Chapter 361

Club activities had just ended.

As I walked toward the building housing the Student Council Room to meet Miyuki, I exchanged messages with Hiyori.

[Are your club activities over?]

[Yep. By the way, sunbae, are we going to a gym? Like, with a day pass?]

[No.]

[Then I'll go home first and grab some workout clothes.]

[You can just wear your gym uniform, you know.]

[What's Hanazawa sunbae's shoe size?]

[Size 24, I think. Why?]

[I was going to borrow her shoes if we had the same size. But they're different. I'm a 23, so it'd probably be uncomfortable.]

'She wants to borrow Miyuki's?'

'After that psychological tug-of-war they had in the car the other day... isn't this a bit too shameless?'

'No, wait. By approaching it like that, she could actually make Miyuki look like the weird one if she refused.'

'Hiyori is definitely capable of pulling something like that.'

[So you're going home?]

[Yeah. I'll walk home from school with Miho, then stop by my house to change before heading over.]

Hiyori seemed surprisingly full of motivation.

'Is she really planning to take this seriously?'

'I highly doubt it... but it's still nice that we can do something together.'

[Do that, then. Wear running shoes. If you don't have any, wear something with a lot of cushion.]

[Are we warming up with a run first?]

'Judging by her message, she probably thinks we're just going for a light jog... but it isn't going to be like that.'

'Thinking back to how she ran from Miyuki the other day, she has some level of athletic ability, but since she hasn't exercised in so long, I can't push her too hard.'

'Run, my ass... you're starting with racewalking, no matter what.'

[Yeah.]

[Got it. But can't we just meet up here? Do I really have to go to your house, sunbae?]

[My house is closer than yours.]

[I don't think so~?]

[Stop nitpicking and just listen to me.]

[Boom.]

'She isn't even bothering to finish the word "Boomer" anymore.'

'Just like before, I'm keeping a careful tally of all these little offenses in my heart.'

[You're dead.]

[Just kidding. I'll text you when I'm on my way, so see you later.]

Having ended my conversation with Hiyori, I approached Miyuki, who was exchanging greetings with her Student Council seniors and peers in the distance.

"Thank you for your hard work today! Hmm? Matsuda-kun...! Over here...!"

Spotting my approach, Miyuki threw both hands high above her head and waved them wildly.

Dating wasn't against the school rules. Even so, it was fascinating to see Miyuki—who used to hate exposing our relationship in the early days—acting like this in front of Student Council officers, rather than just regular students.

Compared to the old her, her reaction gave me a feeling of a changed era.

"Hello."

Standing next to her, I bowed my head to a few of the seniors. The Student Council president pushed up his glasses and offered a gentle smile.

"Hello."

'Hmm... seeing him like that reminds me of the Disciplinary Committee meeting.'

'He did the exact same thing back then, but what was I thinking at the time?'

'Did I have the urge to smear semen on those glasses? I can't really remember.'

'Seeing as how I feel that urge right now, maybe I did.'

"Well then, I'll be going!"

Energetic as ever, Miyuki bowed once more and led me toward the parking lot, asking about my day.

"Did club activities go well?"

"They went fine. But why are you always bowing so much?"

"What do you mean?"

"You look like someone who just joined the Student Council. It's been almost a year now; aren't you being a bit too polite?"

"Did it look that way?"

"Yeah."

"Doesn't it feel like I haven't lost my original mindset, though? Isn't that better?"

"Well, I like whatever you do."

"Then that settles it, right?"

"Fair enough. Are you sleeping at your house tonight?"

"Yeah. I was at Matsuda-kun's house all weekend, so... I should probably go home today."

"It doesn't seem like your mom and dad are saying much about you sleeping out these days."

"They definitely do it less than they used to."

'That sounds like they're still nagging her.'

'In that case, should I subtly invite Midori over to the house?'

'The NTR cliché of a married woman succumbing to a massive cock... I don't want to miss out on that...'

'Maybe seducing Kanna first would be a good idea too.'

'A mother corrupted after getting swept up in her two daughters' schemes... not bad at all.'

"Stop having weird thoughts and let's go."

As if she had peered right into my lust-filled mind, Miyuki lightly scolded me and linked her arm through mine.

My wicked thoughts were instantly purified the moment I felt the touch of her skin. If Miyuki had been born in the Middle Ages, she would have had all the makings of a true saint.

Ding-dong!

I had been watching TV in the evening after the sun had completely set, but I bolted upright at the cheerful ringtone echoing through the living room.

"Matsumatsuken! Do you live here!?"

A bright, clear voice followed from over the wall.

I stepped outside, put on my shoes, and answered.

"Just wait a second."

"What did you say? I can't hear you!"

"I said wait!"

"Okay!"

I walked down the stone path cutting through the lawn to the front gate, checked my clothes, and opened the door.

At that same moment, Hiyori revealed herself, her hands pressed against her cheeks.

I clicked my tongue at her behavior, which made it look as if she had just popped out to say, "Ta-da!"

"Whoa... your house is really big."

As she peered into the house and let out an exclamation of awe, I couldn't hide my bewilderment.

It was because of the workout clothes she was wearing.

"W-What the...? You came dressed like this?"

Hiyori was wearing a skin-tight leggings set that slightly exposed her solar plexus and upper abdomen.

It wasn't so revealing that her entire stomach was exposed, but the leggings made it look even more provocative.

It was obvious that anyone else looking at her wouldn't know where to rest their eyes.

The top emphasizing her large breasts was a problem, too.

'It would have been so much better if she had just worn a sports bra, a T-shirt, and shorts.'

'I guess she didn't even consider that since it would violate her personal fashion sense.'

"Yep. I brought a windbreaker, too. I took it off before I got here because it was hot."

Lifting a windbreaker large enough to cover her knees with a cheerful expression, she tried to appeal to me by claiming she had worn it on the way over in case I scolded her. What was I supposed to do with her?

'Since she can't fluster me with her words anymore, she's acting even more boldly now.'

'What a headache. A total headache.'

"What's wrong?"

She asked so innocently as she watched me squeeze my eyes shut.

Dumbfounded, I was about to viciously flick Hiyori's ahoge, but I changed my mind and let out a sigh.

"You're going to work out like that?"

"Yes."

"I'll give you one of my T-shirts, so go change."

"Oh, can I come inside then?"

"Come in."

"Is Hanazawa sunbae here?"

"Miyuki went home."

Hiyori tilted her head.

She seemed to have noticed a discrepancy between this and what Miyuki had said when we rode in the car together.

"Weren't you two living together?"

"She goes home every now and then."

"Is today one of those days?"

"Yeah."

"Then can I take a look around the house?"

"I don't mind, but don't forget why you came here."

"I know. Working out. Excuse me, then."

Bowing shamelessly, Hiyori promptly stepped through the front gate.

'So Hiyori has become the second guest to visit this place, a place neither Renka nor Chinami have seen, where only Miyuki has been.'

'It makes me feel a little guilty. I'll have to invite those two over sometime soon.'

"There are no separate doors, just windows everywhere?"

Hiyori asked, having already stepped right up to the house and looked all around.

Taking her curiosity in stride, I approached her and answered.

"Yeah. Are you coming in?"

"Later. When I shower after working out."

'She's naturally leaving an opening for herself.'

'Of course, I told her to come to my house with exactly that intention.'

'After all, when a man and a woman are alone inside a house, it tends to create a subtly erotic atmosphere.'

"How are you going to change?"

"Can't I just put the T-shirt on over this?"

"Are you going to wait here, then?"

"Yes. Who takes care of the flowerbed?"

"Miyuki does."

"I figured as much."

"Why did you figure that?"

"You aren't exactly the meticulous type, sunbae. You're just dense."

"Stop asking for a beating. Wait right here. Don't go anywhere."

"Yep."

Hiyori held her hands behind her back, drawing my eyes to her breasts.

Even through the highly elastic material, I could see the soft curves of her flesh that couldn't quite be hidden. I wanted to pounce on her and fondle them right then and there.

Suppressing that urge, I brought out a baggy black T-shirt and tossed it onto Hiyori's head.

"Hurry up and put it on. We're going to run around the neighborhood once you do."

Hiyori scrambled to pull the T-shirt on, then asked a question.

"Really? How many laps? Will 10 to 20 minutes be enough? Are we doing bodyweight exercises after that?"

'She clearly pictured a whole routine in her head before coming.'

'Should I call it admirable? Or is she just getting way ahead of herself? I don't know.'

"Today we're just going to keep circling the neighborhood. We'll do it for an hour first, then I'll check your condition and decide what's next."

"Just circling?"

"Yeah. We'll stick to racewalking, but depending on how it goes, we might have to bump it up to a jog."

"Ah... That's a bit unexpected, but it's not bad. It'll be fun to work out while we talk."

'What an innocent thought.'

'She probably thinks racewalking just means walking at a moderate pace... slightly faster than her usual stride.'

'She seems to be underestimating jogging, too. By the looks of it, I'll be squeezing every last drop of tears and snot out of her today.'

"Put your Cell Phone and everything else in your windbreaker and give it to me. I'm leaving it here."

"Can't I take it with me?"

"No. Someone else might be fine, but not you."

"Why?"

"Because it's obvious you'll mess around with it if you have your Cell Phone."

Grumbling at my words, Hiyori obediently handed over her Cell Phone and windbreaker.

I carefully set them down on a mat, put my shoes back on, and stepped out the front gate with Hiyori, who was harboring a subtle sense of anticipation.

'If Hiyori and I are going to have intense, long-lasting sex, stamina is a must.'

'So even if we only do this a few times a week, I need to make sure I teach her thoroughly whenever we do.'