I can do this kind of thing with Sendai-san â 64
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ăSchool starts tomorrow, so do your prep work.ă
Sendai-san points to a textbook with the tip of her pen.
ăâŚIâll give you 5,000 yen later.ă
Words slip out that I had no intention of uttering.
I shouldnât give her 5,000 yen, and I shouldnât 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.
ăHow do you think youâll be allowed to do that later?ă
After saying this, Sendai-san put her pen on the table.
ăIâll give it to you now if you want it.ă
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.
ăBecause later or now, itâs too late.ă
What for?
The words I was about to utter were held back by soft lips. It was a kiss at a time I hadnât thought about, and a heartbeat echoed in my head.
Why?
Lips part before one question comes to mind and disappears.
ăI didnât give you that order.ă
I said something I never intended to ask and looks at Sendai-san.
ăI know.ă
ăIf you know what youâre doing, donât do it on your own.ă
ăIs that an order?ă
ăAn order.ă
ăI see. But, I didnât get 5,000 yen and Miyagi canât order me around.ă
ăThatâs why, Iâm giving itâă
ăI told you it was too late for that.ă
Sendai-sanâs 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.
ăMiyagi should think a little more about what sheâs doing.ă
I didnât 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 wasnât pushed down, and I didnât mean to fall down myself, but I found myself on the floor with my back to the floor.
ăDonât try to bite me.ă
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-sanâs 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 doesnât know the word âreserved,â 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-sanâs 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-sanâs words were a stopper and I could not set my teeth on it.
Feeling suffocated, I grabbed Sendai-sanâs clothes, and her lips parted.
ăThis kind of thing, I think, is no good.ă
I push her shoulders to keep her away and tell her in a small voice.
ăI think so as well.ă
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.
ăSendai-san!ă
ăYou should call me Hazuki in these situations. Shiori.ă
ăI wonât call you that, donât call me like that.ă
ăMiyagi is really stingy, huh?ă
Sendai-san says with a sigh. Then, as if it were a matter of course, she brought her face close to mine.
ăâŚWant me to keep going?ă
Instead of saying no, I throw vague words at her.
ăBecause Miyagi tried to do something like that.ă
ăSomething like what?ă
Knowing what it is, she ask.
ăYou tried to kiss me earlier.ă
Sendai-sanâs 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.
ăMiyagi.ă
A voice calls to me, so serious that I would normally laugh.
She wasnât explicitly told to do that kind of thing.
But I knew that we were going to do that.
Sendai-sanâs 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?
Iâm 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-sanâs 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.
ăMy back hurts.ă
I say to cover up my shallow breathing.
ăYou should at least put up with that.ă
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. Thatâs how far removed we are from these things.
I think the time to turn back is now.
If I push Sendai-sanâs shoulder, raise my body, and look at my textbook, I will know it never happened.
The last day of summer vacation.
Itâs 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 itâs okay to do these things by chance and whim, since our relationship started by a combination of several coincidences and my whim riding on itââ It should be, probably, alright.
Sendai-sanâs 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-sanâs 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 didnât say anything. She remains silent and rolls up her T-shirt.
I feel Sendai-sanâs heat directly on my side.
Iâm not going to call her Hazuki by name, but Iâm not going to stop her hand from moving upward.
Thereâs an atmosphere, isnât there?
I think vaguely while kissing Sendai-san.
I heard her sounded harder than usual.
Itâs 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-sanâs back directly.
ăMiyagi, itâs ticklish.ă
Sendai-san looks at me with an unusually spare look.
ăIâm ticklish too.ă
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.
ăIâm ticklish there.ă
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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 couldnât tell what she thought, just a little red in the cheeks.
I canât 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-sanâs hand almost went around my back, but before it could get to the hook, the intercom rang.
ăDo you mind?ă
Sendai-san asks.
ăBeats me. Itâs just a solicitation or something.ă
ăI donât care either way.ă
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 donât have to think about it.
I get up, answer the intercom call, and thatâs it. I canât just talk to the person who chimes in and then say, well, letâs continue.
ăMiyagi.ă
I heard a quiet voice and I pushed her shoulder.
ăSendai-san is lacking of enthusiasmă
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.
ăIt was a solicitation.ă
ăI see.ă
Only a curt voice returned.
She doesnât look at me, but I wish I could see her face.
ăSendai-san.ă
ăWhat?ă
She responds, but her gaze remains downcast.
ăItâs nothing.ă
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.