Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 133: I dont want Sendai-san to see this — 133

Chapter 133: I don't want Sendai-san to see this — 133

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

Nothing has changed for Sendai-san.

The day after we kissed, this morning, and after lunch, she had the same face and spoke in the same voice as before we kissed.

Of course I am no different.

It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve done what I’ve done so many times before.

There has never been anything that Sendai-san has done to me that I didn’t like by any means, and this was not something I didn’t like either. I didn’t stop her either, so there was no need for even a punishment.

However, I have a complaint about Sendai-san’s unchanged attitude after she broke her promise.

It was Sendai-san who suggested we become roommates.

We have an appointment to watch a movie together, but I’m nervous that she will break her promise to “do nothing” again.

I put my hands over my ears.

I touch the piercing with my fingertips.

I can have this little ornament swear not to break her promise. But I don’t want to show my ears too much.

I put a mirror on the table and put my hair over your ears.

I look at the piercing in the small stand mirror.

It takes about a month for the piercing hole to stabilize.

I can’t remove it.

I don’t want to change to a new pair of earrings too soon, but these earrings are bothering me because Sendai-san has been saying strange things about how they look good on me and how cute they are. I will want to keep it hidden from her eyes.

Sendai-san always says only unnecessary things.

I put my hair back over my ears and look at my watch.

The appointed time is approaching.

As I try to put the mirror away, I look at my lips.

I remember how hot Sendai-san’s hand was the day before yesterday when she touched my cheek. Her eyes, which did not close easily, were very serious, and her lips, which were soft to the touch, appeared from the depths of my memory.

I stroke my lips with my fingertips.

I have touched my lips like this not long ago.

I wiped Sendai-san’s lips, who said she would do my makeup for me, and after all, I looked in the mirror like I did today——

My gaze is fixed on the mirror in front of me, and I involuntarily cover the mirror with my hand when I find myself touching my lips with my fingertips in it.

?Ah!?

I regret the coldness I feel through my skin. In a panic, I removed my hand from the mirror and finds it covered in sticky fingerprints.

?Ah, argh! Everything is Sendai-san’s fault!?

I get up and leave the room.

I stand in front of Sendai-san’s room and breathe in and out. With two taps on the door and a voice from inside says,?Come in.?I breathed in and out again, then opened the door.

?You came all right.?

Sendai-san, with her back against the bed, says in a surprising voice.

?I’ll go back to my room if you don’t want me to come.?

I know her words don’t mean “don’t come,” but as I turn my back to her, I hear her voice before I close the door.

?Head in.?

Turning around at the unusually gentle voice, I saw Sendai-san stand up and her fluffy, light-colored skirt swayed.

She has been wearing skirts a lot lately. It reminds me of Sendai-san when we were in high school, although it is different from the skirt of her school uniform.

I still love my denim shorts, but Sendai-san has only told me once since I got here that I should wear a skirt, and she hasn’t uttered the same words since. She just says words on a whim that I always have trouble dealing with.

?Because I didn’t think you would come… You wouldn’t leave for that much and come to my room, would you??

With a question that makes no sense, Sendai-san grabs my arm. She then pulls me into the room.

?What do you mean I won’t leave??

?If you don’t know, that’s okay.?

Vaguely, Sendai-san laughs.

I was curious as to what her intention was in asking the question, and was about to ask it again, but as if to deprive me of my words, Sendai-san said,?It’s okay, I like Miyagi’s favorite movies.?Then she hands me a tablet saying,?Here you go.?I have no choice but to sit down next to her.

It’s tingling on one side of my body.

It is as if electricity is flowing in my shoulder and arm near Sendai-san, and it is unsettling. Only one side is so sensitive that I can almost feel the blood flow, and it leaves me a little.

?If you touch me, you’ll be punished.?

I place a tissue with a platypus cover between me and Sendai-san. As I looked down at my tablet to decide what movie I was going to watch, I heard an unnaturally cheerful voice next to me.

?Maybe Miyagi’s idea of punishment isn’t punishment.?

?What’s that supposed to mean??

I look up from the tablet and see Sendai-san.

?A little warning. I was just wondering if the punishments might be fun for me.?

?I’m not going to make something fun for Sendai-san into a punishment game.?

?You mean punishing me for not having fun??

?Isn’t that obvious??

When assured, Sendai-san patted the platypus on the head.

?Maybe what Miyagi thinks is not fun and what I think is not fun are two different things.?

Is it to avoid punishment?

Or is it something that has a different meaning? I don’t know, but if what I consider not fun is fun for Sendai-san, that’s a problem.

Until now, Sendai-san has followed orders that she would normally refuse. She didn’t refuse when I asked her to lick my feet or when I blindfolded her. No wonder they really believe that punishment is a fun thing to do.

?Sendai-san’s a pervert.?

?I haven’t said or done anything that would make you say I’m a pervert.?

?You’re definitely thinking something weird. Oh, it’s something erotic, right??

She’s the kind of person who suddenly wants to kiss me and when I turn her down, but then she kisses me that night. It is not surprising that she would be thinking about something more than that.

?I’m not thinking of anything erotic.?

Sendai-san chuckles deliberately.

If I could peek inside her head, I would.

I don’t trust her when she says while smiling and not thinking weird things.

?It’s absolutely not true. Sendai-san, you are an erotic demon!?

?Stop that, will you? It’s like all I think about are erotic things. Also, Miyagi who says that I must be thinking about suggestive things is more erotic. If you didn’t think about that, you wouldn’t have come up with that erotic line.?

?Because I don’t think about it. Sendai-san’s a pervert, a lecher.?

I put the tablet on the floor and grab the platypus’ body instead. I then tap Sendai-san’s arm with a fair amount of force. Sendai-san giggles as the platypus hits her body twice.

?Sorry. It’s all just a joke. Pick the movie, please.?

“Here you go,” she says, handing me the tablet again.

I glanced at Sendai-san and then looked at the movie titles displayed on the screen.

The other day, Sendai-san got into trouble by choosing a movie that she would get bored with halfway through. So today I want to choose something that she will maturely watch until the end. But I don’t want to watch a horror film that Sendai-san would enjoy.

Several movies come to mind.

I mention the title of one of these animated films, which has been broadcast many times on TV in the past and is a favorite of both adults and children. Then I asked,?Have you ever seen it??

?I don’t, but I’m sure Miyagi have seen it.?

?I have, because it’s my favorite movie.?

I find the movie I was looking for and play it.

Sendai-san next to me is anxious.

My shoulders and arms near her are still tense.

Sendai-san puts the platypus between them on the bed as she did before this.

?You should watch the movie.?

When I said this and moved away from Sendai-san just a little, she came closer to me as I moved away from her. When I slapped Sendai-san’s arm, she replied with a short reply,?I’m watching,?and grabbed my hand.

It’s just a light grip, so it doesn’t hurt, but my arm reacts as if it were crackling with static electricity. When I pulled my hand away, Sendai-san gripped my hand tightly.

?Don’t worry, I’ll watch the movie.?

Sendai-san says things like it is the right thing to do or not.

?If you don’t like it, I’ll let you go.?

A small voice adds.

Well, at least it’s just a hand.

I can forgive her that much.

I didn’t grab her hand back, but I kept her hand in mine and returned my gaze to the tablet.