Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 50: Sendai-san was arrogant during summer vacation — 50

Chapter 50: Sendai-san was arrogant during summer vacation — 50

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

July is over and August is here.

Ever since then, Sendai-san has been a serious tutor. I’m a serious student, too, and I’ve finished most of my homework.

There should be no need to rush to do homework anymore.

The time spent studying with Sendai-san is not bad, if not fun. But I think it’s okay to slow down a little. I am tired of solving problems and writing reports.

But Sendai-san continues to teach me to study without cutting corners.

As evidence of this, textbooks and reference books were lined up on the table today, and the problem book she brought with her was open.

Sendai-san’s reason for coming to this room is probably her house.

I think the answer is probably what I saw on the day I went to Sendai-san’s house.

That’s something I don’t care. Whatever the reason, as long as she come here and keep her word, that’s all that matters. But I am curious as to why Sendai-san, who made the rule of not meeting on holidays, changed that rule.

If something happens at home, she don’t want to come to this room until the vacations.

That should have been her answer by now.

That’s why she didn’t come here last summer vacation.

She didn’t try to change the rules during winter break or spring break.

So why is that?

The question continues to linger.

Maybe there was something that made her not want to be home enough to come to this room to change the rules she had made for herself, or maybe there was some other reason.

?Miyagi, your hands are stuck.?

Sendai-san, who unusually has neither braided nor tied her hair, pokes me on the arm with a pen.

?I’m just taking a break.?

I look at the remote control for the air conditioner and then drink the cider, the ice having melted away. The watery carbonation goes down my throat and into my stomach. The cider is hardly cold and not tasty, but it’s just right for me right now.

?Miyagi. It’s cold in this room, right??

Sendai-san looks at me with her cheekbones.

?It’s not cold now.?

?Beats me. You’re wearing long sleeves.?

A slightly low voice echoes through the room and disappears.

I have revealed what Sendai-san wanted to keep secret, and I am feeling less guilty by adjusting the temperature in this room to hers. I wear long sleeves to ease the cold I feel from doing so, so I don’t complain too much about being cold now.

?I hate it when people care about me.?

Sendai-san grabs my shirtsleeve and says.

?Why would you care??

?…?

The answer is not returned.

To mention why this room is just the right temperature for Sendai-san is an act of rehashing what happened the other day. I doesn’t want to be asked unnecessary questions, and there is no way I can answer them.

We both have things we don’t want to say, and we spend the same amount of time with them.

I think Sendai-san knows not to ask me to unreservedly show her what I’m holding, so she doesn’t ask me anything.

That there is always no one in this house.

That I can continue to give 5,000 yen.

She don’t ask me things that I would not want to talk about.

So I did not ask too much about Sendai-san.

——I failed the other day, though.

I should be sorry that I asked something that I did not want to be asked, and I will not pursue the reason why she was silent now.

?I don’t mind if it’s a little hotter, and if you turn up the temperature.?

Sendai-san points to a remote control on the table.

?I’m trying to accommodate Sendai-san, so you should be honestly happy about it.?

?I knew you were paying attention.?

?That’s not how it works.?

I says it plainly and looks down at my problem book.

Then Sendai-san raised the temperature setting of the air conditioner.

?It’s hot today when you raise the temperature.?

?Then take them off.?

I look next to the stream with a sense of deja vu.

I remember having a similar conversation before summer vacation over the temperature setting of the air conditioner.

That time, Sendai-san lowered the temperature setting and I raised it.

?I’ll do so.?

The light shirt is just to regulate the temperature, and I wore a T-shirt underneath so that I can take it off at any time. So I took off my shirt without hesitation.

?And what about Sendai-san??

?It’s not too hot to do something about it.?

?That’s full of lies.?

?I’m fine, and I’ll adjust to Miyagi.?

When she says so, Sendai-san raises the temperature again.

?It’s fine for me, but it’s hot for you, isn’t it, Sendai-san??

?It’s nothing.?

That shouldn’t be the case.

The temperature at which I am neither hot nor cold must be hot for Sendai-san, who usually complains that I should lower the temperature of the air conditioner.

Maybe she has a specific place in her mind where she wants this conversation to arrive, and I am being led there. Unless Sendai-san says the line she has decided on, the temperature in the room will not change and this conversation will probably never end.

The initiative has been with Sendai-san ever since the summer vacation.

I don’t like it.

And now I have added to the list of things I don’t like that I don’t know what her purpose is.

I can’t keep up with her.

I solve the problems I’m trying to do and fill in the blanks in my problem book.

?Miyagi.?

The person who said she was going to study seriously reaches over and closes the problem book she was working on.

It is not my intention to follow Sendai-san.

But I am sure that if we let it go, it will only depress Sendai-san and not make things interesting.

?It’s really hot, isn’t it? It’ll be cooler if you take it off.?

I say the words that Sendai-san would have wanted me to say.

?If you want to take it off, Miyagi can make me take it off or order me to take it off.?

?You don’t have the right to tell me what to do.?

?I’ll give you the right to command the temperature in this room for the amount of time you’ve been setting it for me.?

Sendai-san has been arrogant since the summer vacation.

She acts as if she is the ruler of this room and decides everything at will. It’s a big deal to give her rights, and I don’t want her to have rights now.

The rights that Sendai-san is giving me are not the rights I bought.

The summer vacation is special, and the price for the 5,000 yen is tutoring.

It is different from the usual after-school hours.

She teases me and that’s it.

It is not surprising that such a future awaits us.

?You won’t give me orders??

Sendai-san asks, as if waiting for a predetermined answer.

She is within easy touching distance if I reach out.

Just like on a rainy day, I should be able to remove her clothes if I wanted to.

I almost reach for it and stop.

My palms were damp as if wet from the rain, and I stared at Sendai-san.

?If I order you to, will you undress??

?In that case??

Sendai-san chuckles.

But it was a smile as thin as a flyer destined to be thrown away, and I have no idea what she is thinking.

Sendai-san’s words are like a maze. There seems to be a number of paths to choose from, but there is only one path leading to the exit.

Reluctantly, I speak the lines she has prepared.

?Then, orders. Undress.?

Shorts and blouse.

Sendai-san, dressed similarly to when she first came to this room during summer vacation, unbuttoned her blouse without hesitation.

One, two, three.

She tries to take off her blouse by removing everything under it as well.

?Wait. Hold it.?

Reflexively, I pull up her blouse, which is about to fall off her shoulders.

?Miyagi, don’t grab my hair. It hurts.?

Sendai-san says with a calm voice and expression.

Indeed, I had her hair in my hand, along with her blouse. But that is a small problem, and I speak of the bigger problem.

?Why are you taking off your clothes??

?Miyagi gave the order, didn’t you??

?Yes, but you know these orders are a joke, right??

?Even if you were joking, it doesn’t change the fact that you gave the orders.?

Sendai-san shakes off my hand and tries to take off her blouse.

I made the order.

But I didn’t expect Sendai-san to really take off her clothes just by uttering the lines I had prepared.

I neither wanted to undress Sendai-san nor to see her naked.

I didn’t think of that now.

And yet, my heart starts working so hard that I can almost hear the blood flowing, and I look away.

?What’s the reason you’re not looking at me??

?Normally, people usually don’t stare at someone taking their clothes off.?

?When has Miyagi ever been normal??

?What’s that, you want me to watch??

?It’s not like that, but I was just disgusted because you suddenly looked the other way. Anyway, turn around.?

I am the one who can make her obey, and Sendai-san’s words are not an order. Her words are something that can be ignored.

Still, I turn my gaze to Sendai-san.

?If you stare at me, it’s hard to take off.?

?Sendai-san, you complain a lot.?

When I said this, Sendai-san laughed and said yes, and took off her unbuttoned blouse.

Slowly, her shoulders are exposed.

Ahead of my gaze, the only thing covering Sendai-san’s upper body is her brassiere.

What temperature did you set the air conditioner to?

I feel a little hot and something unimportant comes to mind.

Sendai-san drops the blouse in her hand on the floor and ruffles her hair in a depressing manner.

I clutched my damp hands, almost thinking how beautiful she was.

The temperature has been over thirty degrees since this morning. It was what is called a midsummer day, and it was so hot that if you opened a window, you would die from the heat. However, the room maintained the right temperature for Sendai-san.

The temperature has risen a little now, but there is no need to take off one’s clothes anywhere. Nevertheless, Sendai-san took off her clothes. I can only assume that the heat has short-circuited my brain and all the screws are melting and going crazy. I have been acting strange ever since summer vacation, but today was the strangest day yet.

I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t want to go crazy too.

Why would Sendai-san do this?

I wanted to know, but I felt I should not.