Chapter 363

The sun had completely set, leaving the sky dark.

Beneath it, I walked to the parking lot with Hiyori, got into the car, and started the engine.

Hiyori got into the passenger seat and shoved the Black Plastic Bag underneath.

It held the clothes she had worn earlier that day.

"These are so uncomfortable. I have to keep pulling them up."

She grumbled, yanking my pants all the way up to her waist.

I snorted.

"You're complaining instead of thanking an adult?"

"Who are you calling an adult...! We're only a year apart."

"If you're mad about it, you should have been born sooner."

"Aren't you being a bit too authoritarian? And give me your hat, sunbae."

"Why?"

"Because my hair is a mess."

True to her word, stray strands stuck out everywhere, leaving her hair a complete mess.

It had dried that way while she was getting a lengthy scalp massage.

She looked like she had been sleeping on the streets. Chuckling at the sight, I pulled off my hat.

"You're going straight home anyway, so who cares?"

"Hand it over."

I agreed and plopped it onto Hiyori's head, the brim facing backward.

Since my hat was pretty large, it hung loosely on her head.

Hiyori had really been put through the wringer today, though she didn't seem to think so herself.

With my hat pulled low, Hiyori hesitated to buckle her seatbelt.

The curve of her breasts was far more prominent without a bra, and a tight belt pulling across her T-shirt would make her nipples show.

Actually, they were already poking out quite a bit.

Only slightly, of course—it was hard to notice unless you looked closely.

Since Hiyori was acutely aware that she was braless right now, I didn't bother telling her to buckle up.

The car's system would nag her about it soon enough anyway.

Ding—! Ding—!

The seatbelt warning chimed the second the car started moving.

Glancing over at the sound, I watched Hiyori frantically yank the belt down and jam it into the buckle.

She didn't try to tug the strap down toward her waist or anything like that.

Was she holding back because doing that would make it too obvious she was self-conscious about her breasts?

No, I shouldn't get ahead of myself.

I wanted to be considerate of her situation, but safety came first.

With that in mind, I stole a glance at the fully revealed curves of Hiyori's perky breasts in the rearview mirror and accelerated.

"Make sure to stretch your legs well when you get home. You might get sore."

I navigated carefully out of the neighborhood as Hiyori, her hat still pulled low, gave a carefree reply.

"All I did was walk. You really think they'll get sore?"

"Better safe than sorry."

"It's fine. If it hurts, I'll just slack off in the Nurse's Office."

"I doubt the nurse will let you skip class just for muscle soreness."

"I'll just make up another excuse."

"Shouldn't you just go to class normally instead of planning to slack off?"

"I dunno."

She really was hopeless.

I could already picture her groaning and hobbling around tomorrow.

A sudden urge to smack her thighs flared up inside me.

Suppressing the impulse, I spoke firmly.

"Massage them."

"I got it."

"Don't just say it."

"I'm actually going to do it, so stop nagging...! Do you want me to take a picture and send it to you or something?"

"Yeah. Make sure you do."

"Will do. Oh, right, there's something I wanted to ask."

"What is it?"

"When you came by the Nurse's Office last time, sunbae, you seemed pretty close to the nurse, right?"

"Did I?"

"Yeah. The nurse even mentioned that you hadn't been coming around as much lately... Did you cause a lot of trouble when you were a first-year?"

It had been a while since then, yet she remembered it in such detail. I didn't know whether to feel touched or troubled.

Still, it was cute how careful she was being with her tone.

I scratched my cheek, keeping my eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Not a lot... Just a bit."

"Your expression says it was a lot. Are you a good boy now? Turned over a new leaf?"

Smack—!

A dull thud rang out the moment Hiyori finished speaking.

I had lightly smacked Hiyori's knee with my palm, gesturing for her to shut up.

She exaggeratedly pretended to be in pain before speaking up again.

"Why are you so violent?"

"Be quiet."

"Got iiit."

"Use polite speech."

"Yep."

What a green frog.

Seeing her act like that only made me look forward to the day we'd sleep together even more.

We finally arrived at Hiyori's house. I watched her carefully unbuckle her seatbelt to keep her breasts from bouncing.

Getting ready to step out, she took off the hat and handed it back to me.

I accepted it. As she pushed the passenger door open and looked back, I spoke calmly.

"What is it?"

"I'll wash your clothes and return them the day after tomorrow."

"Why the day after tomorrow?"

"Because I have to wash them today and dry them tomorrow."

"So you actually had a plan?"

"What's with that tone? Are you surprised?"

"Did it sound like it?"

"So annoying... Anyway, the workout today was fun."

Her tone sounded half-grumbling, half-sincere. Hiyori held out her hand.

Asking for a high-five.

I raised my hand in a daze, and she met it with a sharp smack! before grabbing her bag and stepping out of the car.

Even though the string was tied, the pants kept slipping down. She looked uncomfortable as she yanked them up by the waist and waddled back to her house.

We hadn't even been together for more than a few hours, yet my time with Hiyori felt so vibrant and eventful.

I was still thinking about it when I returned home, washed my hands and feet, and lay down. My phone buzzed with a photo from Hiyori.

[Let's work out again next time!]

Accompanying the message was a picture of her massaging her pale, white thighs.

Setting aside the fact that she had actually sent it when told, why wasn't she wearing any pants?

She always acted so conservative, yet here she was being so bold. If I let her loose, I really didn't know how far she would go.

Finding her long, sleek legs incredibly sexy, I closed my eyes without sending a reply.

The next morning.

I was walking down the stairs toward the parking lot when I heard a voice.

"Walk properly...! What did you even do yesterday to be like this all morning?"

"Uuuugh..."

I spotted Hiyori staggering limply, leaning on Miho for support.

She was dragging her indoor shoes as she made her way out of the building.

It was obvious she was suffering from intense muscle soreness.

I could hardly hold back my laughter.

I knew this would happen yesterday, but it was hilarious seeing it play out exactly as expected...

She definitely didn't massage them properly.

For someone who always scurried around so energetically, she was pathetically out of shape... Was Hiyori secretly just totally unathletic?

Would she be stiff when we eventually slept together, too? Surprisingly, that thought was kind of a turn-on.

The more I imagined it, the more I looked forward to seeing where things would go with Hiyori.

What kind of ridiculous situations lay ahead? How would she react? Just wondering how it would feel to see her pale naked body was enough to make me physically heat up.

Watching the wobbly Hiyori from a distance, I stepped out of the building with the feeling she was going to spend the whole day hiding out in the Nurse's Office.

After retrieving the file folder Miyuki had forgotten in the car, I stopped by the School Store to grab some gummy candies and returned to the classroom.

I spotted Miyuki and Tetsuya chatting in a friendly, cheerful atmosphere.

I didn't care that they were talking. The problem was that Tetsuya was sitting in my seat.

Who would be happy to see a bastard practically taking a dump in their seat?

Suppressing a surge of annoyance, I tossed the file folder onto Miyuki's desk and jerked my chin at Tetsuya.

"Move."

"Sure."

In the past, he would have scrambled up in a panic. Now, he calmly stood and returned to his own seat.

As his physical bulk grew, his confidence seemed to be swelling right alongside it.

He had been getting a lot of praise from Renka in the Kendo Club lately. I guessed they had been feeding him sweet-talk at the Boxing Gym, too.

I hated the way he was glaring at me.

Staring at me like I was some kind of fated archenemy... It was utterly pathetic.

"Tetsuya seems a lot brighter these days,"

Miyuki said as I sat down and leaned back in my chair.

I turned my head slightly to look at her.

"You like that?"

"I like Matsuda-kun the most."

Mmm... A wise answer to a stupid question. Miyuki was truly adorable.

I especially liked that she added "the most."

"Praising me just because I ran an errand for you?"

"I said I'd go, but Matsuda-kun insisted on going and told me to stay here."

"True."

"Thank you."

Miyuki expressed her thanks, sliding her hand through the gap between the seat and backrest of my chair to gently pat my lower back.

She had been showing a lot more physical affection since my recent back-and-forth with Hiyori. Was her intuition kicking in, putting her on guard?

Or was I just overthinking it?

Whatever the reason, I wasn't complaining.

The rhythm of her hand against my lower back shifted.

She began stroking me in slow, gentle clockwise circles, sending a tingle through me.

Feeling ticklish, I puffed out my chest and flexed my back muscles while casting a sidelong glance at Tetsuya.

He was trying his best not to look, but it was obvious it was bothering him.

He still hadn't given up on her.

Then again, the childhood friend he had been pining over since they were kids was now seeing someone he couldn't stand. It made sense.

Why was it so much fun watching his reaction?

Maybe it was because I knew he still harbored hostility toward me.

Everything would be fine if he would just gracefully give up, but there was no way a guy like him would.

I firmly believed the final step in fully capturing Miyuki was having her push Tetsuya away on her own.

Given how long they had been friends, it wouldn't be easy, but eventually, an opportunity would arise for Miyuki to realize just how insidious his feelings really were.

Tap, tap.

Now she was tapping her fingers against the back of my hand like she was playing the piano. I let out a soft chuckle and spoke.

"Having fun?"

"Yeah."

"As long as you are."

"I'm hungry... I should have stopped by the Convenience Store on my way here."

"Want to hit up the School Store?"

"There's only five minutes until class, though?"

"Just buy something fast and eat it during class."

"I can't do that."

Shrugging off Miyuki's firm response, I suddenly remembered that we had P.E. for fourth period today.

My sex drive felt way higher than usual today.

Was it because of the light workout? After class, I would help Miyuki clean up the Gymnasium and take her in the equipment room.

Then, during club activities, I would fool around with Renka and Chinami and deepen our bonds.

And of course, the same went for Hiyori.