Chapter 398

Miyuki rested her backpack on her knees, hugging it tight while her mouth kept busy.

The culprit was none other than my tongue.

The tip of it slowly traced Miyuki's teeth, her gums, and the back of her lips.

Did it feel good?

"Mmn..."

A cute whimper escaped her nose.

She gave a little start every time my tongue pushed deeper.

Just like our very first kiss in her room, she thrilled at the physical contact.

Standing there in front of Miyuki's house, feeling her hot breath tickle my upper lip and the corners of my mouth, I drew out the kiss for a long time before finally pulling away.

Then, I deliberately licked my own lips, slick with her saliva.

At that, Miyuki buried her forehead in her backpack.

It was both funny and adorable how shy she got whenever I was so blatant about it.

"I'm going..."

Miyuki murmured, turning her head just enough to shoot me a sidelong glance.

I tucked a falling strand of her hair behind her ear and asked, "Do you want me to carry your bag? Isn't it heavy?"

"I can carry this much..."

"If your parents were home, I would've stopped in to say hello. Tell them I'll pay a visit later."

"Yeah."

"You went through a lot during the trip."

"You too, Matsuda-kun. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah."

Miyuki stood at her front door, waving one hand until my car turned the corner.

Watching her in the side mirror, I drove back home, deciding I really needed to just rest today.

I had only been away from home for barely three days, but the weeds seemed to have grown a bit.

I couldn't be bothered to mow the lawn, so I'd have to call someone to do it.

I opened the large glass doors and stepped inside, greeted by the sunlit living room.

It felt comforting, yet the quietness left me feeling somewhat lonely at the same time.

At times like this, a chat with my slave would fix it.

After a quick shower, I stepped out feeling refreshed, rolled out my familiar mattress, lay down, picked up my Cell Phone, and called Renka.

"Hello."

After a couple of rings, Renka's indifferent voice came through the line.

Sensing that she was slightly flustered, I spoke up.

"Where are you?"

"...Outside."

"Then you could've just said that. Why the hesitation? Were you worried I might ask to meet up?"

"W-what are you talking about? Stop being delusional."

"Where exactly are you?"

"Why should I have to tell you?"

Renka was usually honest when she had nothing to hide.

For her to be this vague anyway... It probably meant she was somewhere that would give me ammunition to use against her.

"Did you go buy figures?"

"...No?"

Her pitch shot straight up. I must have hit the nail on the head.

It might not have been figures exactly, but she was definitely out buying anime merchandise.

"You did."

"I said no!"

"Are you going to keep lying? Will you even be able to look me in the eye tomorrow?"

"W-why wouldn't I be able to look you in the eye?"

"Alright. Was the field trip fun?"

"It was great being completely at ease without you around."

"That's so harsh. I missed the President and Master."

"Don't make me laugh. You were probably just having weird thoughts. I'm busy, so I'm hanging up."

"Sure."

When I agreed so easily, Renka fell silent, as if sensing something suspicious.

After a brief moment of silence, she asked in a half-doubting tone.

"...I'm really hanging up, you know."

"Yeah."

"O-okay. See you."

Renka said goodbye in a slightly anxious tone and hung up the phone.

Judging by that reaction, I wondered if it was finally time to try out the neglect play I'd thought about before.

I would have to seriously consider it after inviting Renka and Chinami over to my house.

Yawning widely as a sudden wave of fatigue washed over me, I closed my eyes.

Since I had nothing to do alone anyway, it was best to just sleep and let tomorrow come faster.

The next day.

Upon arriving at the Academy, I noticed that the majority of students, regardless of their grade, were sluggishly making their way onto campus.

They had all gone on their trips at the same time, even if the destinations differed, and the way they lingered in the afterglow made them look like a bunch of zombies.

They should have just made a day like this a school holiday. The principal really had zero tact.

It was incredibly lamentable.

Returning to the classroom with Miyuki, I found that students who didn't usually mingle were chatting away in a harmonious atmosphere.

Did they get super close on the trip? Well, high school field trips were just like that.

"Good morning, Miyuki, Matsuda-kun."

The Vice Representative greeted us with a book open in front of her.

Her tone when addressing me was much softer than usual. This was probably another positive side effect of the field trip.

As for Bread Girl... she was still inhaling bread. Incredible consistency.

"Did everyone sleep well?"

"I face-planted into bed the second I got back. I was so sleepy I thought I was going to die."

Watching Miyuki and the Vice Representative dive into casual conversation as soon as they sat down, I laid my head on my desk.

I suddenly just wanted to pass out and sleep.

If even I, who happily came to the Academy just to see the heroines, felt like this, how must everyone else be feeling?

Once class started, they were probably all going to be half-dead.

My prediction was spot on.

As soon as first period began, over half the students lost all motivation.

The English teacher who came in was a bit on the strict side, so normally he would have scowled and given them a scolding...

But perhaps because exams were over and the students were burnt out from the field trip, he didn't want to make a big deal out of it. He just skimmed through the lesson and gave us some free time.

After somehow managing to slog my way through the afternoon classes, Miyuki headed to the Student Council Room, and I went downstairs to fulfill Hiyori's request.

The hallways were dead quiet; everyone had probably already left for their club activities.

Arriving at Hiyori's classroom, I peeked through the back door and saw her with her legs propped up on a desk, leaning back in her chair and rocking her body.

She looked deep in thought.

She looked like she was going to tip over if she kept that up...

Or so I would have worried, but Hiyori's skirt was way too short.

Because of her slouched posture, her inner thighs were completely exposed as an added bonus.

Sighing inwardly at the defenseless Hiyori, I walked into the classroom and called out to her.

"Hey."

Hiyori casually turned her head, grinned brightly, and gave an answer as if she had already anticipated what I was going to say.

"I know."

I didn't know whether to be relieved that she knew, or to call her shameless.

I facepalmed at the length of her skirt, which barely even looked like a uniform with how blatantly it showed off her thighs. Hiyori just burst out laughing, fixed her posture, and stood up from her seat.

"I'll change after club activities. But where's my bag?"

"In the car."

"My swimsuit was in there. Did you take a sniff?"

I hadn't even thought of that. Hiyori really knew how to bring out my inner pervert.

Maybe I should take a whiff before heading to the Kendo Club Room.

Ignoring Hiyori, who was trying to get a rise out of me again, I looked around the classroom. "Doesn't look like you need to clean. It's pretty well organized."

"I just pushed the chairs in before you got here, sunbae-nim."

"Good job. But what's wrong with that mirror?"

There was a drawing on the large mirror attached to the back of the classroom.

At my question, Hiyori pointed to a tube of lipstick rolling around next to the trash can.

"My friend scribbled on it with an old lipstick."

"Really? Why did they stop drawing the cat halfway?"

"They said the eyes were too hard to draw."

What was that square character next to the cat, the one that looked like it was dripping with laziness? I couldn't figure out the meaning at all.

But I could at least tell it was a very youthful thing to do.

If there was just a lipstick kiss mark, it would be peak student aesthetic... It was a real shame there wasn't one.

"Looks like you'll have to wipe it off."

"Yep."

"You should have told them to wipe it before they left."

"I'm on cleaning duty anyway, so whatever."

"You've got a bit of a pushover streak in you."

"I guess so."

Hiyori shrugged, acting like it was no big deal.

Strangely, she felt a little bit off today.

It felt like our conversation was just floating in mid-air.

Usually, this meant the other person was distracted by something else.

Debating whether or not to flick Hiyori's ahoge for her lukewarm reactions to my jokes, I ultimately decided against it. Instead, I started straightening the crooked rows and columns of desks from the front.

Then, Hiyori walked over and suddenly began touching my arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Touching your arm."

"I meant, why."

"Because I want to."

She was really showing off her 'my way' attitude.

The cold touch of Hiyori's hand on my forearm slowly began to stimulate me.

It wasn't just erotic; it made my heart pound... It was a fresh, innocent kind of thrill.

Why was I suddenly feeling this way?

Perhaps it was because Hiyori's large eyes looked even more moist and glistening today.

"Clean up first. You're going to be late for club activities."

"Brush my hair back."

"You said you were going to cut it during vacation. Don't change the subject."

"Matsumatsu."

"What."

"You mentioned last time that you were greedy, didn't you, sunbae-nim?"

"I did."

"I'm greedy too."

That sounded like a very broad statement.

Did Hiyori realize my greed for a harem and mean that she was just as greedy, so she wanted to monopolize me?

Or did her words hold another meaning?

Lost in thought about Hiyori's true intentions, I subconsciously raised the arm she was touching to scratch my head.

But Hiyori draped her thin arm over my half-raised right wrist, stopping my movement.

Along with a soft tap, I felt a light weight pressing down.

At the same time, Hiyori stepped right up to my toes.

Slightly flustered by her bold action, I was about to ask her what she was doing when—

"Eep...!"

With a reddened face and a determined expression, she let out a strange little noise and suddenly stood on her tiptoes.

Then, closing the eyes that had been staring fixedly into mine, she pressed her lips straight against me.

'What the...'

My eyes shot wide open of their own accord at the soft, sweet sensation against my lips, and my posture turned awkward.

I had expected something to happen, but I never dreamed it would be this.

Startled by her incredibly bold move, my eyes naturally drifted to the mirror right in front of me... the one I had just mentioned.

I could see the back of the tomboyish heroine, standing on her tiptoes with a deeply girlish sentiment.

Along with the scribbles on the glass adding an air of youthful innocence...

It was a scene from a perfect romantic comedy, picturesque enough to naturally calm my racing heart.

Through the trembling of our pressed lips, I could feel just how nervous Hiyori was right now.

What should I do here?

No matter how much I thought about it, there was only one answer.

Mind made up, I wrapped an arm around the waist of the girl who was squeezing her eyes shut.

Steadying her swaying body, I put strength into my hand and pulled her slender frame closer to mine.