Chapter 95

"Matsuda-kun. I really like you too, but I think we need to draw a line between our public and private lives."

Miyuki brought this up with total seriousness outside the Gymnasium's equipment room.

I shrugged and replied.

"I really like you too, which is why I came instead of ditching like I'd planned."

The corners of Miyuki's mouth twitched into a tiny smile before she caught herself.

She was clearly thrilled by my confession, but still seemed determined to lecture me in her capacity on the Student Council and Public Morals Committee.

Chuckling to myself, I waited for her next words.

"You still get a penalty point, though."

"Do you really have to go that far? Over two minutes?"

"If it were just me, maybe, but a senior is here too. And wear your dress shirt properly."

Miyuki stepped closer and fastened the top button of my uniform shirt.

Unlike her sharp attitude at the main gate, she was gentle now.

It seemed repeatedly telling her I liked her had worked wonders.

Pat. Pat.

She brushed some dust off my chest before continuing.

"One penalty point isn't a big deal, so let's just be careful from now on. On days like today, I can just wake you up early, Matsuda-kun, or..."

Tap.

A faint sound of something softly colliding—barely audible unless you were paying close attention.

At the same time, Miyuki froze, stopping all movement.

I had caught her lips in a surprise kiss.

Watching her face turn red in real time as she stood perfectly still with her mouth clamped shut, I flashed the cool smile she loved most.

"I'll be careful from now on, so is there an option where you just let me off the hook?"

Finally snapping back to her senses, Miyuki frantically looked around.

Relieved to find no one nearby, she shook her head vigorously and spoke.

"...N-no, there isn't!"

"That's a shame."

"And how could you do something like that out of nowhere...!"

"Something like that? Why are you making it sound so trivial?"

"That's not it... I'm on Student Council duty right now... If it looks like we're colluding, it could cause unnecessary misunderstandings... O-of course, I'm still planning to give you a penalty point anyway... But still..."

I took a slow step toward the rambling Miyuki, and then another, while she backed away step for step.

"Don't come closer...! Don't do that again...!"

Bump.

As she retreated and tried to fend me off, her back soon hit the equipment room door.

I grabbed Miyuki by the waist as she tried to dodge to the side, and tested the Gymnasium door with my other hand.

Click.

The doorknob turned with a screeching squeak. As expected, it wasn't locked.

It was a given. When a special event was about to trigger for the protagonist, there was no way the door would be locked.

I pulled the door open and pushed Miyuki inside.

Then I quickly locked it behind us before she could say a word.

Clack.

"W-what are you doing...?"

"You said you were worried about people thinking we're colluding. There's no one in here."

At my indirect suggestion that we continue our intense display of affection, Miyuki placed a hand on her chest and shook her head.

"I have no intention of doing anything like that...!"

"You don't want to?"

"It's not that I don't want to... But is this really the time? We have to get to first period...!"

"I'll finish quickly."

"W-what are you going to finish quick—Eek...!"

A sweet, high-pitched squeal burst from Miyuki's lips.

I had grabbed her firmly just beneath her rear and lifted her up.

Forced by instinct to wrap her arms around my neck and cling to me, Miyuki protested in a flustered tone the moment her bottom touched the vaulting horse.

"Matsuda-kun...! Are you really going to do this?"

"You wrapped your arms around my neck because you liked it too."

"I just needed something to hold on to for balance...! So I wouldn't fall...!"

"Let's go with that."

A sly smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

Seeing my expression, Miyuki's eyes widened as if she'd suddenly realized something.

"Matsuda-kun... Your car didn't actually break down, did it...? You took public transit with this in mind from the very start, didn't you...?"

"It broke down."

"There's no reason a car that was running perfectly fine just yesterday would suddenly break down...!"

"It could have been in an accident."

Flaring up at my nonchalant tone, Miyuki tried to slide off the vaulting horse and stand up.

But her attempt was thwarted because I was pressed flush against her.

Placing her hands on my chest to prevent me from getting any closer, she spoke in a small voice.

"If you keep trying to brush things off like this..."

"Then what? Add more penalty points? Or refer me to the Disciplinary Committee?"

"I didn't mean that... Haa... This is driving me crazy..."

Her words trailing off, Miyuki turned her head slightly to the side.

She quietly drew in a breath, trying not to be noticed; she evidently liked the scent radiating from my body.

I flipped up her long uniform skirt and slipped my hand underneath.

My hand instantly slid in and caressed her thigh.

Feeling that touch, a moan of suppressed arousal slipped from Miyuki's lips.

"Hng...!"

At the same time, her legs parted slightly.

Flashing a meaningful smile at her instinctive reaction, I asked sarcastically, "Your Public Morals are quite loose, aren't they?"

"...This is just a reflex... A-anyway, stop touching me..."

"You're warm."

"Are you listening to me...? I said stop touching me...!"

'If you wanted me to stop, you should've done something about it, so why are you just sitting there?'

'Secretly looking forward to it but completely unable to be honest.'

Neatly ignoring Miyuki's words, I continued stroking her thigh and extended my pinky to gently press against her plump flesh.

Flinch.

"Hnn...!"

Her legs closed slightly.

The tips of her pure white sneakers shot upward; it seemed she had arched her feet in response to a rather intense surge of stimulation.

Letting out a breath that was already burning hot, she gripped my uniform shirt tightly.

Then, she pleaded in an earnest tone.

"Matsuda-kun... Once club activities are over today, we can do it as much as you want at your Home... So, for now..."

"We can do it now, and do it again at Home."

"W-what exactly goes through your head to come to a conclusion like that...?"

"I told you I'd finish quickly."

"You can't finish quickly...! Because you're a massive pervert, Matsuda-kun...! And I..."

"And you what?"

"..."

Unable to continue, Miyuki averted her gaze.

Judging by the dissatisfaction etched onto her face, it was easy to guess what she had been about to say.

Probably something along the lines of 'I want to be satisfied too.'

Simply put, she was sulking. I had given off the vibe that I planned to get off and end it without satisfying her.

Looking down at her as she chewed on her lip in sheer embarrassment, I smiled softly.

"I understand."

"...Understand what...? Hyaah...!"

I slid my hand in deeper and overtly fondled her through her panties, making her grip tighten immensely.

My well-ironed shirt crumpled fiercely under her fingers.

I grinned and met Miyuki's eyes.

"Are you giving me a penalty point?"

"...I am... I'm definitely not letting you off...!"

"Then I guess you'll have to get one too."

"What are... you talking about...?"

"Don't you remember what you told me back when I was cleaning the bathrooms? Severe delinquent behavior results in penalty points."

"..."

Having run out of things to say, Miyuki pressed her lips tightly shut.

When I leaned my face in to kiss her, she pulled her head back slightly.

"No... I have to hurry back..."

"Five minutes should be fine, right?"

Gazing directly into Miyuki's eyes with a smoldering expression, I gently scratched over her now even warmer labia, as if to tickle her.

Every time the tip of my index finger flicked up and down, she flinched, rolling her hips slightly and puffing hot breath from her nose.

The longer I continued this teasing caress, the more her deeply conflicted expression began to melt away.

"H-how... Nng...! Are you going to do it...?"

At Miyuki's question, having finally succumbed to temptation, I offered a soft smile and answered.

"I'm just going to do this."

"...Just like this...?"

"Why? Are you disappointed?"

"N-no one's disappointed..."

Even as she said that, Miyuki was pushing her hips forward so my fingers could slip deeper into her pussy.

She did so from a precarious posture, her bottom still perched on the edge of the vaulting horse.

Unfocused eyes, breathing as ragged as if she had just finished a full sprint, a body slowly losing strength, and dangerously trembling hands.

Taking in Miyuki's overwhelmingly alluring aura, I pressed my body completely flush between her parted legs.

Then, I asked in a mellow voice.

"Can I put it in?"

"...No..."

"I want to."

"No... I'll punish you..."

"I'm putting it in."

"Hnng..."

Letting out her trademark nasal sound, Miyuki shook her head back and forth.

It wasn't stubborn, but it was a clear rejection. However, to my eyes, it just looked like she was whining.

A whining plea that effectively meant, 'I'm not aroused enough yet, so touch me more.'

Snickering, I buried my face into the nape of Miyuki's neck, right where it met her shoulder line, and inhaled deeply.

The scent of plums flooded my nose.

Smelling that refreshing fragrance, I continued caressing her.

"Hnnng...!"

Entrusting her body to my touch, Miyuki grew hotter and hotter by the second.

Her already warm body spiked in temperature to the point of feverishness, and a slick dampness transmitted itself to my fingertips.

She was soaking wet. At double her usual speed.

Given the location, the arousal born from the tension must have been massive.

Right now, she was probably filled with nothing but pure arousal.

"You should at least be wearing bloomers."

As I continued to fiddle with her panties, my words made Miyuki flinch, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She had finally realized it. The fact that she was gushing love juices.

I smoothed down her bangs as she failed to hide her troubled expression, then said, "I'll run back Home to get you some fresh underwear."

"...B-but... you'll be late..."

"I just have to be back before first period ends. I'll be getting a penalty point either way."

"What if you're late...? You said your car broke down..."

"It didn't break down. You knew that."

"..."

Did she like my suddenly gentler tone?

Miyuki, whose lips were parting to say something to me, abruptly grabbed the hand I was using to tidy her bangs with both of hers and stroked it.

She swayed her body like she was on a swing, acting coy as a bonus.

She seemed to feel sorry about sending me back.

I pressed my forehead against hers.

"Should I stop and go?"

"N-no... Not right now..."

"Looking at the time, if I don't go now, I'll be marked absent for first period. That'll just mean more penalty points, you know? One point is fine, but any more than that and it gets annoying for me too."

"...Haa... Haa..."

Because I hadn't stopped caressing her while talking, and had even pulled her panties aside to rub the hood of her clitoris, Miyuki's expression was melting even further.

"It's a problem for you too, isn't it? If we keep going here, you're worried the Student Council senior waiting at the main gate will get suspicious."

"..."

"It's a problem. Right?"

Rub, rub...

Her pussy was now sticky and slick from her love juices.

I kept rubbing it, blatantly trying to coax the opposite answer out of her, and Miyuki clenched her teeth.

I quietly waited for Miyuki's answer as she weighed reason against instinct.

And a moment later, she finally spoke.

"I-if you put it in, can you finish quickly...?"

'So she's chosen compromise.'

It was an answer where instinct had taken the lead, but reason hadn't completely been abandoned.

"Well. I'm not really sure."

"But you said earlier that you'd finish quickly...!"

"Things are different now."

"T-that's not fair..."

I took a half-step back from Miyuki as she vented her frustration, and casually took off my pants and underwear.

My throbbing, fully stiff cock pointed straight up.

Seeing it, Miyuki swallowed hard.

Gulp.

Chuckling softly at the loud gulping sound in her throat, I pushed Miyuki's uniform skirt all the way up to her waist.

I pulled her panties entirely to one side and tapped my cock against her slick pussy, rocking my hips up and down.

"Haaah...!"

A moan suddenly burst from Miyuki.

It was the loudest sound she had made so far, easily audible from outside if someone was listening closely.

Having driven her arousal to its peak while coating my shaft and head with her juices, I prepared to insert myself, but—

"W-wait a second...!!"

Miyuki desperately shoved her hands against my chest.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't... don't just cum wherever... got it...?"

'Is she already thinking about that?'

'Isn't she worrying a little too much?'

'Though I suppose I understand, since it would be quite problematic if it got on her clothes.'

"I'll try my best."

"D-do it on the floor... so it's as easy to clean up as possible..."

'If getting cum on your clothes or the gym equipment is a problem, let's just store it inside you.'

'You can just hold it back with your panties until your main gate duty is over, then go to the showers and wash it all out.'

Swallowing those words, I answered obediently.

"Got it."

I aligned my cock head with the vertical slit of her labia, and then pushed forward with the strength of my lower body.

Sliip...

"Ahn...!"

At the moment of penetration, Miyuki's hips gave a massive jolt.

As if struggling to keep her balance, she reached both hands behind her back and gripped the sides of the vaulting horse tightly enough to crush them.

"Huu... Huuuu... Slowly... don't go fast..."

"Didn't you just tell me to finish quickly?"

"It hurts..."

Since she was taking my cock without any proper lubricant, she must have felt a slight sting.

"A lot?"

"Not a lot... a little... just a tiny bit... so for now, do it slowly..."

Slush... sliip...

"Like this?"

"Mm-hm..."

Letting out a sweet, coy moan, one side of Miyuki's lips curled up ever so slightly.

Seeing her lift her legs even higher, it was clear she liked the sensation of the slow thrusts.

Knowing there was no turning back now, and seeing her surrendering her reason to pleasure, I began to pump my hips.