should I call her?"

"No need. Could you just give this to her?"

Midori grabbed something from the passenger seat and held it out. It was Miyuki's Cell Phone. It seemed it had fallen out of her pocket when she got out of the car. Accepting the Cell Phone, I bowed my head once again.

"Understood."

"I'll be going now, then. Have fun."

"Yes. I'll make sure Miyuki heads back before it gets late."

"Okay."

Midori gave me a bright smile, waved her hand, and soon drove away.

Was it common to act so naturally when visiting the home of your daughter's boyfriend, who wasn't even married to her yet? Personally bringing the iron and the board, too... I was Miyuki's first boyfriend, so she'd have every reason to be conservative about it, but...

Maybe she knew about Miyuki's subtly reckless temperament and had just given up, but even taking that into account, she seemed quite open-minded.

This was making me want to capture Midori, too. She kept leaving the door open for possibilities, making blood rush straight to my lower half, and my impulses toward Midori grew stronger. Just imagining a relationship with that voluptuous woman made me so aroused I thought I might go crazy.

I pictured her giving me a paizuri with her breasts, then using her index finger to stimulate me by lightly poking my glans with her nail, moving the tip of her tongue back and forth to forcibly draw out that thick white liquid... When the urge to ejaculate hit and I flinched, she would flash an obscene eye smile, press her tongue against the base of my glans, and open her mouth wide...

Just having this simple thought made me feel like my mind was fading away. I felt incredibly, incredibly sorry for Wataru, but wouldn't it be fine to just be secret partners...?

No. I need to hold back... I have to endure it. Suppressing the creeping evil temptations with a righteous heart, I hoisted the ironing board up and moved it inside the house. Then, I handed the Cell Phone to Miyuki, who had already changed into my clothes.

"You left this behind."

"That's mine, right? Was it dropped on the ground?"

"No. Your mom came back and asked me to give it to you."

"Oh, really? Mom came back?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks. Could you set up the ironing board next to the TV?"

Miyuki didn't seem particularly shy about the fact that Midori had come to our house, either. It really felt like we were a fully married couple now, which actually made me feel a bit strange. My relationships with Renka and Chinami ought to develop to this extent as well... I wondered if I should take a more active approach than I am now.

"Are you going to iron right now?"

"Yeah. Oh, and I have to leave early tomorrow morning to guard the front gate."

"Why do you have to guard it?"

"I need to check if the students are wearing their uniforms properly. I also have to see if anyone is late, so make sure you come on time, Matsuda-kun."

In that case, should we do this and that inside the Gymnasium storage room like last time? As if sensing my thoughts, Miyuki cut me off sharply.

"Don't get any weird ideas."

"That's a shame. But you're telling me to go alone?"

"If you're bored, you can just come with Tetsuya-kun."

"I don't want to do that."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to give a guy a ride in my car."

"...You really are too much..."

Shaking her head as if she was sick of me, Miyuki opened the wardrobe and pulled out my hanging dress shirt. Then, with practiced skill, she placed the shirt on the ironing board and turned on the iron.

"Want me to help?"

"No."

"Why."

"How can you help with ironing? It's fine, so just stay still."

"But I'm bored."

"Then look for a movie we can watch."

"Got it."