Chapter 269 – Is It Fear or Not?
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“Ha…”
Lying on her back and looking at the ceiling, Lenka let out a long exhalation.
Why does he continue to have this relationship with Matsuda?
Even if you quit right now, it’s not enough.
Until now, she thought she was a person who was sure to break up, but after talking with Matsuda, she found that it was not.
It was so indecisive. And she was swayed too much by Matsuda.
What kind of wind blew that satisfied Matsuda’s ears at the hotel with a tone that was not his own…
Recalling the raised corner of his mouth that had been under her, Lenka shook her head.
‘I’m crazy…’
Even she was happy to follow his lead.
I usually had that kind of heart in my heart, but today, that feeling has increased.
As if his feelings for Matsuda were getting deeper and deeper.
“Haaa…”
Lenka let out a sigh, picked up the bamboo sword she was keeping, and came out.
It was because he thought that if he didn’t swing his sword outside in the fresh air, his head would be complicated until tomorrow.
“Are you going to practice?”
A mother asked as she sat with her father on the sofa in the living room.
Lenka smiled and replied, looking at the good looks of her father wrapped around her mother’s shoulders and her mother around her father’s waist.
“Yes.”
“You can do it indoors, do you really want to go out?”
“I want to get some fresh air.”
“Okay? It’s cold today and it’s late, so dress appropriately.”
“All right.”
What would her parents think if they saw Matsuda?
When I see Matsuda dealing with the manager or the elderly customers, she is quite stern… I might unexpectedly like her.
With such thoughts in mind, Lenka came out and swung her shinai with her clothes still closed.
It was a cold day, and the wind was blowing hard, so after practice, she had to grease the bamboo sword a lot, but she didn’t think it was bothersome because taking care of the bamboo sword was a part of her life anyway.
Lenka, who had been practicing for a long time by doing repetitive movements, quickly picked it up when her mobile phone vibrated on her bed, and she felt some strange anticipation.
But she couldn’t hide her disappointment when she saw her name on her screen.
[My junior Tetsuya Miura]
Because it wasn’t the call from Matsuda he was hoping for.
Frowning her face, she suddenly regained her senses and slapped her own cheek.
Doesn’t this make her feel sorry for Tetsuya Miura?
It’s never like that, so I need to manage my facial expressions.
It’s a situation where you’re alone, but if you act as you please, you can do this in front of others.
It’s about maintaining an upright attitude.
Lenka, who controlled her own mind, answered her phone.
“Hello?”
– Long time no see, manager! Sorry for the late hour, but is it ok to call?
You are still strong. Did you have good kendo practice?
Come to think of it, Matsuda hasn’t talked about swords lately… Has she let go of her hand by any chance?
A person with that much talent shouldn’t quit kendo.
I’ll have a look at it one more time tomorrow.
“Are you okay. How have you been doing?”
-Yes! Well done. What about the manager?
“What am I…”
Lenka’s mouth was closed.
She is under a lot of stress because of Matsuda these days, so she is reluctant to answer that she is also doing well.
No, is she just stressed out? Rather, isn’t she enjoying a dangerous relationship with Matsuda?
Lenka, who had asked herself such a question,
-What are you doing?
She flinched at the innocent Tetsuya’s question and then changed the subject.
“No. But why did you contact me?”
-I was going to ask about your regards and ask about the next kendo competition. When will the match be?
“Open once right before vacation ends. A date will be set soon, but the director will tell you at that time.”
-Is that so? Will I be included in the men’s competition?
“Of course. All the people who participated in the previous competition will go together. I bet there won’t be any change unless something special happens.”
-Fortunately, the.
“Was that what you were worried about?”
-Boo, it’s not that I was anxious… I just wanted to appeal that I’m practicing hard…
Tetsuya’s honest and naive answer fed Lenka.
It’s a sudden thought, but what if Matsuda was as sweet as Miura?
Whichever way you look at it, it’s pretty bad. Each person has an image that suits them.
Matsuda’s reckless attitude like now, and her forced appearances are much better suited.
Said Lenka, switching her cellphone to her opposite hand and leaning her shinai against the post of her bench.
“Don’t worry, I know everything. By the way, I’m working part-time these days, and I’ll take a picture of you, so come over.”
– Do you work?
“Huh. I’m working at a cafe. With Matsuda.”
-… Yes? I beg your pardon?
“I am working.”
– No… It’s not… Who are you with?
“With Matsuda.”
-… The Matsuda I know? Ken Matsuda?
Hearing Tetsuya’s questionable voice, he seemed completely unaware that Matsuda was working at the cafe.
Weren’t you two friends?
Even if we’re not close, I can tell you… Didn’t you contact me all vacation?
“That’s right.”
The cell phone went quiet.
Asked Lenka, wondering if she hadn’t heard her own voice.
“Hello? I can hear?”
-Ah, yes… I hear you. That… Is very surprising…?
Unexpectedly… If you recall that he and Matsuda treated each other as if they were enemies, it was a perfect fit.
“I didn’t know it would turn out like this either. I’ll buy you a drink, so come when you have free time. If you have any questions about kendo, feel free to ask.”
-OK. Thank you.
“Huh. I’ll just hang up.”
After hanging up on her, Lenka tries to send her note to Matsuda via her anime share, but she quits.
These days, the number of times I talk to MK is frequent, and since Matsuda was suspicious the other day, I had to stop doing dangerous things.
This pleasure, the only one where you can swear at Matsuda with ease, shouldn’t be lost in a moment’s mistake.
It deserves to be eaten for a long time.
Lenka, who was fiddling with her cell phone, which had become quiet, thought it was time to change the name of Matsuda’s phone book.
[Remaining trash] Would be just fine.
This is special too Originally, she didn’t save the names of people other than Chinami with so much effort.
So Matsuda should thank herself.
Of course, if he found out about this, he would go on a rampage again as if he had caught the case.
Anyway, what are you going to play next?
What happened today was very shocking.
A choker with cat bells around a person’s neck… I don’t know if I should say it’s fortunate that I didn’t wear a leash.
‘Then a leash next…?’
MK did mention the leash, so he’s definitely going to play it, though I don’t know when.
If so, how should I accept it?
I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to wait and see when that time comes.
I can honestly say that today’s play was very humiliating, but actually it wasn’t bad.
I could see that Matsuda really liked her body, and she was secretly proud of him because he ejaculated faster than in the first relationship.
So, she seems to be quietly looking forward to it. Relationship next.
‘No…!’
Lenka, who forcibly calmed the overflowing feeling that was rising in her silence, looked at the starry night sky for a while before going inside.
While thinking that tomorrow I’ll have to wrap it up completely and make Matsuda angry…
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“I knew. Why didn’t you tell me? Is that something that needs to be said?”
Miyuki, wrapped up in a futon on top of the mattress, was talking to someone on the phone.
“Yeah, yeah… That’s right. No, it’s okay next study? Let’s do it on wednesday That’s Matsuda-kun’s day off.”
Listening to the conversation, it turns out that Miyuki is on the phone with Tetsuya.
Somehow, it seemed that he noticed that I was working with Lenka.
Of course, that route would be Lenka. She called the coveted department manager after a long time, and must have heard something surprising there.
I’m curious to see the look on his face when he found out, but right now there’s no time to pay attention to bugs like Tetsuya.
I’m more worried about how to tell Miyuki about my relationship with Lenka than that guy’s face.
I’m thinking about it every time, but of course I can’t get a feel for it, and my mouth doesn’t come off.
If you recall Miyuki’s reaction before the threesome with Chinami… I’m afraid of her reaction this time.
There is a history of allowing threesomes, so unexpectedly the situation may not be as serious as I’m worried about, but that possibility is low.
Is there any better way? Just because you said let’s get married, should we start with the marriage registration first?
I don’t think it’s going too far, but it’s going to be done in the future anyway, so tie Miyuki tightly with that… No, is this a bit like that?
But suddenly I’m curious.
If I told Miyuki about her marriage now, how would she accept it?
I’m sure he likes me so much, but I’m afraid of getting married at a young age, so I think I’ll say that I need to think a lot about it.
Miyuki has a lot of sensitivity, so if she sets the mood and confesses properly, there is a possibility that she will accept it out of the blue.
“Okay, see you next time.”
Miyuki finished the call with a lively voice and held out her cell phone to me.
Realizing that the action meant to charge me, I let out a blank laugh.
“Am I your servant?”
“I can’t move, but you can do this much.”
“Why can’t I move…”
“Ah quickly…!”
A smile spreads across her lips when she sees her complaining while bouncing her whole body wrapped in a blanket.
You seem to be in a good mood… Shall we try our luck now?
No, doing so without any warning would only bring shock.
I took Miyuki’s cell phone from her and plugged it in to charge her. I touched her as she lay curled up.
“Hey.”
“Why?”
“I just called.”
“What… Childishly…”
Looking at me like a star, Miyuki mischievously distorted her expression.
Seeing that lively appearance makes me even more hesitant to talk about it.
Had I been this indecisive?
How about asking for another threesome with Chinami?
It would be less repulsive than talking about Lenka, so it wouldn’t be bad to start over from there.
For now, let’s raise Miyuki’s affection even further.
When her feelings for me become much bigger than now, I think I have to do something to make it work.
With her fears about her future hidden in a corner of her heart, I climbed on top of Miyuki and forcibly unfolded the futon she refused to let go.
Then he started tickling her body.
“Oh, don’t…!”
Miyuki who likes to purr.
I spent her time with her for a long time, sharing her fresh skinship.
