Chapter 236 – Watery Chewing Power
“The best way to explain this is… Tetsuya-kun, are you listening?”
Tetsuya, who had been blankly looking at his math book, came to his senses at the sound of Miyuki’s subdued voice.
“Ah, yes. I was listening.”
Miyuki must have been in a bad mood when she found out that I frequented her house.
I’m not quite sure why Ji is so indecisive, but I don’t think he needs to understand Tetsuya because he’s not a criminal.
“What did I say?”
“Uh… Do you like factoring?”
“I never said anything like that.”
“That, is it…?”
“Why can’t you concentrate? Do you not want to study?”
“Absolutely not. Why would I hate studying with you?”
I don’t like the way she talks while waving her hand.
Resting my chin on the table with my elbows on the table, I gently stretched out my legs hidden under the tablecloth and pushed them into Miyuki’s thighs.
Flinch.
In response to my actions, which could be said to be bold, Miyuki, who slightly moved her shoulders, frowned slightly.
“…Then shall we start over…?”
He was talking to Tetsuya, but his eyes were on me.
His eyes seemed to ask what he was doing.
Ignoring that, I tapped Miyuki’s sensitive area with a dull expression, as if studying was bothersome.
Then Miyuki’s face quickly turned red.
She must have thought that this couldn’t happen anymore, so she lowered her hand and pinched the top of my foot very hard.
Sensing the stinging pain, I pressed my legs between Miyuki’s crotches while wriggling.
“Hick…!”
A rather high-pitched moan erupted from her mouth, which had been pretending to be calm with her long eyelashes down.
“Hmm…! Hmm…”
She quickly clears her throat and defuses the situation.
She said with an awkward smile at Tetsuya, who was making her puzzled face.
“Are you ready to write? I’ll give you the official notice.”
“Ah, yes. But where are you sick? I caught a cold?”
“No? Why…?”
“I want you to cough a little harder.”
“I just heard the rumor.”
“Okay? Drink some water.”
As expected, like a noob who doesn’t notice, he doesn’t know what’s going on below.
Miyuki seems to be in more trouble than she imagined, so let’s stop here.
Next time, I’ll have to ask them to do it in the bathroom during break time.
I took my foot out between her legs and gently set it down on the floor.
“After…”
Miyuki let out a deep sigh as if trying to cool her heated face.
She gulped the juice that was placed in front of her eyes, glared at her with resentful eyes, and then began to teach the stupid Tetsuya her formula.
**
“Wrong. All you have to do is substitute the formula I just gave you, don’t you remember?”
Hearing Miyuki’s stern voice, Tetsuya scratched his head.
“Sorry. I forgot.”
“Compared to Tetsuya-kun’s usual skills, there are a lot of wrong answers today… Are you feeling really bad?”
“Is that so…?”
“I see.”
“You have no face.”
“Are you okay. Still, the solution itself seems to have worked hard. Matsuda-kun is the correct answer. I was confused about the solution in the middle and spent a lot of time, but I can get past this.”
It was very difficult to pass Miyuki’s problem bomb for several hours.
Since the mind is exhausted, it should be rewarded physically, right?
I asked with a hopeful tone as I stretched out to relieve my sluggish body.
“So, are we going to stop here for today?”
“It’s a bit disappointing… But I think it will work. You did a good job today, and you both did well.”
It’s a shame to say that Tetsuya did a good job… As expected, he compliments him like a kind Miyuki.
Miyuki burst into laughter as she saw me bending his stiff neck, then stood up and continued.
“I will go to the bathroom. I’ll cut the fruit after I’m back, so take a rest while eating.”
Then Tetsuya grabbed his head and blamed himself.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t do it today. I’ll review it when I get back.”
“No. If you’re not feeling well, it’s better to just rest. The two of us are taking a walk together.”
After her words, Miyuki hummed her and went upstairs.
A gait that seemed genuinely happy to teach us.
I let out a sigh of boredom, left Tetsuya with a relieved look on her face, and headed for the small garden outside the living room.
I am stretching while looking at such a well-managed flower bed.
“Matsuda, what are you doing there?”
Tetsuya’s unpleasant voice came from behind.
“Stretching.”
“Shall we do it together?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“Okay.”
Tetsuya came to my side and bent his waist from side to side.
The silent fellow pointed to a shrub with four or five leaves scattered over bluish stipules in the corner of the garden.
“Isn’t the tree pretty?”
“Pretty? Aren’t the flowers blooming?”
“Ah, it may seem that way to you. I planted them together with Miyuki when we were young, so they look pretty to me.”
Are you bragging? He said that he made many memories at Miyuki’s house since he was a child?
Probably not It’s true that Tetsuya is a keut, but he wouldn’t have fallen to that extent.
I believe so. If the bragging is right, I think I’ll start to get scared of him.
“It must be pretty when it blooms. I didn’t see them blooming in the summer, so are they spring flowers?”
“That’s right. Yeongsan Hong.”
Talking about flowers with him makes me feel very dirty.
I’ll have to turn to another topic.
“How about boxing? Is it worth it?”
“Just like that. The director seemed to take good care of it.”
“Really? Doesn’t the director have a talent for boxing that’s enough?”
“It meant that only the grit was good, not the technical side.”
“Shuddering in humility. Do you still tell beginners to just jump rope?”
“No. These days, if you do that, all the officials will fall off, so skip the rope as a warm-up and teach one-two right away. Come to think of it, didn’t you also work out in the past and stop? I think I heard from Miyuki…”
I had told Miyuki in the past that she gave up while working out.
I said it in passing, did you even remember that?
It is also our Miyuki. I have to give her a stamp of praise and leave a very thick kiss mark on the nape of her neck.
However, telling Tetsuya about this is a bit different.
No matter how much it was before we were dating, I shared my story with waste Tetsuya, so I got a penalty point.
Even considering that the two of them are childhood friends with no secrets, I can’t just let it go… I’ll have to treat this as a piece of butt.
“I did.”
“What was the sport?”
“It’s hard to pick just one of these things. Don’t pry on me.”
“Okay. Sorry.”
“But aren’t gloves and boxing shoes a separate purchase?”
“Yes.”
“Did you buy them all?”
“I bought it.”
“Looks like you’re serious about trying it.”
“I’m thinking of doing that for now.”
“Where are you going to learn and use it? Are you going to hit me?”
“Ah… I don’t exercise to hit people.”
It seems to be sarcastic to me, who used to be a bully, but am I mistaken?
No, if it was Tetsuya, he was the one who would talk like that.
But why not feel bad and just laugh?
Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten used to his stupidity.
Anyway, judging from the talking tail, I think it’s going to get messed up sooner or later…
I wonder if I can encourage them to spar then.
“Matsuda-kun! Tetsuya-kun! Come and eat some fruit!”
We were having a conversation that had no nutritional value at all, when Miyuki called out to us.
When I went to the living room, Kana was sitting and holding her fork.
I sat down at the well-arranged table and asked Kana.
“When did your sister come?”
“Just now. Why?”
“Somehow, it feels like I only see it when I eat.”
“Am I not a pig? Shall I show you my belly fat?”
How the hell could you take my word for such an answer?
Kana also has a slightly quirky side.
I still want to see belly fat. I think it will be white and smooth like Miyuki.
As Kana was about to make her sudden move to remove her T-shirt, her freaked out Miyuki quickly stopped her.
“Ah sister…! Don’t do anything weird…!”
“Why? I have to authenticate so Matsuda-kun can’t make fun of me.”
“Matsuda-kun, you weren’t making fun of your sister…! Have you ever had a head injury?”
Mmmm… It’s nice to see the sisters bickering.
I feel like taking you to bed.
Kana insisted on her coercion, and I looked at Miyuki, who stopped her, and I smiled at her.
“J-Calm down… Shall we eat our fruit?”
I took one of her apples and ate it while looking at Tetsuya with her pitiful eyes as she tried to intervene in the conversation.
**
That evening, in front of Lenka’s house.
“What is that on your neck?”
At Lenka’s question as I got into the car just in time for the appointment, I stroked her neck and put on a puzzled expression.
“What?”
“It is red. Did you get a bug bite?”
“Where?”
“Lower neck. A little right.”
You saw the kiss mark Miyuki engraved.
I guess I don’t know because I’ve never seen anything like this.
“This? You will find out later.”
“Later?”
I’ll teach you well myself.
Swallowing the word, I changed the topic.
“What do you want to do today?”
“Didn’t you decide beforehand?”
“I haven’t decided. Then, why don’t we just look around and see if there’s a place to play?”
“What is so spontaneous about it? Do you have any plans?”
“Do you need a plan to play with slaves?”
“Hey!”
“All right. Do not be angry.”
“You don’t speak mean things…!”
“Yes, yes.”
Was I being nasty when I responded in a natural way?
She bit her lower lip and glared at me, then turned her head out of her window as if she didn’t want to talk anymore.
I was driving in silence in the car, looking for a place to go, but Lenka spoke first, as if the atmosphere of silence was a bit uncomfortable.
“Are you going to the next kendo tournament? Have you talked to the members?”
“A kendo contest?”
“You’ve made it to the finals. Won last time Could it be that you don’t remember this?”
“I remember. But do I really need to go out?”
“I went out as a starting member, but shouldn’t I participate in the next tournament as well?”
“It’s a bit hard to leave because there’s no reward.”
At that, Lenka let out her pathetic sigh.
“You said you had fun the other day. You said you want to enter the competition?”
“Is it? I can’t remember.”
“Do not lie.”
“Now that I think about it, I think I can remember. But going until vacation is a bit…”
“Why are you so unmotivated? Why are you trying to learn kendo? Just as a hobby?”
“During full concentration breathing…”
“If you’re trying to say you learn lightning breath, you’ll die.”
“All right. Then I will say that I want to learn the flying fish sword.”
At the mention of the name of a skill from her classic action manga, Lenka snorted in laughter.
“What are you talking about… The flying fish sword style is a one-man tradition… Ah…”
After chattering, Lenka let out a frustrated exclamation.
She tried to pretend to know the fields she knew, but she seemed to realize what mistake she had made.
I burst into her laughter and asked her in a playful voice as she quickly rolled her eyes from side to side.
“Did you mean to joke that you can’t learn from a normal kendo club because it’s a one-man tradition?”
“Oh no…?”
Anyone can see that it is right, but what is not?
“Right?”
“It’s not…?”
“Does it seem right?”
“Because it’s not…?”
“You are very well versed in this area. By any chance, what’s going on with Hamza, the manager’s teacher?”
“… I’m not sure what you’re talking about…?”
It is both funny and pitiful to see him trying to cover up the situation somehow with a uniform tone of voice as if he were reading a Korean book.
It seems that Lenka’s cheesy power has risen today, so I’m going to spend some time going to a store related to subculture.
