Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 204: What I hope for Miyagi — 204

Chapter 204: What I hope for Miyagi — 204

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

I walk into the room, breathe in and breathe out.

I calm my heart, which is bouncing like when I walk fast.

I’ve been in this room many times, but I’m a little nervous today because Miyagi’s appearance is different from usual.

?Stand there and take off your clothes.?

Miyagi points to the front of the bed and says in a flat voice.

?My clothes, you mean this??

I pull on my cardigan and ask Miyagi, who is standing next to me.

?Your t-shirt and your skirt too.?

?Not just my cardigan and t-shirt??

I ask back.

I had guessed that the phrase “take off your clothes” would refer to the cardigan and the T-shirt I was wearing underneath, but I hadn’t expected it to include the skirt.

?I said, your skirt too.?

?Does that mean I should only wear my underwear??

?You’ll let me know if there is anything else??

?…No, I don’t. Do you turn off the lights??

?I’m not turning it off. Just stand there and take off your clothes.?

Miyagi says quietly.

The curtains are closed, so we cannot be seen from the outside. The room is neither cold nor hot. But that doesn’t mean you can take off your clothes and say, “Okay, is that so.”

I have taken off only my top in front of Miyagi, but I hesitate when asked to take off my skirt as well.

This is not a very good punishment.

I exhale slowly and look at Miyagi.

She doesn’t look like she’s joking about taking off my clothes.

?You’re not going to take off your clothes, Miyagi??

?It’s a punishment game that Sendai-san does, but there’s no way I’m taking it off.?

?I’m the only one taking off my clothes, and it’s really embarrassing.?

?It’s a punishment game, so embarrassment is good enough.?

I didn’t call to tell her I would be late, and I didn’t kiss her when I knew she was begging for it. I can think of reasons for Miyagi’s bad mood, but neither of them should have been enough to make me take off my clothes.

?Sendai-san.?

Miyagi said, not hiding her irritation, and looks at me.

Maybe her mood won’t get better until the punishment is over.

It’s not like I’m going to take it all off.

I tell myself and stand in front of the bed.

?Is it okay here??

?Yes.?

?Just out of curiosity, what do you want to do by taking off my clothes? We have a rule about punishing each other within the bounds of common sense.?

?It’s not like we’re going to do anything that requires us to turn off the lights, so why not??

I don’t know what she will do to me when I hear Miyagi’s words.

What I sometimes dream about.

When she asked me to take off my clothes, I thought for a moment that I wished that was what she meant. But Miyagi would turn off the lights when doing that kind of thing, and I don’t think Miyagi would do such a thing now that she doesn’t even allow kissing.

?What is it that you have to do to turn off the lights??

?What Sendai-san is thinking. I won’t do that kind of thing. Just take it off.?

Well, yes.

There’s no way that’s what the punishment is.

I take off my cardigan, fold it up and put it on the floor.

Miyagi stared at me.

She doesn’t seem to be trying to be reserved, and her gaze is zesty, piercing and painful. There is no consideration for the feelings of the person being watched. I could have looked away or looked at her, but Miyagi kept looking at me as if the function of blinking was broken.

I put my hand on the hem of my T-shirt and exhale.

?…What if I don’t take it off??

What happens if I don’t comply with the punishment?

I have the right to ask that much.

?I’ll kick you out of the room and never let you in.?

I don’t know if Miyagi understands how heavy that is for me and says it, but she says precisely what I wouldn’t like to hear her say.

?Can you remove your gaze for a moment or something??

?Sendai-san, don’t you have no sense of shame??

Miyagi is terribly rude.

Even I have a sense of shame.

But if taking off my clothes would fix Miyagi’s mood, I would be willing to take them off, and from the moment I entered this room, I had no choice but to refuse. Miyagi’s words take away every option from me. I can only go towards the answers provided and cannot go against her.

I think something is wrong.

I know I am crazy, but like water flowing from top to bottom, I am flowing in the direction Miyagi wants me to go.

?Like I said, I have feelings of embarrassment too.?

With her eyes clinging to me, I take off my T-shirt. Then I take off my skirt as well and place it on the floor.

The lights are twinkling and Miyagi, who is looking at me, is clothed.

I feel uncomfortable standing there with only myself unclothed.

Miyagi slowly approaches me and turns the covers over.

?Sit.?

Miyagi’s voice echoes in my head.

I wonder what the punishment is.

?Sendai-san.?

Miyagi says, putting her hand flat on my neck.

Her hand is neither warm nor cold, but I can clearly tell that what flows into it is Miyagi’s body heat. I should have felt Miyagi’s heat like this many times in the past, but my neck stiffens as if I am feeling it for the first time, and I am aware of her hand.

Miyagi’s fingertips tighten and I sit down on the bed.

The lack of cloth to hide most of my body makes me feel as if my body is unreliable.

The hand on my neck slides down and caresses my shoulder.

I look up at Miyagi and she tugs at the straps of my bra.

?I knew it. Take this off, too.?

The straps are shifted and fall off my shoulders when I didn’t say yes.

?I’ve taken off my clothes. We’re done with the punishment, right??

?We haven’t even started yet. This is preparation for the punishment game. I’ll take it off.?

Miyagi puts her arms around my back like a hug. But she doesn’t hug me, and as she says, she unhooks my bra. The underwear, no longer strong enough to hold it in place, easily lost its ability to cover my breasts, and I held my bra in my hands.

?Hey, Miyagi. I thought you were only supposed to take off my clothes??

?Hands off.?

A voice in a bad mood descends.

She wasn’t going to answer my question.

I would be happy to move my hand away, but I would like her to at least let me prepare my mind.

?Give me a minute.?

?I don’t want to.?

I exhale quietly when she answered immediately.

?Then, back off a little.?

A little toe on Miyagi’s leg opens up a little distance.

I slowly move my hand away and remove my bra.

With a small exhale, Miyagi takes my bra and places it on top of my undressed clothes.

Miyagi’s gaze stung harder each time I lost the covering over my body.

Now I can clearly feel her gaze on my chest.

?…Aren’t you looking too much??

I called out to Miyagi, who was looking at me unreservedly, and was met with a quiet voice.

?Sendai-san, you have a beautiful face and body.?

I was amused by words I had not expected to hear.

It’s rare for Miyagi to say something complimentary about me. I was worried that she might have hit her head somewhere, but in the first place, if she was in decent condition, she wouldn’t have gone so far as to try to remove my clothes in a punishment game. But even if Miyagi is losing her mind, she says words she wouldn’t normally say in a situation like this, which makes it even more difficult to make eye contact with her.

?Thank you very much for that. But I’m embarrassed if you see too much of me.?

My cheeks are hot.

Perhaps, they’re also red.

?It’s Sendai-san’s fault for not calling and for not coming back earlier. If you say you won’t go to your part-time job tomorrow, I can stop now.?

?I’m going to my part-time job.?

?Then we’ll continue. Lie down on the bed.?

?I thought you won’t do this thing where you have to turn off the lights??

?I won’t do it, so just do as I say.?

Miyagi approaches me and touches my ear.

Her fingertips softly caress the earring and leave.

I don’t know what she is thinking.

Still, I have no choice but to do as she says.

I know there is no point in resisting.

As I slowly lay down, Miyagi climbed onto the bed and straddled me around the bottom of my stomach. Her fingertips stroked my earrings again and her face moved closer to my neck. And she can get her teeth up.

My heart is busy with Miyagi, who bites me without hesitation, even though she no longer even allows me to kiss her.

The warmth of her body is both delightful and painful.

I guess it was Miyagi’s consideration that she didn’t bite my ear, but it hurt so badly because it was the first time in a long time that my teeth were set as hard as she could, and my neck was so hot that I almost forgot how to breathe. The grip of Miyagi’s shoulder on the skin, on the flesh, on the teeth that dig into me, relieves me of the pain.

?Miyagi. You said earlier that you won’t do anything, right??

What I wanted was a kiss, not to be bitten in the teeth. The bite was brief and would not leave a mark, but it was too unexpected.

?I’m not saying I won’t do anything, and even if I did, I think it would count as nothing, considering what I’ve done so far.?

?Isn’t that too much of a stretch??

?I got a picture of Sendai-san.?

I say this in a light voice, and Miyagi comes face to face with me again.

Pitter patter, her lips clinging to the bottom of my collarbone.

They are pressed against me and sucked hard.

Then the lips separate, shift slightly, and are pressed together again, sucking hard.

Further down from the collarbone, the lips attach to the top of the chest.

She suck hard and then separate.

She didn’t touch the same place.

She move away, stick together, and then stick to another spot.

Again and again, and repeating the process.

Miyagi’s lips give me little pains like sugar cubes. The horns collide, and with a sharp pain, her body heat enters, melting into the blood and traveling through her body. The marks left on the surface of my body still feel like lips, sweet, painful, and making me want more. The awareness that what she was doing now is strange diminishes.

Her lips go from my chest to its underside, pressing against the top of my ribs. She sucks hard, her teeth are set, and my body makes a small involuntary movement. She bites me so hard it hits my bones and grabs the sheets. The sweetness from her lips is gone, and only pain pierces my brain. The lips change places, sucking and teething, giving different kinds of pain.

The heat transmitted from Miyagi burns the skin and the nerves. I breathe in deeply so that my exhalation is shallow and my consciousness doesn’t focus on her. Pull Miyagi close to me and remove her clothes, breathing so as not to deprive her of body heat.

I don’t sense any intention in Miyagi’s actions other than to leave a mark.

She is solemnly doing what she is supposed to do, as she is supposed to do.

Miyagi is marking my body in such an unobtrusive manner that I feel as if she is doing just that.

The red marks grew in number, consuming me and soaking Miyagi.

?Miyagi…?

I call Miyagi, who has a mark around the top of my stomach, but she doesn’t respond.

She puts her lips on my body and lets go, as if it were her duty to do so.

I don’t mind her marking me, but I don’t want it to go on too long.

?What is your purpose of doing these things??

Miyagi looked up when I asked, tugging lightly on her hair.

?I just want to put it on.?

?You can put on as many of these as you want, but they’ll soon disappear.?

?I know, but I want to put it on.?

?And, why is that??

Miyagi wrinkles her brow.

She stares at me, stroking her plumeria earrings.

?…Don’t break your promise to call me if you’re going to be late. You won’t forget if I mark all this.?

With that, Miyagi removed her finger from the earring and stroked the mark that would have been on the bottom of my collarbone.

?I thought you were going to make those promises, piercing you, Miyagi. That’s what you got pierced for.?

?Sendai-san, I don’t want you to swear to my earring, but you will never break your part-time job. I don’t want you to swear on my earring to a promise you have no intention of keeping.?

Miyagi says in her grumpiest voice of the day.

?Then what about my ears? I gave them to you, Miyagi. Not only did I promise to eat the whole cake together, but I can promise something else.?

?Your ears are not enough. Sendai-san is all mine, not just your ears, so I’ll mark my promise wherever I want.?

It’s all mine.

My heart thumps loudly at these words that I thought I had misheard. I try to raise myself up to get a closer look at Miyagi’s face, but I can’t get up from the bed because of the strong teeth on my collarbone.

?If you break your promise, I’ll mark it again like today.?

Miyagi stroked my collarbone and slowly slides her fingers across it.

Even without being told, I immediately know what her fingers are doing as they crawl over my body. Miyagi is checking the marks she has made.

She stroked one red mark, slides her finger over it, and strokes the next red mark.

She does the same thing over and over again, and I sense nothing impure from her.

She mustn’t be trying to ripple my emotions with her fingertips. But if her fingertips move, my emotions will have small swings. Miyagi’s “all mine” voice lingered in my head, making me more clearly aroused than when her lips were trailing down my body.

?Miyagi…?

I call her to check the mark on my chest.

There is no answer, but the waves that come and go grow louder.

?Hey, Miyagi. Stop this already.?

Breathing is a little shallow again.

It reminds me of the word “inferiority complex”.

Maybe that’s what I should call the thick, opaque feeling I have inside me right now. Hot, murky, and unable to stay in one place, something comes up from deep within the body.

This feeling is not good.

Reason melts like a candy ball and makes me want to touch Miyagi.

What I have in me now are impure and insincere thoughts. It’s a feeling that is out of balance with Miyagi, and I know it should be hidden somewhere today, but I want Miyagi to feel the same way.

?I told you that you can’t.?

I grab Miyagi’s hand tracing the signs.

As it is, I want her to touch me more, both where the marks are and where they are not.

?I don’t like it when Sendai-san says no to me. You’ve always listened to me, so you should do as I say and be quiet today, too.?

Miyagi bites my shoulder. Her teeth dig into my skin, and I let go of her grip at the sharp pain. Miyagi’s fingers check the mark on my chest. She stroked one red mark, her finger moves gently, and then moves on to the next mark. My body responds to Miyagi’s fingertips, even though she is only touching me as a doctor would inspect me.

This is not good, I thought.

My breathing is disturbed.

It’s impossible even if Miyagi has no other intention. Even though I know she’s just following a mark, my body, unable to hold on to my impure thoughts, is anticipating what comes next.

Her fingertips go to the top of the bulge and I feel the gaze intensely.

But Miyagi doesn’t touch the part I want to touch the most.

Nerves gather in the center of the chest, even though I don’t want to be aware of them, and they are changing in a way that Miyagi’s eyes can see.

I would like the lights to be turned off.

My breasts in Miyagi’s eyes should clearly convey the feeling of wanting to be touched.

I don’t want to be seen.

It would be nice if what Miyagi and I want are in agreement, but it is unfair that only my feelings are known while there is a gulf between us.

I grab Miyagi’s hand again.

?Don’t move.?

I can hear the discontent in her voice.

?Because it’s going to get bad. Isn’t this enough??

?I don’t want to. Let go.?

I was told to be strong and let go of her hand.

My reason is melting away and it feels good to have fingers sliding across my skin.

If all she touch was red marks, I want more marks.

No.

Don’t think about that kind of thing.

But even though I tell her it’s different, she just run with my body. I can’t stop it, and I’m waiting for fingers that won’t touch me except to mark me.

?Miyagi…?

A muffled voice comes out and Miyagi looks at me.

Her fingertips graze the spot he wants me to touch, and her lips make a new mark on my chest. The small mark takes root, bringing all of Miyagi’s body heat and breath deep inside me. The mark, which should have been nothing more than an internal hemorrhage and no different from an injury, discolored me from what I was and made me think of nothing but Miyagi.

It’s different from the piercing that has remained all these times.

I want Miyagi because it disappears.

I want Miyagi so that it doesn’t disappear.

?Mi…yagi…?

I’m hugging Miyagi’s head.

I don’t want to do this anymore.

I want her to touch me more properly.

?Sendai-san, let go.?

?Why…??

?I’ll end this now.?

When she said this, Miyagi forces herself to look up, away from me.

?That’s unfair.?

I pull on Miyagi’s clothes and pull them on.

I put my lips on her neck and crawl my tongue up her neck.

?Sendai-san, stop.?

Miyagi calls me and presses her forehead against mine.

When I maturely let go of my lips due to the strength of her voice, Miyagi raised her body.

?Sorry.?

I feel like I don’t need to apologize, but I apologize for wanting to be allowed to touch Miyagi more.

I pull on Miyagi’s clothes and raise myself up. I pull her face close for a kiss, and I hear her grumpy voice.

?If you want to kiss me, don’t apologize, just say it.?

I didn’t hide my feelings that I don’t like Miyagi, but I push her on the shoulder.

?I want to kiss Miyagi. Let me.?

I wanted Miyagi to ask for it, but she is asking for it from me. I wonder how this happened, but there is nothing I can do about it.

I brushed my fingertips across Miyagi’s lips and calls her?Shiori.?

Our eyes meet,?May I??I asked, and Miyagi quietly closed her eyes.

I gently bring my face close to hers so she doesn’t run away, and our lips meet. They are soft, warm and nice. We parted our lips and then reattached them, just as Miyagi had done when she made her mark on my body. I kissed her as many times as I had been unable to for so long, and when I set my teeth on her lips as if I were biting a peach, Miyagi pressed me on the shoulder.

?It’s not enough. Shiori, kiss me.?

When Miyagi tugs at my clothes as she has done in the past, I was stroked on the cheek.

I close my eyes and our lips meet.

But the kiss is only one, and soon we pull apart and I hear a small voice.

?…Hazuki.?

Miyagi’s voice releases the clothes from her grasp.

?Eh? Just now——?

Auditory hallucinations.

No, it’s not.

The moment our lips parted, I heard a voice that was so small I could have missed it, but I surely heard it.

The heat that had been smoldering in the depths of my body rose and then disappeared.

Once again.

I want her to say it again.

?Shio——?

All the words I was about to say were unspoken.

?Wah, hey!?

My vision darkens as Miyagi pulls the futon over my head. I try to peel off the futon that has attacked me, but Miyagi catches me with the whole futon.

?Sendai-san.?

The call becomes familiar.

?I know I’m being selfish, I know that.?

Miyagi continues to speak in a small voice while hugging me with the futon.

?But Sendai-san suddenly started a new part-time job…?

The voices coming from the other side of the world isolated by the futon seem to disappear, sucked into the futon walls if I am not careful, and I listen carefully to make sure I don’t miss any words.

?You come into my dreams without my permission and call me names and does weird things, you know what I want you to do and ignore me, and a lot of things are not going well.?

Weird things?

The voice was blocked by the futon that separated Miyagi and me, but I was not mistaken.

Miyagi did indeed say something strange.

I had heard that she had a dream, but I hadn’t heard that it was a dream about doing something strange.

That is.

?…It’s frustrating. Sendai-san, take responsibility and do something about it.?

Before I could organize the words I heard, I was tapped on the futon with a plop and called?Shiori,?which was strongly corrected from the other side of the futon as?Miyagi.?

?——Miyagi. What should I do??

?I don’t know.?

?Tell me. I’ll do what I can.?

?I don’t know what to do… I don’t like empty houses.?

Miyagi says in a whisper, and her hand loosens as she presses the futon down.

I turn my head to look at her.

?Sometimes I’m a little late, but I always come home, so you won’t be alone, Miyagi.?

I kissed her on the lips, telling her as I would tell a small child.

But she doesn’t call me Hazuki anymore.

Miyagi stared at me and then got off the bed. Then she picked up my clothes, put them on the futon, and turned away.

?I’m wearing it…?

A low voice is heard.

I don’t want to be naked forever, so I put on the clothes she give me. Miyagi, who had been staring at me when I took off my clothes, did not glance at me this time.

I don’t like that.

If she couldn’t see me, she should have.

Thinking it was a pain in the ass, I told her?I’m dressed,?to which she replied in a curt voice,?Go back to your room.?

?What about the punishment game??

?It’s already done.?

Miyagi says, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. As I am driven out into the common area, I call out to her before the door closes.

?Miyagi. If you don’t like being home alone, come visit me at the cafe tomorrow. Or you can come with Utsunomiya.?

I know that no matter how much I say, Miyagi will not come.

Still, I will tell her.

?…I’ll think about it.?

The door is about to close and Miyagi’s clothes are pulled on.

?Once more, let’s kiss.?

I didn’t hear her say, “no”.

I pulled my face close and Miyagi closed her eyes.

So I gently put my lips on hers.