Chapter 396

"Sunbae-nim... why are you acting so weird...?"

Hiyori asked, backing away until her shoulders hit the wall.

Her voice lacked the trembling from earlier; it dripped with playfulness.

Although my actions had startled her a moment ago, she seemed to think I was just pulling a prank to tease her.

Simply put, Hiyori was acting.

Pretending to be the fragile, innocent heroine of a drama.

Smiling mockingly to myself, I decided to play along with Hiyori's little game for now.

Thud.

I slammed my hand against the wall just over her shoulder, and her eyes sparkled.

The heroine getting pinned against a wall by the domineering male lead.

It was a common trope in women's romance media.

"Sunbae-nim, what are you doing?"

Glaring fiercely and putting up a defiant front—that was also part of the trope.

A basic requirement for any heroine, so to speak.

It was funny how naturally Hiyori delivered her lines, given her expertise in this particular area.

This felt like something that would suit Renka better, but Hiyori had her own unique charm.

As I bent my arm against the wall, my face slowly drew closer to hers.

Hiyori clamped her mouth shut and audibly gulped, seemingly genuinely tense.

"S-should we stop...?"

Why did she look so erotic beaming like that, blinking rapidly before slowly fluttering her eyes closed and open twice at the end?

That was a habit ingrained in her body.

A natural instinct popping out because she knew it drove men absolutely crazy.

She needed to reserve that unconscious, wicked habit strictly for me.

In that sense, I decided to treat this as a sacred time for education.

"Hey."

When I called out to Hiyori in a low, slightly gentle tone, her eyebrows twitched.

"Yes?"

Her slender hands instinctively rose to her chest as her body shrank back.

Just a moment ago she had been messing around and jumping onto my back, but now she was the picture of a demure lady.

I rested my free hand on Hiyori's pelvis. As her body gave a massive flinch, I lightly pressed my forehead forward.

Our foreheads bumped together with a soft tap.

Hiyori kept her eyes squeezed shut, perhaps thinking I was about to kiss her.

All sorts of delusions were probably blooming in her mind right now.

Smirking while she couldn't see, I wiped the amusement from my face and pulled my forehead back.

"Open your eyes. If someone sees us, they'll think I'm mugging you."

At that, one of Hiyori's eyes cautiously cracked open.

She looked up at me out of the corner of that single eye—like someone peeking at a scary but intriguing horror movie, or an explicit yet agonizing romance—and opened her mouth.

"That's it...?"

"What is?"

"No... nothing. You certainly have a knack for ruining the mood."

Seeing her drop her hands with a relaxed expression, her anticipation seemed completely deflated.

Right on cue, I slid my hand up from her pelvis.

My fingers brushed the curve of her slender waist, tracing the line until they reached her ribs.

"Kyaa...!?"

Startled out of her wits, Hiyori stiffened.

"W-wait a minute...! Wait...!"

It was absurd how disappointed she had been a second ago, yet became so terribly flustered the moment I touched her.

Ignoring her urgent voice, I pressed down hard with my thumb right at the edge of her breast.

"Eep...!"

As she let out a strange noise, I lightly bumped my forehead against hers again.

Then I spoke.

"Don't go around doing that to other guys."

"Doing what...? What shouldn't I do...?"

Bumping foreheads seemed to be an effective trick whenever I used it.

Especially on strong-willed, fiery girls like Hiyori and Renka.

But I couldn't use it at every opportunity. I needed to save it for those rare moments when Hiyori was about to cross the line.

"Jumping onto backs out of nowhere or fluttering your eyes like earlier. It's the perfect recipe for misunderstandings."

"What misunderstandings...?"

"Just don't do it if I say so. Got it?"

"Come on... maybe the piggybacking, but isn't the eye thing too unreasonable...? Everyone blinks...! And shouldn't you be the one not going around doing this to just anyone, sunbae-nim?"

"I'm always like this, so it's fine."

"Well, I'm always like that too."

"That's exactly why you shouldn't."

"I don't understand..."

"Don't try to understand, just say you get it."

"No."

Hiyori swiftly turned her head away, feigning ignorance.

It might have looked like her rebellious streak flaring up, but to my eyes at least, she seemed to be begging me to keep this atmosphere going.

If she wanted it, I had to oblige.

With that thought, I slowly shifted the position of my thumb, which was slightly brushing her underboob.

I dragged it along the plump curve of her underboob, right to the center—the spot she often talked about for kneading.

As I rhythmically applied and released pressure with my thumb right there, Hiyori's face flushed bright red, and she exhaled hot breaths from her nose before asking.

"Do you like it...? How does it feel?"

It was such a bold remark that I was momentarily at a loss for words.

"It doesn't feel like much."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not. Besides, shouldn't you be the one enjoying it, not me?"

"Why would I?"

"You were practically singing for me to knead you."

"I never sang for it."

"It's just a figure of speech."

Slickly deflecting Hiyori's words, I continued to press down on her solar plexus and the surrounding area until a look of realization dawned on her face.

"I think I understand now."

"Understand what?"

"Just something."

She curled one corner of her lips up.

It seemed she had caught on to the meaning behind what I said last time about being greedy.

Thinking how incredibly fox-like she looked keeping her thoughts neatly hidden, I stopped kneading and vigorously ruffled her hair.

"Ah, what are you doing...?!"

The intense atmosphere from earlier vanished completely. I flashed a highly mischievous smile at Hiyori, who was throwing a fit.

"Stop fooling around now. Let's go."

"Go where...!"

"Back to rest. I'm exhausted."

"What did you even do to be exhausted? Did you do this and that with Miyuki Hanazawa?"

She was spouting bold nonsense again.

Looking down at Hiyori with an exasperated expression, I shook my head.

"No."

"Then why are you tired?"

"You don't need to know."

"Why not?"

"You're too young."

"We're only a year apart, yet you're sounding like an old man again... Waaah...! Don't hit me...!"

When I moved to flick her forehead, she cupped her hands over her face like a cat washing itself.

Chuckling at the adorable gesture, I said, "Didn't I tell you to watch your mouth? That's a warning."

"A warning?"

"You'll be in big trouble if they stack up."

"Is that right?"

With eyes full of interest, Hiyori scanned my body up and down.

Her gaze looked like she was searching for a spot to poke, as if experimenting to see what would happen once the warnings stacked up.

That fiercely curious attitude—so different from Renka, who would have freaked out and started swearing... I liked it.

Not that I disliked my slave, of course.

Everyone had their own unique charm, after all.

"They didn't sell Suichu at the Convenience Store."

"Right. It's so annoying."

"Is it really that bad?"

"Yes. And you're annoying too, sunbae-nim."

"You get annoyed over everything."

"Can I touch your arm?"

"No."

"That's exactly why you're annoying."

Snorting at Hiyori's whining, I concluded our rather meaningful little event.

Ah... the world felt so beautiful.

That was my impression upon checking the photo Chinami had sent me behind Renka's back.

She was sitting on the tatami floor, wearing Momo-sama pajamas.

The snug pajamas caused the buttons to stretch apart, revealing Chinami's adorable vertical belly button through the gap—an incredibly provocative sight.

The delightfully pink atmosphere she radiated was just a bonus.

My head had been throbbing lately, but the pain seemed to vanish the moment I saw the picture.

[You look incredibly cute.]

It was extremely charming how she replied with a smiling peach character emoticon.

Once the school trip was over, I would have to drain Chinami's soul with a thrillingly sloppy massage.

I was practically lying on the lobby sofa, grinning foolishly as I stared at Chinami's photo, when—

"Matsuda-kun, right? Hello."

Seeing a familiar face passing by just then, I sat up properly with a welcoming expression.

"Hello."

"Yes. You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

Whenever I saw the school nurse, I was reminded of a common NTR trope.

Her husband causing a traffic accident with a delinquent like me, or making a mistake that gets me seriously injured...

And then, using that as leverage, I demand the school nurse's body and slowly dye her in pleasure...

A trope where, in the end, she tosses aside her husband after paying off the debt and completely submits to me.

It also reminded me of tropes right out of porn or doujins, where she tacks on ridiculous excuses like asking me to masturbate in front of her to check the health of my genitals...

The school nurse blushing and clearing her throat as she watches my hand move back and forth...

And then, when I smirk and complain that it's too hard and I can't do it, she grabs my junk instead, fully aware I'm doing it on purpose...

A scenario where she internally marvels at how it's bigger than her husband's, before unconsciously bringing the tip of her tongue against it...

Just imagining it made me throb again. This was all because the school nurse gave off such a strong MILF vibe.

Therefore, she had to take responsibility.

"I'm fine. What about you, nurse?"

"I'm perfectly healthy."

'That's a relief. You'll be able to safely deliver my child.'

"The trip ends the day after tomorrow. Are you spending it meaningfully?"

At the school nurse's follow-up question, I blew away the hazy, erotic images circling my mind and replied.

"So-so."

"That's an ambiguous answer. Was there something you weren't satisfied with?"

It wasn't incredibly satisfying just yet.

Nor was it entirely unsatisfying.

"No. It means there's still room left to spend it satisfactorily."

"Is that so? I don't know what it is, but I'll cheer you on. Do you happen to know a good cafe?"

"Are you going to have coffee?"

"Yes. I want to get some to go."

"There is one right next to the Hotel, but I haven't tried their coffee, so I'm not sure. I was actually about to buy a drink there myself, so let's go together."

"Shall we? Please lead the way, then."

'Yeah, an interlude like this is necessary to really bring out the flavor of a dating sim.'

With that thought, I left the Hotel alongside the school nurse, who was pushing up her large, square Horn-Rimmed Glasses.

Afterward, I bought warm drinks for Miyuki, Hiyori, and Miho.