Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 135: I dont want Sendai-san to see this — 135

Chapter 135: I don't want Sendai-san to see this — 135

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

I didn’t enjoy it.

My hair, which she was supposed to avoid touching as much as possible, was the first thing she touched because it was in the way of putting on my makeup. The hair band that was smilingly taken out of my hair raised my bangs, and my hair was also pulled over my ears, eventually revealing my piercings.

I knew this would happen because I knew that if I was going to wear makeup, my hair would be in the way. I could have refused and left this room, but I didn’t, so I got what I deserved. I know that, but my brow wrinkles.

?I wanted to make you up once.?

I hear a bouncy voice.

Unlike me, Sendai-san seems to be in a much better mood.

?Okay, from the primer.?

A small container is removed from the case and a cream-like substance is placed on the forehead and nose.

Considering that makeup cannot be applied without touching the face, it is only natural, but Sendai-san is close. But our eyes don’t meet. She has a serious look on her face and is spreading the primer she placed on my face.

I am restless.

I close my eyes, not knowing what to do, and just as I’m waiting, the primer is applied around my eyes as well.

?Next, foundation.?

I don’t know why she bothered to explain, but with the declaration, I hear the sound of something being taken out of the case. Then, what may be foundation is applied to my face.

I felt like a piece of drawing paper.

I feel it’s not so different from putting paint on my face, just because it has a fine name like “primer” or “foundation.”

It’s easy for me to say it because I just sit there in silence, but it’s boring because there’s nothing to do. When I tried to speak, Sendai-san told me not to talk, and when I tried to touch her because I was curious about her face, she told me not to touch her.

I feel depressed as I try to do something and was stopped. After a while, Sendai-san’s hand stopped and I opened my eyes.

?Isn’t it okay already??

My eyes meet those of Sendai-san, who is looking at me with a serious face.

?This is just the beginning. What I’ve been doing is only preparation, just the preparation.?

?I’m bored. I just sit still. It’s boring.?

I grab Sendai-san’s hand as she’s about to take something out of the case.

?Have a little more patience.?

?I don’t want to.?

?What do you mean, you don’t want to? Just give me 10 more minutes, and I’ll do your face.?

?Then, 5 minutes.?

Then she takes her hand away, and Sendai-san gives a small groan. Then she would stare at my face, take something out of the case, and tell me to close my eyes or open them. Eventually, after five minutes of eyebrows and eyes being touched, I mouthed the words,?That’s enough,?again.

?Five minutes is just too short to finish.?

Sendai-san says, sounding dissatisfied.

?But you promised me five minutes.?

?Okay, I’ll do your blush and lipstick second. It’ll be done in a minute.?

I didn’t say it was okay, but Sendai-san took what looked like blush and a lipstick from a case and put them on the table.

Arguing will only tire me out, and if I go back to my room now, my face will be turned into drawing paper.

?Promise me you’ll end up with those two.?

I didn’t want her to swear on the pierce, but Sendai-san glanced at my ear and said,?Okay.?Then she picked up the blush and stroked my cheeks with a brush larger than a paintbrush.

What she is doing to me looks like she is painting a new face on my face. It’s a skill that seems to be linked to her grades in art, and I’m not the best at it. My grades in art were not very good.

?The lip, I’m going to apply it directly.?

Sendai-san declares.

But it wasn’t the lip that is touched, but her fingertips, which are placed softly.

From the middle of the lower lip to the edge.

Slowly tracing my lips.

This has happened many times in the past.

Sendai-san never touches my lips for no reason.

My heart felt like it was squeezing and I pushed her arm.

?I’m going to put lipstick on it.?

Without resistance, her fingertips move away and the lip sticks to my lips in place of Sendai-san’s fingers.

My temples twitch on their own.

I don’t like lipsticks very much. I don’t like the sticky feeling and only use it when I have rough lips. I am still in the mood to wipe it off as soon as it is applied. I want to push Sendai-san’s hand, but I hold on to my own hand tightly.

I don’t want my hand to go crazy and get something sticky on it besides my lips.

The lip comes off my lips when my hand starts to ache from gripping it so hard that my fingernails dig into it.

?It’s done. You can take that.?

Sendai-san points to a hair band.

I did as I was told and took it off, holding up my bangs, and she handed me a hand mirror.

?Any thoughts??

I look in the mirror at the prompting.

The reflection is me, but it appears to be someone else who is not me.

I looked at my lips and saw that they were painted the same color as Sendai-san’s.

It doesn’t seem to suit me very well. It’s the same color as Sendai-san’s lips in front of me, yet they look completely different.

I know I should not touch them, but I touch them with my fingertips.

My lips are sticky, unlike usual.

Why is it that when I kiss Sendai-san with lipstick on her lips, it doesn’t bother me so much, but when it is applied to my own lips, they feel unusually sticky?

?Miyagi, any thoughts…??

Prompted, I looked at Sendai-san, not at the mirror.

?…My complexion looks better.?

?It’s not wrong, though. Tell me you’re getting prettier.?

?That just sounds weird.?

?It doesn’t sound weird. I put on makeup to make you pretty, so of course you’re pretty.?

?It doesn’t suit me very well.?

?You’re pretty, I really mean it.?

As I had expected, Sendai-san utters what I can only assume is a teasing remark. If she’s serious, I think she should go to an ophthalmologist. If she don’t need an ophthalmologist, she should just shut up. The extra words are unfamiliar to me, and my back itches when they were said over and over again.

?Do you want me to teach you how to do it so you can do it yourself??

I give the mirror back to Sendai-san.

?It’s fine. I don’t need it.?

?If you don’t want to do it yourself, I can do it for you.?

?You don’t have to. You’ve had enough, no? I’m gonna drop this.?

?Wait a minute. Since I’ve done your makeup, why don’t we go out for dinner now??

?I won’t go. Didn’t I said before the holidays that I wouldn’t go out with Sendai-san. Besides, is this already okay??

I touch Sendai-san’s neck.

The marks I made on her have not yet disappeared.

?…I forgot.?

?It’s still there, but it’s still clear.?

It’s not as clear as it sounds.

If she wanted to hide it, she could. But she don’t want to be told she have to hide it and want to go out, and it’s boring to be hidden. I wish they didn’t disappear after the holidays.

?I guess I’ll stop.?

Sendai-san sighs and leans back on her bed. Sendai-san touches her neck with her hand, though there is no way she can be sure with her fingertips. The visible red mark was hidden by her hand, and I grabbed it.

?What is it??

Sendai-san says, surprised.

?Don’t move.?

?Is it an order??

?No. But I did what Sendai-san said and let you do my makeup, so I should do yours, too.?

I meet eyes with Sendai-san, who is still leaning her back against the bed.

I pull my hand away from her grasp and see a red mark.

Sendai-san does not move.

I touched her lips with my fingertips.

I don’t mind the lipstick as much as my lips. I’ve never felt bad about being kissed before.

I slide my fingertips down and stroke her chin and slide them down to the red marks.

I did not give her any orders, but Sendai-san would not catch my hand. When I put my face to her neck and touched the red mark with my lips, Sendai-san’s throat moved.

?I know the holidays are over already, but…?

?I know.?

That’s why I don’t intend to leave a mark in a prominent place.

I unbutton one button of Sendai-san’s blouse.

I slide my lips down, a little above the collarbone.

I press my lips close to the border between her neck and shoulders and suck hard.

I feel that Sendai-san’s body temperature transmitted through my lips is a little higher than usual.

?Miyagi, the remains of it.?

She taps me on the shoulder and my lips part.

There is a red mark on it, though not as bad as the other day.

But it’s not noticeable, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

My distance with Sendai-san is the closest today.

She smells good.

I don’t think it would smell the same with her shampoo in the bathroom. Even with makeup, I and Sendai-san are completely different. She is more beautiful and smarter than me, and we cannot be the same even if we do the same things.

I sets my teeth against Sendai-san’s neck.

As I exert force, the teeth burrow into the skin.

It’s not like I’m assimilating her, but I feel like I’m getting closer to her. But soon I heard Sendai-san say that it hurts and I stop chewing. I licked the oozy teeth marks and put my lips under her ear, and she grabbed my arm.

?Is this perhaps a punishment game??

Sendai-san says, as if remembering.

?It’s not.?

?Well, what is it then??

This is not an order, nor is it a punishment.

I just want to leave a mark on her forever.

It can be something like a piercing. But Sendai-san won’t allow it, so this is what is happening.

?It doesn’t matter what it is.?

College started and so did her tutoring job.

More and more Sendai-san, whom I did not know, started to appear.

I think it’s okay to have a little bit of me among them.

She should allow a little trace to follow her around.

?It’s not alright to me. Why??

Sendai-san pursues things that she normally would not pursue.

But no matter how many times she asks, I don’t want to talk about the answer.

Because Sendai-san is doing something I don’t know about.

How can I say such a thing? If I answered honestly, I bet she would say that is no reason to put a trace on it.

I press the tip of my tongue so hard against Sendai-san’s body heat and lick her neck. Her body is still hotter than usual.

I put my lips under her ear and suck lightly. I don’t know if I’ve made a mark, but I crawl my tongue up and attach my lips to the earlobe. It feels nice and cool compared to her neck.

?Wait, Miyagi. Any more than this is bad.?

Sendai-san grips my arm tightly in her grasp.

Still licking her earlobe and setting my teeth on it, she put her arms around my back and hugged me.

?I don’t like that kind of thing.?

I press lightly on Sendai-san’s body and hear her voice in my ear.

?You’re going to keep going, aren’t you? Then you should at least accept a little of what I want to do.?

?Let go.?

The arm around my back is strong.

?I won’t do it again, so let me go.?

I pushed hard on Sendai-san’s body, which I had lightly pushed earlier, and she released me from her arms.

?Miyagi, you should stop doing this kind of thing right away.?

Sendai-san looks at me as I stroked a little above her collarbone.

?I don’t want Sendai-san to tell me that.?

I’m not the only one who touches the other person without refusal.

Sendai-san also touches me and even kisses me. Considering that, Sendai-san should not be able to complain about what I did.

?Miyagi.?

Sendai-san calls me and exhales with a gasp.

?What.?

?Would you like to go out for dinner sometime??

I hear words I wasn’t expecting and I can’t help but utter,?It’s okay.?It’s not that I don’t want to go, but it’s no fun if I have to be swept away to get the answer out of them.

?Then, it’s a promise.?

Before I could complain, Sendai-san grabbed my arm. The distance between us quickly closes, and Sendai-san’s lips touch my ear, even though they are on top of my hair.

She kisses me firmly on my piercing.

?Why are you so quick to do that??

?It’s an alternative to finger cutting?

?Just cut off your finger like a normal person.?

?It’s a piercing to remember my promise, and this is as good as it gets. If I don’t swear properly, I might forget my promise.?

Sendai-san says it as a matter of course, and I notice something strange.

?Hold on, isn’t that strange? The piercing was for Sendai-san to remember to keep the promise I made, not for you to keep the promise you started to make.?

?Miyagi, that’s too minor.?

Saying so, Sendai-san fastened the buttons of her blouse that I had undone.