Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 84: What Miyagi doesnt say — 84

Chapter 84: What Miyagi doesn't say — 84

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

Miyagi came to visit.

It was an event that came out of the blue, but that was all. Without a storm coming or a natural disaster, I am called to Miyagi and continued to go to her room.

Nothing has changed from before I caught a cold.

Miyagi is still next to me in November.

There were unexpected things that happened during those days.

Now that the midterm tests are over, Miyagi is still studying diligently.

The mid-term test results she showed me were not bad, though not enough to aim for the same university. If Miyagi has the university of her choice, she should not fail. So I thought she would say she was done with her studies, but she continues to study as before.

It was no surprise that she was studying for an entrance exam, but Miyagi did not want to devote more effort than necessary to her studies. It seems a strange sight to see such a woman devoting more effort to study than she does to maintain the status quo.

I bite into a piece of potato chips I bought at a convenience store.

Was she going to change her school of choice?

Miyagi coldly said she would not change the question she’s asked here today.

I pull another potato chip out of the bag on the table.

?Open your mouth, Miyagi.?

I don’t know why she keeps studying more than she should, but I offer potato chips in front of Miyagi, who is staring at her textbook with a difficult expression on her face.

?Eat it yourself.?

When I bought potato chips a long time ago, Miyagi said the same thing and ate the chips herself. Today, as if to trace the action, I took a bag of potato chips out of the bag and brings them to her mouth.

?Come on, eat this one.?

?It’s fine.?

Miyagi is overtly unhappy.

If I force her to pry open her mouth and throw a potato chip into it, she will definitely get angry.

Miyagi is cold to me without a cold.

If I had a cold today, if I had a fever, I would think she would be a little kinder to me. In fact, I remember that when I caught a cold, I told Miyagi that I was quite selfish, but she never got angry with me.

I was deeply moved to think that even though I had to be sick, she could still be kind to me. And I would like her to be nice to me, a non-sick person.

?It’s not fine. Open your mouth so I can feed you.?

I bring a potato chip to Miyagi’s mouth. But her mouth remains closed.

Miyagi, like a misanthropic stray cat, does not always do what I want. If I approach her, she runs away, and if I touch her, she bites you. Most of the time, all I get is pain.

Miyagi decided to do something for me, even if it was on a whim. It was limited to that day, but I saw Miyagi like that, so I expect it.

?Miyagi.?

When I pressed the flabby potato chip to her lips, Miyagi opened her mouth with a look of sincere disgust on her face.

Thinking that I was in for a rare treat, I shoved a potato chip between her thinly opened lips. Soon the flimsy snack disappear from my fingertips, and Miyagi frowns as if she had eaten something bad.

It was worth the trouble to buy them. At the same time, I wish she looked more delighted. But my frustration is offset by the fact that Miyagi ate things out of my hand.

I am not feeding her, but it makes me want to give her more things. I even feel that if I continue to feed her potato chips, she will want to meet me for food after we graduate.

I pick up another piece of potato chip and bring it to Miyagi’s mouth.

?Okay.?

Miyagi looks at me with a face that could have had a piece of paper on it saying that, though I don’t say that she still intends to continue. Then she opened her mouth in disgust.

When I brought a potato chip close to her, it disappeared with a small sound.

As it is, when I pressed my finger against Miyagi’s lips, her brow wrinkles.

She looks hardly accepting, but I move the tip of my finger as if tracing her lips. Then Miyagi bristled at my fingers like she was eating potato chips.

It was within my expectations, but it hurt a lot.

Lately I have been touching Miyagi’s lips and getting bitten like this. Today, I even went out of my way to buy potato chips to do this.

The reason is simple: I haven’t kissed Miyagi since that day when I was in bed with a cold. Since then, Miyagi has plainly rejected me in this way whenever I do anything that might lead to a kiss.

?Miyagi, it hurts.?

The words I told her, meaning that I wanted her to stop, did not reach Miyagi. Her teeth sink further into my fingertips.

?You can lick it anyway.?

Touching the tip of the tongue with a gnawed finger frees the finger from Miyagi’s teeth.

?You won’t lick it for me??

?I won’t.?

Miyagi looks down at her notebook. She adds letters to the problems she is trying to solve and flips through the textbook.

Miyagi never licks my fingers on her own.

If I tell her to lick me, she stops biting my fingertips.

I think her response is easy to understand.

But I don’t know why she keeps avoiding the kiss.

It’s not that I really want to kiss Miyagi, but it’s not that I don’t want to. I would like to if I could, but Miyagi doesn’t seem to think so. She have kissed me many times before and refuses to do so, even though it is not something she would refuse to do now.

I don’t know why Miyagi is so stubbornly trying to keep me from kissing her, and I am sure that even if I asked her, she would not answer me. If I try to force her to ask, she will order me not to ask questions and that will be the end of it.

Miyagi is always unfair.

She won’t let me kiss her, but she will check the pendant. She orders me to do whatever she wants, such as unbuttoning the third button and touching my breasts, which I have no right to veto. Of course, when I ask to touch her, she won’t let me. The terms of the exchange are still missing somewhere.

Miyagi should not have been nice to me because I had a cold. She should not have even accepted a kiss. She didn’t resist, as usual, so I keep expecting her to.

?Miyagi.?

I poke her on the shoulder and make her turn around.

?What? I’m studying.?

Twist a finger into the mouth that moves in a cumbersome manner.

?Lick it.?

When I said this, Miyagi bit my finger.

Ouch.

The force of the teeth pinching my fingers is stronger than before.

With her free hand, she stroke my cheek and crawl behind my ear.

Pulling on my earlobe, my finger bite loosened and Miyagi pressed my fingertips against her tongue.

?I said lick it, not bite it.?

It’s not an order.

I have no right to make Miyagi obey me, so I’m just asking. So Miyagi can bite my finger again, or she can grab my arm and pull my finger out. She had every right to do so. But Miyagi did neither of those things and did as I asked.

Something warm and raw sticks to my fingertips.

Her tongue presses against it and slides gently.

The raw sensation of the mucous membrane touching the fingers causes the nerves to gather in the wet area.

It shouldn’t be that hot, but it is, and the tips of my fingers are burning hot. I feel as if heat is building up inside my body, as if I am being held by Miyagi’s body temperature.

I slowly pull my finger out and touch my lips, and she licks my index finger up to the second joint.

I don’t want to say it out loud because if I told Miyagi she would be offended, but I think this girl is so erotic.

I have had my fingers licked like this in the past.

But I didn’t think of it as erotic at the time, so I know I’m looking at Miyagi with different eyes than I have in the past.

She pressed my fingertips to her lips again. As I tried to push my fingers into her mouth, Miyagi roughly grabbed my arm and pulled as hard as she could.

?It’s enough, do you think??

Miyagi says, clawing so hard I can see it through my blazer.

?If I tell you it’s not good, will you lick it again??

?Sendai-san’s knows she don’t have the right to order me around, right??

?I know that.?

When I honestly acknowledges Miyagi’s words, the hand that had been clamped on my arm leaves. Then, the detached hand pulled two tissues from the box with the crocodile cover.

?Wipe it off.?

I wiped my fingers as I was told with the tissue I was given, rolled up the paper scraps and threw them in the trash. I made a clean shot, and as if waiting for it, Miyagi said.

?Now, Sendai-san, lick my fingers. That’s an order.?

A fingertip is pressed against my lips and I touch it with my tongue instead of saying?okay.?

Slowly crawl my tongue up to the second joint of her index finger, just as Miyagi did.

If I press hard enough, I can feel the hardness of the bone.

I lightly bristled and Miyagi tried to pull away, and I grabbed her hand. I put my lips on the back of her hand as it was.

I wonder how Miyagi sees me now.

What is she thinking and feeling when she looks at me?

I would like to take a peek into her heart.

?That’s enough, Sendai-san.?

Miyagi says casually and withdraws her hand.

I pull her hand away and bites her fingertips.

As it was, I put my fingers in my mouth and the crocodile box pressed around my collarbone.

?That’s enough!?

Gulping and crocodile-pressed, I released Miyagi’s fingers.

?I wouldn’t mind continuing.?

I takes the crocodile from Miyagi and catches her hand. I tried again to bring my lips to the fingers, but the hand I had caught quickly escaped.

?No need to continue. Just stop.?

?Why??

?What do you mean, why, Sendai-san is a bit…?

?A bit??

?It’s nothing.?

The rest of the words, cut off in mid-sentence, go unannounced.

?The crocodile, give it back.?

I do as I am told and hand over the covered box of tissues. Miyagi wipes her fingers and the trash is returned, not the crocodile.

?Tell me the rest of it.?

I throw the scrap of paper I received into the trash. But this time the chute comes off and I go to pick up the trash.

?Sendai-san is a pervert.?

?That’s definitely not a continuation.?

I sat back down next to her and stroked the crocodile box that Miyagi was holding.

?Hey, Miyagi. Did you feel good just now??

?You’re too loud, Sendai-san. I’m going to study, so shut up already.?

I know.

Miyagi never says it feels good.

Still, I wished I had felt that way.