Chapter 339

"We're here."

"..."

Miyuki still didn't wake up even after I parked the car in the Parking Lot.

She looked incredibly pretty fast asleep, her mouth slightly parted.

Wondering what to do, I decided to wait for her to wake up since we still had plenty of time.

I left the engine running and raised the air conditioning by two degrees, prompting Miyuki to turn on her side.

She pulled her Blanket higher, trying to sink into a deeper sleep. I just wanted to bite her.

I thought she would be out for quite a while, but Miyuki opened her eyes surprisingly quickly.

Still covered by the Blanket, she looked around with heavy eyes and disheveled hair to figure out where she was before asking.

"Are we here...?"

"Go back to sleep. We have plenty of time."

"No... I need to wake up now so I don't fall asleep in class..."

She was determined to pay attention in class, even if it killed her.

Thinking that was just like Miyuki, I slipped my hand under the Blanket and caressed her arm.

Miyuki's skin felt incredibly soft, probably because she had just woken up.

She stared quietly at me as I massaged her warmed arm, her chin lifting slightly.

Seizing the opening, I quickly reached out and scratched Miyuki's neck, much like petting a puppy under the chin.

Miyuki gently closed her eyes and let out a long breath through her nose.

She seemed to be enjoying my touch, which made her look absolutely adorable.

While I was thinking that, Miyuki suddenly shoved her face into my armpit, making me chuckle in disbelief.

"What are you doing?"

"Be quiet, you idiot."

She shut me up with a firm tone, and I heard her take a deep breath.

Did she really like my scent that much?

Renka and Chinami liked it too, but not to the point of burying their noses in it like Miyuki was doing right now...

"That's enough..."

While I was thinking this over, Miyuki—having taken in enough of my scent and flashing a satisfied smile—opened the passenger door.

She must have fully recharged her energy.

Smirking, I turned off the engine and headed to the classroom with Miyuki.

Thump.

As I placed my textbook on the desk, Bread Girl—who was munching on some bread in front of me—coughed.

Taking my seat with a bit of a swagger, I jutted my chin at her.

"Hey."

"Cough."

"Why are you always eating bread?"

"Kegh...! Sorry... D-do you want one...?"

It felt like a very long time since I had heard Bread Girl actually speak instead of just coughing.

"No."

"Okay... Cough!"

If I told her to stop eating bread from now on, would Bread Girl get angry? Or would she just nod timidly like she was doing right now?

Somehow, I felt like she would do the latter while plotting some terrifying revenge.

Pushing those useless thoughts aside, I smoothed down Miyuki's messy, sticking-up hair. She was still rubbing her eyes, her sleepiness not yet faded.

With her head turned slightly to the side, she stared blankly ahead and quietly accepted my touch.

I liked this version of Miyuki too, looking completely drained of her soul from exhaustion.

"Miyuki, you don't look so good today."

While I was enjoying this sweet moment with her, Tetsuya walked into the classroom and abruptly interrupted us.

He had been quiet lately, but it seemed he was finally gearing up again.

I wondered if taking up boxing had given him a bit of confidence.

"Hello, Tetsuya..."

As Miyuki weakly waved a hand, Tetsuya looked at her with worried eyes and asked a question.

"Did you get back late from the countryside yesterday?"

"Yeah... at dawn."

"That must have been tiring. Drink this."

Saying that, Tetsuya handed Miyuki a slender glass bottle.

It was a mixed vitamin drink.

He was acting like a proper, kind protagonist for the first time in a while.

I could safely say he had genuinely developed now.

"Thank you."

Expressing her thanks with a bright smile, Miyuki struggled to twist off the cap before eventually giving up and handing the bottle to me.

It was a silent request for me to open it.

Accepting it naturally, I burst into an incredulous laugh internally as I watched Tetsuya's face contort while he returned to his seat.

Miyuki had unintentionally made Tetsuya seethe.

Why was that guy asking to be cucked?

Well, it wasn't exactly something you could call a Netorare scenario, but did he lean toward those kinds of tastes?

If so, I wanted to ask if he was into something like MTR.

It seemed his temper was slowly rising. Considering his physique had improved and he had gained some boxing experience...

I figured he would probably pick a fight with me sooner or later.

After eating lunch and seeing off Miyuki, who left to handle Student Council work, I pondered what to do before sending a message to Renka.

Naturally, it was through the AnyShare app.

[Where are you?]

[I told you not to message me on this, you crazy bastard.]

[I asked where you are.]

[The Lounge.]

[At the Kendo Club?]

[Yeah.]

[What are you doing there?]

[Why do you care?]

Mhm. As expected, our Renka doesn't listen when you speak to her nicely.

I needed to go over there and teach her a lesson.

Arriving at the Kendo Club Room, I knocked on the coach's office door.

There was no response. The coach must have stepped out.

Which made sense. That was probably why Renka was hanging around here.

Without hesitation, I went to the Women's Lounge and opened the door. Inside, I found Renka lying on her side, reading a comic on her Cell Phone.

Even though I had clearly made noise entering, she ignored me and kept her eyes glued to the screen.

She was acting so carefree. As a Third Year, wasn't she worried about her future?

She might have received a scholarship offer like Yamazaki, who had already graduated.

"Were you resting?"

"Stop bothering me and get lost."

Her reaction was exactly what I had expected.

Snickering, I walked further into the Lounge and spoke.

"You know saying things like that just makes me want to bother you more, right?"

"Don't make me laugh. And this is the Women's Lounge. It's not a place a guy like you should be entering."

"I've come in here a few times when I was cleaning."

"Stop lying. Chinami takes charge of the Women's Lounge, so what kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

"Plus, we did it here last time too."

At those words, Renka's head whipped around to face me.

She glared at me with a resentful look, her expression practically screaming at me for bringing that up so suddenly.

Lying down next to Renka, whose face was rapidly turning red, I fondled her legs through her uniform skirt.

"Ah, shit... Do you really have a death wish...?"

Renka swatted at my arm with her hand, as if brushing off an annoying fly.

Paying it no mind, I wrapped my arm around Renka's slender waist and peeked at her Cell Phone screen.

"What were you looking at?"

"...None of your business."

"A training genre comic?"

"Ah, what do you mean a training genre comic! Seriously, stop saying such trashy things...!"

She snapped at me, so she really must have been reading a comic with a hint of the training genre in it.

It was hilarious seeing her get so defensive.

"But why did you answer like that?"

"Answer like what...!"

"I asked what you were doing in the Lounge, so why did you tell me it was none of my business?"

"...It's the L-lounge, so obviously I'm resting...! You're the one in the wrong for asking such a stupid question..."

As Renka continued to grumble, her long legs, solid thighs, and wide hips really stood out.

I took a finger and gave her round, plump ass a little poke.

"Eek!?"

A sharp gasp burst from her lips.

Renka's moans had gotten quite bizarre recently, but I was glad she seemed to be finding her own identity whenever we slept together.

The spot I poked yielded with a delightfully firm sensation.

It felt incredibly good. Was she working out on the side?

Her body was brimming with perverted potential. With her high-rising hips... it was a crime that I had only been enjoying a body like this in the missionary position.

I slipped my hand toward Renka's waistline—causing her to drop her Cell Phone—and felt her hip bone.

This was another one of Renka's charm points. Her bones were much more defined and prominent than Miyuki's or Chinami's, making it incredibly satisfying to touch.

"Ah, shit...!"

Did she think her body was being harassed?

Renka's tone turned fierce.

She wasn't genuinely angry; it was more like a last-ditch effort to show she wouldn't just give in without a fight.

Since it meant she was her usual self, I continued massaging Renka's legs without a second thought.

"Why are you bothering me...! Leave so I can get some rest...!"

She tried to dodge my touch by crossing her legs, but it didn't stop me from fondling her in the slightest.

If she really wanted to stop me, she would have used her hands.

As I ignored her half-hearted resistance and continued touching her body, she let out a deep sigh and resignedly turned her eyes back to her Cell Phone.

Then, she asked quietly.

"Are you... getting along well with Asahina?"

What was her intention in asking if I was getting along with Hiyori, whom I had just seen yesterday?

She was definitely asking if we had done 'that,' right?

Or maybe asking if we were planning to.

"We're getting along decently well."

"What kind of person are you...!"

Renka started to say something, but abruptly snapped her mouth shut.

She seemed annoyed by how carelessly I swung my cock around, but given her own position, it looked like she was holding her tongue.

"You piece of Trash... I really want to smack you right now..."

A sudden thought crossed my mind. Did Renka's mother also have a tsundere personality like her?

I highly doubted it, but for some reason, I felt like it would suit her.

Since I had already seen Chinami's mother, it was only fitting that I saw Renka's mother next.

Imagining a scene where the two mature women kneeled before me, giving off the scents of blueberry and peach as they served me with their tongues, I gently lifted Renka's skirt and unzipped my pants.

Then, I pressed my groin flush against her rear.

"Hieek!"

At that, Renka—who had been whispering curses at me in a barely audible voice—jerked violently.

Her vocal cords trembled as if she could fully feel the sensation of my erection pressing against her, separated by only a single thin pair of panties.

"Wh-what are you doing...?"

"Just planning to do this and that."

"Are you crazy...? Don't...!"

"Be quiet."

As I let out a heated breath filled with excitement and spoke in a deeply subdued voice, a loud gulp came from Renka's throat.

"If you... do anything weird right now, you're dead..."

She kept trying to scare me with empty threats right before we slept together, but I decided I needed to come on strong today.

With that thought, I shoved my hand between Renka's tightly closed legs and reached my other hand up toward her neck.

Then, I roughly grabbed and squeezed Renka's breast. "Ah, it hurts...!! Stop it...!!"

As Renka's voice began to rise, I moved my hand further up to muffle her mouth. Sensing the situation was taking a serious turn, she began thrashing with her entire body, but I simply pulled her panties to the side.

"Mmph...!! Hup!!"