Chapter 232 – Common Cliché, but Annoying
“Thank you, enjoy your meal!”
Lenka’s greeting as she hands over coffee to the customer.
I approached her Lenka and called out to her as her customers watched her walk out of her café.
“Director.”
“… Why.”
“Why is your voice like that when I call you?”
“What.”
“You are being unkind.”
“You say that!? You…”
“Did the candy taste good? Would you like another?”
“I’m sorry…!”
Lenka puts on a troubled expression, probably remembering what happened in the locker room.
I said, seeing her fine brow furrow.
“No, I do not want?”
“… No. And don’t talk like a kid. I feel very bad.”
“I’ve never been like that… What are you going to do today?”
“I don’t know.”
“It sounds like there is nothing to do. Shall we eat dinner together?”
“No.”
“Do you like pasta?”
“Not really.”
Why do you keep bouncing I’m going anyway
I looked at Lenka with her ridiculous smile, and she took advantage of her rage and stretched out her hand.
“What!?”
Did the big hand come and frighten you?
Or was it because he thought that the same thing as before would happen?
Lenka let out a short exclamation, then closed her eyes tightly.
It’s funny how she shows off her reflexive behavior.
I asked in a puzzled tone, hiding my inner feelings as much as possible.
“What are you doing?”
Then, as Lenka was about to open one eye, she pulled out a bit of whipped cream from her bangs with her index finger.
“W-what is it…?”
“What is it? You put whipped cream on her bangs and wipe them off.”
“… It must have been buried while putting it on coffee.”
“Iknow, right. What is it that you can’t paint? It seems that the manager is also taking after Master.”
“Oh, isn’t it…?”
“No what. Don’t move, stay still. Are you a teenager? To rebel?”
“Don’t talk nonsense…!”
“I got it.”
Ignoring Lenka, who wore a twin wick in her slick shorts, I pulled out a tissue and wiped off all the white whipped cream remaining on her bangs.
Where in the world could there be such a master? Lenka should be nice to me.
“It is done.”
“…”
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
“I will not. Because I never asked you to wipe it.”
“You really don’t?”
“Uh.”
Swoop.
I went to the side of Lenka, who behaved lightheartedly, and quietly put my hand on her back.
“Hey…!”
Lenka made a sound like a wildcat and trembled with her body.
Looking at me with her wide eyes, she immediately responded by swallowing her dry saliva, not knowing what to do.
I asked again, clinging to her side.
“You really don’t?”
“That… And thank you…! Thank you so don’t cling to me…!”
“You’re not forcing it, are you?”
“No…! It’s because I’m really grateful…!”
“Is pasta okay for dinner?”
“Huh…! I like pasta…!”
While nodding his head frantically, he didn’t tell me to let go of his hand even though he was restless.
It was just embarrassing, proof that I didn’t hate my touch.
Having made that promise, I smiled contentedly and patted Lenka on the back two or three times.
“Then let’s eat together after work.”
“Okay…! Get your hands off me…!”
“Why?”
“Why…! Who just told me to touch my body…?”
“I am.”
“…”
As if the natural answer was absurd, Lenka put on a puzzled expression even in the middle of her panic.
I stroked her silence followed and the curved part of her waist,
“Heheuk…!”
Enjoying Lenka’s reaction as she put her own arms close to her ribs, she removed her hand.
Afterwards, leaving her breathing heavily like one of her sprints, she greeted her customer who just happened to enter her cafe.
**
Ugh-!
Lunch break, I sent Lenka first and then I took out her cell phone when she heard the vibration in her pocket.
A notification from the Anyshare app is floating.
When I went in, there was a note from Ino-chan.
[( ·`⌓´·) Garbage, are you there?]
Seeing that, I couldn’t hide the smile that leaked out.
You rebel like this for fear of retaliation if you break up in front of me.
Now I think I totally think of MK as me… It’s funny, and it’s also cute.
Run later, what would you do if I heard that you already knew Ino-chan’s true identity?
Just imagining it is fun like crazy. I have to save and save and explode bread.
Thinking so, I knocked on my phone and sent a reply.
[Why are you cursing again?]
[Just. Take care.]
[He is a crazy person.]
No more messages came.
I, who giggled at Lenka’s timid revenge,
“Who wants to look at a cell phone while working?”
Hearing Lenka’s sarcastic voice coming from behind, he laughed inwardly.
The timing is very precise.
Could it be a coincidence? Or did she come inside as soon as Lenka sent her note to catch me?
It’s likely the former, but if it’s the latter, I don’t know whether to call it cute or keuty.
“I just saw you.”
“What were you doing?”
“You don’t have to know.”
“Do you have any secrets you can’t tell?”
It’s funny how you try to pry me out with a smirk.
“It is not.”
“Then tell me.”
“No, I do not want.”
“Why do you try to hide your business by prying at me when I try to do something? Shouldn’t it be fair for you to be honest when I ask?”
Lenka argues and listens as if it’s unfair.
It is very lovely to show a slightly obsessive side.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“It’s not like that, but it’s unreasonable.”
“Isn’t that unfair?”
“Isn’t it unfair…? It’s really ugly to judge on your own.”
“Ugly?”
“Uh. It’s very ugly.”
“You speak sadly again.”
“Whatever.”
Even if you just touch it, it climbs up like this on the subject that is stumped.
Still, it’s a lot more fun to tick-tack like this than being obedient every time.
I was thinking about how to humiliate Lenka, who seemed to have less resistance to Miyuki’s touch than Chinami, let alone Miyuki.
Swoop.
When the cafe door opened and a male customer entered, he smiled at the door.
“Welcome. This is Cafe 24.”
“Hello. An Ah…”
The man who was simply ordering turned his gaze back to Lenka.
It seems that the eyes are drawn to the appearance.
It’s a situation that happens almost every day, so now I’m tired of swearing. I need to pay and send it ASAP.
With that in mind, I was about to tell the amount stamped on the POS machine.
“Uh… Inoo?”
When the man pretended to know Lenka, he hesitated.
Same with Lenka. As she was about to prepare her espresso, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the man as her own last name was called.
“Who are you…?”
“Right…? I do not know?”
“Well… I’m fine… Ah…!”
Lenka, tilting her head and tearing at the man’s face, suddenly let out a high-pitched exclamation.
“Yoshida…? Kenichi Yoshida, who went to Oike Middle School?”
At Lenka’s words, who remembered her name, the man’s complexion brightened.
“That’s right! Do you recognize me?”
“It’s been such a long time…! How have you been doing?”
“I’ve been fine. You?”
“Me too… I’m fine. Really nice.”
It’s a fairly familiar flow of conversation.
A similar event occurred in Tokiaka.
It wasn’t exactly the same, but the clichés that cause jealousy are there.
If Lenka couldn’t remember that guy’s name for a second, they weren’t close at all.
That’s why it’s okay to just skip it and say that’s what it is, but when I actually go through it, I get annoyed.
This is why so many people use this common cliché. I guess I can understand now.
No, but isn’t Tokiaka a male game?
In this case, it’s normal for me to be the subject of the jealousy-inducing event and make the heroine jealous… After all, like a shit game, I get up and sit on the opposite side.
I could have let Lenka and that guy talk like this, but I don’t want to.
It doesn’t fit my personality to stand around like Tetsuya and be nervous.
I made a quick decision, and when Lenka was about to say something to the man, I struck first.
“I’ll help you pay for the Ah. Is it takeout?”
Then the man startled and took out the money.
“Ah yes.”
It doesn’t matter if you don’t notice.
It’s more important to get rid of that guy who’s friendly to my slave.
I won’t even give you a coupon. Don’t come again
If you come again, not only will all the women around you fall in love with you, but I will instill in you a taste for netorasé so that you voluntarily offer up your girlfriend.
I don’t know if I have a girlfriend or not.
**
“Why is your expression rotten?”
A question from Lenka, who sent her classmate as a simple goodbye.
I asked after turning her head to look at her.
“You think my expression is rotten?”
“Uh.”
I don’t like that this unfunny cliché happened, but you have to immerse yourself in it.
In addition to skinship, I need to educate myself so that I can realize that Lenka is my property.
“Director.”
“Why.”
“Come here.”
I grabbed Lenka’s wrist and entered her locker room.
Afterwards, before Lenka could say anything, she approached her and made her face.
“W-what is it…? Why are you here again…?”
I asked, glaring at Lenka, who looked up at me with her nervous expression on her clear face.
“Were you close with that person?”
“… Why are you asking that?”
“I am answering. Don’t be annoying.”
“Nope…?”
I thought I would get an answer like that.
But they seem to be secretly happy. Is it an illusion?
I snorted and grabbed Lenka’s hand, who was making a sullen expression.
“Hey!?”
Then, taking advantage of Len Ka’s startled gap, he pressed the back of her hand against her locker.
“Mu-mu-mu what are you doing right now…!?”
He stutters a lot.
Seeing how frightened I was, I must have not expected my actions at all.
Sensing the touch of Lenka’s slightly cold hand, I tapped my forehead against hers just like yesterday.
Furthermore, she gently placed her remaining hand on her silence followed and lowered her voice as much as possible.
“Were you close?”
“That, we were just classmates…! We didn’t even talk much…!”
Only then does she honestly confess her feelings.
I said, frowning my eyebrows as if I didn’t like it.
“Should I believe this?”
“I don’t know why I have to explain this to you… But we’re just classmates, we didn’t get along…! Really…!”
Lenka was giving an urgent explanation with her ears reddened, and her hand clasped with mine twitched violently.
I want to escape somehow, but it seems difficult because the difference in power is too big.
Lenka must be familiar with my behavior.
Why? It’s one of the scenes that often appear in female-oriented romantic comedies.
To put it simply, this is a common cliché even from Lenka’s point of view.
How is she dealing with this situation now?
Judging by the color of her face, it seems that she is not thinking about anything.
“Hick…! That, stop…! Stop…!”
When she put her hand on Lenka’s silence followed, she let out a groan that was slightly tickling, and her body wriggled.
It seemed that she was not accustomed to being touched by a man she was not used to.
I’m going to go out a little more forcefully.
I silently looked down at Lenka, whose struggle grew more and more intense, then opened her mouth half-notice.
“Behave straight ahead.”
“Wh-what…? Behavior…?”
“Yes.”
“Are you crazy…? What am I supposed to do after sleeping straight up…! Hey, let go of this for now…! Get your hands off me…!”
“Tell me that I understand, and I will clean it up.”
“You selfish bastard…! You bastard…!”
Seeing you say selfish, I understood it correctly.
As expected, Lenka is a slave by nature.
Let’s raise the water level a little higher than yesterday.
“That is an accurate assessment.”
I shrugged her shoulders, brushing aside Lenka’s profanity, and brought my lips very close to hers.
“Suck!”
Then Lenka, who swallowed her breath, closed her lips tightly and stopped all her movements.
She realized that with the slightest movement her lips would meet.
Looking at her like that, I tried her Lenka education again.
“If you understand, just blink twice.”
“…”
“If you don’t like it, keep it like this. I won’t be able to receive guests.”
At those words, Lenka’s eyes trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
Feeling the temperature of her clasped hands gradually rising, I silently waited for her answer.
“…”
Did you ever think you should get out of this situation?
Lenka’s eyes, which had been wide open as if they would never close, slowly closed.
Blink, blink again.
After confirming that Lenka’s eyelids closed and opened twice, I let her go and gave her a satisfied smile.
“Puha…!”
Then she said, wiping the cold sweat from Lenka’s forehead with her hand as she let out the breath she had been holding back.
“Good job.”
Even though it was a tone that sounded like she was disciplining a child, Lenka couldn’t retort her and just gasped.
Seeing Lenka’s legs loosened to the point of sitting down, I picked up my overcoat hanging in her dressing room and wrapped it around her body.
“Get some rest and come out. I will be working alone.”
A friendly voice, completely different from before.
Watching Lenka, dumbfounded by this, open her mouth, I got out of the locker room and went to work calmly.
