Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 38: Im only doing because Miyagi says so — 38

Chapter 38: I'm only doing because Miyagi says so — 38

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

Something was about to change.

The day Miyagi touched my ear, it must have been my imagination that made me feel that way.

I have been called to Miyagi several times since the midterms ended, but nothing much has changed between us. The gymnastic festival is over, and I am living a peaceful time.

It was never awkward to kiss her, nor was it ever called off for so much as a bite on the ear.

It’s boring.

It’s not interesting.

It’s uncomfortable because it doesn’t change enough to be boring.

I am in this room with the same subtle feeling as when my favorite restaurant has changed its flavor. I didn’t expect the kiss to change anything, but maybe deep down I wanted it to.

I can’t say that change is necessarily a good thing, but Miyagi is too normal now. In exchange for 5,000 yen, she gives me a lot of orders that don’t change.

I’m out of my mind.

There is no tension.

Miyagi licked my ear.

I did not want that to happen, but I was curious as to what Miyagi was thinking when she acted that way. However, I did not ask her how she came to lick my ear, so her principle of action remains a mystery to me.

Since then, Miyagi has not given me any orders to lick her fingers or her feet. Not that I want anything exciting to happen, but I am tired of homework and manga readings.

Well, however.

If only a little, things have changed.

The table is now a bit bigger and Miyagi is closer than ever.

Textbooks are easy to unfold.

Perhaps that is why Miyagi is doing her homework next to me.

But instead, she seem to be trying not to touch me. And by the way, it doesn’t look like much fun.

Just like the weather, Miyagi’s mood is also sluggish.

?You have a mistake there.?

I point with my pen to one spot in Miyagi’s notebook.

English is not her forte, and there are other mistakes, but I point out one for now. But Miyagi looked at me unamused.

?You don’t have to tell me I’m wrong if I didn’t ask.?

?So you’re just going to leave it at that then??

?…It’s not good, yet.?

Miyagi wrinkles her brow and erases the words in her notebook. The eraser she uses is new and different from the one I returned.

——It’s mean to go to the trouble of using a different eraser.

I turn my gaze back to my notebook.

?The answer??

Miyagi, who should have been diligently doing her homework earlier, demands a quick fix for her mistake.

?Figure it out for yourself.?

?I don’t understand.?

?You just don’t want to do it. Do it right.?

?Then, an order. Tell me the answer.?

Textbooks and notebooks are pushed to my camp.

?You’re not asking me to tell you, you’re asking me to do it. Like this.?

?Do it.?

?Okay, okay.?

As I recall, this is what happened last time. Miyagi threw out her homework halfway through, leaving me to do the rest and read manga.

I pull the notebook toward me and take the eraser from Miyagi.

The problem itself is not so difficult.

As long as you take it seriously, even Miyagi will be able to finish it easily. But such assumptions are meaningless in the face of instruction, and I erase and correct what is wrong.

?I thought it was almost a year ago, huh??

I ask Miyagi as I corrects some mistakes and works on new problems.

?What is??

?When I started coming here.?

?I don’t think so??

Miyagi says, seemingly uninterested.

?It’s the beginning of July, so it’s been almost a year.?

I firmly remember how I started going to Miyagi’s room, even though we were classmates, we hardly ever spoke.

It would be a beautiful story if I told I that Miyagi appeared before me like a savior and paid for me when I forgot my wallet. But in reality, it’s not a very good story, because she forced me to spend 5,000 yen at the cash register of a bookstore, and when I tried to return the change, she told me to throw it away because she didn’t want it.

I thought Miyagi was a pain in the ass that day, and I still think she is a pain in the ass.

?Why did you pay me back then??

?A classmate was in trouble, so I thought I’d help.?

?Really.?

?It’s a lie. I had a 5,000 yen bill in my wallet.?

?If it was a 1,000 yen bill in your wallet, does that mean you’re not going to pay??

?Maybe.?

?That’s a lie, too, anyway. Why are you really doing this??

?Because that’s what I was in the mood for at the time. That’s all.?

I don’t know if she was fooling around or if she really was, but Miyagi broke off the conversation there and stood up. She then brought two manga from the bookshelf and lay down on her bed.

I quickly finished my homework and poked Miyagi in the side.

?Go a little further, please.?

?Why??

?That’s my place.?

?This is not Sendai-san’s place, it’s my bed. It’s too small, so don’t come here.?

Miyagi says plainly and takes up a position in the middle of the bed.

Surely the bed is Miyagi’s bed, not mine.

But I am the one who always uses the bed when I am called to this room, and I think I am entitled to a half share of the territory.

?It’s fine. I’ll just move over a little bit.?

?It’s not fine.?

?Miyagi is stingy.?

Rather than poke me in the flanks, I would try to push my flanks to expand my territory. But Miyagi said without touching me.

?Sendai-san, you’re depressing me, so stop it.?

Miyagi is sometimes surprisingly aggressive in her touching, yet she sometimes looks uneasy. In those cases, she seem to wish she had never touched me.

I am not a person who will not be hurt by anything, and I even have a sensitive side. Miyagi’s seeming insensitivity sometimes stings me with a certain depth.

I don’t mind being touched by Miyagi.

But it is becoming a bit of a pain.

Touching is better than being touched.

I climb into bed and push Miyagi’s body to make more space. But instead of vacating the territory, she got up.

?Sendai-san. Take off your tie.?

She says abruptly and looks at me with an expressionless face.

That was not a good face.

Miyagi is thinking of some stupid thing at a time like this.

?Why??

?Just take it off.?

It is always the case that when you ask a question, you don’t get an answer, and you don’t have to be told that this is an order to know that it is an order. I stop my futile resistance and maturely remove my tie.

?Is this fine??

?That’s fine. And then I’ll lend you that.?

?A necktie??

?Yes, a necktie.?

The tone of her voice is the same as when she was doing her homework, but I have a bad feeling about it. Still, I hand Miyagi my tie.

?Turn around.?

I turned around as she told me to, and she grabbed my wrist, saying,?Give me your hand, over here.?

This is the only way to know what will happen next.

I exhale so Miyagi can’t hear me, then I put my hands behind my back. Then I immediately felt the cloth clinging to my wrists. And it was strong.

?Wait, that hurts!?

I complain as my wrists are tied with what I can only assume is a tight, forceful knot.

If she tie them up without any addition or subtraction, there will be marks on them. Uniforms have short sleeves, and such marks on the wrists would only be noticeable.

?Miyagi.?

When I call her name strongly, the tie digs into my wrist even more.

?Don’t ever leave a mark on it.?

When I voice my desire to allow no more, my tie loosens a little. I could feel the knot being made.

?Miyagi is a pervert. I saw something like this in a manga somewhere.?

The bookshelves are lined with everything from maidenly shoujo manga to hot-blooded shounen manga.? Some of the books were fully devoted to eroticism, and one of them must have had a manga with a situation in which the main character was tied up with a necktie by her boyfriend.

?Sendai-san, do you want to be made to look like that manga??

?Don’t tell me??

?Okay, well, I’m not going to make it look like from the manga, so just sit there for an hour or so.?

?Oh, what? Abandonment play??

?I knew you wanted me to do something for you.?

I hear a voice behind me that seems to have been turned on.

?Sendai-san’s a pervert.?

With a voice, her breath blows on my neck, and the next moment, she bites me on the shoulder over my blouse.

?Ouch—?

For Miyagi, the word “add/subtract” does not exist.

So when I raised my voice, her teeth were clenched in my shoulders.

?I never said I wanted you to do that.?

Normally, I escape the pain by pressing on Miyagi’s forehead. But that is not the case today because my wrists are tied. Even if I wanted to turn around, I couldn’t turn around right away because I would lose my balance, and I could only speak.

?Miyagi, it hurts.?

When I call her name strongly, she finally releases the pain.

?I said don’t leave marks. You can bite me if you want, but you have to be careful.?

?It’s okay, they can’t see it there.?

?That’s not what this is about.?

?Then get off the bed and sit down.?

I hate this.

If I could say, that I’m apologizing, but I know that if I do, I will be forcibly lowered from the bed. Besides, Miyagi at times like this seems to push people off with impunity.

Is it better to get off by myself than to get kicked off?

I silently sat down on the floor as I was told, and Miyagi took off her socks.

?Sendai-san. You know what I’m going to say next, right??

I looked up at her and Miyagi kicked me in the shoulder, which would have left teeth marks.