ăIs Sendai-san so perverted that she would come all the way here to be ordered around?ă
Go home.
I must have said that words once, but I couldnât say them out loud.
ăBecause theyâre not as good as Miyagi. So, will you give orders? Or not?ă
Sendai-san, who should not be able to look at me, stares at me through the monitor, forcing me to choose.
I couldnât bear the thought of her no longer coming to this room for no reason, so I gave Sendai-san a good reason to stop coming before spring break arrived. But she is now on the other end of the intercom.
It is easy to turn away Sendai-san.
But if she leaves, she wonât come back.
ăââIâll open it now.ă
I donât know what she was planning, but Sendai-san was here.
So Iâm just going to let her in the room.
Iâm not trying to keep her.
ăThank you.ă
With that, Sendai-sanâs image disappears at the monitor. Soon after, the chime rings, and when I open the door, Sendai-san is there.
Before she takes off her shoes, she shows me a small paper bag.
ăHere, how is it?ă
Sendai-san says to confirm it.
Inside the paper bag are the clothes I gave her that day, and I am still the one who chooses what to do with them.
Sendai-san is waiting for my answer.
ăYou came here under my orders.ă
As I turned away without accepting the paper bag, I hear the door close and lock.
ăThatâs how itâs done.ă
I hear a voice, neither heavy nor light, and I head for my room to leave her behind. Naturally, I hear footsteps behind me, and as I open the door to my room, Sendai-san slides in as well. Then she sat down on the bed she always occupied.
ăNothing has changed in your room.ă
Sendai-san says sincerely as if she has not been here for a year, even though it has been less than a month since then.
ăThereâs no need of changing.ă
ăWell, youâre right.ă
She said lightly, like petals dancing in the wind, and picked up the manga on her pillow.
ăAhh, this is the manga from back then. Were you reading it?ă
I should have put it away.
I regret leaving the manga on the bed for her to read it when she first came to this room.
But it was too late for now.
ăWhat if I read it?ă
ăNothing.ă
She is not laughing, but her voice is a little higher than usual.
Probably, she was amused.
I hate this kind of thing about Sendai-san.
ăSpeaking of which, whatâs the reason you havenât called me for a week?ă
Casually.
Sendai-san asks me, flipping through the pages of the manga, without reading it.
ăSometimes I just donât call you that much.ă
ăYouâve never not called me for a week before. There must be a reason.ă
ăBecause itâs the third year.ă
I utter an answer thatâs not exact, but not obviously wrong either.
ăDid you go to a cram school?ă
ăâŚI didnât go to.ă
I donât plan to go to any cram schools.
I didnât like studying that much and I didnât have a strong will that I really wanted to go college. If there was a college I could slip into, that would be fine, and if not, I would think about it then.
Iâm not sure if she was satisfied with my answer or not, but Sendai-san said,ăHmmm,ăclosed the comic she was flipping through the pages, and mentioned Maikaâs family name.
ăYouâre in a class with Utsunomiya, right.ă
ăThatâs right, I am.ă
I never told Sendai-san that I was in the same class as Maika, nor did I have the chance to tell her. Still, the fact that she knows this fact means that she may have taken the trouble to look for my name in the list of names on the opening day of school.
No, I was from the first class and Sendai was from the second class, so the probability should be more likely that she knew my name as she was searching for it.
I take the manga from Sendai-sanâs hand.
Thatâs not it.
It doesnât matter anyway.
I put the manga back on the bookshelf to drive out any extraneous thoughts that try to stay in my head.
ăYou must be disappointed that I am not with you.ă
As I look at the neatly arranged books, I hear a teasing voice.
ăI didnât.ă
ăReally? Because I did.ă
I turned to look at the weightless voice, and Sendai-san chuckled.
ăLies.ă
ăIâm not lying.ă
She said deliberately and came next to me and took a manga from the bookshelf. I took the book and put it back where it was, and ask.
ăBy orders you mean, any orders, right?ă
ăWhy are you asking me that now?ă
ăItâs not 5,000 yen today.ă
ăAs always, itâs fine.ă
Sendai-san says with the same face she has as before the spring break.
I looked out at the window and saw that sky had turned red. The house next door and the apartment a few houses away were also painted in the same red as the sky.
In spring, the days are a little longer than in winter.
Fan heaters are no longer in use.
Sendai-san was still wearing her blazer, as if it wasnât hot enough.
I close the curtains to isolate this room from the sunset-colored world. Then I sat on my bed.
ăSit there.ă
I pointed to the front of the bed, and Sendai-san did as she was told, sitting down on the floor and grabbing my legs.
ăTake off my socks and lick my feet, right?ă
ăYou know exactly what I am talking about.ă
ăYou like this kind of order, donât you?ă
ăItâs not that I donât like them. Itâs just that I donât have any other suitable commands.ă
ăHeeh.ă
With a suspicious look in her eyes, I kick Sendai-sanâs shoulder and say,ăHurry up.ă
ăIâm against violence.ă
ăViolence is not included.ă
I thought she was going to say something back, but she silently put her hand on my leg. She took off my socks and put her hand on my heel. Sendai-san exhaled, her breath blowing onto my toes, and something warm and soft touched me.
A pressed tongue wet my toes.
The tongue crawling slowly toward the back of my foot was a little uncomfortable. But it was nice to see Sendai-san licking my feet.
I donât know about the second class.
But I am sure she must be at the top of the caste in the next class and must be having a good time with Ibaraki-san. Such a girl is licking my feet right now.
The tip of her tongue is pressed against it.
On the skin, I felt Sendai-sanâs body heat more than ever.
Our heat collided with each other, melting and becoming mine.
The tongue goes to the ankle.
The room is a little hot, even though the fan heaters should not be on. I loosen my tie and she sucks hard near my ankle.
The sensation is different from the tongue, and I grip the sheets.
ăSendai-san, I donât like that.ă
At the same time as the words are spoken, her lips part and she suddenly bites my toes.
ăOuchâă
Teeth digs into my flesh.
Still, she doesnât stop.
My legs shake with a sharp pain, though not as sharp as when my finger was caught in the door.
ăSendai-san, stop.ă
Slowly, the tooth that was pinching my thumb separated and the pain faded away. Instead, it was gently licked by a soft tongue. The tongue that clung to me was not pleasant. But I didnât feel uncomfortable with the warmth of Sendai-sanâs body.
The heat coming from my toes was rising up to my stomach, and even my breath seemed to be getting warmer.
This was, seemed like a not-so-good feeling.
ăSendai-san, how long do you plan to stay here?ă
I tug her bangs to stop her from moving.
ăWho knows? Not until the time we graduate. College will be different. If Miyagi says that I will not come, I wonât come here anymore. Should I not come?ă
Sendai-san, looking up, said in a terribly serious tone.
Come.
If I tell her to come, she will come until we graduate.
But, I donât want to ask her to come, so I say the unanswerable words.
ăAre you going to college?ă
ăIs Miyagi not going to?ă
ăI donât know. Where are you going, Sendai-san?ă
ăI havenât decided yet.ă
I donât want to tell her which school do I want to go to.
Or have I really not decided it?
Iâm not sure, but the conversation breaks off.
The curtains blocking the sunset showed less light coming through.
As if to pass the time, Sendai-sanâs hand caressed my ankle. My feet jumped when she touched my ankles. When I kicked lightly on the thigh instead of protesting, Sendai-san opened her mouth.
ăYou know, Miyagi. Soda tasted awful to me.ă
She made an unexpected confession at unexpected time, and I involuntarily let out anăEhh?ă
ăIsnât too late for that?ă
ăAt first, I didnât think Iâd be here this long and I missed the timing to tell you.ă
ăâŚIâll be serving cider next time.ă
ăUwaah, thatâs bad character.ă
ăShut up. Enough with chitchatting. Lick my feet again.ă
Sendai-san presses her lips against the back of my foot and makes a small sound.