Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 215: Miyagi who isnt mine — 215

Chapter 215: Miyagi who isn't mine — 215

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

I had an early dinner with Mio and it was thirty minutes after I left her.

I keep looking at the earrings in the row, but I can’t find any more than the ones on my ears. When I came to this store to pick out earrings to give to Miyagi, the earrings looked more sparkling. Even now, the earrings are pretty or beautiful, but not as sparkling as they were then.

I don’t think there is any earring that fits me.

The more I look at earring all the time, the more I feel that way.

I stroke my neck where the marks have disappeared and touch my earrings.

Miyagi is cold.

She’s no longer interested in the ear I offered her, and she doesn’t offer to pick out an earring for me. I feel her eyes on me, but that’s all.

She’d been wanting to poke holes in my ears ever since high school.

I want Miyagi to choose earrings for me, just like I chose earrings for her.

I would like Miyagi to be able to wear the earring of her choice in the hole she drilled.

I made one sigh.

?I should go home, I think.?

I am sure I won’t find what I want no matter how many hours I spend here, and I won’t be in a pleasant mood. Although I want to kill some time, I leave the store where I bought Miyagi’s earrings and head for the station. Riding the train, I patted my neck, remembering Miyagi and his trip to the school festival.

Half of November has passed.

Now, a turtleneck looks just fine, and I have no problem with a mark here. But I have no marks of Miyagi on me.

I get off the train at my usual station and my skirt flips up.

Heading home, I climb the stairs to the third floor.

When I opened the front door, Miyagi’s shoes were not there, as I expected.

She is at home in Utsunomiya today.

Miyagi and I are roommates, but Miyagi and Utsunomiya are best friends, so it is not surprising that Miyagi is at Utsunomiya’s house. No wonder Utsunomiya is with Miyagi as a best friend, just as I am with Miyagi as a roommate.

This has happened in the past and will continue to happen in the future. Utsunomiya is not bad and that’s the way it is. I also consider Utsunomiya a friend, so I don’t intend to interfere with my friend’s meeting with Miyagi.

I’m just jealous.

I go to the common area and take out a bottle of barley tea from the refrigerator. Take out a glass, pour it half full, and return to my room.

Put the glass on the table and sit down with the bed against me.

I pull my phone out of my bag to see if I’ve heard from Miyagi, but nothing I expected.

She did call to let me know she would be late, but I hope she comes home soon.

My hand won’t let go of my phone. I have a report I have to do, but the screen is displaying pictures I took at the school festival. I would like to set a picture of Miyagi on my lock screen, but it would be noisy if she sees it, and she might ask me to delete the picture again.

Pictures of Miyagi.

Pictures of Miyagi and Utsunomiya.

Pictures of me and Miyagi.

A number of photos flow through my phone, and I stop at the photo marked in red.

The screen of the phone, patting Miyagi’s stomach.

The red marks are probably gone from Miyagi’s body by now, but they are still on my phone.

I would like to make another mark.

I want to make a mark so that Miyagi can feel me wherever I am, so that one day Miyagi will be mine. It’s a kind of reservation for the future, and an expression of my desire not to give Miyagi to anyone else.

Ever since then, I have been looking at the photos and thinking about all these things.

It’s not clear because Miyagi introduced the strange rule of marking and then threw it out on its own. Even I am trapped by those marks.

?Shiori.?

A small murmur, and Miyagi disappears from the screen.

I open my messaging app and send Miyagi a message telling her that?it’s not safe to be late.?Soon she replies,?I’m almost home,?and my heart races. Five minutes later, the common space became noisy, and when I heard a thump and opened the door, Miyagi was standing there.

?I’m home.?

?Welcome home.?

?I’m not a child, don’t worry about me.?

I was told that it was a response to a message I had sent.

?Things have been pretty crazy lately.?

?I’m attentive.?

When I said this, Miyagi tried to go back to her room, so I grabbed her arm.

?Can we talk a little??

?What are we talking??

?It’s just a chat. You must be bored.?

I tug on her arm, which she grabs, and Miyagi enters the room without resistance, and we sit down with the bed against each other.

?What were you doing, Sendai-san??

?I’ve been slacking, thinking about doing a report.?

?Don’t you have to??

?I’ll get to that later.?

I told her shortly and touched Miyagi’s earring I had chosen with my fingertips. I stroked it softly and then gently kissed the earring, and Miyagi made a dubious sound.

?What is it? Did you have a promise to make??

?I just wanted to touch you.?

Once again, I stroke the earring.

Miyagi’s gaze stings me as I try to bring my lips together, and I say what I’ve always wanted to say.

?Hey, Miyagi. Pick out my earrings.?

?I don’t want to.?

?Why??

When I asked, Miyagi dropped her gaze to the floor.

Then she fell silent.

?Miyagi??

Calling her softly, Miyagi’s fingertips move hesitantly to catch the platypus’s tissue cover and pull it slyly. The platypus comes to Miyagi’s feet and is held by a small hand.

?…I can’t choose cute earrings like Sendai-san.?

Miyagi blurts out and lets go of the platypus’ hand.

?It doesn’t have to be a pretty one, just pick one.?

?I don’t want to.?

I know she doesn’t mean to offend.

I think Miyagi is cute when she says she can’t pick out a cute pair of earrings. But it hurts a little when she says she doesn’t like it. I grab Miyagi’s hand and squeeze it tightly to ease the pain.

?I don’t wear kissmarks these days, don’t you think??

I ran away from the painful subject and asked about another thing that had been bothering me.

?Sendai, I’m not going out anywhere. And it’s not a kissmark.?

?Are the marks limited to when you go somewhere??

?Not that that’s what I’m saying, but…?

Miyagi says crisply, untying the hand that is connected to mine and patting the platypus on the head.

Why didn’t she just pat my head anyway?

I go to Utsunomiya’s house and touch her belly over her clothes, hoping to get Miyagi’s interest in touching something that is not me when I return.

?Miyagi, can I make a mark here??

?I don’t want to.?

?Why??

?It’s nothing.?

?Tell me the reason.?

I took the platypus from Miyagi and grabs her clothes. As I turned the hem just a little, I heard a little voice say,?… Because I care about.?

?Then, Miyagi will mark me.?

?I don’t want that too.?

?If you don’t like everything, there’ll be punishment.?

?Who is punished for what??

?Miyagi is.?

?What you have to punish me for, I haven’t done anything.?

?You came home late.?

?I contacted you.?

?It’s late, though.?

Miyagi followed the rule of calling me if he was going to be late. So I am being unreasonable and Miyagi doesn’t have to accept the punishment. Still, I can’t help but think that sometimes Miyagi should just listen to me.

?It’s not that late.?

?You’re late. I’ve been waiting for Miyagi for quite a while.?

?You waited for me??

?I waited for you.?

When I came home early, I spent too much time waiting for Miyagi, so I killed time with Mio, and I killed time looking at earrings, and I killed time looking at pictures because the real one never came home.

?…What do I do for punishment??

I am surprised because Miyagi said something about accepting a punishment that I thought she would never accept, but I’m not going to pretend that the words I received weren’t there.

?Order me like in the past.?

I told Miyagi that she might be interested.

?Like the past, what do you mean??

?——Tell me to lick your feet.?

?Sendai-san, you pervert.?

?It’s Miyagi that makes me say these things.?

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?Even if I did, I wouldn’t give those orders.?

?If you don’t, I’ll order Miyagi to lick my feet, is that okay??

I know that Miyagi doesn’t lick my feet.

No matter how much I ask her to do so, she won’t do that.

I would never do that, but Miyagi said in a small voice.

?Sit.?

We were never assigned a place, but my memory would tell me where to sit. Miyagi always sat on the bed and I sat on the floor. So today I sit on the bed and Miyagi sits on the floor. That should be the way it should be, and I sit on the bed and cross my legs.

On the floor, Miyagi looks up at me.

Her fingertips crawl around my ankles and lift my skirt up to my knees. Her fingers curl around my knee and follow the bone down.

The movement of Miyagi’s fingertips makes my nerves tingle. The heat that is transmitted to me makes my lungs feel as if they are shrinking, and I exhale thinly, as if my breathing is going to be disturbed.

I immediately deny myself, wondering if Miyagi felt this way too. I don’t believe that Miyagi felt the same way as I did back then.

Miyagi only touches my feet and doesn’t try to lick them.

The middle of her dark hair, her whiskers are clearly visible and unsettling.

?Miyagi.?

When I called out in a small voice, her hand moved and my skirt was flipped up further. About half of my thighs were visible, and Miyagi let out a sullen sound as she involuntarily held my skirt down.

?Your legs, open up a little.?

?You’re doing something different than what I ordered.?

?Just do what I say.?

Miyagi, who doesn’t lick my feet, commands me to do so. For some reason, I, who should be ordering her to do so, do as I am told and open my legs, and her hands crawl a little above and inside my knees.

I bite my lip, wanting to call out “Shiori,” and Miyagi presses her lips against the inside of my knee, a little above it.

The body reacts to the body temperature that is tightly attached to the body.

Her lips are hot, gathering consciousness in the area where they are attached.

Miyagi sucks hard on the inside of the leg.

Smooth hair and whiskers catch my eye and her lips part as I grab Miyagi’s head. The area where Miyagi’s lips were attached can be seen, and the clearly marked red mark jumps out at me.

?I don’t think I ever gave you those orders.?

The order was to lick my feet, not to wear a hickey.

When I tried to pull down my skirt, which had been flipped up, I was stopped by Miyagi.

?You said you want me to put a mark on it.?

?Mark me, and you know, the order was something else, right??

?It doesn’t matter which one.?

Miyagi said plainly and patted the red mark on my leg.