Chapter 176 – Reverse Ekiben
The time of midnight.
I was watching TV while waiting for Chinami to contact me, but as soon as my phone rang, I looked at the screen.
[Thank you for your suggestion, but I have to refuse.]
That’s a sad answer
It was also the answer I was expecting.
[I will just do a gentle massage.]
[Ah, then I’ll think about it again and I’ll tell you tomorrow.]
She quickly changed her attitude
To give such an answer means that when I pushed for a massage, Chinami was also assuming sex with her.
As expected, our Chinami is pervert.
The recent refusal must have been due to Miyuki’s notice.
I replied with a corner of my mouth at the cuteness and pervertiness felt in the text message.
[I do.]
[Yes. Good night.]
It could be possible to continue the talk, but I don’t think it’s necessary to do so at this late hour.
Moreover, as Chinami and I have important work tomorrow, let’s get some rest.
After the conversation, I looked at her profile picture.
Heart eyes are the same as Momo’s… Did Lenka see that?
Judging from the reactions so far, it seems like they don’t know yet.
This time, I sent Lenka her text message.
[Sleep?]
The phone was silent even after waiting for a long time.
By the time I thought about whether Lenka just chewed my tok or if she was sleeping,
[Sit down.]
A reply with a tsundere-like temperament arrived.
[Why?]
[Just.]
[What are you doing?]
[Lay down. What’s your business?]
[If you don’t have any business, don’t contact me?]
[It’s too late now.]
[So don’t contact me?]
[I never said anything like that.]
Why is it interesting even though the response is lukewarm?
Is it because you like it? I don’t think I’ll get bored just texting all day.
I think it would be nice if Lenka had time to think like me… It would be impossible in the near future, right?
[What are you doing?]
[You said you were lying down.]
[What are you doing lying down?]
[You’re talking.]
[What did you do before that?]
[Cell phone.]
[If you were on your phone, you would have seen my message, but the reply is late.]
As if to prove that Lenka was stingy, the phone went silent again.
It wasn’t long before the answer arrived, mixed with her excuses.
[I was watching the video.]
[All right. I’ll see.]
[I don’t understand why I have to explain to you why. If I see your chat, do I have to reply on time?]
Having done all the self-defense, building up your self-esteem.
Have a cute
[It would be nice if you did.]
[No.]
[Thank you.]
[You said you didn’t like it, but why are you saying thank you?]
[But manager, what will you do if you win the competition?]
[Don’t talk back.]
[You say you’ll grant me a wish? All right.]
[I can’t seem to have a conversation with you.]
[Good night.]
After that greeting, Lenka didn’t send any more messages.
I checked her inbox after accessing her anime share, leaving behind her heart that kept wanting to bully her.
Except for a few advertisement slips, nothing. Looks like Len Ka hasn’t unblocked her yet.
That’s why I closed my eyes, looking forward to tomorrow.
**
“Matsuda-kun, you know there’s an exam in the first period, right?”
Classroom the next morning.
Taking out a book from under the desk and opening it, I wrinkled my brows when Miyuki said something out of the blue.
“Test? What test?”
“You said there was a math slip test. I do not remember?”
Come to think of it, not too long ago, I think I said I was taking a test to prepare for the final exam.
At that time, I was playing around with Miyuki in the middle of class, and I forgot about it because Miyuki also didn’t talk… It seems like I’m seeing it now.
“Is it reflected in the performance evaluation?”
“That’s not right. You do not have to worry.”
Then why are you watching?
The teachers are very passionate. Or are you just taking a test because you’re bored with classes?
“Since you said you won’t give it difficult… You have to get at least 15 out of 20 right, right?”
That I’m weak in math was known to me as well as Miyuki, the baker, the vice-president, the bug Tetsuya, and even everyone else in the class.
Still, get fifteen questions right?
I looked at Miyuki with an absurd expression and asked.
“Then it’s 75 points… Aren’t expectations too high?”
“I believe that the current Matsuda-kun can do that much.”
It looks like you’re expecting a lot, but if that’s the case, you’ll have to live up to it.
My head doesn’t work, I’ll have to roll it well and win the riding position.
“I get it.”
“Tetsuya-kun too, 75 points is the cutoff. Got it?”
Miyuki looked forward to Tetsuya with her upper body bowed down.
Then, the guy who was scribbling the picture trembled his shoulders and split them as if he was embarrassed.
“I-I will…”
“Why? Aren’t you confident?”
“I don’t have confidence… I’m weak in math like Matsuda…”
“Cheer up.”
If it had been Miyuki in the past, she would have asked Tetsuya to explain a formula or problem she didn’t understand, and asked her to study together until the exam started.
But now it’s the opposite. She was giving Tetsuya simple encouragement, urging her to open her notes while poking her fingers around my waist.
Did Tetsuya see Miyuki’s behavior?
I hope that he explodes his sense of inferiority just like before he was slapped by me the other day, and cuts off the strong bond with Miyuki’s childhood friend with his own hands.
Of course, it would be nice if I quit.
I pretended not to win Miyuki’s torch, opened her notebook and crammed hard, and showed maximum concentration in the slip test that started after her teacher came in.
After checking the correct answer after the first period, I had no choice but to swear inwardly.
It was because the score fell far short of expectations.
‘What…’
It was a problem that I clearly knew, so my brain went well when I solved it… Why did this score come out as a result?
The human head is very mysterious.
Anyway, if it’s like this, I’m worried about the final exam. I have to study in my spare time.
“Matsuda-kun, how many points do you have?”
Miyuki, who had finished scoring before she knew it, asked her score with a smile on her face.
I gave him an awkward smile and answered honestly.
“Forty points.”
“… 40 points…?”
“Uh.”
She thinks she’s joking, and she giggles, then hardens her expression in an instant.
The bridge of her nose slightly wrinkled as she checked the innumerable crosses on my exam paper.
“Why…? Haven’t you been reviewing these days…?”
“I didn’t.”
“Why do you say that as if it were natural…?”
“I have nothing to say.”
Also I was pissed off. You quickly forget what you learn.
Miyuki, who was speechless as if she was quite shocked by my score, looked sideways at Tetsuya, who was in trouble like me.
“How about Tetsuya-kun?”
“Me…? What am i…”
Judging by the evasiveness of his words, he must have scored low too.
“I can’t do both… It’s a big deal…”
Miyuki’s low voice shook her head.
For some reason, I feel like I’m going to try to do a special tutoring at my house with this as an opportunity.
Do you want to call Tetsuya too? If that happens, I will have to do things like that with Miyuki under the installed kotatsu.
You should also bring in an air purifier. It makes me feel bad when his filthy breath lingers in the room.
**
Chinami, who has mastered the wrinkles of her uniform, is holding her tiptoe and hanging her pants on her clothesline.
I quietly went into her drying room and shut her door. I called her behind Chinami, who was enjoying her lyrics, humming to her like her newly married new wife.
“Master.”
“Brother! You are here!”
She turned her head and smiled broadly. Laughter is so beautiful
Because of the watery laundry, the inside of the drying room full of cold moisture feels warm for a moment.
I approached Chinami and asked, feeling as if my heart was softening.
“Why are you doing this alone? Work with me.”
“I have to do it in advance and go into special training. The date of the competition is approaching.”
“Okay. Did you think about that yesterday?”
At those words, Chinami’s face, which had an innocent look on her face, was instantly stained with embarrassment.
“Ah… Are you talking about massage…?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm…”
While clearing his throat, he spares his words, but the answer is revealed in his expression.
After examining Chinami’s complexion, I smiled softly, grabbed her wiggling hand, and lifted it up to my chest.
Then he spread her palms upwards and squeezed each of her fingers well.
“Nooo…”
Chinami twitched her body as if the feeling was good.
I said as I looked at the shy woman.
“Are you going to take it?”
“… Yes… Ah, I’m not feeling well…”
“Is it so? Where?”
“Shoulders… De, back…”
“I have to release you. Yes?”
“Yes…”
The atmosphere that seemed like a cool breeze was blowing quickly became warm.
I massaged Chinami’s hands for a while and warmed up the atmosphere even more.
Swoop.
He gently placed her hand on her chubby buttocks and patted her waist and the area around it.
“It’s a little hardened here too.”
“Four…? Is it so…? I think it’s fine there…”
“No. It hardened.”
“That, it can’t be… That’s a big deal…”
“Let me touch you a little.”
I applied force to the hand placed on Chinami’s back and pulled it.
Our bodies have become so close that there is not even a small gap.
I almost hugged her Chinami by the waist, and in that state, I began to massage the lower part of her buttocks and thighs.
“Hehe… Junior… Isn’t it too close…?”
Dan Chinami’s words as she embraced her own forehead against my chest.
I continued to massage her while reassuring her that it was okay, feeling her chirpy body transmit her trembling as it were.
Before and after going to the hotel, Chinami’s lower body should be relaxed.
That way, it will be less difficult when you challenge the field.
