Chapter 168 – Fondant #2
“Master.”
“Yeah…”
“I’m here.”
“Yeah…”
“Shouldn’t you get off? You must be sleepy.”
“Yeah…”
Chinami wiggles her fingers, repeating the same answer over and over again.
It is cute that the sleeves of the fluffy white fleece she is currently wearing, which is her size, cover the bottom of her palm.
After receiving the last massage well, I suddenly felt embarrassed again.
I understand. Now that I’ve regained my senses, the aftermath of today’s deviation will come and I’ll be disturbed.
I unbuckled her seat belt with only her own lap looking down.
Chinami’s head was raised in shock at the sound of a click that resonated lightly.
“Oh…? Where are you…?”
“Master’s house.”
“Aha… You’ve already arrived…?”
“Yes.”
“Then… Thank you for today… Go home safely…”
Chinami nodded at me and tried to open the passenger door.
Turning on the emergency lights and shifting the gear to parking, I got out of the car and went to the passenger seat.
Afterwards, he reached out his hand to Chinami, who tilted her head.
“I’ll take you to the front of the house.”
“Well, there is no need for that…”
“It’s because I’m worried.”
“…”
Were you happy to be taken care of?
Chinami laughed shyly and placed her hand on top of her palm.
Then, as if to compare the size of her palms, she spread her fingers out.
“It’s big, it’s big…”
“Is that so?”
“Yes… It’s too big…”
Maybe it’s right after I had my first relationship, so the word ‘big’ sounds very erotic.
Is it normal to be genuinely surprised, with no malice at all?
I’ve thought about it before, but I don’t know if I should go to a psychiatrist soon.
I said as I bent her fingers and wrapped my arms around Chinami’s.
“Shall we go?”
“… Yeah.”
We passed the automatic door at the entrance of the mansion and stood in front of the elevator.
A floor indicator whose numbers decrease by one with a quiet mechanical sound when the button is pressed.
Soon after, the door to the elevator on the first floor opened, and I took Chinami into it.
“What floor is it on?”
Instead of answering, she presses the 5th floor button.
I thought she would be restless, but she is surprisingly calm.
“Master’s parents must be sleeping?”
“Yes…”
“Have you spoken? I’m going back late.”
“Yeah… But that… Junior.”
“Yes.”
“Are you still… Holding your hand…?”
“It should be.”
Chinami, who nodded with an “Ah-ha…” At her nonchalant answer, pulled her own feet inward.
Seeing that girl-like figure tapping her soles with the toe-cap on the tip of her sneakers makes me smile as a father.
When the slow elevator reached the 5th floor, I took Chinami out.
Because it was a hallway mansion, there was only one direction, so there was no need to ask where to go.
We didn’t say anything, but as if our hearts were connected, we walked through the hallway lit by white lights, keeping pace with each other.
Just as she arrived at the front door of Room 505, Chinami stopped her steps and she looked up at me.
“Here…”
“Okay. Go in and get some rest. Make sure to wash her hands and feet.”
“I know…”
I let go of her hands on her still shy Chinami, and I gently hugged her.
Chinami’s head caught in her chest.
I said, gently stroking the round back of her head.
“See you tomorrow.”
“.
“Yes.”
As I untied her hug and stepped away from her Chinami, she put her hands on her shoulders and waved them from side to side.
A gesture as if saying goodbye to the children at daycare.
Laughing at her unexpectedly innocent behavior, I waved her hand at her and boarded her elevator.
So I grabbed the steering wheel again, returned home, washed my face, and lay down. The time was already pointing to three in the morning.
It’s been about 20 minutes since I broke up with Chinami, what is she supposed to be doing now?
Could it be that you are inhaling peaches?
I’m sure he’s not sleeping peacefully… I’ll have to try contacting him.
After reducing the brightness of my phone to the minimum, I opened the app and tried to leave a message for Chinami.
‘Yes?’
I noticed that Momo’s expression in her profile picture had changed.
Is it heart eyes this time?
It’s not that I’m laughing or angry, it’s that my mother is wandering around…
The fact that Chinami, who often expresses her emotional state through her profile picture, hung up such a mother is proof that what she went through today is only a good memory.
She was worried that she might have been stressed, but it was really fortunate.
By the way, Momo’s variations are very diverse, aren’t there real ahegaos?
If any of the fanatics who like Momo have bizarre tastes, there is a possibility of requesting a commission.
I’m afraid for some reason I don’t want to look into the abyss.
I was about to contact Chinami, but I changed my mind.
She seemed to be feeling a lot of aftertaste, so it was to leave her alone with a lot of thoughts.
Let’s meet tomorrow and talk. That sounds good.
**
“Did you not sleep? Why are your eyes puffy?”
As soon as I got into the car, Miyuki looked at my face and asked.
I responded as I grabbed the steering wheel with a short yawn.
“I was just… Touching my phone.”
I had to tell Miyuki about my relationship with Chinami.
But not today.
Why? Even if you can see the inside, you can see too much.
No matter how much Miyuki gave her permission for her relationship with Chinami, it is only right that she stays on her terms.
“You didn’t watch porn until late, did you?”
“Do you keep worrying about getting one number? Now that you’re tired of it, play with something else.”
“With what?”
“You should think about that.”
“Okay. I’ll think about it carefully.”
I get scared when Miyuki, who has a high passion for learning, says she’s worried.
I feel like he’ll come back with some kind of teasing that doesn’t make you feel bad, but it’s embarrassing… And hard to accept.
I went to the academy while chatting with Miyuki. As soon as I arrived at the classroom, I exchanged greetings with her classmates and sat down on my desk.
There have been countless times when I slept less than today, but I am quite tired.
It may not be better than Chinami, but I must have consumed a lot of mental energy.
“Matsuda-kun. It’s class soon, are you going to bed?”
I, who was resting my forehead on his arm, nodded my head at Miyuki’s anxious voice, who was sitting next to me.
Then Miyuki poked me in the back and continued.
“Then close your eyes a little. I’ll wake you up when class starts.”
Ah… It’s Miyuki after all.
If it hadn’t been for her good-natured, kind-hearted girl, I would have been skipping by now.
No, but why am I acting like a idiot who gets in trouble if I miss class?
Come to your senses. This is not like Matsuda Ken.
**
“Matsuda…! Wait.”
Lunch hour.
I was about to return to the classroom after buying sweets for Miyuki and Tetsuya, but when I heard Renka’s urgent voice from behind, I turned around.
“Hello, manager.”
“What did you and Chinami do yesterday?”
She starts the interrogation without hesitation.
I frowned slightly and spoke again.
“Hello.”
Only then did Lenka realize what I wanted and reluctantly accepted her greeting.
“… Hi.”
“Okay. Why are you asking about yesterday?”
“Because Chinami is strange.”
“Is it strange? What?”
“You get confused in the middle of a conversation with me. Even during class, I can’t keep my head up.”
You didn’t tell Lenka.
Well, it’s embarrassing to even talk about first experiences.
I’m still surprised I thought the two would confess honestly as much as they shared a deep friendship.
Are you careful what you say because a place is a place?
Do you want to have a sincere conversation at a cafe after club activities are over?
“And… The gait is a little strange.”
I asked after narrowing my forehead at Lenka’s words.
“What do you mean your gait is unfamiliar?”
“You look very uncomfortable, but I think you’re trying to hide it.”
You have muscle pain. I was sure it would hurt, but it seemed pretty severe to the extent that Lenka emphasized it by using the adverb, “Extremely.”
Imagining Chinami walking beside Lenka pretending nothing happened makes me laugh.
You have to release them separately during non-activity time.
“Master will be fine.”
“How do you know that? I even break out in a cold sweat.”
“Are you curious about what happened yesterday?”
“So, honestly, I’m curious, but… I don’t want to obsess over it that much. I’m just worried because you said something suspicious yesterday.”
You’ve grown up. Yeah, don’t overindulge.
Then you will only have a sense of repulsion, and when that becomes a lump and piles up, you will fight.
I’d love to see you besties arguing over me, but I really hate growling.
“How did I say something suspicious?”
“No, you just said it as if you were plotting something…”
“There is a lot of prejudice. Have I never been like that?”
“The way you talk…”
You still hate me
If you keep doing this, you can increase the whipping intensity.
“How are you talking?”
“… Done. I shouldn’t talk.”
Was it hard to explain? Or was it annoying?
Judging from the reaction, it seems that it is because of the latter.
I grinned at the grunting Lenka and asked.
“If you’re done talking, would you like to go to the store with me?”
“Why am I going to the canteen with you?”
“Can we go?”
“I hate to die.”
“Why? Let’s go together. I’ll buy you some candy.”
“…Don’t talk like a child.”
“I’ll buy you a drink too.”
“Because I don’t like it…! And aren’t you on your way to the canteen?”
“That’s right, but I want to go again. But the manager.”
“What.”
“When will you make your last wish?”
“I will write it myself. Why? Are you anxious?”
“Not at all. I was trying to say that if you’re not going to use it, say that. It reminds me of something good.”
At those words, Lenka’s face turned red.
It seems like memories of me are being drawn in my head.
Giggling, I forcibly lifted half of the jelly I bought into Lenka’s hand.
“Eat this and cheer up. I’ll see you during my off-activity time.”
Then, after giving her embarrassed Lenka a pat on her shoulder, she walked away from her.
