Chapter 291 – Back to School #2
“Muhmm… Junior… If you keep doing that, your cheeks will stretch like rice cakes…”
I pulled Chinami’s cheek with her forefinger, but when I heard her embarrassed voice, I let go of her hand.
But the skinship wasn’t over at all.
As he gently tickled her neck with her Chinami wrapped around her shoulder, she seemed to feel strange and buried her back in her seat.
“Whoah… Peach… Would you like…?”
“There is one left. Please eat, Master.”
“It’s okay to give it to your junior…”
“I will eat later.”
“Ah, yes… Then how about this…?”
Chinami pulls out a small plastic bottle from a black plastic bag placed in the seat while holding on to her.
It was a drink called [Jelly Puyo] Wrapped in a cute pink wrapping paper.
It looks like it has peach jelly in it… It’s like Chinami.
I said after accepting the drink she offered.
“As expected, our teacher has a very kind heart. Unlike anyone else.”
“Who is that…?”
“There is. Such a person Guess it.”
“Ummm…”
I was having a soft time with Chinami, who was deeply troubled, when Lenka heard me from the side and interrupted the conversation.
“The way you speak is very sluggish. I hope it’s not garbage.”
Say whatever you want. Because you can get it all later.
Refreshingly ignoring Lenka’s grumbling, I grinned as I ate the peach Chinami held out.
Then, apparently her stomach churned, Lenka bit her lower lip and lifted her middle finger at her.
“Uh huh…! My friend…! What would you do if you made a gesture like that…! Besides, it’s garbage…! How can you say such harsh things to a person?”
It’s a bonus that she got caught by Chinami and got scolded.
I giggled inwardly as I watched her shyly avoid her gaze, and continued to touch Chinami with her.
“Mua… Junior…! Now is not the time for this…”
“Why.”
“Because… Doing this in a public place… Not even in an enclosed space…”
“Then, should we stop at this point, get off the bus and stop by the club room for a while?”
“Sickle…!? No…? There must be a lot of members in the room…? I have to wash up and go to the after party…”
“Is that so? Then call me when you get back. I will give you a ride.”
“Yes? Don’t juniors go to parties?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It is because of work. I also told the director.”
“Aha… That’s unfortunate.”
When Chinami nodded and let her exclamation of pity, Lenka interrupted her without fail.
“What about work… It’s just annoying, so you probably want to take a break.”
It’s a story that was shared in a low voice, but it was not enough to know everything, even Chinami’s expression, so it seems that we watched our affection carefully.
Pretending not to be interested and paying attention… It’s pervert-like.
“Why are you fighting?”
“Are you just telling the truth?”
“Not at all?”
“It’s childish.”
“What is this childish?”
“It was just childish.”
“Aren’t you going to force it?”
“Isn’t the manager acting forcibly?”
“…”
Keep talking how it goes
When I looked at Lenka with that look, she flinched and looked away.
Laughing at the woman’s wrinkled demeanor in an instant, I gently stroked the side of Chinami’s hair, who was smiling at me and looking at Lenka alternately.
“Why?”
“It’s nice to see you getting along well.”
Hearing the conversation just now, he thought that they seemed to be on good terms?
Well, it seems like it would look like a quarrel between friends who have a bad feeling.
Whatever it is, if Chinami thinks like that, I’m grateful.
Exciting massage season 3… Should we start soon?
**
The next morning.
I was loafing around with the start of school just around the corner, but when the sliding window opened and Miyuki peeked out, I raised my upper body.
“What? When did you come? I didn’t even hear the door open.”
“Was it open? Didn’t you just come in after doing some exercise?”
“No? Have you been at home since last night?”
“What…? So you mean you’ve been leaving the gate open since last night? When you sleep?”
“I guess so.”
Miyuki let out a smirk as if feeling a sense of absurdity at her trivial tone.
“How can you be so carefree? What if I heard a thief?”
“You didn’t hear. It’s safe here.”
“… I’m speechless because it’s not really funny… That’s insensitivity to safety. Know?”
“Know.”
“I know, but why are you leaving the gate open? Ha… Anyway, good job at the tournament. Didn’t you iron your uniform?”
“Uh.”
“I knew it. I’ll iron it, so dress neatly.”
Aaaaah… Homely Miyuki… It’s so nice.
I was confused by Miyuki’s thrifty figure, but I wrinkled my brow at her continued words.
“Help me move. I brought an ironing board and it’s hard.”
“You brought it? That?”
“Huh.”
“How?”
“Mom gave me a ride.”
“Auntie? If that happens to me…”
“I know you told me to call you, but I just came.”
Miyuki, anticipating what I would say, quickly took over.
Having nothing to say, I licked my lips and scolded Miyuki.
“You mean you brought some ironing items? I’m at home and I’m calling you.”
“Just in time, my mom was leaving, so I asked for a ride.”
“But call me next time.”
“Okay.”
“Please.”
“Huh.”
He’s answering straight, but his eyes are so wide open that he can’t tell if he’s listening through one ear or not.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“I am listening. Matsuda-kun is the one who locks the gate.”
Miyuki’s counterattack made her speechless, so I went out to the gate and tried to enter with the ironing board.
Then, when a familiar car stopped in front of the door, I widened my eyes and bowed my back.
“Hello, ma’am.”
“Hello, Matsuda-kun. I heard you participated in a kendo competition?”
“Yes.”
“I heard you even won the MVP trophy, congratulations.”
Yesterday Miyuki received my call and said everything.
It’s only natural to brag about your future husband to your parents.
“Thank you.”
“Are you sad that you don’t come home often these days?”
“That… I’m sorry.”
Embarrassed, I scratched the side of her head, and Midori covered her mouth with a smile and asked.
“Is Miyuki at home?”
“There is. Shall I call you?”
“No. Can you pass me this on?”
Midori grabbed something of hers from the passenger seat.
It was Miyuki’s cell phone. As Miyuki got off, it seemed that something in her pocket fell out.
Picking up the phone, I bowed my head again.
“All right.”
“Then I will go. Have fun.”
“Yes. I’ll send Miyuki on time.”
“Huh.”
Midori waved at me with a bright smile and soon drove away.
Is it common for her daughter to come over to her unmarried boyfriend’s house and act so natural?
It’s like the fact that I brought her the iron and the board myself… I’m Miyuki’s first boyfriend, so I’m sure I’m conservative…
Maybe he gave up because he knew Miyuki’s subtle, indecisive temperament, but even taking that into consideration, it seems that his mind is a little more open.
If that’s the case, you’ll want to attack Midori as well.
As he kept giving her room, the blood rushed to her lower leg, and her urge toward Midori grew.
If I imagine her relationship with her, her sultry girl, I feel like I’m going crazy because of her shapeliness just imagining her.
After paizuriing her mine with her own breasts, she raised her index finger and poked her glans with her fingernails to stimulate her, then moved the tip of her tongue back and forth to force her to grant it. She is trying to drain the distant liquid…
As I flinched at the feeling of ejaculation, I let out an obscene eye smile and put my tongue on the bottom of her glans and opened her mouth…
Even just thinking about such a simple thing makes me feel like I’m going out of my mind.
I’m really really sorry for Wataru, but wouldn’t it be okay to have a secret partner…?
No. Let’s be patient… We have to be patient.
With a righteous heart, I suppressed the temptation of evil creeping up on me, and I lifted the ironing board and moved it into the house.
Then, before I knew it, I handed the phone to Miyuki, who had changed into my clothes.
“I left this.”
“Is it mine? Were you on the ground?”
“No. Her aunt said to come and get it.”
“Oh really? Did mom come back?”
“Uh.”
“Thank you. Could you put the ironing board next to the TV?”
Neither Miyuki nor Midori seemed particularly embarrassed that Midori had come to our house.
It feels like we’ve become a couple now, so it makes me feel strange.
The relationship between Lenka and Chinami should develop to this extent, but I want to be more active than now.
“Are you going to iron now?”
“Huh. Oh, and I have to go out early tomorrow morning and guard the front door.”
“Why are you guarding it?”
“I have to make sure that the students are wearing their uniforms properly. We have to check whether there are late students or not, so Matsuda-kun comes on time.”
Then, shall we do something like this in the gym storage room like last time?
Perhaps realizing my thoughts, Miyuki cut it off and continued.
“Don’t think anything strange.”
“Sorry. But are you asking me to go alone?”
“If you’re bored, you can come with Tetsuya-kun.”
“I hate that.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want a man in the car.”
“… It’s really messy…”
Shaking her head in disgust, Miyuki opened her closet and took out my shirt.
Then she deftly placed the shirt on her ironing board and turned on the iron.
“Can I help you?”
“No.”
“Why.”
“Where can I help with ironing? It’s okay, so stay still.”
“I’m bored.”
“Look for a movie to see, then.”
“I get it.”
