291 Sendai-san Never Tells the Truth - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Sendai-san Never Tells the Truth Chapter 291 I slowly traced my finger along Sendai-san's lips. They're softer than the hand I was holding. Pressing lightly, her lips part. As I pushed a finger ever so slightly inside, I felt a soft nibble. She desired a kiss, and at this rate, we wouldn't continue watching the movie. There was no reason to hesitate. I pulled my finger back. Though I had no intention of pushing her down, looking into Sendai-san's eyes, I found myself doing just that. Her gaze was fixed directly on me. I felt at ease, yet my heart raced. The day, the moment, the time—what I felt from her gaze varied. Today, my heart was beating a bit faster. I didn’t want to know the reason. Bringing my lips close, I questioned her before they touched. "Sendai-san, you don’t intend to watch the rest of the movie after kissing, do you?" I know how she’ll respond in times like these. There's a rhythm Sendai-san has decided on, and it’s not allowed to change. Every conversation lands in a predetermined place. "That's not true." "It is. You always lie, Sendai-san." "Why don’t you test to see if I'm lying?" Under me, Sendai-san smiled sweetly. That well-known smile I could instantly see was contrived. I didn’t like it. Her words came precisely as I’d predicted, and what I’d do next was exactly as she expected. Knowing that, I didn’t bother to complain. Any effort to steer the conversation in a different direction would be futile. No matter how much I tried to veer off course, the outcome of a kiss would remain the same. Whether she wanted one kiss or two, or more than that. Without asking such things, I pressed my lips against Sendai-san’s. But as I pulled away almost immediately, as if dissatisfied with the less-than-a-second brush, Sendai-san tugged at my arm. "Miyagi." A slightly lower voice called my name. I had complied with the terms of the exchange, so my lips should have been unnecessary. Yet, Sendai-san's lips pressed against mine again, her arms wrapping around my back. As our bodies threatened to come together as our lips did, I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. "You’re lying again. You just said you wouldn’t lie." I brought up what she’d said when we ate mapo tofu together. After tasting the tofu I made, she’d said it was delicious. When I doubted her words, she replied, "I never lie." Sendai-san was always like this. She constantly did things that made me doubt her. "I wasn’t lying," Sendai-san said nonchalantly. "Then watch the rest of the movie." "I didn't get enough kisses." "But you never specified how many kisses, Sendai-san." Sendai-san hadn’t specified a number of kisses, and I hadn’t asked. Knowing this outcome, I accepted her suggested exchange. Sendai-san ought to listen to me, and I didn’t want to comply with her. And still, I sometimes moved as if I were her puppet. As if I actually wanted to kiss Sendai-san over and over. That wasn’t my intention, yet that’s how it might seem, so I lifted myself up and sat on the floor. "...I don’t need to watch the movie anymore." "Are you saying you’d rather kiss more?" Sendai-san spoke the answer she knew to be wrong. "No, I’m going back to my room." If I continued to follow her terms, kisses wouldn’t be enough. Probably, Sendai-san wanted more than just kisses, which is why she proposed such an absurd condition. And, given how things have been between us, I would accept what happens next. "What about the movie?" Sendai-san asked softly as she sat up. "......" This is a short and lackluster break. My close friends are busy with part-time jobs, and I'm the only one with time on my hands. Since I'm not someone who prefers to be alone, there's a gap in my feelings where the thought that maybe it's okay to have something happen with Sendai-san slips in. To have a time where I was the only one touching her, and she was the only one touching me. Perhaps with that time, I wouldn’t have to worry about what Sendai-san was doing at her part-time job. —Is that really the case? I stared intently at Sendai-san, who naturally settled beside me. I accepted her tutoring job, yet along with the term "part-time," an image of students I had never known appeared. It wasn’t amusing. It was dull. It was frustrating. It was such an unpleasant feeling that none of those words quite captured it. Even if Sendai-san belonged to me, it didn’t feel like enough. "Miyagi," she called in a soft voice. Yet, I couldn’t respond. "Let’s just watch the rest of the movie, okay?" As if nothing had happened moments before, the soft voice accompanied moving the tablet from the bed to the table. "...No, I’m going back to my room." "Don’t say that. Watch the rest. If not, we can choose a different movie." "It’s not about that." "Then what is it?" Her hand reached out, tangling in my hair as if it were nothing. She gently tugged, but I grabbed her hand and pinned it to the floor. "What? I’d rather touch you than the floor," she said, peeling her hand from the floor and attempting again to reach for my hair. I slapped her hand away. "...Do you ever touch your students, Sendai-san?" With a voice smaller than I expected, I asked, and a flat response returned. "Do you think there’s any reason to touch students when teaching them?" "I don’t know, but it’s possible." When we were in high school, Sendai-san touched me when we studied. And I touched her, too. "There’s no need to touch anyone to teach them." "...What about from the student’s side?" "Are you referring to Kikyo-chan?" "Or the other one." "There’s no reason for a tutor to be touched by a student..." Her voice, unchanged from when she’d describe the evening menu, trailed off. As the words stopped, I felt uncomfortable and pulled the platypus tissue cover toward me, attempting to draw out a tissue. Sendai-san began to say, "About that," but I kicked her foot to stop her. I didn’t want to be told I was jealous. This wasn’t a feeling of jealousy. I simply didn’t want Sendai-san doing with others what she did with me. It was just that—nothing more, nothing less. I stood up, grabbed the penguin from the bed, and placed it beside Sendai-san. "This can be my substitute. If you have any urges, make do with the penguin." Sendai-san’s presence made me act strangely. I said things I’d never tell Maika and thought things I’d never consider regarding Maika and the others. I understood it was because I categorized Sendai-san differently from Maika and the others. Maika and the others are friends. Sendai-san is— Just as I've tucked Maika and the others away under the label of ‘friends,’ I’ve stored Sendai-san under the label of ‘roommate.’ However, there are times when I don’t want to read the words that categorize Sendai-san. This isn’t good. The current distance between me and Sendai-san is too close. Surely, we need at least the distance of one penguin between us. "...So this is you, Miyagi. Well, it looks just like you—especially with the belly," Sendai-san says, holding the penguin and patting its stomach. "My stomach doesn't stick out that much," I retort, stepping firmly on Sendai-san's foot before moving to sit a little further away from her. "Really? Mind if I check?" Without waiting for my response, she closes the gap and starts to touch my abdomen. "Annoying," I say, slapping her hand away. "It's fine, just a little," she insists. "It's not fine. If you want to touch something, touch the penguin." "So, does that mean I can do whatever I want to Pen-chan?" "…And what are you planning to do?" When I push on Sendai-san's shoulder and look at her, she gives me a suggestive smile. "What do you want me to do?" "That kind of question is sneaky. You're always like this, Sendai-san." "I'm just thinking of doing whatever Miyagi wants me to do. Isn't Pen-chan your substitute?" "Give it back, you’re going to do something weird." "I'm not going to do anything weird," she says with a cheerful smile, then kisses the penguin’s beak, followed by its belly. When her lips touch the short legs, I snatch the penguin away. "You did something weird anyway. You're such a pervert, Sendai-san." Truly, she never does anything decent. I place the penguin back on the bed and glare at Sendai-san. "I don’t think that’s enough to call me a pervert." "You're definitely a pervert." "Miyagi, what about your promise to go see the penguins with this pervert? We still haven’t decided where to go, but are you thinking of not going?" Without reaching out or closing the distance, Sendai-san wraps her arms around her knees. "I'll go," I reply quietly. "Where to?" "I’ll decide." "Miyagi will?" she asks, sounding surprised, while looking at me. "Yes. So stop complaining, Sendai-san. Also, I'm going to watch this movie, so be quiet." After giving a firm reminder to Sendai-san, who only ever does unnecessary things, I pressed play on the tablet.