Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 64: I can do this kind of thing with Sendai-san — 64

Chapter 64: I can do this kind of thing with Sendai-san — 64

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

?School starts tomorrow, so do your prep work.?

Sendai-san points to a textbook with the tip of her pen.

?…I’ll give you 5,000 yen later.?

Words slip out that I had no intention of uttering.

I shouldn’t give her 5,000 yen, and I shouldn’t even kiss her. And beyond, of course. And Sendai-san should and probably will refuse. Looking ahead, we must end today without incident.

I tried to convince myself by laying out the obvious. But there is a part of me that wants to deny all of it.

?How do you think you’ll be allowed to do that later??

After saying this, Sendai-san put her pen on the table.

?I’ll give it to you now if you want it.?

My body moves according to the words that easily come out of my mouth.

But as I tried to stand up, Sendai-san pulled on my arm.

?Because later or now, it’s too late.?

What for?

The words I was about to utter were held back by soft lips. It was a kiss at a time I hadn’t thought about, and a heartbeat echoed in my head.

Why?

Lips part before one question comes to mind and disappears.

?I didn’t give you that order.?

I said something I never intended to ask and looks at Sendai-san.

?I know.?

?If you know what you’re doing, don’t do it on your own.?

?Is that an order??

?An order.?

?I see. But, I didn’t get 5,000 yen and Miyagi can’t order me around.?

?That’s why, I’m giving it—?

?I told you it was too late for that.?

Sendai-san’s voice cancels out the words I was about to say and grabs me by the arm.

It was so strong that her fingers were digging in, and my second arm hurt. But before I could tell her I was in pain, Sendai-san said.

?Miyagi should think a little more about what she’s doing.?

I didn’t have time to think about what her words meant.

The distance between me and Sendai-san was reduced to zero by her, and our lips overlapped. It presses hard, and my body leans back. I wasn’t pushed down, and I didn’t mean to fall down myself, but I found myself on the floor with my back to the floor.

?Don’t try to bite me.?

Sendai-san says with a very serious look in her eyes.

As soon as her face came closer, I knew what she was referring to.

Her long hair tickles my neck and cheeks.

I reach up and pull the hair that obstructs my view over Sendai-san’s ears. Before I could close my eyes, our lips met, and soon something different and softer than lips touched me. Without needing to confirm it, it was on the tip of her tongue, splitting her lips and entering my mouth.

Her tongue, which apparently doesn’t know the word “reserved,” moves inside her mouth.

It has the right amount of hardness, and it touches my tongue, transmitting the slimy sensation to my brain as if it were magnified. I could clearly feel that a part of Sendai-san’s body was inside me, which was not unpleasant but not pleasant either.

I would have bristled at the tongue moving around without hesitation by now. But Sendai-san’s words were a stopper and I could not set my teeth on it.

Feeling suffocated, I grabbed Sendai-san’s clothes, and her lips parted.

?This kind of thing, I think, is no good.?

I push her shoulders to keep her away and tell her in a small voice.

?I think so as well.?

Sendai-san did not complain that she had to accept it. Instead, she brings her face close to mine again. I scream louder than before, because the action is completely different from the words.

?Sendai-san!?

?You should call me Hazuki in these situations. Shiori.?

?I won’t call you that, don’t call me like that.?

?Miyagi is really stingy, huh??

Sendai-san says with a sigh. Then, as if it were a matter of course, she brought her face close to mine.

?…Want me to keep going??

Instead of saying no, I throw vague words at her.

?Because Miyagi tried to do something like that.?

?Something like what??

Knowing what it is, she ask.

?You tried to kiss me earlier.?

Sendai-san’s fingertips caress my lips.

There was an area between us that we were not allowed to step into. It was clear, but it was replaced by something terribly unclear after the summer break, and now we are about to step into that territory.

The trigger must have been that day when I touched Sendai-san so much that I thought I had gone too far.

?Miyagi.?

A voice calls to me, so serious that I would normally laugh.

She wasn’t explicitly told to do that kind of thing.

But I knew that we were going to do that.

Sendai-san’s face comes closer and he kisses me deeply again.

Our tongues meet and overlap as our gazes meet. The kiss, in which I feel the contours of Sendai-san more than ever, seems more pleasant than before.

Is it ten seconds or twenty seconds?

Or is it one minute?

I’m not sure, but our lips part, and I kiss her back.

There is no question of a kiss without the intervention of five thousand yen.

It should be funny, but it is surprisingly natural, and it feels as if it is natural for our lips to lock.

When we pulled our faces apart, Sendai-san’s breathing was erratic.

My breathing was also irregular.

I tried to regulate it, but it did not work. I am sure it is the same for Sendai-san.

?My back hurts.?

I say to cover up my shallow breathing.

?You should at least put up with that.?

I think it is terrible, but perhaps Sendai-san is right.

If I went to bed and did what I did, I might change my mind. That’s how far removed we are from these things.

I think the time to turn back is now.

If I push Sendai-san’s shoulder, raise my body, and look at my textbook, I will know it never happened.

The last day of summer vacation.

It’s not a good idea to do this on August 31, a day that will be remembered for a long time.

It will stay in my head as if it were an anniversary.

I know that.

But I think it’s okay to do these things by chance and whim, since our relationship started by a combination of several coincidences and my whim riding on it—— It should be, probably, alright.

Sendai-san’s lips touch my neck.

She press against me and lightly set my teeth against them.

Her lips have touched the same place, but the sensation is different.

I cringe and my spine stretches.

The tip of her tongue touches it, and I become aware of it only there. The dampness I feel on my neck is unsettling. Her lips move to crawl up the neck to the collarbone. Sometimes, the teeth are set as if to check, and the sucking is strong.

Sendai-san’s exhaled breath and the repeated kisses dropped on me caused a voice I had never let out before to escape, and I bit my lip in a panic.

For a moment, Sendai-san stops moving.

She looks up and our eyes meet.

I thought she was going to say something, but Sendai-san didn’t say anything. She remains silent and rolls up her T-shirt.

I feel Sendai-san’s heat directly on my side.

I’m not going to call her Hazuki by name, but I’m not going to stop her hand from moving upward.

There’s an atmosphere, isn’t there?

I think vaguely while kissing Sendai-san.

I heard her sounded harder than usual.

It’s the way she breathe.

The way she kisses differently than I commands.

The small differences add up and make me realize that what she was doing now is special.

My hand that has entered her T-shirt was familiar with her body, as if it were natural to do so. No longer hesitant to surrender herself to the hands that melted her rationality, I snuck my hands inside her blouse in the same way and touched Sendai-san’s back directly.

?Miyagi, it’s ticklish.?

Sendai-san looks at me with an unusually spare look.

?I’m ticklish too.?

We know that beyond this tickling, beyond the creeping sickening, there is something pleasant.

I run my fingers along the spine. As I stroke up halfway up her back, my heart jumps when I hear a small, gravelly voice from Sendai-san.

?I’m ticklish there.?

Sendai-san puts her hand on my chest as if to mend it.

My underwear has not been removed yet.

And yet, I feel as if I have been touched directly, and my face heats up.

Whether small or big.

I have never cared about such things, but I am a little concerned about what Sendai-san would think about it. But when I looked at her face, I couldn’t tell what she thought, just a little red in the cheeks.

I can’t tell what she thought, except that her cheeks are a little red and her hands are trying to slip behind my back.

I lifted my shoulders slightly and Sendai-san’s hand almost went around my back, but before it could get to the hook, the intercom rang.

?Do you mind??

Sendai-san asks.

?Beats me. It’s just a solicitation or something.?

?I don’t care either way.?

I knew immediately what the words meant.

It meant that I had a choice to continue or answer the call on the intercom.

The intercom, which usually does not ring so many times, continues to ring insistently.

Sendai-san says I am quick to run away, but even she is running away from choosing. It always forces me to make a choice.

I don’t have to think about it.

I get up, answer the intercom call, and that’s it. I can’t just talk to the person who chimes in and then say, well, let’s continue.

?Miyagi.?

I heard a quiet voice and I pushed her shoulder.

?Sendai-san is lacking of enthusiasm?

I am no different from Sendai-san when I say so. There was no way I could have any enthusiasm, so I followed my reason, called by the chime, and woke up my body.

I pick up the receiver, which is stuck to the wall, and silence the chime that keeps ringing. When I hear the person on the other side of the entrance and listen to what they have to say, it was still a silly solicitation and I immediately put down the receiver.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I took a small deep breath and turned around to find Sendai-san reading a comic book with the bed against her.

?It was a solicitation.?

?I see.?

Only a curt voice returned.

She doesn’t look at me, but I wish I could see her face.

?Sendai-san.?

?What??

She responds, but her gaze remains downcast.

?It’s nothing.?

I wished I could have touched Sendai-san, who never showed me her face, and I wished I could have been touched a little more, and I felt a little regret on an afternoon when that seemed unlikely to happen again.