Chapter 379

Tap, tap.

Renka tapped at an innocent Training Uniform hanging on the clothesline, unable to even look me in the eye. When she heard my plan, she was utterly appalled.

"What...? Again...!?"

"What do you mean, 'again'? Anyone listening would think we do it all the time."

"I mean... you already did it once last time, and you're still not satisfied...? Is sex the only thing inside your head?"

"Lust does hold a major stake, yes."

"I thought I was going to die of embarrassment when we went into the Hotel with Chinami last time, and you want to do that again...? I can't...!"

"You can."

"I can't. I won't...!"

"I said you can."

"Go fuck yourself."

Renka flipped me the bird, snorted, and marched out of the Drying Room.

Judging by the look on her face, she wasn't completely opposed to the idea.

I felt quite proud to have such an excellent slave.

After wrapping up a relatively uneventful session of club activities, I headed toward the building housing the Student Council Room to wait for Miyuki.

On the way, I spotted Bread Girl in the distance, staring at the ground as she munched on some bread.

Every time I saw her, she was stuffing baked goods into her face.

I had to wonder if her digestion could even handle it all.

Glad to see a familiar face, I started toward her. But just behind her, I noticed a male student walking backward, looking around with a Cell Phone pressed to his ear.

He seemed to be looking for a building while on a call.

At this rate, they were definitely going to crash.

I moved quickly, reaching Bread Girl and yanking her by the arm.

"Ack!"

Letting out a bizarre squeak, Bread Girl pitched hard to the side...

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Finally noticing us, the male student offered a polite apology.

What a well-mannered guy. I decided to let him off the hook.

"Hack! Cough!"

He stared in concern at Bread Girl, who was coughing violently as if something had gone down the wrong pipe.

I told him it was fine and waved him off, then turned to her.

"You need to be careful."

"Cough!"

"Are you okay?"

"Cough! Ah, y-yeah... hack!"

"You didn't get bread stuck in your throat, did you?"

"Cough! Cough!"

Bread Girl shook her head frantically.

Did she have asthma or something? I was genuinely starting to worry she might die right here.

"You should go to a hospital or something. Your cough is way too vicious."

"I... cough! A-actually... hack! I go to the hospital... regularly... Nothing's wrong..."

That was the longest sentence I had heard Bread Girl speak since we met.

"Well, that's a relief. Where are you headed?"

"Cough."

"Going home? Are you alone? Want a ride?"

"Hack!"

"You're going with the Vice Representative? Do you guys normally take the same route?"

"Cough."

"Got it. So where are you off to right now?"

"Um... Honoka... hack...! She said she's waiting at the front gate..."

"Then get going. Watch where you're walking."

"Cough."

It was somehow hilarious to see Bread Girl give a positive, appreciative cough as a way of saying thanks.

She really had a knack for drawing people in with her subtly niche appeal.

Sometimes, just imagining shoving my cock into that timid Bread Girl's mouth and having her cough around it made me incredibly horny.

Wasn't that true charm?

I was lost in those thoughts, watching Bread Girl walk away, when someone poked me in the ribs. I turned my head.

Miyuki was standing there with both fists held up to her chest, index fingers extended.

Without a word, she met my eyes and started poking me all over.

Seeing her pull a prank like this meant she was in a pretty good mood today.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm poking you because I like this sweet Matsuda-kun."

"Where did that sudden compliment come from?"

"Before I came out, I looked through the window and saw Matsuda-kun rescue Masako."

"I didn't rescue her. I just pulled her back."

"You pulled her to keep her safe, so it counts as a rescue."

With that, Miyuki flattened one of her hands.

She stretched her arm straight up and placed her flat hand just above my forehead. She was being unusually goofy today.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Just measuring your height. Seeing if you've grown."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Doesn't look like you got any bigger. You should buy and drink lots of milk."

Something else had definitely gotten bigger, and I could make my own 'milk' without buying any, but...

The mood was too nice right now; I decided to hold back on making such a primal, perverted comment.

Slipping my arm under Miyuki's armpit—she seemed to be in high spirits—I wrapped it around her waist. I moved my hand up slightly, softly stroking the area between her underboob and belly button... right around her solar plexus.

Miyuki seemed startled by the suggestive touch, but she soon relaxed, her eyes growing slightly heavy.

She looked like she was enjoying the sensation.

Would Hiyori, who seemed to have entered her serious mode, react the same way Miyuki did?

No, she would definitely be an anxious wreck. Maybe even more so than Chinami or Renka.

I made a mental note to try it when I got the chance, then started walking. Miyuki matched my pace.

Then, in a monotone voice, she spoke.

"Let's study today."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I worked hard in class, so I need to rest."

"Looked like you were slacking off to me."

"That's just because you're using your own standards."

"Is that right?"

"It is. Let's just catch a movie for the first time in a while before heading home."

"Okay, sounds good."

"Matsumatsu!"

Starting the morning with Hiyori calling me by that pet name...

It felt like today was going to be an exceptionally lively day.

I turned my head and saw her approaching, stretching her long legs with every stride.

However, her skirt was incredibly short, barely covering half her thighs.

What was she going to do if she got caught...? She must want another chastity lesson.

"You come to the School Store a lot at this hour, sunbae-nim."

"If I go after class, it cuts into my break time."

"Oh."

"Don't give me that 'I learned something new' look. By the way, why is your skirt so short?"

"Because it's hot."

"You're driving me crazy."

When I spat out that heavily loaded phrase, Hiyori giggled and offered her own excuse.

"Honestly, the Academy's uniform design sucks. There's no ventilation. I left an anonymous letter in the suggestion box, so until they fix it, I'm going to alternate wearing them."

"That's a very 'you' thing to say. You didn't get caught at the front gate?"

"I sneaked in through a hole in the fence, so I'm fine."

"And your spare skirt is in your locker?"

"Yeah."

"Then go change into it right now."

"Don't wanna."

"The dean of students and the Student Council patrol around here a lot. If you get caught, you'll get demerits."

"I just have to not get caught. Anyway, sunbae-nim, did you get your swimsuit ready?"

I wondered why she was suddenly bringing up swimsuits, but it was obviously about the upcoming school trip.

Given that there was still some time left and she kept bringing it up, she must be really looking forward to it.

"I can just wear my swim trunks."

"Could you not sound like someone who only breathes just to stay alive?"

"That's because there's nothing to prepare."

"What do you mean there's nothing to prepare? The school newsletter said sunscreen, toiletries, underwear, and towels are bring-your-own. And renting a picnic mat there is expensive so we need to bring one... Plus, a lot of UV exposure ages the skin, so a hat is a must..."

She never even glanced at newsletters related to studying, yet Hiyori was thoroughly prepared for this sort of thing...

Watching her passionately ramble on, my thought wasn't that she was ridiculous, but rather that she was cute.

"Are you listening to me?"

"I'm listening. I'll make sure to pack properly."

"Good. You're getting your packing inspected the day before we leave."

"By who? You?"

"Yep."

"Shouldn't you be the one getting inspected by me? You're clumsy."

"Then let's inspect each other."

"Sure... we can do that. Are you heading to the School Store?"

"Yeah."

"Stop eating so much. All that exercise you did is just going to bounce right back with a yo-yo effect."

"Don't you think nagging me about my food is taking it too far? Ah...! Wait a second..."

Hiyori, who had been grumbling, suddenly grabbed my wrist.

Then, she dragged me around to the deserted back of the building.

There was a small hill right next to the building's wall.

Hiyori hid in the narrow gap between them, poking her head out to survey the area around the School Store.

"What are you doing?"

"The dean is coming. We have to hide."

"Call him the dean of students."

"I always call him that to his face, you know."

"I'm glad to hear that. Anyway, if you wanted to wear a short skirt, you should've at least waited until club activities. Are you just going to keep hiding every time a teacher comes by?"

"I told you I'm wearing it because it's hot...! Stop nagging me, you idiot."

Hiyori's outburst just now... I really liked it.

'Idiot' was something Miyuki said often too, but rather than being filled with affection like hers, Hiyori's had an unconscious, charming pout to it that made me incredibly horny.

Fighting the urge to bury my nose in the back of Hiyori's head as she peeked past the wall, I asked a question.

"Is he still there?"

"Yeah. Eek...! I think he's coming this way...!"

Saying that in a frantic voice, Hiyori shoved herself backward.

As a result, Hiyori's buttocks pressed right against my crotch. I wasn't sure whether to call this a lucky sukebe or not.

Stuck tightly against Hiyori in the narrow gap, I shuffled backward. When she seemed like she was about to lose her balance, I reached out an arm.

I wrapped it around her slender waist and, breathing in the fresh lemon scent tickling my nose, guided us to the corner at the end of the gap to avoid the dean's sight.

Practically dragged along, Hiyori successfully evacuated to a safe spot.

She let out a deep sigh of relief, showing no signs of embarrassment over our bodies being pressed together.

Given the situation, the feeling of having narrowly escaped seemed to overpower everything else.

"This is why I told you to wear the long skirt. Why don't you ever listen?"

Chiding her lightly, I looked around.

It was a quiet, narrow spot. The perfect place for doing 'that' kind of thing...

Even our current posture was incredibly suggestive.

Hiyori was pressed flush against my side, and we were both staring at the wall in front of us, like a couple taking pictures in a photo booth...

I figured this was the perfect environment to push the boundaries I had been putting off and see how Hiyori would react.

Mind made up, I waited as Hiyori tried to check the alley we had just come from, then gently stroked her solar plexus with my fingertips—lighter than what I had done to Miyuki yesterday, making it seem like an unconscious touch.

"Ah...!"

A touch as soft as petting a cat's fine fur.

Feeling it, Hiyori's entire body tensed up, and her ears instantly began to turn red.

It was a reaction of sheer embarrassment. Yet, she didn't try to pull away.

I should act nonchalant. Rather than pretending it was a mistake and being two-faced about it, I figured it was much better to just be bold.

Leaning my face slightly over Hiyori's shoulder, I asked a question.

"Have you calmed down a bit?"

"Huh...? Ah, yes..."

I could feel her body trembling, completely at a loss for what to do.

I thought this every time, but it was hilarious how she was so boldly proactive despite having zero resistance to this sort of thing.

Figuring she was going to face plenty of embarrassing situations in the future, I decided I should get her a little more used to my touch. Going a step further, I pressed firmly into her solar plexus as if massaging it.

"Hyaah...!"

A high-pitched, moan-like gasp burst from Hiyori's lips. The moment it did, I pulled my hand away and flashed a grin at her as she looked up at me with teary eyes, looking exactly like a soaking-wet kitten.

"Let's go now."