Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 221: Miyagi is greedy — 221

Chapter 221: Miyagi is greedy — 221

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

Miyagi does not speak.

She called me to come to her room, but she was silent.

In these situations, something is going on, but I don’t know what it is.

?I thought you called me because you had something to do.?

I ask Miyagi, who is sitting next to me, but gets no response.

She remains holding hands with the tissue-covered alligator the whole time and doesn’t seem interested in me. To begin with, Miyagi has been quiet ever since she came home today. Even when we were eating dinner, she was so quiet that I was worried that something was wrong with her. She is not a talker by nature, but it is so unnatural.

?Miyagi, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to my room and do some prep work.?

I take my back off the bed that I had been using as a backrest.

I have a part-time job tomorrow, and I want to make sure I know the scope of what I’m going to teach Kiky?-chan. But I’m not in a hurry. I wish Miyagi could have held me back because it’s not too late to talk to her in this room and then do the prep work.

?You’re always here even when I don’t need you.?

Miyagi grabs my arm.

She is still holding hands with the crocodile, but I am relieved that there is a part of me touching her.

?Yes, but. You asked me to come all the way out here today, so I thought there was something going on.?

You may or may not have errands, but if you don’t, please tell me you don’t. If I’m not told, I am unsettled by the mixture of me thinking there might be something good and me thinking there might be something not so good.

I guess it’s more of a not good thing.

Miyagi’s mood is not so much bad as bad, but it is more fitting to think that bad things happen because he rarely speaks.

I look at Miyagi holding hands with the crocodile next to me.

She doesn’t make eye contact with me.

The hand that was holding my arm leaves.

Miyagi hesitantly touched the plumeria earrings and stroked the tiny flowers with her fingertips.

For example.

Maybe.

Consider the possibilities based on Miyagi’s situation.

After thinking about many, many possibilities, I arrive at one conclusion.

?…Did you pick out my earrings??

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

I don’t know what she is thinking when she doesn’t look at me.

The hand that had been stroking my earring grabs my arm and pulls. As it does, my arm is pulled up and the sleeves of my knit are rolled up to just below my elbow. Miyagi’s hand caresses my arm, pressing around the middle of my wrist and elbow. The fingers press neither too weak nor too strong, but press gently on my arm.

Miyagi doesn’t open her mouth.

When I let go of her finger without saying a word, she puts her lips on the place where I was pressing and sucks hard. Miyagi, who is supposed to manage me, apparently hasn’t yet prepared the earrings.

The kissmarks that grows on my body is something that makes me feel Miyagi, but what I want now is a mark that can be seen by Utsunomiya. If I don’t do something soon, Christmas will be here in a little more than a week. I want the earrings Miyagi chose for me to greet Christmas Eve peacefully.

I tug lightly on Miyagi’s hair, which is leaving marks on my arms.

Her lips pressed against my arm do not separate.

She was sucking my skin hard and strong.

I would be willing to compromise if she were to give me a pair of earrings as a Christmas present, but there’s no way Miyagi, who seems to have little interest in the events that the world tends to float around, would do such a thing.

?Miyagi.?

I call out in a small voice and my lips part and I see the red mark on her arm. The mark on my body is also a marker for the mark on Miyagi’s body, and I grab her arm. But she obviously rejected it and her arm flee.

?Lend me your arm.?

As I try to grab the escaping arm again after pulling down the rolled-up sleeve, I hear Miyagi’s gruff voice.

?Because there is, the earring.?

?Eh??

?Hold on a second.?

After saying this, Miyagi stood up, brought a small bag from the closet and sat down next to me.

?I bought a pair of earrings for you, Sendai-san.?

Always.

Miyagi, the person, is in a place beyond my comprehension.

Even now I can understand her words, but not her actions.

?…Miyagi, what is this??

I show her the arm on which she made her mark.

?A mark.?

?Right. If I have an earring, why did you put it??

?I told you I didn’t promise not to mark the earrings if I bought them.?

?That’s true, but…?

?If you’re convinced, take off that earring you’re wearing.?

?The earring, won’t you let me see it??

?I’ll put a mark on you. You can look at it later.?

The arrogant Miyagi tugs at my ear as if urging me to hurry up.

Apparently, she really has no intention of showing me what’s in the bag.

?…Well, fine.?

Miyagi is stubborn.

And I am weak to her.

The answer that can be drawn from these two is that sooner or later I will snap, and it is futile to keep asking her to show me my earrings. If she have time to keep exchanging “show me, don’t show me”, she should quickly take off my earrings and get the new ones put on. Since Miyagi has gone to the trouble of saying something so unusual as to give me earrings, I should obey her maturely. If I miss this opportunity, I will end up being coldly told to put it on myself.

I remove my little treasure and place it on the table.

?Is this fine??

?It’s fine.?

Miyagi replies in a small voice and carefully wipes my ears with a disinfectant solution and a cotton ball.

My earlobes are cold, reminding me of the day I got a hole in my ear.

That time, too, she wiped my ears with a cotton ball moistened with disinfectant like this.

My memories overlap with today, but today is different from that day. I gave Miyagi my ears for her birthday, and when my ears is not enough for her, I give her all of me and get proof that I belong to her.

The cold cotton leaves my ears and Miyagi’s fingers caress my pierced hole. Fingers crawl behind my ear and stroke my pierced hole again. It tickles, but I don’t want to brush her hand away. I want her to touch me more.

?Miyagi.?

Miyagi’s lips touch my earlobe as I call out in a whisper.

The tip of her tongue snuggles against the ear, moistened with something warmer than disinfectant. Slowly her tongue crawls, nerves gather in the ears, and my senses become more acute than necessary.

The breath that blows over me almost stops me from breathing.

The tip of the tongue pressed against me makes my body hot.

I want Miyagi to hold me close and touch more than just my ears.

I really think Miyagi is terrible.

She knows how I feel when she does these things to me, but she only half-heartedly touch me and never do what I want.

?Perhaps you’d like me to move up my promise??

I stroke Miyagi’s cheek and ask her a question, and her body bounces away.

A promise that she intends to wait until Christmas.

I don’t mean to hasten that, but Miyagi’s all too obvious reaction makes me feel rejected.

?If you don’t like it, don’t play with it. Put my earrings on.?

This is fine.

Miyagi doesn’t dislike it.

It’s just that she is afraid of losing her mind when she overreacts to promises. It’s not that she don’t want to be touched by me.

I tell myself and look at Miyagi.

?I’m not playing around.?

Miyagi again wiped my ear with a cotton ball moistened with disinfectant. She said in my ear,?Close your eyes,?and I honestly closed my eyes.

In the darkness, I hear a rustling sound of something being opened.

A small object touches my right ear. I feel something pass through my piercing hole and I hear a snapping sound. My left ear was put through the same little thing, and I heard a snapping sound, and then she said,?You can open your eyes,?and I opened my eyes.

?Thank you for the earrings. I’d like to take a look. Can I borrow your mirror??

Checking the shape of the earring just put on with my fingertips, I requested from the room owner the items I need to see my ear.

?I don’t want to.?

?I can’t see my earrings though.?

?Go back to your room and look at it.?

Miyagi says plainly and stares at me.

My ears are at the tip of her gaze.

I wish I could look into Miyagi’s eyes and see my earrings.

As I was wondering whether to return to my room with such thoughts in mind, Miyagi quietly said,

?The earrings I just put on are a sign that Sendai-san is mine, right??

?Yes.?

?…This isn’t enough.?

I hear a small voice and Miyagi’s lips touch my neck. Then, immediately pressed hard, I pushed against her body.

?I don’t want to be told that I’m missing a mark that I can see. What are you complaining about??

?…I don’t know.?

?Shall I put a plaque on my forehead saying it’s from Miyagi??

?That’s not what I meant.?

Miyagi says in a slightly low voice and bites my ear softly, not with force as usual. It tickles, and I’m almost caught up in the feeling that it would annoy Miyagi, but I’d rather let her do what she wants than have a mark on my neck.

Her tongue doesn’t crawl over it like it did earlier.

Unreliably and gently, her teeth pinch my earlobe a few times, and her lips attach once and then separate.

?You feel better now??

Perhaps unsatisfied, Miyagi didn’t say “yes” or “no.”

Still, I didn’t want her to do the same thing to me again.

?Okay, I’ll take a picture, so help me out.?

Before Miyagi does anything else, I took the phone that was on the table.

?Eh, I don’t want to.?

?I’m not taking pictures of you, Miyagi. Take my picture.?

When I activate the camera and hand the phone to Miyagi, she maturely accepts it, relieved to know that she is not being filmed. Miyagi holds up the phone and operates the screen silently.

Snap.

An electronic beep sounds and my phone is returned. I look at the screen and see a round little blue stone on my ear.

?This, what is this stone??

?Sendai-san, you’re sneaky.?

Miyagi sounds dissatisfied.

?Sneaky??

?You told me to take a picture so you could see your earrings.?

?That’s not why I did that. That doesn’t matter, just tell me the name of the stone.?

?I don’t know.?

A low voice comes back, but there is no way the person who bought it doesn’t know.

I trace my memory of the blue stones I have seen so far.

Sapphire, Aquamarine, Lapis Lazuli.

These are the only three that come to mind quickly.

Looking closely at the screen of my phone and compare it to my memory.

The blue stone on my ear is not as light in color as aquamarine. They are not as dark as lapis lazuli, nor do they appear to be speckled.

Maybe sapphire then.

I search for sapphire on my phone. But I can’t see the results of my search because Miyagi interferes to take my phone away from me.

?Hey, Miyagi, just stay still for a minute. I can’t check it out.?

?You don’t need to check it, just put your phone away.?

?Then I want to take a picture with you, Miyagi.?

?What, then? Absolutely not.?

?Why not take at least one picture? If you take a picture of me with my earrings on, you won’t forget that I belong to you, Miyagi.?

?I already took it.?

?It makes sense that the manager is in the picture with me.?

I hunched over Miyagi and snapped a quick picture before she ran off.