Miyagiâs hand, which had been covering my chest, grabs my clothes.
We canât speak while we are kissing, so Miyagi canât speak even if she wants to ask me something, and I can keep the unusual Miyagi inside her.
I hope this silence continues.
Although the kiss is to keep her mouth closed, I knock her lips with the tip of my tongue to feel more Miyagi. But she has no intention of inviting me in, and her lips remain drawn together. On the contrary, she stepped on my feet.
With a push, and with a certain amount of force.
I am glad Miyagi stepped on my foot.
Itâs a feeling that I can only think of as perverse, but I would rather be kissing her while stepping on my foot than being asked a question I canât answer. The heat coming from my lips wasnât enough, and when I attached the tip of my tongue to her lips more strongly than before, Miyagi pushed me away forcefully.
ăSendai-san, thatâs strange. Why are you doing that now?ă
ăEven you were strange because you suddenly touched my breasts.ă
ăI said Iâd touch it.ă
ăIf you can do what you said, Iâll do what I said. Iâll kiss you again.ă
In accordance with the Miyagi rule, I make a declaration and then bring my face to hers.
I cover Miyagiâs lips as she is about to complain and put my hands around her waist. She bit my lip, which was still tightly closed, and I was stepped on harder than before, and I moved away from Miyagi.
ăI canât speak.ă
I can hear her miffed voice.
ăYou donât have to speak.ă
ăâŠSit here, Sendai-san.ă
She always pulls out the chair I sit in and points at me like Miyagi is ordering a dog or something, but I am under no obligation to follow orders. Miyagi has no right to give me orders right now, and even if her mood turns bad as a result of me not following her orders, it doesnât matter because Miyagi is generally always in a bad mood.
But the Miyagi in front of me now is a Miyagi whoâs not nice.
If I keep taking her words away with kisses, Iâm going to piss her off irrevocably, so I sit down maturely as I was told, and she tells meănot to stand up.ă
ăAre you sure thereâs nothing you wouldnât like if someone did this to you?ă
Her gruff voice echoes in my ears.
ăThereâs none.ă
ăWhy is it none?ă
ăIâm not sure why youâre asking me that.ă
ăJust say something.ă
ăâŠI donât want to be told not to work part-time, but itâs not what you donât like to be told, itâs what you donât like me to do, right?ă
ăYes. Tell me what you wouldnât like if someone did that to you.ă
Thereâs nothing that doesnât have that kind of thing said about it.
There are things I wouldnât want anyone but Miyagi to do to me, but thereâs nothing I donât want Miyagi to do to me. It can be undesirable, but it can also be acceptable.
ăI donât know if I want to kiss you better than that.ă
Unable to prepare an answer that would satisfy Miyagi, I was left with no choice but to deceive.
Of course, Iâm not lying when I say that I want to kiss Miyagi.
ăâŠIf you canât tell me what you donât like, you can do it if you tell me what you like or donât like, Sendai-san. If you canât tell me any of them, go to your room right now.ă
ăDoesnât it matter? Such things. I wonât tell Miyagi that I donât like something you like, and I wonât force you to like something you didnât like.ă
ăThatâs not what I meant.ă
ăIf thatâs not what you mean, then what do you mean? What do you want me to do, Miyagi?ă
I donât know.
Miyagiâs question is too difficult for me.
Considering what happened at the zoo, the answerălike it or not, itâs the same as Miyagiăis not acceptable. To me, itâs the right answer, but Miyagi probably wonât be convinced. And even if I gave a reasonable answer, she would know that it was a lie. If that were the case, I would have no answer to give.
ăI just want you to tell me the truth.ă
ăI guess my favorite thing is kissing.ă
I think I want to kiss you.
Right now I would rather exchange body temperatures than exchange words. I feel like I can understand Miyagi better that way.
ăSendai-san, you say things like that right away.ă
Miyagiâs brow wrinkles.
I drop my gaze, not likely to be allowed to kiss her.
Something, something, something.
I want an answer that will satisfy Miyagi.
I stared at the floor and gripped my temples.
I blurt out a reply, filling the silence that seems to form unnaturally with the words,ăLetâs seeâŠă
ăâŠCheesecake.ă
ăCheesecake?ă
ăYes. I love cheesecake. Letâs have some together.ă
I add that itâs nothing, and raise my gaze.
It can be a rare cheesecake or a baked cheesecake.
Either way, I think I would have a great time eating cake with Miyagi.
ăAnd I like Miyagi, too, because you looked like Mike-chan.ă
If itâs not what I like, but who I like, itâs Miyagi.
But I donât have the courage to tell her words that might cause me to lose everything I have now, so with Mike-chanâs help, I tell her about a hundredth of what I really feel.
ăI donât need that kind of joke.ă
Yes.
I know.
And it has to be this way.
I must not let Miyagi run away from me by telling her how I really feel.
ăIf youâre convinced, can I kiss you?ă
ăWhatâs your favorite cheesecake?ă
ăMy favorite? If you ask me whatâs my favoriteâŠă
I wonder.
Iâm not sure.
Itâs definitely something I like, but I never thought about how many I like. I want to know whatâs the best thing about Miyagi, but I know that it is not the right time to ask.
ăThe question wasnât asking you to tell me what you like best, it was asking you to tell me what you like or donât like best, and it doesnât matter if itâs the best or not.ă
There is no need to force the best answer.
Getting back on track, I was about to get up to kiss her in compensation for answering her question when Miyagi blurted out,
ăâŠSendai-san, the lipstick.ă
ăDo you want me get it?ă
ăNo, I donât mean that. My lipstick, itâs gone.ă
Miyagi, looking grumpy as usual, kicks me in the leg.
Itâs not quite a change in the air, but Iâm relieved that Miyagi, who is asking me questions like a detective in a TV drama conducting an interrogation, is gone.
ăWell, Iâll pick one out for you, and weâll go buy it.ă
I chuckle, trying to keep the difficult Miyagi from showing its face again.
ăI didnât say that. Go buy some. Iâll give you the money.ă
ăLetâs go get it together.ă
ăIf you picked out a lipstick you liked and bought it, Sendai-san, thatâd be fine to me.ă
ăDo you want the same one as the last one?ă
Stand up and reach for Miyagi.
I crawl my fingers to her unclothed lips and kisses her on the cheek. I stroke the plumeria earrings and touch the edge of her mouth with my lips. Continue to gently place my lips on her and transfer my body heat.
I would rather dye Miyagiâs lips with my color than the lipstick.
I would like to put me on top of what I like.
But Miyagi wonât let me kiss her for long.
Soon she pushed my shoulder and said grumpily,
ăIâm talking about lipstick right now. Go buy some, same or different from the last one.ă
ăWhat about the same one Iâm using?ă
ăIâm fine if itâs different from what Sendai-san uses.ă
She says in a low voice and pushes me.
Miyagiâs answer is boring, but if she had asked me to buy her the same thing, I would have questioned her sanity, so boring is good enough for me.
ăI understand. I can pick whatever I want?ă
ăYes.ă
ăOkay, Iâll pick something cute for you.ă
ăDo you have a favorite lipstick?ă
Miyagi, who would normally tell me she didnât want to be cute, made a soft sound and stared at me.
ăWhat do you mean?ă
ăMeaning as it is.ă
ăA favorite lipstick, huh. I think itâs fun to choose for others.ă
So I reached for Miyagiâs lips, and this time she smacked me on the back of the hand.