Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 229: Sendai-san always says unnecessary things — 229

Chapter 229: Sendai-san always says unnecessary things — 229

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

?Is your room fine, Miyagi??

One minute after entering the common space.

Sendai-san says it like it’s nothing, but I just came back from walking on the street at night and I am not ready to talk about such things.

?…What is??

I squeezed the coat I had just taken off.

?You haven’t forgotten your promise, have you??

Sendai-san’s words gnawed at my memory.

I wish I could forget them, but I could not, and they still haunt me today. But Sendai-san must know that I remember my promise and that I was trying to escape from that promise.

I think it was mean of her to go to the trouble of asking me.

?The promise that next time I can do it from you. I should probably say it more plainly. ——I want you to keep your promise to have sex with me.?

Sendai-san says in a flat voice to me as I am silent, and stares at me quietly.

She stands in front of me and doesn’t move.

?Why are you talking that way today??

I don’t need to be told in plain words to remember.

When I touched Sendai-san, she didn’t refuse.

This was because I accepted her statement that?if I didn’t refuse, it would mean that Miyagi could do it to me again.?That has been the promise that continues to this day.

?Why, though. Besides, in high school, sex was just a normal thing you said.?

I don’t intend to be in a relationship where I have to sex with Sendai-san.

As a high school student, I was very clear about that, and Sendai-san said something similar.

I am certain that we used to say such words with such casualness that we would take a detour and it was so common that we would make a rule not to have sex.

?Things were different then than they are now.?

?How is it different??

Not so much a greeting, but a word that I did not feel comfortable mixing into the conversation has become so harsh and raw that I hesitate to speak it. The only four-letter word has more weight and humidity than then, and I feel that if I speak it carelessly, I might be slowly crushed by the meaning of the word.

?About that…?

I can’t say it.

If I let out what’s in my head, it’s going to seem like I think it’s something special.

?Let me change the question. Why do you hate it so much??

?It’s not that I hate it.?

But, even so, and yet.

Today is a landmark day on the calendar.

Next year, as this day approaches, the whole city will be tinted green and red, just as it was this year, and everyone will be buoyed. And I will remember this day.

Fulfilling a promise on a day like this seems to me to frame an act that is not the first time I do it as something special, something that makes it stand out. I am not inclined to do this, as it seems to be a decoration to remember this day.

I wish it had been a day that would’ve been more lost in the numbers on the calendar and I would’ve lost track of when it was, but there’s no way I can change the day now, and if I do, it will remain in my memory as the day I changed it.

?What’s the problem then??

?What is…?

The two of us who were high school students are now college students, and things are no longer the same as we were back then.

We change like the seasons change, and those changes cannot be stopped. The round cake that was always left behind began to disappear without a trace, and the words that could be said could no longer be said. Favorable and unfavorable changes are going on at the same time and I am terrified of what my roommate will turn into.

?If you’re worried about not being roommates, that’s okay. We’re still roommates even if we do it once, twice, or thrice, it’s the same thing. Also, it’s winter break, and you don’t have to worry about losing your mind. Anything else you’re worried about? Let me know. I’ll take it all away.?

Sendai-san’s voice is pouring into my ears all at once, and I can’t keep up with the processing. I can understand the meaning of the words, but she doesn’t stay with me and soon spill out. Her words would be fragments, leaving me with only the fact that I heard her voice, and I wouldn’t be able to find the words to return them.

?Miyagi. What are you worried about? What do you dislike? Tell me everything.?

Sendai-san folds up.

Her voice is not very gentle. Her expression is somewhat stiff, and my breath catches in my throat. I want Sendai-san back to her usual self, but I don’t have the words in me to get back to her usual self.

?Miyagi, say something.?

Something I have to say.

I think it is something that keeps us away from the usual.

But I have to say it.

The past me touched Sendai-san using the future me as a bargaining chip.

So today I must fulfill my promise.

?The promise——?

The words that came out of my mouth were immediately cut off.

I can’t come up with a simple word to protect them.

I drop my gaze to the floor to escape from Sendai-san.

I see a small scratch and scrape it with the tip of my foot.

?Sorry, that was out of line. But it’s time to respond. Otherwise, I would be tempted to say something that would annoy you more, Miyagi. Please, don’t make me say too many mean things.?

Sendai-san’s hand touches my hair.

She gently strokes it and moves away.

But it soon sticks to my cheek, and her fingertips caress my earrings.

?…Do you want to do it, Sendai-san??

When I asked the question without looking at her face, the answer comes back immediately.

?You know I don’t have to tell you.?

Out of the corner of my eye, Sendai-san’s toes approach me.

I look up and she kisses me, just touching my lips.

?Miyagi, tell me you’ll keep your promise.?

The pained sound of her voice touches my lips.

I gently stroke them with my index finger and she grabs my wrist, her lips sticking to the palm of my hand.

Sendai-san could have pushed it through with a single word, “It’s a promise,” but she didn’t. She doesn’t have to wait for my response, but she is waiting for me to say yes. Obediently, like a well-trained dog, she waits for my words. And yet I cannot respond.

?Miyagi, please.?

My wrist that had been gripped is released.

The lips touch as if urging me to do so.

She kisses me on the forehead.

She kisses me on the cheek.

She kisses me on the lips.

Many, many, many times.

She kisses me.

Then, in between kisses, she calls me, gently, “Miyagi.” But there is still just a little hardness in her voice, and I can tell she is straining.

?…If you don’t give me a weird vibe, I can keep my promise.?

I push Sendai-san’s shoulder, who is getting closer than necessary.

?You want to go take a shower and change your mind??

?I’d think it would be weirder.?

?Isn’t it normal to shower when doing something like this??

?You saying makes it kind of weird.?

?Then just go into your room like you normally do.?

Sendai-san finally smiled at me as usual and I opened the door to my room. Once inside, Sendai-san followed me, put her coat and bag on the floor, and sat down on the bed. I turn on the air conditioner and put my coat and scarf away in the closet.

?Miyagi.?

Sendai-san pats the bed as if to tell me to sit here.

?Why is it my room??

Sit on the bed, leaving a gap of about one person.

?Just as Miyagi dreams of me.?

?Dreaming of you, what do you mean??

?I know you dream about doing it with me. I want you to have more of those dreams.?

When she says this, Sendai-san fills in the gaps that she has opened.

Shoulder to shoulder, she holds my hand.

?I didn’t see those dreams.?

?I remember you telling me that you dreamt of doing something weird. So dream about what I did today for days and days. Like I’m seeing those dreams. Be like me, Miyagi.?

?What do you mean, like you??

The question is pushed down with no answer.

Quite forcefully, my back attaches to the soft futon.

Her lips are pressed against my ear and she kisses me gently on the earring.

?Hey, Miyagi. Remember everything I’m about to do on this bed. What I did, what Miyagi thought of me. Remember it all, and dream about it.?

She whispers in my ear.

The comforting voice makes me very aware that this is my room and what is under my back is my bed. And make me strongly aware of what I am about to be made to do.

Sendai-san is trying to make me strongly remember what is about to happen in this bed. She is trying to get into the dream I will have in the future.

?Why should I dream about it??

I say this to peel off Sendai-san’s voice that sticks in my head.

?I want you to think about me even when you are sleeping. I want Miyagi to be filled with me. ——You should be more conscious of me.?

?Conscious, what do you——?

Sendai-san’s lips stole my words and I couldn’t finish what I wanted to say.

My sweater is rolled up, and a hand enters through the hem of my blouse. The palms of my hands are flattened against my sides and my body jerks around on its own. Her palms softly caress my sides, letting the warmth of her body flow into me.

I don’t dislike Sendai-san’s hands.

She touches me like I’m important.

It was the same the other time.

But this room is brightly lit and in no condition to allow hands in clothes.

I grab the crawling hand from my clothes. When I squeeze her hand, her lips separate from mine, but the only word I can manage to spin out is?Sendai-san,?and she kisses me again. The tip of her tongue pried open my closed lips and bit down hard on it’s elasticity, freeing the lips that had been blocked.

?Sendai-san, wait.?

I said strongly, and Sendai-san stood up and came back with the remote control that was on the table.

?That’s what this is all about, right??

With her voice, the lights are turned off and the remote control is placed somewhere when I raise myself up.

?Yes, but.?

?What else would you like me to do??

?…None.?

?Okay, Miyagi. Lie down.?

?Why are you in such a hurry??

?I’m afraid you’re going to run away, Miyagi… and I’m nervous about that.?

Her quiet voice is heard, and the bed creaks as if in pursuit.

In the darkness, a warm mass approaches and caresses my cheek. When I still didn’t lie down, a hand touched my shoulder, stroked my arm, and grabbed the hem of my sweater. Then she tried to roll it up.

?I didn’t say you could take it off.?

She forced down my blouse, which was turned up along with my sweater.

?I want to take it off today.?

?I don’t want to.?

?I should at least take off your sweater.?

?You can’t.?

?If I can take it all off, that’s fine but,?

As she says this, Sendai-san turns up the hem of my sweater, blouse and all.

?…Just the sweater would do.?

When I reluctantly took off my sweater, Sendai-san naturally tried to unbutton my blouse and stopped me from doing so.

?I can’t touch it unless I take it off.?

?You don’t have to touch it.?

?I’ve already touched it, so I can touch it.?

?I still don’t want to.?

?I touched you the other day, but you don’t want me to touch you or anything. Just lie down for now.?

?…Get your hands off me first.?

When Sendai-san’s body is pushed, the hand that was about to unbutton the button slowly moves away and calls out,?Miyagi.?That is the price to pay for taking her hand off the button, and when I have no choice but to lie down, Sendai-san is all over me. I push her body and hear her quiet voice.

?The last time Miyagi did this to me, you should be mature enough to do what you did to me. I’ll make you feel good.?

Her words make me aware of the events that led to today’s appointment, and my memory jumps to that day. I exhale slowly, remembering the softness of Sendai-san’s body.

?That would mean that you felt good the last time you were here, Sendai-san.?

?…That’s right. Miyagi’s hands felt good.?

?Why are you answering??

?You asked me about it, right, Miyagi??

?Will you answer anything I ask??

?If I can answer your questions.?

I know the answer that came back to me without hesitation is true.

Sendai-san answers questions that others wouldn’t answer. She said, “If I can answer,” but I’m not sure there is anything she can’t answer.

Seeing her like that makes me feel that she doesn’t lie to me.

At the same time, one word comes to mind.

?Pervert.?

?Then don’t ask me if I’m some kind of pervert.?

?Why don’t you just not answer??

?Miyagi, you will ask until I answer. So I will answer. I felt good the other time and I want Miyagi to feel the same way. That’s what I’m thinking, so let me unbutton your button.?

Before I can say I don’t like it, Sendai-san unbuttons my blouse.

The first, second, and third——

In no time at all, all the buttons, I don’t remember how many, were undone and the front of my blouse was opened. She stroked my flanks and I grabbed Sendai-san’s hand.

?Let go, Miyagi.?

Sendai-san presses her hands tightly against my body with her gentle voice. I am not sure what she looks like now. In the darkness, as if ink had been spilled, we can only vaguely see the outline of Sendai-san.

I take a small breath in and quietly exhale.

I don’t want to be touched, but I can’t reject all of Sendai-san, who has spent most of this day waiting for me.

So, I forgive her.

That’s all.

I hold the hand I grabbed tightly once, and then slowly release it.

Sendai-san’s free hand crawls over my stomach, slowly and softly stroking my skin. When I move my body to tickle her, her hand stops. I grab Sendai-san’s arm, and her fingertips stroke over my ribs, touching my breasts over my underwear and stroking them softly.

Her fingertips trace the straps, and I squeezed the arm I had grasped. But Sendai-san doesn’t stop her hand. Her hand moves to check my underwear, trying to get between the bed and my back, and I can’t help but feel my body tense up.

?Float on your back.?

I hear her voice just a little higher than usual, and I become aware of what is about to happen to my body. “Miyagi,” she called, and I gave up and lifted my back a little, and my bra was unhooked.

This is not the first time something like this has happened.

She has touched my breasts before.

But it’s not the first time, so it’s not like I can easily forgive her.

?No.?

I tell her in a small voice.

?It’s alright.?

I hear irresponsible words, and gently, quietly, Sendai-san’s hands slip into my underwear, gently cupping my breasts.

For a moment, my breath catches.

?It’s soft.?

Sendai-san says, speaking softly to herself.

?You don’t have to say those things. Just shut up.?

I let go of her arm that was holding me and push hard on her shoulder.

Sendai-san says, “sorry,” and presses her palm loosely against my chest. I can feel her heat, and perhaps I’m supposed to tell her about the changes I don’t want her to know about.

On my chest, Sendai-san’s hand, which had been checking my feel, moves slowly. Her fingertips touch my breasts, tracing the contours from below my collarbone to the center. Her gently moving hands bring me a tickle and an urge to pull Sendai-san closer.

Her fingertips touch the part I don’t want her to touch.

My cheeks heat up as I realize that the feeling there must be different from what Sendai-san described as?soft.?

I don’t want her to know about changes that I have no control over.

But I can’t let go of Sendai-san’s hand.

She crawls gently and continues to caress me softly. Perhaps there is more hardness there, and even though I know it is impossible, I am tempted to make the texture the same as the soft parts.

?You’ve had enough, right??

With an exhaled breath, I called out to her

?It’s not enough.?

?Then stop touching me like that.?

?Touching, you mean like this??

She touches the tip of my chest grazing the tip of my breast and I pushed Sendai-san’s shoulder.

?I told you to stop it.?

?Why??

?This…?

I was about to say that we weren’t roommates, but I swallowed the words that were in my throat.

There is no way I would admit it.

We are roommates in spite of these things.

So it doesn’t matter.

This is an act of keeping a promise to Sendai-san, and there is no deeper meaning in being stroked on the surface of the body. It tickles a bit and makes me hot, but I can do these things.

I tell myself.

?Miyagi??

?It’s nothing.?

I think my voice was hoarse, but it wasn’t.

My voice is always the same.

Sendai-san’s hand crawls over my chest.

The palms of her hands move as if to check the sensation, and my breathing becomes erratic.

?Miyagi, I want to kiss you here.?

Sendai-san whispers in my ear and caresses my chest.

?Absolutely do not.?

?Then, I’ll kiss you here.?

Before I have time to refuse, kisses are raining down on my cheeks, on my neck.

Her lips cling to me and away again and again, and my shoulders tremble as she sweetly bites my ear. Her tongue crawls over his ear and her hands continue to move over his chest.

These things are not fair.

My breath leaks from the softness of her lips, and my body relaxes at the hands sliding over my skin. The sensations don’t come together. My head is confused, trying to react to the area where her body heat is. The body heat that is transmitted to me shakes my emotions and makes me want to run away from the bed.

?No…?

The gravelly voice that doesn’t sound like mine can’t stop her.

Sendai-san’s fingertips caress the center of my breasts.

With each movement of her hand, my breathing becomes more erratic and shallow.

?Sen, dai-san…?

I want to cover my ears to hear my own voice, but I want her hand to stop, so I grab Sendai-san’s shoulder tightly. But Sendai-san’s hand keeps moving, pushing her harder and harder.

?Enough, already.?

I don’t know how long she had been touching me, but I felt like she had been touching me for a very long time, and when she said it more strongly than before, her palm slid down from my chest to my ribs, traced the bone, and caressed my side. The hand that sticks to me like a sucker is forceful yet gentle, and I relax from her grip on my shoulder. I bite my lip, almost letting out a sound I don’t want her to hear no matter where her hands are.

?Miyagi, how pretty you are. I want to touch you more.?

Her hand on my side strokes my hip.

?Shut, up.?

?How pretty.?

Sendai-san whispers in my ear and her breath blows in my ear.

I don’t want to be aware of it, but my attention is drawn to my ears, and I can hear small sounds very well.

Sendai-san’s exhale.

The sound of something warm crawling on my ear.

The sound of teeth hitting each other.

Biting my ear, Sendai-san whispers to me.

?Can I kiss you here??

Her hand that had been gently crawling over my skin stroked under my ribs, and Sendai-san shifted her body.

?You, can’t.?

There was no answer in the small voice.

But my voice seems to have been heard, and I am kissed on the cheek. The hand that had been stroking under the ribs slides silently and reaches the denim. She strokes my thighs over the fabric, tracing my hip bones and her hands over the buttons of my denim.

I twisted around, knowing what it meant.

I know what it means to keep a promise.

It doesn’t end with just touching breasts, there is more to it.

That means repeating what I have done with her in the past, and now her hands are going to unbutton my denim and unzip it.

?Sendai-san, you can’t.?

I grab her hand as she tries to move on.

I don’t want her to touch me because I know what she’s going to do next.

My body is in worse shape than it was then, and it would be even worse if she touched me. I’m afraid that I might lose my mind, and I don’t want to tell Sendai-san what is going on with me. I don’t want them to think that I was waiting for this to happen with Sendai-san if she knew.

?Shiori.?

A soft voice echoes in my ears, and the hand that had been holding Sendai-san loosens.

?Calling me like that, you can’t.?

?Shiori.?

?Shut up.?

?If you take your hands off me, I won’t call you like that.?

?Unfair.?

?Shiori.?

Her voice is one of my favorites, pleasant.

I don’t want that voice calling my name.

It makes me feel like my name is something special and I can’t refuse her. The reason that had been locked in a sturdy box to keep it from escaping is dragged out and melted away.

?Let me touch you more, Shiori.?

Her soft voice invites me to let go.

Sendai-san unbuttons the buttons and pulls down the zipper. Her hand enters to peel off the underwear sticking to my body, and I feel the force of her hand on my spine. It’s not the kind of place I would let someone touch, yet Sendai-san touches it slowly and memorably.

This act, not for the first time, makes my cheeks hotter than they were then.

I cannot breathe well.

I remember the time when I touched Sendai-san.

What wet my fingers.

The wet thing I saw under the light.

Now, I am defiling Sendai-san with those things, and I am sure that I am defiling her even more than when I touched her from me.

I think I want to escape from her hands.

But I can’t escape from her loosely moving fingers.

It’s sticky, uncomfortable, and pleasant.

My body tries to ask for more ahead.

My breathing becomes irregular and I cannot breathe properly as my fingertips caress me. I press on Sendai-san’s shoulder in pain, but I can’t muster the strength to do so. I have no choice but to tap her on the shoulder and say, “Get away.”

?Shiori, stay quiet.?

?Mi-yagi.?

I don’t want to speak out, but I must correct the wrong call.

?…Miyagi.?

I go back to my usual calling and let out a long breath.

My breathing does not return.

It remains disordered and breathless.

Her fingers that have entered my underwear are pressed hard against it.

The sensation in the part being touched becomes acute, and my consciousness is focused there.

In the darkness, I see Sendai-san.

My eyes, accustomed to the darkness, faintly reflect her face.

But I don’t know if I am reflected in Sendai-san’s eyes.

I want to keep her tethered to this room so that her eyes reflect nothing but me.

If I don’t keep her in a treasure box, locked up, and not going anywhere so that she doesn’t disappear or never come back, she may run away and look at something else besides me.

So I want to let her get away before she get away.

I push Sendai-san hard.

Even though our bodies are slightly apart, her fingertips do not move apart.

It stuck and kept moving smoothly, interrupting my thoughts.

I twist my body to escape from the stimulation, but Sendai-san does not go far.

No.

I need to make Sendai-san farther away.

I don’t want her to go, but it would be easier to let her go far away.

——Is this serious?

Sendai-san’s fingertips moved, trying to dissolve a sluggish mass of thoughts, and I couldn’t think straight.

?Miyagi, put your hands on my back.?

Sendai-san speaks as she puts her lips to my ear.

It tickles me, and I let out a small breath before asking.

?W–hy??

?Because I’m far away. I want to be closer. Let me stay by your side, Miyagi.?

?You can’t.?

?Then, hold on to my clothes.?

I do as I’m told, reaching around the side of my body and squeezing my clothes. Sendai-san’s body is close to mine and I can feel her heat.

I think her clothes are in the way.

I should have undressed Sendai-san.

Her body heat feels good.

I think she would have undressed herself if I had told her.

I let go of the clothes I grabbed and put my hand in through the hem.

When I slide my hand down to her side, Sendai-san’s body shivers.

It’s hot.

Her body is hot, and I press my hand hard against hers. I can feel the warmth of Sendai-san’s body, and the depths of my body become hot as well.

?Call me Hazuki.?

Sendai-san whispers.

I shake my head in reply, and the fingertips pressed against me move as if urging me on. The breath that leaks out becomes hot as it increases in speed and is stroked and rubbed harder and rougher. The tips of Sendai-san’s fingers and the depths of my body become hotter than before, and my breathing becomes ragged. Our body heat mingles with each other’s and overflows from my body.

The sludgy mass of heat stains Sendai-san’s fingers and stains me. I bite my lip, not having time to speak out.

It makes me want to pull her body closer, to let it escape into the distance.

?Come on, just once.?

I don’t want to speak, but Sendai-san tries to make me speak.

“Miyagi,” Sendai-san calls.

Her voice is pleasant and makes you want to hear more.

“Miyagi,” she calls again, and I open my mouth.

?…Ha, zuki.?

The exhaled breath and voice are mingled and gravelly.

I don’t want to hear this voice.

But I want to call her name.

?Miyagi.?

She whispers in my ear.

A slightly higher voice runs through me, deep inside, trying to awaken a part of me that I don’t know.

?Call me Hazuki more.?

Sendai-san makes a voice mixed with exhale.

Hot breath blows in my ear and tickles.

?Miyagi.?

Her voice is close.

I want to hear her more.

I want her to be closer.

Sendai-san is within reach, I am touching her skin and she is touching me, but Sendai-san is missing. The thought of being too close, too close to be able to breathe, too close to be gone scares me. I want to keep overlapping, melting, and mixing with each other to the point of inseparability.

?I want to know more about you, Miyagi. Not only here, but all over.?

I hear her little voice.

?…Eh??

?I want to touch the part of you that no one else can touch, Miyagi.?

Her fingertips, which had been moving smoothly, slip away from where she had been touching, and my body stiffens.

I understood what was being said.

The act of deep kissing that I do from time to time.

But an act of mingling more deeply than a kiss.

An act of making Sendai-san know a place that even I don’t know.

I know that such actions are an extension of what I am doing now, but I didn’t expect that she would want me to do such things.

I didn’t know what to answer, so I couldn’t say anything.

Her fingers, which had been giving me stimulation that seemed to become unbearable, didn’t move either.

She was stopping to go deep inside me.

If Sendai-san’s wish is granted.

Perhaps the relationship we have now will change drastically, perhaps nothing will change.

I am not sure.

I just feel like I would be very different.

?…Pretend you didn’t hear me say that.?

Sendai-san’s words relax my body.

Her fingers, which had stopped, quietly move and return to where they were.

She presses harder than before and strokes and rubs it as if to disabuse me of my earlier words.

The sensation becomes acute as if pulled by Sendai-san’s fingers, and my breathing becomes even more erratic. The part she is touching should be only a small part, but helplessly she, a stranger, surprisingly overlaps and blends in with me.

The heat overflowing from the body is increasing in volume.

It is sticky and trying to entangle Sendai-san.

Her fingers continue to stroke me, hard and weak, and my breathing becomes short and shallow. I want to keep Sendai-san away from me because I know what’s going on there, but I want her to be closer to me.

The heartbeat sounds awfully loud.

The dreadful ringing in my ears breaks down and shatters my rationality.

Sendai-san’s hand breaks me.

Breathing is difficult, blotting out my consciousness and slowing my thinking.

Yet, my senses are clear and I can clearly feel Sendai-san’s fingers. The boundary between me and Sendai-san becomes blurred, and feelings are stretched and magnified by the senses.

Everything, hot, painful, and so on, is taken in, swept away and concentrated into one word. Sendai-san’s fingers pull the words out of me.

It feels so good.

The mingled body temperatures, the overflowing heat, and the fingers that keep moving.

The only thing that takes over me is the feeling of feeling good. It is the same as before, but far greater than before. Everything about Sendai-san that melts me feels good and makes me want more.

I can’t think of anything difficult and just want to call her name.

But I don’t want to speak out.

I don’t even want her to hear the sound that my exhale creates.

But I do want to hear Sendai-san’s voice.

?Miyagi.?

I hear a snatch of a voice and look for the blue stone.

I reach out and stroke Sendai-san’s face.

Melting into the darkness, I can’t find the blue stone I put on it.

I cannot find the mark that Sendai-san is mine.

Anxious and not wanting her to go anywhere, I pull Sendai-san closer to me. I reach into her clothes, put my hands behind her back, and claw at her.

She is mine and I won’t give her to anyone.

I wanted to call her Hazuki, but I didn’t want to speak out, so I set my teeth on Sendai-san’s neck.

?You need to touch me harder, please. I, Miyagi—— Because I like you to touch me.?

I hear her voice and claw harder.

I continue to sink my teeth into her neck as if I’m biting through her flesh.

?Miyagi.?

Sendai-san calls me repeatedly.

My breath catches and I drown in her voice.

Sendai-san’s fingertips caress me hard, driving me down.

I run up the invisible stairs as if dragged by her.

My breath is labored and my body is straining.

The depths of my body are hot and melting.

I ran, and ran, and ran up the stairs, and then the stairs were gone, and my body floated softly in the air, and I clawed at Sendai-san’s back like I was going to get a scratch.

And then.

After that.

My body relaxes and I removed my mouth from Sendai-san’s neck.

My hands are also removed from her back, and breathing is regulated.

?Are you alright??

I hear a gentle voice, but I can’t answer it because I’m too lazy to speak. I can’t put my strength into my body well and can’t even open my eyes, and then the kisses start falling.

On the lips, on the cheeks, on the neck.

She kissed me a lot, and I protested by biting Sendai-san’s lip.

?Hands off.?

Sendai-san’s hand is still attached to my body and she is restless.

?I want to do more.?

?I don’t want to do it today.?

?Does today mean there will be another one??

?That’s not it.?

?I want to do it again.?

Instead of her hand being moved away, her lips are attached to my earring.

Sendai-san whispers invitingly, “Miyagi.”

?Shut up.?

I moved her heavy arm and pushed Sendai-san’s shoulder.

But Sendai-san doesn’t move away from me.

I can feel her body heat and I push Sendai-san again because I feel like I want her again.

?I want to touch and be touched by you more, Miyagi.?

?That’s not what a roommate does.?

?We’re roommates. So forgive me more, Miyagi.?

?Just shut up, Sendai-san.?

I don’t want to hear any inviting words.

I can’t and don’t want to think about the future right now.

Talking with Sendai-san makes me want to make new promises because nothing matters.

?Then I want to kiss you one last time.?

?Get your hands off me before you do that.?

I push on Sendai-san’s stomach, and her hands, which were attached to my body, finally leave my body. I force my body, which had almost become one with the bed, to sit up and lightly adjust my appearance. With the nightlight on and in the dim light, I pull a tissue from the crocodile’s back and sit down next to Sendai-san to wipe her sticky fingers.

When I drop all the slimy stuff from one or two fingers, Sendai-san calls me?Miyagi,?and puts her lips on my neck. Then, without refusing, she sucked so hard that my skin tingled.

?I’m pretty sure I’ve got a mark on you now.?

I glare at Sendai-san.

?Miyagi, you’ll stay home during winter break because you’ll study, right??

?…Yes, but.?

?You can hide it here with a scarf so you can go outside and it’ll be fine.?

When she said this, Sendai-san kissed me again on the spot where the mark would have been.