141 I Want to Know Everything About Miyagi - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

I Want to Know Everything About Miyagi Chapter 141 Lately, Miyagi's been near me a lot. Today’s no different. Though her mood is still as sour as ever. "Sendai-san, do I really have to choose from these?" "You can bring out something else, but nothing other than skirts." At my words, Miyagi furrows her brows. It's the promised Sunday. On my bed are three skirts that have survived her constant complaints about being too short, too long, or disliking the color. I never imagined she'd entertain the notion of playing dress-up with me. We were supposed to go out for dinner in the evening, and I thought spending time with her might be nicer than being alone, so I invited her. When she asked, "What are we doing?" I suggested makeup or dress-up. I didn't force her to choose, and if she'd refused, I'd have given up. But Miyagi chose dress-up and ended up sulking. "Why don't you go with the one in the middle?" I suggest to Miyagi, who looks as grim as if the skirts themselves were tragic, pointing at one that's midi-length. "No." "Then are you going without anything?" "That's just perverted." "If you don't want that, pick whichever you like. I can bring out more skirts again." I'm not insisting on the skirts, but I haven't seen Miyagi in one for a while, and if she's willing, I'd like her to wear one. "...I'll go with the one in the middle. Get out while I change." Miyagi mumbles, pushing me out. I figure if I make a dumb suggestion like watching her change, the dinner plan might get scrapped altogether, so I quietly step out of the room. Lately, she's been unusually candid. With anyone else, I wouldn’t call this honest. But with Miyagi, considering her past behavior, she seems eerily candid. The unseasonably warm temperatures might be affecting her. I lean against the door. A longer skirt than the one Miyagi chose sways as I move. Soon it’ll be June and then July, and she might get even more peculiar. Or maybe it would be nice if she did. Rebellious Miyagi has her charm, but I’d also like to enjoy her more amiable side. "All done." Lost in thoughts of how Miyagi might kick me if she heard them, I hear her voice, open the door, and enter the room. A fluffy flare skirt and an annoyed face. In front of the bed stands Miyagi, looking more displeased than before she changed. It's surprising how wearing someone else's clothes can make her look more upset than when splashed by a car’s mud on a rainy day, but she's in the skirt she chose. "It suits you. You look cute." "No need to say things like that." "Usually, people comment, right? While we're at it, want to change the top too?" The thin sweatshirt she's wearing matches the skirt, but I'd like to enjoy this dress-up session a bit more. "I’m fine as I am. Let’s just go." Her words, lacking warmth, don’t leave room for more persuasion. "So, where to?" Though I want to see her completely dressed up, with makeup and everything, today’s goal is dinner. Making her mood any worse would just become troublesome. "Let's just go to a nearby family restaurant. I don't feel like going far." Miyagi keeps glancing down at her legs, probably bothered by the skirt. "Alright, let's go to a family restaurant." Leaving the room with Miyagi, we head for the entrance. As we put on our shoes and I open the door, she tugs at my clothes. "What shoes should I wear?" Miyagi asks, looking perplexed. "Sneakers would be fine." "Okay." She pulls out sneakers from the shoe box and puts them on. As I comment on her whole outfit, saying it's cute again, she pushes me out the door. We descend the stairs and head to the restaurant. Walking side by side in skirts brings back memories of high school. We rarely walked together in uniforms, but having Miyagi beside me in a skirt feels nostalgic, reminiscent of after school. Miyagi doesn't speak. We walk the path to the restaurant in silence. The sound of cars and children’s voices fills the air. There are enough sounds around us that our silence doesn’t bother me. Despite being unusually warm for May, Miyagi seems unaffected. She strides forward, her pace fast. It'd be nice if she slowed down. I find myself tempted to grab her hand, to slow her down. But I restrain myself, matching her pace instead. We're in a good mood; I don’t want to risk ruining it by reaching out and having her pull away. There's plenty of time, even if we reach the restaurant quickly and finish the meal soon. That’s if Miyagi's in the mood for it, though. "What'll we do after eating?" I ask as Miyagi hurries along. "We’ll decide after eating." It's not the most promising response as she steps into the restaurant. We look at the menu and order. We talk a little about university and tutoring. While Miyagi mostly listens, if I ask, she'll talk about a book she bought or about school. Our conversations weren't animated even in high school, so I don't mind. However, without much chatting, the meal ends quickly, and we're back home within about an hour. "So, have you decided what to do?" At the entrance, I remove my shoes and ask Miyagi. "Can I go to your room? I want to return the skirt too." "Sure." Miyagi has been acting strange lately. She comes to my room, sits next to me even though she’s often in a bad mood, and keeps staying nearby. Now, she’s coming over again. I don’t understand what she’s thinking. But I do feel happy about it. "Miyagi, want something to drink?" I stop in the shared space and look at her. "No, thanks." Her response is curt as we head toward my room. I ponder whether to turn on the air conditioning. Despite the heat, it's still May. Running it now feels excessive, so I decide against it. "Sendai-san." As I’m about to sit beside Miyagi, who’s using the bed as a chair, she kicks my legs. Reluctantly, I settle on the floor, looking up at her. "What is it?" "Lick my feet." "That's an order I haven't heard in a while. But remember, no orders like that anymore." The five thousand yen that defined our relationship is gone. We’re just roommates now. "Penalty game. You wouldn’t have kept our dinner promise if I hadn’t reminded you." "The decision took a little while, but I did stick to it." "Then as an exchange for wearing the skirt." In a low voice, Miyagi speaks, clearly in a worse mood than before we left the house. "The skirt?" "Yes. I became your dress-up doll, so now you should listen to me." Ah, that makes sense. That's why she obediently put on the skirt. Only now do I realize the reason behind Miyagi's acceptance of my suggestion, albeit with complaints. I doubt she planned on having me lick her feet from the start, but she definitely intended to make me do something in exchange. "You can give me orders, but I won’t obey anything weird." "That's rich, considering you've done it many times. And besides, you like my feet, don't you?" Miyagi, saying something uncharacteristic with her cute outfit, kicks my shoulder and crosses her legs. Her skirt's hem sways, drawing my gaze to her legs. A flash of high school memories hits me, and Miyagi's room comes to mind. I almost reach out to her legs but instead clench my hand into a fist. Doing something like that now wouldn't be right. However, judging by Miyagi’s demeanor, she has no intention of backing down. "It's unfair if I followed your request, but you refuse mine." I let out a small sigh, trying not to let Miyagi notice. "...Do I start with taking off your socks?" "Yes." "Got it." I squeeze my eyes shut, then open them. I remove her socks, place my hands on her heel, and bring my face closer. The sight of her healthy-looking, not too pale feet fills my vision, and I press my lips against the top of her foot. Along the center and the base of the toes. After a few kisses, a firm voice comes down, "Make sure you lick properly." Honestly, I wanted to avoid a situation like this. Today, licking her feet feels particularly raw and intimate. But with Miyagi's insistence, I have no choice. Starting from the tip of her index toe, I run my tongue up her foot. Her body heat transfers to me, and I feel my temperature rising. I should've turned on the air conditioning, but it's too late now. As I lift her skirt to her knees, my heart thumps loudly at the sight of her knees, which I hadn't seen in a while. I glide my hand from her heel to the arch, slowly caressing to the base of her toes until Miyagi scolds me with a disgruntled "Sendai-san." That meant to stop, so I kiss the top of her foot, pressing with my tongue. I let my tongue trail to her ankle and place a kiss above her shin. The sound of my heart beats loudly as if attached to a speaker. I take a quick inhale and exhale. I run my tongue below her knee, over the bone. Stroking the back of her knee with my fingers sends a shudder through Miyagi's leg. As she tries to jerk her leg away, I firmly grip her calf and follow the bone with my tongue. I kiss her firm knee and withdraw. "Keep going." Miyagi kicks my shoulder lightly. "I can't." "Why not?" "For any reason you can think of. I'm done." "Don’t just end it like that." "I'll continue if you let me kiss more than your feet." "That's not the order. Just stick to my feet." Agitated, Miyagi unfurls her legs and places one on my thigh, indicating I should continue. I did my best to maintain my rationality. But this is beyond my limit. The screws holding my reasoning in place don’t just loosen; they seem to shatter entirely. Those screws that have always been somewhat loose have rolled off somewhere in this room, hiding where I can’t find them. Or maybe I have no intention of looking for them. My reason melts like ice from the parts that have collapsed, unable to be restored in this heated room. I push Miyagi's feet aside and stand up. "What are you doing?" Hearing her voice, I hesitate briefly before placing my right knee on the bed. I lightly push Miyagi's shoulder. As expected, she doesn’t fall back onto the bed. "Miyagi, let me push you down." "No way. You're definitely planning something strange, Sendai-san." Since we started living together, we've maintained somewhat of a roommate relationship through our small talks and meals. Despite my dissatisfaction with this relationship, I've wanted to maintain it. At least, that's what I've tried to convince myself. "I can’t deny that." I've harbored ulterior motives for a long time, dreams that include her. That's why I said I wouldn’t obey this order. Because lately, Miyagi’s been acting strange and issuing weird orders, leading to this predicament. This warped desire is something Miyagi has cultivated in me, and now she acts ignorant of it? I drew a clear line; she ignored it — Miyagi is at fault. "Move." Miyagi speaks firmly. "What will you do if I do?" "I'll go back to my room." "Then I won't move." "Please move." Sharp eyes and a low voice. Yet she neither kicks nor bites me. She doesn’t try to shove me away and escape, probably because she trusts I won't do anything she'd truly hate. I don’t want to betray that trust. "Miyagi—" My voice cracks. Slowly, deliberately. I should wait until I'm allowed into her world, but waiting indefinitely seems impossible. I want to approach Miyagi with a speed that cuts through the wind. "Please, just let me do what I’m about to do." Our gazes meet. Once more, I press against her shoulder.