250 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 250 The cake is delicious. Sendai-san seems to be savoring it as well. Asakura-san’s and Komatsu-san’s recommendations were spot on. The reviews were accurate, and going out of our way to buy it was worth it. “Do you want a bite?” Sendai-san, sitting opposite me, asks while slicing her rare cheesecake with a fork. “We’re eating the same thing, so I’m good.” “You’ve been staring over here, so I thought you wanted some.” “It just looks that way because you’re right in front of me.” When eating cake in the shared space, there's not much to look at except the cake or the person sitting across. There's nothing else to see. I take a bite of my rare cheesecake and sip my tea. Sendai-san's tea is always delicious. The sweet cake pairs perfectly with the unsweetened tea, allowing me to keep eating even though we just had dinner. The refreshing tea accentuates the cheesecake's sweetness and subtle tang. When I glance at Sendai-san, two-thirds of her cheesecake has vanished. "This cake is really good. Let’s eat together again sometime. If there’s any cake you want, just let me know and I’ll get it for you." With that, she takes a big bite of her cheesecake. “Were the cheesecake and shortcake good, Sendai-san?” I respond to her question with another question. “I like both, so yeah, the cheesecake and shortcake were good.” “But there was also Mont Blanc.” “Do you like Mont Blanc, Miyagi?” “Not particularly.” “If you liked Mont Blanc, I thought I’d buy it for you, but since you don’t, let’s choose another cake. Like I asked earlier, what would you like?” “Something other than cheesecake and shortcake.” “Got it. I’ll find something that looks delicious.” Sendai-san smiles warmly and finishes off the remaining cheesecake. After eating half of her shortcake, she looks up. “Miyagi, do you already have an order planned?” “Why?” “You seemed to have said it on a whim.” “It’s not a whim.” Though her assumption isn’t wrong, I deny it for now. I eat my cheesecake and glance at Sendai-san. I must give an order. Yet, I haven’t decided on what to order. If I’m going to issue an order, I want it to be something she might dislike or find challenging, but finding such an order isn’t easy. Sendai-san doesn’t mind if her chest is touched. I’ve tried it multiple times and know this. No matter which part I touch, she likely wouldn’t mind, nor would she resist if I ordered her to let me leave a mark anywhere visible. Finding something she would dislike or find uncomfortable is very challenging. Even so, there is one thing she might dislike. But it’s not a very good order—it’s something better left unsaid. I sip my tea and finish off the rest of my cheesecake. After taking a bite of the shortcake, I ask Sendai-san a question. “What’s your favorite color?” “My favorite color?” “Yes.” I’m hesitating whether to voice the order lurking in my mind. Thus, I make a small wager. If Sendai-san gives me an answer I find satisfactory, I’ll switch to a more banal order and let it end there. “Well…” Sendai-san quietly speaks, looking at me. Then, she takes a sip of tea, placing it slowly back on the table. “Blue, perhaps.” Her voice sounds emotionless to me, yet perhaps it’s just my perception. The scarf she gave me was blue. I could reason that she bought a blue scarf because it’s her favorite color to gift to me. “Is it really your favorite?” “Yes, it is. Since I got these earrings, I’ve started to think blue is nice.” Touching the blue earrings I gave her, she tacked on this explanation like an excuse, which significantly lowers the credibility of her claim that blue is her favorite color. “What was your favorite color before blue?” “Hmm, red or yellow?” “That’s just a traffic light.” Hearing that, the option of switching to a safe order disappears. It's not my fault—it's because she didn't give serious answers. I finish the cake on my plate and drink up the rest of the tea. “Sendai-san, leave the cleaning for later and go to your room.” She has no more cake on her plate, and her mug is empty. “Is that the order?” “I’ll give the order once we’re in your room.” “Alright.” We leave the table with the plates and mugs on it and head to Sendai-san’s room. “Sit on the bed.” I instruct her, and she obediently complies in the room with the air conditioner on. “I'm seated. What’s next?” Sitting on the bed, she looks up at me as I stand up. In the still-cold room, I bite my lip. An excessive order. The order I'm about to give fits that description, and though I think it would be better to return to my own room without saying it, I can’t back out now. It’s all Sendai-san’s fault. “…Show me what it's like when you’re doing it alone.” “What do you mean by ‘doing it alone’?” Sendai-san speaks in a voice neither soft nor loud. But I remember. It feels better than doing it by myself. When I touched her, she once said something along those lines. I asked if she’d done it herself since then and what she thought about while doing it. So, she should know exactly what I mean by my order. “Drop the act.” “What act?” “Pretending not to understand.” “…You know, Miyagi, you call me an erotic demon, but you’re the real erotic demon here.” She says resignedly, giving my leg a small kick. “And what if I am? Just follow the order.” The order is my right, and Sendai-san must follow it. It’s part of the deal, so I assertively remind her. “Miyagi.” Sendai-san softly calls my name and stands up. She lightly pulls on my earlobe and then kisses the earring. “I’ll keep my promise, so take responsibility for what you’re ordering. Tell me what you want me to do and where.” It’s always like this. Sendai-san throws everything back to me, making me decide. Because of this, I end up feeling like I’m being ordered, even though I’m the one giving orders. “…Then, do it on the bed.” Though it frustrates me, I won’t abandon the order and designate the location as instructed. “Should I just sit and do it? What about the clothes? Should they stay on, or should I take them off?” Bombarded with questions, I tightly clench my hands into fists. “Do it like you usually do.” “I don’t remember—Miyagi, give me instructions.” “That's a lie. Of course, you remember.” “Even if you say that, I truly don’t remember. So, just tell me what to do. How should I do it on the bed?” “…Do I have to dictate every little thing?” “I already told you earlier. You need to take responsibility and tell me what to do. I’ll do exactly as you say, so order me.” I let out a small sigh before pulling back the sheets and blanket on the bed. "Lie down here and do it. You don’t have to take your clothes off." "And the lights?" "Keep them on." "You're such a perv, Miyagi." "You're the one who said to give directions, Sendai-san." "True, but now it seems like you really want to watch." In a lighthearted tone, Sendai-san remarks and sits on the bed. Then she looks up at me and asks, "...Are you really keeping the lights on for this?" "If it bothers you, cover yourself with the blanket." "But then you won't be able to see, is that okay?" "Sendai-san, do you want to show me or not? Which is it?" "It’s not something you usually show others... Honestly, it’s embarrassing, and I’d rather not do it." "Then why are you doing it?" "...Because it was your order, Miyagi." Sendai-san doesn’t refuse. I knew that when I issued the order. She’d do things others wouldn’t, even follow orders she’d find undesirable. Like back in high school, she'd follow orders without showing displeasure. I don’t wish to return to those days, though. I want to see Sendai-san who obeys me, yet I also want to see the authentic Sendai-san who doesn’t. Nothing goes smoothly when it comes to her, as I'm tangled in conflicting feelings. I can never stop myself from saying or doing trivial things. "Hey Miyagi, I’ll do it properly, so give me a kiss." Her words raise my temperature. The not-yet-warm room feels unbearably hot, and I let out a thin breath. Sendai-san pulls my hand, almost enticingly. And so, I can't control myself. I lean in closer to her sitting on the bed. After gently kissing her lips, I slowly pull away, only to have my hand firmly tugged. Her lips, which I'd just kissed, then touch my fingertips, pressing softly. "With both of us here, wouldn’t it be better to do it together?—Miyagi, you do it." She speaks quietly, pressing a kiss on my fingertips again. Her tongue lightly flicks out, gliding over the top of my knuckle towards the back of my hand. The warmth from her touch with her lips and tongue sends a shiver down my spine. "...Miyagi, use this hand to touch me. Or let me touch you." I hear her soft voice, followed by another kiss on my hand. When I lightly tug on her hair, her lips break away, biting my fingertip with the same force I used to pull. "That's enough." I pull my fingers from her mouth, pushing a penguin toy that was sprawled on the bed into her arms. "But I haven’t done anything yet." Holding the penguin, Sendai-san speaks in a serious tone. "I know, but that’s enough." "Really, are you sure? What about the order to do it alone?" "We’re done here." "—Then how about doing it together?" Sendai-san pulls at my hand once more. "...No." I push her away as she attempts to kiss my fingertips again and sit on the floor. Grabbing a tissue from the platypus’s back, I wipe my damp hands.