Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 161: Me from Miyagis point of view — 161

Chapter 161: Me from Miyagi's point of view — 161

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

I pick up my mug and look at the contents, which are less than half full.

Miyagi doesn’t come to my room without a reason.

The only reason she is next to me now is because she has to have a cup of tea, and once that business is done, she will go back to her room.

?Miyagi is an animal lover, right??

I leisurely sip my tea and return the mug to the table.

I don’t know how much of Miyagi’s tea is left, but she won’t leave the room until I finish my tea.

?Not that I like them.?

?Is that so? You know a lot about dogs, don’t you? I didn’t even know about Borzoi. And the tissue covers are crocodiles and platypuses, too.?

I pulled the platypus tissue cover that had moved from the kitchen into my room and patted its head, and a hand reached out from the side and pulled out a tissue.

?The dog and the tissue cover just happen to be there.?

From her plain voice, it was hard to tell if she really just happened to know Borzoi or if she just happened to pick out an animal tissue cover. But I don’t think she would remember the details of something she don’t like, nor would she choose it for a tissue cover.

?So you don’t have a favorite animal??Dogs, for example??

?Just the normal. What about Sendai-san??

I put down my mug and answer, looking at Miyagi like a cat.

?I think I like cats better.?

?Is that so? I thought you were going to say you like dogs because you look like a dog.?

As she said this, Miyagi pulled out another piece of tissue and wrapped the two pieces together to form a small ball.

?I don’t think I looked that doggy-like.?

?I think you’re a dog.?

Miyagi assures him and throws a chunk of tissue in his hand toward the trash can.

Tap–tap.

The ball of tissue bounces off the trash can and rolls around on the floor.

?Sendai-san, go get it.?

.

Miyagi points to a clump of tissues and says as a matter of course.

?I don’t do that kind of stuff.?

?I’m just saying, it doesn’t matter.?

A simple voice is heard, but Miyagi doesn’t move. Naturally, the tissues are not moving either, leaving a white mass lying around the room.

?Miyagi, make sure you throw them out yourself.?

?If Sendai-san wants to throw it away, you should throw it away.?

She is not in a very good mood, Miyagi says without looking at me.

No matter how I look at it, Miyagi has no intention of picking up a tissue herself. Not wanting to play master with the dog, I reluctantly get up and pick up the white chunk that was thrown at me.

?Okay, here you go.?

Handing Miyagi the ball made of tissues, I asks,?Are you feeling better??

?I’m not feeling better.?

The chunk of tissue I just gave her is placed on the floor.

?Is there something else you want me to do??

?Your hand.?

Miyagi comes towards me with a hand out, along with a command that completely treats me like a dog.

This is ridiculous.

There is no need to go along with Miyagi.

I thought so, and quickly reconsidered.

I did as I was told and held out my right hand and placed it in Miyagi’s palm. Then I grabbed her hand and pulled. Miyagi’s body leans toward me, having been caught off guard. I catch her and hug her.

?You can order me to do more.?

My heart was a little loud at the close distance and the body heat coming through, but I pretended not to notice.

?I won’t do it again. Mostly because I didn’t order you to do it earlier. Let go of me.?

Miyagi sounds overtly disgusted and pushes my body, but I have no intention of letting go.

?It’s like an order. I’ll do anything you want me to do except let go, so give me an order.?

Miyagi doesn’t speak, let alone give orders.

I just want to stay at this distance and it doesn’t matter if she gives me orders or not. If Miyagi is lost, the distance between the two of us can be as close as the time it takes for our body temperatures to intersect.

?Miyagi…?

I hear a little voice calling her name in her ear.

?…Then let me touch your belly.?

I said yes, and Miyagi touched my stomach over my cut-and-sew before I could say yes. I pushed Miyagi’s body away from my embrace unexpectedly, but only her hands were holding onto my clothes and would not let go.

?What’s with that order??

?You said earlier you’d let me touch your belly.?

Miyagi pulls on the cut-and-sew in frustration.

It’s true that I said?okay?to Miyagi earlier when she said,?I’ll think about it if Sendai-san lets me pet her belly,?but I didn’t think she was serious about that.

I was surprised because I hadn’t expected her to be serious about such a thing, but I don’t mind being touched on stomach one or two times if the exchange is still alive.

?If Miyagi don’t mind me stroking her belly instead, go ahead.?

?I will only touch Sendai-san’s belly. I won’t let you touch my belly. You said yourself that I can give you orders, so do what I say.?

It is self-centered and immature of her to try to get me to obey her on the side of an order that she later come up with rather than on the terms of an exchange. This is an order that doesn’t need to be heeded.

I understand.

But I can’t just shun that kind of Miyagi.

?…Well, okay. But if you want to touch it, touch it.?

This is something of a habit I picked up in high school, and in the end I will accept her words regardless of whether Miyagi is wrong or right.

Besides, Miyagi has no spirit.

She is bound to touch it just a little bit and say that’s enough anyway.

?What will you do??

When I asked, Miyagi let go of the clothes she was holding onto. Then, she would start to put her hand inside my clothes and touch my stomach like a child touching a stuffed animal or something.

I feel like I am being treated like a dog, but I am glad that Miyagi is interested in me.

?Is it fun??

I ask Miyagi, who is looking down, and her voice comes back a little low.

?Just normal.?

Despite her simple voice, her hand continues to touch my stomach with a flattened hand. It tickles me when she puts her hand on my side, but the feeling of her hand and body heat that is being transmitted to me is pleasant.

Her hand, which I expected to leave soon, did not move away and kept touching my stomach. The hand that had been handling a toy changed to one that was stroking a fine cloth. Her fingertips slither and crawl up the flanks and onward. The fingertips softly stroke only the surface of the skin, trying to evoke other feelings beyond tickling.

Our distance remains the same.

There is a certain distance, and only Miyagi’s hand is close to mine.

Her hand reaches down to the bottom of the chest and goes down quickly.

?…Somehow, the way you’re touching me, isn’t it erotic??

Miyagi’s touch is the kind of touch that loosens the screws holding my rational mind in place and makes me want to do things she wouldn’t want to do. I can continue to be touched, but I think this is bad for Miyagi.

?It’s not erotic.?

Miyagi says in a strong tone and moves her hand, which was slightly above my hip bone. I caught her hand sliding smoothly over my skin, and my stomach was squeezed as it was.

?Miyagi. I’m having a hard time getting my stomach to push after eating.?

I don’t want to keep being held down, though not so much that the food I eat will reflux.

?Then get your hands off me.?

When I take my hand away as I was told, the touch goes back to the way it was.

I wonder what Miyagi is thinking now.

I want to know if Miyagi feels as good as I feel when I touch her, or if she wants to touch me more. And I want to know why she wanted to touch me.

But I don’t have time to ask.

Miyagi’s hand is above my stomach, touching the edge of my underwear. The hand stops there and doesn’t move, so it doesn’t seem to intend to go any further than that, but it’s better to stop Miyagi before the screw goes anywhere.

?Miyagi, that part is not my stomach.?

This time, I grab Miyagi’s hand strongly over my clothes.

?What is it with you and saying I can touch your belly myself??

I can hear her grumpy voice.

?If you really want to keep touching it, that’s fine, but I don’t know.?

?What do you mean you don’t know??

?That means I don’t know what happens to Miyagi.?

I tug lightly on Miyagi’s hair, which is looking down and not toward me.

Miyagi, who had not looked at me, looks up and our eyes meet.

She puts her lips to my face and licks my cheek like a dog.

?Pervert. I’m going back to my room now.?

Miyagi, who has done more to deserve the term “pervert” than I have, hits me with a platypus that she had left on the floor.

?Wait. I haven’t drunk it all yet.?

I slowly drink my cold tea.

Miyagi just wipes her cheek with a tissue and doesn’t run away from me or ask me to make a promise to her earrings. But I couldn’t tell what she looked like because I was looking down again and staring at the floor.

?Sendai-san.?

?What is it??

?…What kind of animal am I??

Miyagi says in a small voice.

?Nhn, I guess a cat.?

I won’t call her a stray cat.

?A cat? Why is that??

?Miyagi, because you liked the cold. If we had a kotatsu, you’d probably spend all day in it.?

After uttering a safe reason, I made one suggestion.

?Do we buy a kotatsu when winter comes??

?I definitely don’t need it.?

Miyagi responds immediately.

I emptied my mug at the expected answer.