320 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 320 A soft, lingering kiss is placed on the nape of my neck, just light enough to not leave a mark. The front of my blouse, unbuttoned, opens slightly as Miyagi gently traces her hand across my collarbone. On the day we went to the aquarium, Miyagi, who was no longer my roommate, did something like this. Just like then, I can't keep up with my emotions. Her lips part, and she places a tender kiss on my earlobe. Miyagi's hands slide up my camisole and caress my sides. It feels both ticklish and pleasant. "Miyagi." When I softly call her name, she lightly grazes her teeth against my neck. Not painfully, but gentle. Just strong enough not to leave a mark. Whether she was my roommate or not, the comfort of her touch hasn't changed. Yet I don't want to go back to just being roommates. When Miyagi asked me about what I held dear, I answered that it was "this place." Since then, this house has become precious to me in her mind, and a place I return to, and we have become "the people living in something important." While it might seem lacking, this kind of relationship where I'm "someone living in something important" to Miyagi pleases me. Her lips trail down my neck, as if confirming my existence. Her tongue presses against my skin, leaving deliberate traces. What should I do? Today is different from the day we went to the aquarium when Miyagi thought it was fun and wanted to touch me. Her day doesn't seem as joyful today. Though she still desires to touch me, the manner feels different. Continuing like this, I feel like I might blurt out that I love her, swept away by the heat between us. So, before it reaches that point, I want to properly convey the feelings that have long been buried deep in my heart to Miyagi. But today, just like that day, it's not the right time when Miyagi wouldn't run away, and she wouldn't fully understand my feelings. I understand this. If I keep waiting for the right timing, I might never express my feelings to Miyagi in my lifetime. Nevertheless, I find myself torn between wanting to say it and not. "Miyagi..." I want to continue with "I love you," but Miyagi interrupts my timing. "Sendai-san, be quiet." She whispers softly in my ear and bites gently at my neck once more. I can't imagine she would return my love right now, even if I confessed. Even though Miyagi has shown more signs of interest in me lately, I can't imagine my feelings being reciprocated. Miyagi easily cuts ties. She used to define our bond with a 5000-yen rule, and as university students, even now without the money, she still wants to end it with graduation. The time limit remains set at graduation. Even though we're no longer roommates, it didn't get revoked. Our connection has deepened compared to the past, but for Miyagi, it's likely deep enough to bury my feelings completely. "How long should I stay silent?" Caught in indecision about whether to voice the feelings buried deep inside, I ask her. I don't want to risk bringing our graduation deadline any closer. "Until I say it's okay." With unreasonable words, she presses the hand on my side more firmly. The places she touches burn with heat, melting away my constraints. She pushes my shoulder, making my body tilt. I'm tempted to go wherever this takes me, but stubbornly, my mouth moves on its own. “What about the order?” It's a delaying tactic, offering no clarity for my indecisive heart. “…Order? What order?” “I want to touch you, too, Miyagi. If we're going by order, isn't it my turn today?” The first time, I was the one who touched Miyagi. The next time, she touched me. Following that order, we took turns, and the last time we were together this way, she made the move. "I don't think things like this follow an order. We changed the date like Sendai-san said the other day. Isn't that enough?" Miyagi says, sounding a bit annoyed. "Order or not, I want to touch you." This is the truth, but there's more unsaid. Rather than arranging my emotions and timing my confession, what I truly desire is to touch and be touched by Miyagi. “No. I’ll do it.” She presses on my shoulder with more force, and despite mentioning turn order, I'm not committed to the idea, nor do I want to reject Miyagi. My body edges closer to the floor. “Wait a moment.” I try to hold back my weakening rationality with words, halting Miyagi's actions. “Miyagi. I haven’t said it’s okay yet.” “…Do you not want to?” The previously assertive Miyagi now sounds more clingy. I look at her intently. Her eyes are like that of an abandoned cat, leaving me only able to mutter, "It's not that I don't want to." "Then, Sendai-san, you can't talk anymore." The stray cat dictates. “Why?” “It's a penalty game for lying about Mio-san.” “A lie?” “When we were at the aquarium, I mentioned how close you and Mio-san seemed, and you said it was ‘normal’. That was a lie.” Indeed, I did say that there. But that was the truth; it wasn't something Miyagi should call a lie. “It's not a lie. The way things are with Mio is ‘normal’.” “I don’t think so. You enjoy picking out clothes, you like your tutoring job, and you said you like cheesecake. You also like the color blue and calico cats… Though, I’m not sure if you really like all that as much as you said. However, with Mio-san, you’re clearly close. I don't think that's a mistake.” In a rare moment of speech, Miyagi grips my blouse tightly. She exhales softly and looks at me with eyes filled with determined resolve. “So, penalty game. Sendai-san, just be silent for now.” If Miyagi tells me to be silent, I will be. If she wants to keep going, then so be it. I long to touch Miyagi, and I find it pleasurable. I enjoy being touched by her as well, and I find that pleasurable too. As long as I can be closer to her than usual, either is fine. Still, I can't accept the accusation of lying. “What makes you think Mio and I are close, Miyagi?” “You really don’t know?” “I don’t.” “When you were in high school, you pretended to enjoy reading magazines and laughing along with Ibaraki-san, remember?... But with Mio-san, you don’t pretend much.” Miyagi speaks with dissatisfaction, adding quietly, "That kind of thing pisses me off." “So, you're saying I should pretend with Mio?” “You’re not getting it, Sendai-san. As much as I don't like it, just stay like you were with Mio-san. I wanted to get along with your real friends, but after seeing Mio-san today, I know it’s impossible.” Her fist gripping the hem of my blouse presses tightly against my stomach. Not too strong, but enough force to convey her frustration. I grab her hand in response. “You don’t have to be friends with Mio, Miyagi.” “Sendai-san, you should stay friends with Mio-san.” Our conversation seems to miss each other’s points. In the past, we often found our conversations mismatched, but today it seemed more pronounced. Likely because Miyagi had no intention of aligning with me, and I wasn't inclined to yield, either. "Even if Miyagi doesn't like it?" I tightened my grip on her hand. Giving her hand a firm squeeze, I leaned in to kiss her cheek. Yet, something about it didn't sit well with Miyagi, and she peeled my hand away. "Even if I don't like it, you should stay close with her. As much as it annoys and angers me that you're close with Mio-san, I think it's good for you. I think having such relationships is important for you. Also, if you discover things you like or dislike more than what you mentioned earlier, tell me. You belong to me, so you should report everything." "…So I should maintain a friendship with Mio and share anything new I like and dislike?" "Yes. Behave like a proper human. That way, I'll believe in you more. But because it annoys me, show me the Sendai-san that's ‘just for me.’” Miyagi spoke as if I were something less than human right now. However, the fact that she wants to trust me makes me happy. Although it proves I haven't fully earned her trust, knowing what I need to do to gain it isn't entirely bad. If I try to gain her trust, it will annoy Miyagi, which is a big problem, and I'm not happy with this turn of events, but there is only one answer I can choose in this situation. "...Alright." Upon my reply, Miyagi's hand moved to my blouse, undressing me as if she'd been waiting for my words. "I'll do what you said, Miyagi. But can we move to the bed? It's uncomfortable here." "Okay." Miyagi answered softly, standing to move the penguin from the bed to the floor. Lifting the blanket, she sat on the bed with a small thud. As I tried to approach the bed, she complained, "Not until you finish undressing, Sendai-san." "I'm already out of the blouse." "You still have other things to take off." Miyagi was always like this—eager to undress me. I've known this for a long time, and there's no reason to hesitate now. Many times before, I've undressed before her. Thus, I follow her direction today as well. Peeling off the camisole. Unzipping the skirt. With my heart thumping noisily, I let the clothing drop to the floor without folding. I know Miyagi won't be satisfied if only a part of what covers me is removed. "Your underwear too." Her predictable request came. "…I'm embarrassed." "I know, Sendai-san, you're blushing." The lights were still on. I could see Miyagi's face clearly. Which meant Miyagi could see mine as well, and I knew she wasn't lying. Feeling the heat on my cheeks, it would be strange if they weren't red. Since our new relationship began, Miyagi has been close, and in such moments, maintaining my composure was impossible. Of course, it was never comfortable before, but today my heart raced as if trying to break free from my chest. "Hurry up, Sendai-san." She naturally commanded, and I sat on the edge of the bed. "If you want me to undress, you take it off, Miyagi." I didn't trust myself to move correctly, and if I must undress, I'd rather it be Miyagi doing it. Miyagi makes the bed creak as she closes the gap. She circles her arms around me, unhooks my bra with quiet ease, and lets the fabric covering my chest slide onto the bed. No matter how often it happened, being the only one undressed was unsettling. "What about you, Miyagi?" "I'm staying dressed." "The lights?" "If I turned them off, I wouldn't see the expressions you only show to me, so no." Despite her words, Miyagi's gaze wasn't on my face but on my now exposed chest. Although I felt it was improper to gaze so intently, Miyagi had no reservations. "Pervert." Though the penalty game meant staying silent, I couldn't help but speak out given her gaze. Adding to the grievance, I push her shoulder, prompting her hand to touch my neck. "…And make the sounds you don't make for anyone else." She traces her fingers along my throat slowly. "Even though I'm not supposed to speak?" "You can make those kinds of sounds." "…Miyagi, you're such a pervert." "It's that kind of penalty game." "That's fine. But in exchange, just for now, call me Hazuki, will you?" "If I feel like it." "Miyagi, you're really unfair." But her unfairness is why I can accept her. I've longed to do these things with Miyagi. I wanted to touch and be touched by her. I was waiting for the day when either became possible. If she hadn't been so forceful today, I don't think it would have turned out like this. "…I'll be quiet, so just do it." I whisper, pulling Miyagi's arm and we lie down in the bed where I've had so many dreams about her. I realize I am unfair, too. Relying on the penalty game, I can stay silent without having to organize and confess my feelings. I also avoid needing to ask what transpired with Noto-senpai at Utsunomiya's part-time job. By swallowing my words, I cling to something non-friend-like with Miyagi, something only shared between us. I know it's a convenient interpretation. For now, I want to be swept away by Miyagi. "Sendai-san." Although I asked to be called Hazuki, Miyagi doesn't, and she leans over and kisses me. Tracing my lips, my neck, my collarbone. Delicate, light kisses, interspersed with gentle bites. Over and over and over again. Today's stray cat Miyagi behaves quite well. Besides the occasional finger brushing my face, she sticks to kisses and gentle bites. This is troublesome. Though I don't dislike kisses, it's not all I want. I thread my fingers through her dark hair and gently tug, prompting a delicate bite on my neck. However, it isn't forceful enough to leave a mark. Given Mio’s discussion about kiss marks, perhaps she's mindful, but Miyagi not declaring ownership in such a situation leaves me wanting more. "Miyagi." I mutter softly while stroking her black hair. Even though I've accepted the penalty game, I haven't sworn it under the earrings, so I permit myself this little speech. Miyagi's hands caress my sides. She has no complaints about me opening my mouth. Her lips slide down from my neck, pressing firmly over my heart, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. About three, perhaps. Marked by Miyagi, her hands are placed on my chest. My body flinches involuntarily, and I unconsciously grab her shoulders. I let out a small sigh at my body reacting so dramatically to just a touch, and Miyagi looks up. Our eyes locked. I release her shoulders and she shifts to straddle my waist. Her hands reach out to my chest, gently caressing. She's wearing the cute clothes I picked for her. When I grab the hem of her shirt, her hands press harder against my chest, making me shudder. It's not a big deal, but being observed by Miyagi makes my body overreact. It's not much fun. I try to hide my face, wanting to avoid her eyes, but she grabs my arm. "Sendai-san, don't hide your face." "I can't." "Show me." Miyagi insisted, meeting my eyes. Embarrassment, awkwardness—all those feelings are ignored as she continues to stare, leaving me nowhere to hide. My body feels hot, as if overcome by a fever. Her hands slide across my chest. Her fingertips stop at its center. As she caresses the obvious sensitive spots, a moan almost escapes my lips, and I bite them to hold back. Miyagi's gaze is still locked with mine. She had claimed to want to see expressions I never showed to others, yet observing this way felt different, like she was studying me rather than just looking. "…Stop watching." Although there was nothing I didn't want her to see, I felt uneasy being observed while she touched me. It made me want to hide my reactions to her hands and gaze. "No." She firmly refused, moving her hands with intent. She brushes along my side, as if confirming the bones beneath, and moves to my shoulder. "Tell me where it feels good, Sendai-san." With her hand trailing behind my ear, Miyagi teasingly requested. "Wasn't I supposed to be silent?" "Answer my questions." "You're such a pervert. So selfish." "Where does it feel good? Tell me." Miyagi watches attentively, clearly not planning to take silence as an option, but it was too bright in the room to answer. The light from the ceiling reveals my rationality, holding my words in check. "How about here?" Without breaking her gaze, she traces a finger along my collarbone. When I stay silent, she slides her fingers down to my chest, asking again, "How about here?" "…Come closer, and I'll answer." Miyagi stayed persistent, erasing any real choice of remaining silent. If I were to speak, I at least wanted something in return. I could tolerate the lights being on, and tolerate being watched, but her body heat felt too distant. At moments like this, we should be close enough to share each other's warmth. I tug on Miyagi’s arm. The ceiling that occupied most of my vision vanishes, and her face comes close. Wrapping my arms around her back, I caught her. I bite into her neck, and when she calls me "Sendai-san", like magic, the words caught in my throat slip free. "Everywhere you touch feels good." "That doesn't help. Tell me one by one... How's this?" Miyagi says something cruel, trailing her teeth along my ear. "…It feels good." "And here?" Her fingers slide over my collarbone, lips pressing down. Her tongue traces the path her fingers took, and her lips press tightly against me. "It feels good." I softly respond, and she marks her territory over my heart. Then she pulls away and sucks on the center of my chest. "Mm..." A sound escapes before I could stop it. Miyagi doesn't raise her head. Instead, she places her teeth on the spot where her lips had been pressed. "I didn't say you could do that." Her tongue repeatedly flicks over the hardened part of my chest, as if licking away my reason, and I reflexively press against Miyagi's forehead. "Doesn't it feel good?" Her fingers retrace the path her lips had followed. "You... shouldn't need me to say it." "Say it." Ordered in a brief but firm tone, I respond, "It feels good." Her lips move to my ribcage. Sucking to leave another faint mark. Nibbling at my side. And once more her tongue explores my chest. All while she continues to ask if it feels good. Everywhere and anywhere, yes, it feels good. Repeating my answers, Miyagi continues marking me, shallow breaths making my replies hoarse and broken. I let out a voice that I wouldn't want anyone else to hear. My heart races, leaving me behind—suffocating, I cling to Miyagi. It feels good when her fingers crawl over my body. It feels good when her tongue presses against me. Her body temperature feels good. Miyagi's heat seeps into my core. "More, Shiori." As I attempted to call her name, she bites deeply into my shoulder. No complaints greeted her. Miyagi's hand slides over my waist, then move between my legs. Her fingers enter beneath my underwear, peeling away fabric that stuck to my body, reaching a place I allowed no one else to touch. Yet her fingers pause, unmoving. "…Are you okay?" Instead of repeating her earlier question, she asks something different. Likely related to where she's touching, causing it to be anything but okay. "Keep going." I pull Miyagi into an embrace. —Because it's not okay, I want her to continue. "Okay." She murmurs softly, her fingers pressing in. My voice comes out louder than usual and I bite Miyagi's ear. Her fingers dance leisurely, the heat from Miyagi and I mingling into a molten mess that spills out. Her slow movements caress a place only Miyagi knows, and her exhaled breath is hot. "Sendai-san, I want to hear your voice." Her words unsteadies my already erratic breathing, and I bite my lips. I don't want to be heard. The sound emerging from me seems foreign, urging me to bite my lips forever. "Sendai-san." Coaxed pleadingly, I call out, "Shiori." The feverish voice seems unbearable, and I nearly cover her ears. Still, she calls me again with that needy tone, "Sendai-san." "…Call me Hazuki." Miyagi's fingers move smoothly, rubbing hard against me. But still, no sound came forth. "Shiori." A soft whisper. Miyagi remains silent. So once more, "Shiori." "…Hazuki." It's a name that all my friends call me naturally. But from Miyagi's lips, it sounds different. The name she calls me when we're doing something we don't do with anyone else is burned into my mind. "Hazuki, does it feel good?" She asks in a voice that sounds like she'll be anxious if I don't say it out loud, and I answer, "It feels good." "Hazuki." The stray cat whispers, nuzzling against me. Again and again. The name, which means August, is engraved deep inside me every time Miyagi calls me, becoming indelible. The name engraved on me belongs only to Miyagi, and no one else. It is written in Miyagi's voice, and leaves a clear mark that will remain forever. This is the act of imbuing the name with a special significance. I will continue to be held captive by Miyagi, who calls me by a name that represents me in a way that no one else can. "Hazuki." A mark that no one can erase, that I don't want to let anyone erase, is engraved on me. Every time she calls me by that name, a messy release overflows, staining Miyagi. It clings to her so much that Miyagi and I mix together and become inseparable. "Shiori, more." The "Hazuki" called by friends isn't necessary. But I will yearn for the "Hazuki" called by Miyagi forever. While it isn't as though I don't need friends, for now, Miyagi alone is enough. In the past, I had many people I could call friends, but they were just a means to navigate social settings smoothly and to live an appropriately enjoyable life. That had been enough, until Miyagi changed me. If Miyagi wishes for me to be "someone who makes friends," then I will strive to become that. So, I want more— "Call me Hazuki." I bite gently on Miyagi's ear. "Hazuki." "More." "Hazuki." With each call of my name, Miyagi's voice draws out the rational part of me hidden deep within, shattering it into pieces. The number of times my name was spoken equaled the extent of my rationality slipping away, until all of me began reaching for Miyagi. Eyes, ears, arms, hands, and voice. I wrap Miyagi in a sticky embrace of longing. I want to soil Miyagi more. I want to make Miyagi even more mine. To convey just how deeply I love her—even though she might not believe it—I want to express it. Though I lacked the courage now, someday, somewhere, I want to say "I love you" until she becomes sick of it. "Hazuki." Her fingers pressed firmly, increasing in pace. My heat clung to Miyagi, threatening to dissolve her. "…Shiori. I love that voice." Even though I'm not able to speak freely, I voice a small part of my feelings, adding words to disguise the feelings I conveyed. "So, call me more." "Hazuki." Although her touch hasn't lasted very long, the desire to touch and be touched by Miyagi has lingered within me for so long that my body is rising impatiently. The dirtier Miyagi became, the more unbearable it felt. I couldn't tell if I was inhaling or exhaling. Short of breath, I call out for Miyagi. Shiori, Shiori, Shiori. On the brink of losing consciousness, I dug my nails into her back. Despite that, the vivid heat from our contact is undeniable, and it's as if Miyagi is melting into me, her outline dissolving within. Hot, suffocating, and burning. Everything wraps around me as one. "Hazuki." She whispers in my ear as if clinging to me, flooding me with pleasure, painting my vision white as I bite into Miyagi. My strength is drained. My breathing doesn't immediately steady. My vision remains blurry. Clothes lay discarded. I reach out to Miyagi, lying beside me, and caress her cheek. Meeting her gaze, she watches me steadily. "You can do more if you want." In a hoarse voice, I offer, and she replies, "That's enough." "Is it okay if I touch you?" "…Next time." The unexpected response almost led me to ask "Eh?" again, but I swallow the words. Asking again would render her previous words void. Pushing for the promise would make her flee. In this place important to me, where Miyagi lives. Today doesn't have to be the day for doing things we couldn't do with anyone else. Whether it's ten days later or a month from now, it's fine. What's important is that a "next time" does come. But even after "next time," I want to remain with Miyagi. "So, can you grant me a request right now?" "A request?" "Yes." "What is it?" "I want you to stay here, Shiori." "What do you mean by—" I grab Miyagi's hand just as she was about to object. "This is a small request. Stay here a while longer." Miyagi doesn't pull away. So I kiss Miyagi's fingertips, which were stained with me.