I'll be fine even if I don't see Sendai-san â 74
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I remove my tie and place it on the table.
ăIâm supposed to take off my tie, right?ă
Why? Sendai-san asks with a look on her face
ăWeâre exchanging. Sendai-sanâs andă
ăâŚWhat is the reason for the exchange?ă
ăSometimes I donât even have a reason, I just want to trade.ă
ăYou donât, normally.ă
ăEven Sendai-san wants to touch me for no reason, so why not exchange with me for no reason?ă
I think it is strange for Sendai-san to mess around with this theory since it is a theory she has recently passed. But she wonât take off her tie. She tries to get answers from me.
ăReasons, no?ă
ăSendai-san, shut up. Just stay silent and take off your tie.ă
When I tug hard on her tie in a troublesome manner, she sounds unmotivated.
ăOkay, okay.ă
Though she didnât seem convinced that I wouldnât tell her why, Sendai-san took off her tie and put it around my neck.
A tie is part of the uniform, so it doesnât matter who it belongs to. And itâs just a piece of cloth, nothing special. And yet, it hung around my neck, and unlike my own, it felt just a little heavier.
ăAre you satisfied?ă
Sendai-san says quietly and reaches for my tie on the table. But I snatched it away before her hand could grab the tie.
I donât think itâs enough to be satisfied.
Uniforms are more than just a tie.
ăItâs an exchange, so donât take it.ă
Sendai-san tries to wrestle the tie back from me, claiming it as a matter of course.
ăAnd swap out the blouse.ă
The tie and blouse are the same.
Itâs part of the uniform, itâs a piece of cloth, and thereâs not much difference between one or the other.
So I can borrow a blouse along with a tie.
I think itâs outrageous and I think Sendai-san would be offended.
These are the kinds of orders that should be avoided.
But I canât stop myself from wanting to hear from her the answers I know.
ăYou want to take it off?ă
Sendai-san stops moving.
ăIf thereâs a way to lend it without taking it off, you donât have to.ă
ăThatâs already an illusion.ă
ăThen, undress.ă
After a short speech and the handing over of the tie, Sendai-san took it, rolled it up into a ball, and put it back on the table. I thought she would immediately say,ăAre you stupid?ăBut she didnât say anything.
The order is not to take off her clothes, but to exchange uniforms, so it is not clear if I am violating the rules.
I am spoiled by Sendai-san.
What is good to order and what is bad.
The orders bound by the rules were enough to force me to accept them, even if they sometimes deviated from the promise. But after the summer vacation, we had an unspoken order, even within the rules.
There is no clear distinction between what is good and what is bad to order. They are attached in places and the boundaries are blurred. But Sendai-san will refuse orders that should be refused from mixed orders, so she speaks out of orders that are on the borderline.
ăItâs an exchange, right?ă
Sendai-san, who had been thinking about it, says as if to remind me.
ăYes. An exchange.ă
ăItâs okay then, itâs an exchange.ă
Sendai-san easily betrays my trust and unbuttons one button of her blouse.
Even if it is a subtle order, this is an order she must refuse.
Even Sendai-san should have known that, but she accepted it. If she doesnât stop me, I will just be swept away and I wonât stop her. I will just watch the buttons come off.
More gracefully than on summer vacation, Sendai-san takes off her blouse without hesitation.
Unlike that time, there is no conversation today.
Sendai-san is silent, so I stare at her.
Her underwear is white, the same as when I saw her on the rainy day.
I donât remember if they were the same.
Her breasts, hidden by her underwear, appear to be in good shape.
Come to think of it, on that day during summer vacation, Sendai-san touched my breasts, though it was over my underwear. But I havenât touched hers, so I feel like Iâm missing out.
Now I can reach out a little and touch it anywhere.
I can touch her soft breasts, her smooth flanks.
ăMiyagi should also take it off.ă
As if to interrupt my evil thoughts, Sendai-san holds out her blouse. When I didnât take it, a ton of her fingertips hit my arm and I grabbed her hand.
I have never thought of doing this to anyone before, but I want to touch Sendai-sanâs body.
Slowly, I slide my hand down and crawl my fingers up my second arm. Pressing hard, the fingertips bury themselves in skin softer than gummy bears and more elastic than marshmallows. But I could not touch her breasts or her flanks. Before I could touch anywhere else, Sendai-san pulled my arm and handed me a blouse instead.
ăItâs an exchange, right? Come on, give me your blouse.ă
Sendai-san says in a gruff voice.
I put the blouse I received on the bed and knot the tie that was still around my neck. Then I got up and opened the closet.
ăHold on, Miyagi.ă
I hear a voice chiding me for not handing over a replacement blouse, but I donât answer it. I selects one piece of clothing from my closet and gives it to Sendai-san.
ăThere.ă
ăHold it. Isnât it unfair to bring out a new one?ă
I push it on her, itâs a white blouse and itâs the school uniform. Since this is my room, I can give a the blouse without taking off what I am wearing.
ăItâs not unfair. Hurry up and wear it.ă
ăThatâs definitely unfair. Miyagi should also take it off.ă
ăI never said Iâd trade you the blouse Iâm wearing.ă
ăâŚMiyagiâs such a miser.ă
Sendai-san raised her eyebrows in a grimace. But she quickly unfolded the blouse in her hand as if giving up.
Her resentful eyes glared at the blouse and then at me.
She looked like she was about to complain, but without saying anything, Sendai-san put on my blouse and put on my tie.
The two buttons of my blouse were open.
Uncomfortable in her clothes, Mr. Sendai tugged at her sleeve. Then she said again,ăStingy.ă