Chapter 39 – Cultural Festival Trailer
The next morning.
After driving her car to Miyuki’s house, I found her twisting her body in front of her house.
Maybe I was very ashamed of what happened yesterday, and even though I found my car, I don’t even think about coming.
Beep.
When I went in front of Miyuki and rang the clockion very briefly, her shoulders swelled.
Carefully, cautiously, she opened the passenger side door and greeted her awkwardly.
“Hello… Matsuda-kun… You came early today…?”
“You said you were leaving early. But why is the child so depressed? Ride quickly.”
“Yes…”
She climbs on her slowly and puts her hand discreetly on her lap.
I laughed and tousled Miyuki’s bangs.
“Ah…! Don’t do this…!”
I don’t know what’s so cute about her pampering with a small voice.
“Did you go home well yesterday?”
“At home…? It went well…”
“I couldn’t find the key.”
“…..”
Miyuki’s face brightened.
In that state, her mouth only opened, but it seemed that she was quite ashamed of calling me by name yesterday.
Like yesterday, I giggled at Miyuki as she turned her head out of her window and started her car.
As we turned around the neighborhood and entered the road leading straight to school, Miyuki asked in a puzzled way.
“Tetsuya-kun…? Won’t you burn it?”
“Uh.”
“Why…?”
“Sometimes, let’s go together like this.”
As she subtly revealed her feelings, Miyuki swallowed her breath and pursed her lips.
After a while, she
“Ha, but for Tetsuya-kun…”
I feel sorry for leaving him alone.
From now on, you’ll be going every day, just the two of you, instead of occasionally, so get used to it from now on.
I will do everything, so be prepared.
A picture of him passing Tetsuya and putting her hand between Miyuki’s crotch would be fine.
A scene in which Miyuki, whose body has become hotter, finds Tetsuya and is startled, getting even more excited by a sense of immorality…
This is not bad
“I told you. I have a place to stop by this morning, so go by yourself.”
“Did you say you were going to stop with me?”
“No.”
“Okay…? Then you should get in touch…”
Ugh-!
As soon as Miyuki finished speaking, her cell phone vibrated.
It must be tetsuya
While liking it, it is obvious that she will ask Miyuki to go with her.
I glanced at Miyuki and said.
“Is it Tok? Or is it a phone call?”
“Tok…”
“What did you say?”
“I’m asking if you’re awake…”
Miyuki hesitated as she tried to place her hand on her phone.
He seemed to be thinking of an excuse to give to Tetsuya.
After some deep thought, her fingers moved quickly.
“Ha…”
Before long, a long sigh leaked from Miyuki’s mouth.
He seemed to feel guilty for replying with a lie.
This time, since I lied in advance, I couldn’t honestly explain it, so it was difficult, right?
I understand all of that
You’ll feel very sorry now, but later you’ll become numb to lies.
Rather, you might feel thrilled.
He’s the one who rejected your confession of great courage.
He’s cheap even if he gets hurt, so don’t feel guilty.
I put my palm in front of Miyuki’s chest as she tossed and turned.
“Hold your hand.”
“Why…?”
“Why? I’m going to grab it and go.”
“…..”
At my direct words, Miyuki hesitantly put her hand on top of my palm.
That wasn’t enough, so I brought my own pods.
In that state, I put my interlaced hands on Miyuki’s thighs.
Her body squirmed as soon as the back of my hand touched her thigh.
He seemed flustered, but he didn’t show any signs of trying to clean it up.
I said I looked back at her briefly as she drove off.
“It’s hard to hold it, so I leave it like this.”
“… Who, who said what…?”
“Don’t get me wrong.”
“What a misunderstanding…! He-don’t do that…! I’m alone… I’m thinking strange things… I feel like a real pervert…”
I got angry, then I mumbled to myself…
Miyuki, who expressed her embarrassing feelings in that way, brought her opposite hand and put it under the back of my hand.
She formed the form that her own hands wrapped around her mine,
“Ha, it’s dangerous to drive with one hand… I heard you said it was a closet license…”
On the way to school, he muttered something he didn’t even want to say and stroked my hand like a doll.
**
“Shouldn’t we start preparing for the cultural festival from next week?”
At the words of the professor in charge of Class 1-A, the entire class was excited.
Cultural festival.
It is a representative event that is tired of worrying about love comedy.
One of the representative clichés is to enjoy a cultural festival with the heroine after the event is over.
It is also an event where a catfight between the heroines unfolds.
It’s an important watershed to choose the true heroine among many heroines… But that’s a cliché that only comes out in ordinary love comedies.
I will share love with all 3 of them.
However, as of now, I am the only person with whom I have built up meaningful relationships with Miyuki.
That’s why this year’s cultural festival should be enjoyed only with her.
In the case of Class 1-A…
“Did your eyes twinkle when I heard about the haunted house the other day? Try it this time.”
As the professor said, the unanimous decision is to run the haunted house.
As Miyuki is her main heroine, she is a yuki-onna who can highlight her beauty and fair skin… In other words, she plays the snow woman.
There is also a service cut where her warm image is reversed, and small happenings occur there.
I’ll have to enjoy it my way later.
In Tetsuya’s case, he dresses up as Shuten-douji, which can be said to be cool, but this time it’s different.
You will definitely make it a kappa, you bastard.
Lenka runs a skewer restaurant with Chinami and the kendo club, and she should stop by.
I have to buy Miyuki’s favorite yakitori.
“Regarding the cultural festival, the class president and vice-captain lead the children… Let’s start class.”
Woo woo woo-!
The booing that comes out in unison.
The blood vessels in the professor’s bald head bulge out, creating a crossroads mark, and the students in the class who see it become quiet.
He looks hot-blooded, but has a warm heart, a hot-blooded teacher… No, a professor.
This is one of those clichés.
Quick! Are you glad you didn’t hear anything?
I burst into a quiet, light laugh and concentrated on class.
When the first period was over and it was break time, Miyuki and the vice-president talked about various things.
Then, he came out with paper and pen and came towards Tetsuya.
“Miura-kun should do it with Shuten-douji. I think it will suit you well because you are slim.”
Those were the words of the vice-captain who looked at Tetsuya’s stupid looking face.
The conversation earlier was about the ghost concept.
“Shutendoji shouldn’t be a little big, right? I think intimidating the other person fits the image.”
Miyuki immediately refuted.
Her gaze was not on Tetsuya, but on me.
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
I, who had been flustered, furrowed my brow at Miyuki’s continued words.
“Is Matsuda-kun going to dress up too?”
“No. Annoying.”
“If you don’t want to participate, I will decline. Unless there’s something important going on, everyone in the class is required.”
“Who said not? I’ll check the tickets at the entrance and catch the guests when they arrive. Isn’t this better?”
At those words, the vice-captain shook her head as if she had a clue.
“I think that might be good. Because Matsuda-kun is trustworthy… I don’t think there will be any customers who want to get into trouble when he’s at the entrance.”
The evaluation of the class students towards me is being overturned.
I listened quietly to class, and Miyuki, the class president and member of the student council, often showed me how to treat me comfortably, so it seemed that others were gradually opening up to me.
Now is the time for clichés and love letters to induce jealousy…
I want more time to pass.
“I can’t just entrust Matsuda-kun with ticket inspection… If I’m alone, I might give up ticket inspection and go to see the cultural festival.”
Ignoring Miyuki’s cheeky jokes next to me, I stood up dragging the chair.
Then Miyuki asked.
“Where?”
“Store.”
“Then buy me one strawberry milk. Makoto too… I’ll give you the money when it comes.”
Who else is Makoto?
Ah… It must have been the name of the vice-captain with his eyes wide open next to him.
I nodded with a face full of annoyance, and as I walked out of the classroom, I heard the quiet conversation between Miyuki and Makoto from behind.
“I can’t get used to it no matter how many times I try.”
“What?”
“Masuda-kun going to the canteen by himself… Originally, he just ordered the kids. Even today, you and mine…”
“You’ve gotten a lot better these days. I didn’t even get into an accident…”
“Yes. People look different.”
I have better ears than you think.
Hear everything you say
**
At lunchtime, after school activities…
Wherever you go, there is only talk of cultural festivals.
Since it’s a once-a-year festival, it’s inevitable, and I’m also looking forward to it…
‘Boring.’
I get tired of people talking about the same thing.
You can just prepare quietly, make sure to make a fuss.
Of course, what Miyuki, Lenka, and Chinami were talking about was an exception.
“Kouhai Matsuda, where will you be participating in the cultural festival?”
Chinami’s question, holding a bamboo sword that looks relatively long because of her petite stature.
I answered after trying to push up and down and left and right.
“I belong to the class.”
“Okay? I heard that junior Miura is also participating as a member of the class… What is the project of your class?”
“A haunted house.”
“Five…?”
Chinami looked up at me with her curious eyes.
The height difference between her is more than 30cm, so the angle at which her head rises is huge, so it’s funny.
But suddenly, a question arises.
I know that Chinami’s skills are amazing.
But how do you overwhelm your opponent with that petite body?
I understand that there are no mixed competitions in the middle school and higher competitions, but
I heard that even a 3rd year male kendo club member would have a hard time doing sparring during club activities…
Are the skills good? I want to see it right once.
“The Haunted House… That sounds like a lot of fun…! I’m intrigued…! Does junior Matsuda wear ghost makeup too?”
“No. I want to check tickets at the entrance.”
“Okay? He’s big, so I think he’ll look good wearing a ghost costume… It’s a pity.”
“I asked the other seniors, and they said that the kendo club runs a skewer restaurant… When you take turns and look around, come with Inoo-senpai.”
“Huh… I’ll think positively. Oh…!”
She clapped her hands as if remembering something about her and continued her words.
“Your push-walking posture was very good earlier. Did you practice separately?”
“No. Yesterday Inoo-senpai took care of me for a while.”
“Okay…? When?”
“When Master went to check the equipment yesterday.”
“I see. Aren’t you teaching better than me?”
“No. Senior Inoo’s teachings are too harsh. I prefer the teachings of good teachers.”
Heheh.”
Chinami bursts out laughing.
She scolded me with her hand on her waist.
“As Lenka is the head of our kendo club, it is natural for her to show a stern attitude. She’s also an ace, so you should be grateful for her teachings. Isn’t it?”
Even as she spoke, a smile formed on Chinami’s lips.
I mean it doesn’t feel too bad.
She considers Lenka a good friend of hers, but she also seems to have a little rivalry with her…
If you do well, you might be able to use this.
