ăSendai-san, do I really have to choose among these?ă
ăI can give you something else, but I wonât give you anything but a skirt.ă
Miyagi raises an eyebrow at my words.
The promised Sunday.
On my bed are three skirts that have survived, eliminated by Miyagi, who complained that this one is too short, this one is too long, and this one is too colorful.
I didnât think she would go along with the dressing up.
We were going out to dinner in the evening, and I thought two people would be better than one to pass the time until then, so I approached Miyagi and she answered,ăWhat am I going to do?ăI asked her to let me do her makeup or dress her up. I didnât force her to choose one or the other, and if she said she didnât like it, I would have given up, but Miyagi chose to dress up and is in a bad mood on her own.
ăWhy donât you try the one in the middle?ă
I call out to Miyagi, who looks so stern that my skirt makes me feel sorry for her, and point to her mimolee-length flared skirt.
ăI donât want to.ă
ăSo, do you want to go without any clothes?ă
ăThatâs, Thatâs just perverted.ă
ăIf you donât like it, pick any of them. I can bring out the other skirts again.ă
Iâm not obsessed with skirts, but I havenât seen Miyagi in a skirt for a while, and Iâd like to see her in one if sheâs even remotely in the mood for it.
ăâŚIâll take the middle one. Iâm gonna get dressed, so get out.ă
Miyagi blurts out a reply and pushes my body as if to expel me. I left the room meekly, as it seemed that if I said something stupid like changing her clothes in front of me, it would mean that the talk of going out to eat had never happened.
She is too honest these days.
If it were anyone else, I wouldnât say sheâs being too honest about something like this. But the other party is Miyagi. I think itâs scary straightforward, considering what weâve been through. Maybe Iâm just out of my mind with the heat because itâs been so unbelievably hot in May.
I lean against the door.
My skirt, longer than Miyagiâs choice, sways.
Itâs almost June and soon it will be July, and the heat could make Miyagi even crazier. No, I think we should go crazy. The rebellious Miyagi is not bad, but I also want to enjoy her honesty.
ăIâm done.ă
I heard her voice as I was thinking what Miyagi might kick my leg if she heard it, and I opened the door and entered the room.
A fluffy flared skirt and a grumpy face.
Miyagi is in front of the bed, looking even worse mood than before she got dressed.
Miyagi was wearing the middle skirt she had chosen, although I was surprised that she could look more uncomfortable in someoneâs clothes than she did when she was splashed with muddy water splashed up by a car on a rainy day.
ăIt suits you. Itâs cute.ă
ăYou donât have to say that.ă
ăIâm sure youâd at least tell me how you feel about it. Since weâre here, why donât you change your top too?ă
The light sweatshirt she is wearing matches the skirt, but I would like to have more fun dressing her up.
ăLetâs just keep going. Better yet, letâs just go.ă
Miyagi says in an unfriendly voice.
ăThen, where are we going?ă
I would love to dress Miyagi in whatever clothes I want from top to bottom, put on makeup, and toy with her as much as I want, but todayâs goal is to eat. If I do anything to put her in a bad mood any more, I will only get into trouble.
ăA nearby family restaurant is fine. I donât want to go too far.ă
Miyagi keeps looking at her legs to see if her skirt is bothering her.
ăOkay. Weâll go to a family restaurant.ă
I leave the room with Miyagi and head for the front door.
As I put on my shoes and opened the door, my clothes were pulled off.
ăWhat should I wear?ă
Miyagi looks at me with a difficult look on her face.
ăSneakers would be fine.ă
ăOkay.ă
Miyagi pulls out a pair of sneakers from the shoe box and puts them on. I looked at her whole body and told her what I thought of her, that she was cute, again, and she pushed me out the front door.
We headed down the stairs to the diner.
As we both walk around in our skirts, it reminds me of high school. Although we rarely walked together in uniform, it was somehow a little nostalgic to see Miyagi next to me in her skirt. It reminds me of after school.
Miyagi didnât speak.
She is walking along the road leading to the family restaurant without saying a word.
The sound of cars driving and childrenâs voices.
I hear so many different sounds that I donât mind the lack of conversation between us. The city is hot for May, hot for me because there is no wind, but Miyagi seems to be fine. She moved forward, onward, forward she go. She walks too fast when she could be slower.
I want to grab Miyagiâs hand and make her slow down her walking speed.
I almost reach out my hand and stop.
I walk at her speed.
Since sheâs in a pleasant mood, I donât want to do anything that will make her shake my hand off. There is plenty of time to get to the diner in no time, even if the meal is over quickly.
That is, if Miyagi is up to it.
ăWhat are we going to do after we eat?ă
I asked Miyagi, who was hurrying ahead.
ăIâll think about it after I eat.ă
Mouthing a not-so-good reply, Miyagi entered the family restaurant.
She looked at the menu and ordered.
We talk a little about college and tutoring.
Miyagi was mostly a listener, but if I asked her, she would tell me about the books she had bought or about her college. I canât say Iâm having a great conversation, but I donât care because I havenât had one since high school. But even if I didnât talk, the meal went quickly, and we were back home again within an hour or so of leaving.
ăSo, have you decided what to do?ă
I take off my shoes at the entrance and ask Miyagi.
ăCan I go to your room? And Iâm returning your skirt back.ă
ăItâs okay.ă
Miyagi is still strange these days. She comes to my room and sits next to me. She is often in a bad mood, but she is always nearby, no matter what. Today, too, she is coming to my room.
I donât know what Miyagi is thinking.
But I am happy about it.
ăMiyagi, do you need anything to drink?ă
I stop in the common space and look at Miyagi.
ăI donât need one.ă
I get a curt answer and go to my room. I turn on the light and wonder if I should turn on the air conditioner. It is still May, no matter how hot it is. Considering the temperature, it seems like it would be a good idea to turn on the air conditioner, but I donât want to, because I feel that using an air conditioner at this time of the year is a terribly bad idea.
ăSendai-san.ă
Miyagi, who used the bed as a chair, called me over to sit next to her and kicked me in the leg. I had no choice but to sit on the floor and look up at Miyagi.
ăWhat is this?ă
ăLick my feet.ă
ăI havenât heard that order in a long while. But I donât have to do those orders.ă
There is no more five thousand yen between us.
There is only our relationship as roommates.
ăA punishment game. Sendai-san, if I hadnât told you, you wouldnât have kept your promise to go out for dinner.ă
ăI was just a little late in keeping my word, but I said I kept my word without being told.ă
ăThen, instead of a skirtâŚă
Miyagi says in a low voice.
She is clearly in a worse mood than before she left home.
ăA skirt?ă
ăYes. I became a dress-up doll by doing Sendai-sanâs bidding, so now Sendai-san should do my bidding.ă
I understand now.
Thatâs why she honestly put on the skirt.
Now I realize the meaning of Miyagiâs acceptance of my proposal despite her complaints. I donât think she was thinking of having me lick her feet from the beginning, but she was definitely trying to get me to do something in the name of an exchange.
ăYou can order me around, but I wonât take weird orders.ă
ăItâs a little late for that, isnât it? Youâve done it many times. Sendai-san, you like my feet, donât you?ă
When I told her she was dressed cute and not cute, Miyagi kicked me in the shoulder and crossed her legs. The hem of her skirt swung and my eyes were drawn to her legs. My consciousness jumps to my high school days and Miyagiâs room comes to mind.
I almost reached for her leg and clasped my own hand. Itâs not a good idea to do something like that now. But I can also tell from Miyagiâs attitude that she is not going to step back.
ăItâs strange that Sendai-san doesnât listen to me when I do what you say.ă
I exhaled a small breath so Miyagi doesnât notice.
ăâŚFrom the part where I take off your socks?ă
ăYes.ă
ăAlright.ă
I squeeze my eyes shut, then open them.
I remove Miyagiâs socks and bring my face close to her with my hands on her heels. My vision fills up with healthy feet that are not too white, and I press my lips against the back of the foot.
In the middle and the base of her toes.
After a few kisses, a strong voice descends,ăLick me properly.ă
If possible, I would have avoided these situations. Today, the act of licking her foot seems terribly graphic.
But it canât be helped because Miyagi insists on licking hers and wonât budge.
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As I licked up to the base with the tip of her index toe and the tip of my tongue, I could feel Miyagiâs body heat coming through and my body temperature seemed to rise as well. I wish I had turned on the air conditioner, but I canât do that now.
As I pulled her skirt up to her knees, my heart thudded loudly at the sight of her knees, which I hadnât seen in a long time.
I slide my hand from heel to sole. As I slowly stroked my fingers to the base, Miyagi called me in a gruff voice,ăSendai-san.ăI kiss the back of her leg and press the tip of my tongue against it. I let my tongue crawl to the ankle and drop kisses on the shin.
My heartbeat is so loud Iâd think there was a speaker attached to it.
I exhale and inhale briefly.
I stick my tongue under the knee and lick where the bone is. When I ran my fingers down her calf and stroked the back of her knee, Miyagiâs leg jumped. Her foot tries to run away like it doesnât want to, so I grab the calf hard and lick up along the bone. Kissing the hard knee, I pull my face away.
ăLetâs continueâŚă
Miyagi kicks me in the shoulder.
ăImpossible.ă
ăWhy?ă
ăWhy not? Weâre done.ă
ăDonât just end it on your own.ă
ăIf I can lick everything but your feet, I can keep doing it.ă
ăThatâs not an order. Lick my feet.ă
Miyagi grumbled, breaking her crossed legs and placing me on her thighs as if to ask me to lick her.
For the moment, I made an effort to remain rational.
But I canât go any further.
Instead of the screws holding reason in place loosening, I hear the sound of reason crumbling. The screws, which were originally prone to loosening, have rolled off somewhere in this room and are hiding under their breath so as not to be found. No, I have no intention of looking for it myself. Reason melts like ice from the crumbled parts and will not return to normal in this hot room.
I move Miyagiâs feet and stand up.
ăWhat?ă
I hear a voice and after a little hesitation, I put her right knee on the bed. I put my hand on Miyagiâs shoulder and push lightly. I knew it, but her back was not attached to the bed.
Since we have lived together, we have talked and eaten together to a lesser extent and have maintained our relationship as roommates. I am dissatisfied with this relationship, but wants to continue to maintain it. I have tried to think so.
ăIâm not denying that.ă
I have always had evil feelings and I sometimes dream about such things.
Thatâs why I said I would not follow this order.
This is happening because Miyagi has been acting strangely lately, giving me strange orders.
It is as if this evil feeling was fostered by Miyagi, and she canât let it get to this point and then pretend she donât know about it. I properly refused. Miyagi is to blame because she ignored my words.
ăMove.ă
Miyagi says in a strong tone.
ăWhat do you do if I move out of the way?ă
ăReturning to my room.ă
ăThen, I wonât move.ă
ăJust move.ă
Her sharp eyes and her low voice.
But she didnât kick or bite me.
She doesnât push me away and run away. Maybe itâs because she know I wouldnât do something that Miyagi would really dislike. I donât want to betray that trust, though.
ăââMiyagi.ă
My voice is snatched.
I slowly, take my time.
I think I should wait until she at least let me in the room before approaching Miyagi, but I donât think I can wait for a day when I donât know when that will be. I want to approach Miyagi at the speed of running through the wind.
ăPlease, forgive me for what Iâm about to do.ă