248 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 248 Our joined lips gave birth to silence. Miyagi's hand clutched my clothes, covering my chest. While we kissed, she couldn't speak, even if she wanted to ask me something. I was able to keep this different side of Miyagi contained within her. I hoped the silence would continue indefinitely. Even though the kiss was to silence her, I longed to feel her more deeply. I gently tapped her lips with the tip of my tongue. Yet, she showed no intention of letting me in and kept her lips tightly shut. Instead, she stepped on my foot, firmly enough that it felt mildly painful. It pleased me to have Miyagi step on my foot. The feeling seemed perverse, but it was better than being asked questions I couldn't answer while we kissed. The heat transmitted from our lips wasn’t enough, so I pressed my tongue against her lips more insistently. In response, Miyagi pushed me away forcefully. "Sendai-san, you're acting strange. Why are you doing that now?" "Isn't it weird that Miyagi suddenly started touching my chest?" "I said I was going to." "If saying it makes it acceptable, I'll say it too. I'm going to kiss you again." Following Miyagi's rules, I declared my intention before drawing near again. I cut off Miyagi’s complaint with a kiss and wrapped my arms around her waist. Her lips remained stubbornly closed. I lightly bit them, which resulted in an even stronger stomp on my foot, causing me to step back. "You're not allowed to speak," came her displeased voice. "It’s fine not speaking, isn’t it?" "...Sit down here, Sendai-san." Miyagi pointed at the chair I usually sit on, commanding me like I was some kind of pet. But I had no obligation to follow her orders. Right now, she had no right to command me, and even if she got upset because I didn’t comply, Miyagi is usually in a bad mood occasionally, so it hardly matters. Yet, the Miyagi in front of me now was not a good Miyagi. If I continued silencing her with kisses, I might end up provoking anger to an irreparable level, so I quietly sat as I was told and heard her say, “Don’t get up.” "Is there honestly nothing that you wouldn't like if I did it to you?" Her disgruntled voice lingered in my ears. "No, there isn't." "Why not?" "Even if you ask why..." "Say something." "...Being told not to work part-time would be troublesome, but that's something to be told, not something done." "Right. Tell me something you'd dislike if it was done to you." Even if she asked, nothing came to mind—not from Miyagi, at least. There were things I'd dislike being done to by others, but nothing I couldn't tolerate from Miyagi. There were certainly things I'd prefer not to experience, but even those I could accept. "More importantly, I just want to kiss you properly." As I couldn’t provide an answer satisfying enough for Miyagi, I had no choice but to divert. Of course, I wasn’t lying about wanting to kiss Miyagi. "...If you can’t tell me something you’d dislike being done, then you can do it if tell me something you like or don’t like. If you can’t say any of those, then you can just go to your room now." "It’s not a big deal, is it? I’m not going to say I hate Miyagi’s favorites, and I won't force you to like what you don’t." "That’s not the point." "If it’s not, then what is? What do you want from me, Miyagi?" I didn’t know. Miyagi's questions were far too complex for me. Considering what happened at the zoo, the answer "My likes and dislikes are the same as Miyagi's" wasn’t acceptable. It might be correct from my perspective, but Miyagi would probably not agree, and she’d know if I gave a false answer. Thus, I couldn’t find a suitable answer to give. "I just want you to tell me the truth." "I suppose kissing is what I like." I wanted to kiss. Sharing body heat seemed preferable to exchanging words right now. I felt it would bring me closer to understanding Miyagi. "Sendai-san, you always say things like that." Miyagi's brow furrowed. It seemed a kiss was out of the question, and I lowered my gaze. Something, something, something. I needed an answer that satisfied Miyagi. Glaring at the floor, pressing my temples with frustration, I filled the looming silence with a hesitant murmur. "...Cheesecake." "Cheesecake?" "Yeah. I like cheesecake, so let's have some together." I added nonchalantly and looked up. Whether it was rare or baked cheesecake, I didn’t care. Sharing one with Miyagi seemed like it would create happy moments. "And I'm fond of Miyagi, just like Mike-chan." In terms of people I liked, it was Miyagi. But I lacked the courage to confess words that might cost me everything, so I used Mike-chan as a pretext to convey one percent of my true feelings. "You don’t need to joke like that." I knew it. It had to be this way. I mustn’t make Miyagi leave by confessing my true feelings. "If you’re satisfied, can we kiss?" "Is cheesecake your absolute favorite?" "Absolute favorite? If you put it that way..." I wasn’t sure. It was undeniably something I liked, but I’d never assigned it a rank. More importantly, I wanted to know what Miyagi’s top choice was, though I understood now wasn’t the time to ask. "The question wasn't about my absolute favorite, just about things I like or dislike, right? Isn’t whether it’s the top priority less important?" There was no need to force a ranking. Putting the derailed conversation back on track, I prepared to stand for our agreed reward of a kiss when Miyagi muttered softly. "...Sendai-san, my lip balm..." "Is it coming off?" "Not that. My lip balm is completely gone." With her usual disgruntled expression, she softly kicked my leg. The atmosphere hadn’t exactly changed, but I was relieved that the side of Miyagi who had interrogated me like a detective on a TV drama had temporarily vanished. "In that case, I’ll choose one for you, so let's go buy it." I smiled brightly to keep the difficult Miyagi from reemerging. "I didn’t ask for that. Just go buy it. I’ll give you the money." "Let’s go together." "Just pick one you like, and get it for me." "Would you like the same one as before?" Standing up, I reached for Miyagi. I brushed my fingers over her bare lips and kissed her cheek. Caressing her plumeria earring, I touched the corner of her mouth with my lips. Gently overlapping our lips, I transferred my warmth. I wished to color Miyagi’s lips with my hue rather than lip balm. I wanted to merge my identity with the things I loved. But Miyagi wouldn’t allow a lingering kiss. She soon pushed my shoulder with a displeased remark. "We’re talking about lip balm, right? Whether it’s the same as last time or different, just buy it." "How about using the same one I’m using?" "Anything but what Sendai-san is using." She spoke in a low voice and pushed me away. Although Miyagi's response was dull, if she had asked me to buy the same one, I’d have questioned her sanity, so a boring answer was just right. "Got it. Is it okay if I pick one I like?" "Yeah, it's fine." "Then I'll choose something cute for you." "Do you have a favorite lip balm?" Typically, Miyagi would probably grumble about not wanting something cute, but with a detached voice, she watched me intently. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." "I have a favorite lip balm. I think it's fun to choose one for someone." As I reached for Miyagi's lips, she swatted my hand away with the back of hers.