142 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 142 I didn't use much force. Just a gentle, slow push. Yet, almost as if our prior exchange were a lie, Miyagi's back effortlessly hit the bed. "...What are we going to do now?" Gazing up at me inquisitively, Miyagi asked. "Would you let me if I told you clearly?" I ran my fingers through Miyagi's hair. As I took a lock in my hand, bringing it towards my lips, she pressed her forehead against mine to stop me. "Of course not." "Thought so. That's why I'm asking." "We're roommates, right? You and me?" "We're roommates. Now and always." "Liar. What you want to do isn't something roommates do." "There's nothing that says roommates can't do it." The term 'roommate' only signifies living in the same house, it doesn't dictate actions or change our relationship, no matter what I do next. I know it's sophistry, but if Miyagi needs the word 'roommate,' I want to keep it for her. "...And what if I don't let you?" Even if I'm not allowed, I want to move forward. Yet, if Miyagi truly says no, I am prepared to relent. I can endure her being in a bad mood or not smiling, but I can't bear her completely rejecting me or disliking me. "I promise not to do anything like this to you ever again, Miyagi. Whether we're living together or not. I promise." "You're just going to break that promise, aren't you?" With an unreadable expression, Miyagi fixed her gaze on me. "I won't break it. I swear on this earring." Touching the small, silver earring I had placed in Miyagi's ear, I kissed it softly before whispering by her ear. "I promise." "You say it's a promise, but you lie all too easily, Sendai-san." "Does it sound like I'm speaking lightly? This is that kind of earring. A promise I won't break." I kissed the small ornament again and softly bit her earlobe. Miyagi placed a tentative hand in my hair, letting her fingers trail around my ear, as if there was an earring there, even though there wasn't. But she slowly pushed my shoulder away, which I could only interpret as her refusing what would come next. And so, I pulled away. "...The lights." Her voice was so quiet I might have missed it. "What?" "Turn them off." The voice that reached my ears just as I was about to give up was unexpected. Without bothering to reply, I climbed off the bed. Using the remote on the table, I turned off the lights, leaving only a small nightlight. Miyagi, seeming irritated, demanded I turn it all off, so I did as she instructed and extinguished the nightlight too. With the room now entirely dark, I quietly returned to Miyagi's side. "Miyagi." In the encompassing darkness, I reached out to the unresponsive Miyagi, drawing close to her. As I caressed her hair and pressed my lips against hers, she grasped at my clothing. I scattered kisses on her temples, cheeks, and ears. Being in this entirely dark room felt like we were severed from the outside world. But I knew full well that if I stepped out, there'd be an abundance of people. It never felt like just the two of us in this world. Nonetheless, this was our sanctuary, undisturbed by anyone. Nothing akin to last summer would occur here. Even if it did, I had no intention of stopping midway. That's a firm conviction, yet I grew uneasy at how still Miyagi was beneath me. "Hey, Miyagi. I won't answer the door even if the chime rings. I won't pick up the phone, and I won't let you, either. But, you know, we can still stop now...is this okay with you, Miyagi?" I asked before all rationality melted away. "Shut up, Sendai-san. If you're going to do it, do it quietly." Her curt voice came, followed by a nip on my neck. I feel pain near my shoulder, but it seems to be toned down, so it's not enough to make me want to cry out like usual. She quickly released the bite, and I returned the favor by softly biting her jaw. She pushes my shoulder, so I sink my teeth more firmly into her neck. As Miyagi shifted, I was overwhelmed by an unusually sweet scent from her shampoo. Stroking her hair that seemed to merge with the darkness, I traced my fingers tenderly around her ear and let my tongue glide over her earring and upward, exploring each contour. As I slipped my tongue into her ear, Miyagi tugged at my hair. As always, her actions were rough, though not forceful. "It tickles." A dissatisfied voice reached me. "Bear with it." Uttering those words, I resumed licking her ear, only for her to kick my leg. "That's a bit painful." "Because you won't stop, Sendai-san." "I'm not stopping. Just stay still for a bit." I caressed her ear and gently bit down. "That's why it—tickles—" I increased the pressure of my teeth mid-sentence, causing Miyagi to catch her breath. Pressing a kiss beneath her ear, I licked the side of her neck. Though we had been walking outside and were undoubtedly sweaty from the warm room, she tasted sweet as if sipping nectar from a flower. Perhaps it was the shampoo, or maybe my senses were so heightened that everything felt surreal. Savoring Miyagi, I trailed my tongue along the dip in her neck with a soft bite. I caressed along the fabric of her side, moving downwards. Sliding my hand beneath the hem of her sweatshirt, I touched her bare skin directly, feeling her warmth and breathing through her sweat-dampened body. Wanting to feel more of her, I pressed down harder and lifted the fabric to trace her ribs when she seized my arm. "I'll get mad if you take off my clothes." "Don't worry. I won't." With those words, Miyagi released her grip. I continued to stroke beneath her ribs, in the soft area. Even as my hand moved, Miyagi remained silent, though I couldn't decipher her expression due to the darkness. I guessed it was just the embarrassment of having what's hiding her body removed. Or so I'd like to think. I slowly trailed my fingers along her abdomen toward the top while ensuring the sweatshirt didn't lift any further. When I touched her bra, she grabbed my arm again. "What is it?" "I said I don't want you taking off my clothes." "I won't. I'm just touching." Whispering softly, I kissed her cheek. I wanted to remove her bra, but her will was something I intended to respect. "...No." Miyagi's voice was small. "Even without taking them off?" "Not even if you don't take them off." Her voice was neither stern nor cold, making it hard to discern her true feelings. I wanted to touch her chest, her back, her waist. All of her. I wanted to kiss every part. I hoped she would allow this. But I had no intention of doing anything she didn't want. My desire and her wishes were at odds, and given the choice, I would lean towards Miyagi's wishes. "...Alright." Upon replying quietly, Miyagi's grip on my hand eased, and I withdrew my hand from under her shirt. However, thinking it might be acceptable to touch over her clothes, I gently cupped her chest over the sweatshirt, and Miyagi grasped my hand firmly. Though she was holding my hand tightly, it didn't seem as if Miyagi disliked it. But I didn't want her to tell me it was wrong again. Letting out a small sigh, I pressed my lips against her neck and sucked hard. Yet, I was promptly met with a slap on my back. "No marks." With all of Miyagi's requests, I was tempted to ask why she was allowing me to do this. But I could predict that if I asked, this moment would end. "Kissing is okay, right?" I asked, though there was no reply. That silence meant permission, so I sealed Miyagi's lips with mine and slid my tongue inside. I feel the softness of her lips, the firmness of her teeth, and the tentative touch of her tongue. It's soft, yet hard and warm, and with just the slightest movement, it takes away my thoughts. I feel her warmth from the delicate dance of our tongues, and I momentarily forgot how to breathe. Why is it that only Miyagi can melt my inner resolve so easily? And why did I desire to kiss her so much? Regardless, my body moved on its own, biting, licking, and kissing her lips over and over. Miyagi's breath grew uneven, and mine became shallow as well. Yet instead of feeling suffocated, I basked in the pleasure of our mingling body heat. Her sporadic breaths formed voiceless sounds that spurred me on, making me yearn to advance further, faster. Releasing her lips, I entwined my fingers with hers. The darkness made it seem as though Miyagi both existed and vanished before me, enhancing my sense of touch. Simply feeling her skin felt so good. I place my lips on her cheek, then kiss her ear again. I untangle our fingers, roll up her sweatshirt, and pressed my lips to the softness of her stomach. Wanting Miyagi to remember everywhere I touched today, I left tender, lingering kisses on every permissible part of her. Marks invisible yet present, like a gentle caress. As I stroked her hipbones over her skirt and then slid my hand down to pull up her skirt, she shivered, pushing at my shoulder. I paused, peering at the blurry outline of Miyagi in the dark. I heard no voice of rejection. "Miyagi." When I called her softly, her fingers dug deeply into my shoulder. No words of protest came, and her grip was far from a true resistance. She knew what was coming next—only hesitating about embracing it. Her hesitation was understandable, echoing elements of last summer's incident that hinted a similar path. "You'll let me, right?" I asked in the gentlest voice I could muster. Her hand slipped from my shoulder. "You're such a pervert, Sendai-san." "I'll take that as a compliment." I tugged her skirt up higher and let my fingers trail along Miyagi's thigh. Touching her there might seem too sudden. But, it couldn’t be helped—Miyagi wasn’t willing to let me explore elsewhere. I took a deep breath, steadying my ragged breathing. When my hand brushed against her underwear, my nails seemed like a concern. I hadn’t anticipated this happening, so I wasn’t sure of their length. Hopefully, they weren’t long enough to cause pain. While I hesitated, Miyagi's body shifted slightly as if she might flee. Afraid I might lose her, I slipped my hand inside her underwear. I'd never touched anyone like this before, and it made me nervous. Unlike my unchecked actions moments ago, now my body moved sluggishly, as if the batteries had died. As I moved my hand gently, I reached a place that felt warmer than any other place I'd touched on Miyagi, and my fingertips became wet with something slippery. My heart threatened to explode, beating so rapidly that it matched Miyagi's heat. Tentatively, I moved my fingers ever so slightly. "Mm." A small, wet whimper escaped Miyagi's lips, and I paused instinctively. It was a sound unlike any I'd heard from her before, startling me to my core. "...I kind of, hate this." Her voice, barely audible, was easy to miss. But the reaction beneath my fingers said otherwise. Her body was simply responding to being touched, and perhaps the same would happen if anyone else touched her. Yet right now, the reactions were because she allowed my touch, and Miyagi would never understand how much it pleased me. In this situation, even if she voiced disapproval, there's no way I could stop. "--Just tell me if it's truly unbearable." I traced my moistened fingers across her most sensitive spot, moving them slowly as if stroking. Miyagi no longer made a sound. Instead, her breaths grew heavier, matching my gentle, deliberate movements. I felt her body heat more intensely than ever; her warmth seemed to seep through my fingertips, making me feel as if I were burning from the inside out. My fingers naturally applied more pressure, prompting a small movement from Miyagi. Something viscous, like a mixture of our emotions, gathered on my fingers, and I longed to explore deeper inside where no one else had ever touched. Just a little more. If I could move just a tiny bit further, I would discover a side of Miyagi unknown to me. Her ragged breathing brushed against my cheek and ear like a soft caress, whispering emotions I couldn't yet understand. My fingers ached to slide into the depths of Miyagi's being, but I stopped them forcefully. "Se- Sendai-san?" Drawn by the hoarse voice calling my name, I yearned to let my fingers explore the deeper parts of Miyagi. But I feared that in doing so, she would slip away from me. "Are you alright?" I whispered softly, and in response, Miyagi tugged at my clothing. Her expression was indistinguishable in the dark. I didn’t want to have my hand pulled away in an attempt to find what I wanted to know. I moved my frozen hand, this time only within the extent I assumed would be permitted. I wished she would call me Hazuki. I knew it was an impossible dream, but I longed for her to utter my name sweetly, the way she never let me hear. To let me call her Shiori. If that wasn't possible, I wanted to pry open her drawn lips and clenched teeth to hear the sounds that she swallowed. Yet I knew none of this was allowed. So, I should enjoy what has been allowed. I understood. But I wanted more. I longed to see Miyagi changed by my touch, to hear sounds only I could hear, and have her unravel just for me. Now, and forever. I hoped she'd forgive me for harboring such thoughts. Caught between my desire for Miyagi and my attempt to control myself, my thoughts tangled and blended. The room was stiflingly hot, Miyagi was blisteringly warm, and every sensation at my fingertips was all too clear. Lost on what to do, I whispered "Miyagi" instead of calling her Shiori sweetly by her ear. There was no reply with "Hazuki." Yet, I continued to softly call Miyagi’s name. Though my voice sounded raspy and foreign, I repeated her name until she aggressively tugged at my clothes. "You're so noisy. Just... be quiet." Her fragmented voice reached me as she pressed her body closer, but Miyagi pulling me nearer likely held no deeper meaning than to shut me up. Still, even through the fabric, her body felt so warm that it seemed as though she was yearning for me, which brought a sense of joy. "Let me hear more of your voice," I murmured, letting a wish slip out into words. "No," she replied, her voice small as if suppressing her emotions, and my attention is focused on my ears so I catch every sound from her. "Then say 'no' more clearly," I teased. "Shut up," she whispered, her voice nearly dissolving into the darkness. The mere sound of Miyagi's voice was enough to make me lose my grip on reality. "...If I keep quiet, will you call me Hazuki?" I proposed. "N-no..." "Then, if you hate it all, at least kiss me." Drawing closer to Miyagi's face, I felt her push on my shoulder. Yet her hand lacked force, and she surrendered, pressing her lips to mine. I think she doesn't want to kiss me, but rather didn't want me to see her face. Regardless, the fact that Miyagi initiated this kiss left me breathless. Our lips touch several times before Miyagi gripped my shoulder again. My breathing became ragged, and I could hear her making sounds that she could no longer suppress. Although I vowed to remember last summer vividly, the details of those memories blurred with time. Today, new memories were forming, replacing and enhancing the dreams I'd had. I was certain that tonight's Miyagi would find her way into many of my dreams. Each time I revisited the replaced memories in those vivid dreams, I knew a tinge of regret would accompany them. Yet my curiosity to discover what kind of sounds or reactions Miyagi would make in such moments overpowered that reluctance. Pressing my fingers more firmly against her, Miyagi bit my neck. The pain was piercing. Yet, somehow, it was synchronized with the pleasure that Miyagi presumably felt. Realizing this made even the pain a source of erratic breathing for me. I found myself wishing she would bite harder. The unrestrained pressure of Miyagi's teeth conveyed her feelings directly, threatening to make me lose my grip on reality. Though I was the one touching her, it felt as if the pleasure was coursing through me too. I wished for this moment to stretch on indefinitely. However, the pain on my neck faded, giving way to Miyagi's strained voice. "Sen-dai-san," she panted. Her broken call signaled that she was nearing her limit. But still, more, forever... I stopped my hands and forced myself to quell the urge to prolong this moment. I changed the gentle rhythm of my fingers. Miyagi grasped my shoulder once more. She gripped me tighter than I'd ever felt before.. Yet, before I could feel pain, her body relaxed. In the room, the only sounds were of our shared heavy breathing, syncopated with languid heartbeats. The sound of her breathing, the warmth I could feel. Everything about Miyagi was so pleasant, coaxing me into another gentle kiss. Brushing softly against her lips, I licked her lower lip, and Miyagi accepted me readily. However, as soon as the tip of my tongue touched hers, she immediately pushed it away. "It's hot," she muttered, coordinating her breath. She gave me a light push, and as soon as I withdrew my fingers, she rose to her feet. "Miyagi—" I wanted to ask where she was going, but before I could ask, I heard Miyagi say "Ouch!", apparently having bumped into the table. "Shall I turn on the lights?" I offered, realizing I couldn't find the remote nearby. "I'll do it myself." "The remote’s on the table." A soft nightlight turned on, illuminating Miyagi as she returned with the platypus in her arms. Seating herself on the edge of the bed, she pulled some tissues and carefully wiped my hand. As she did, Miyagi's traces were gradually erased from my skin. She took extra care wiping my fingers, looking downwards, preventing me from seeing her expression. "I'm going to take a bath... I need to wash," she said, standing up and turning her back to me. I wanted to hold her back, but no words came to mind. We had skipped not just one step but several, leaving me worried about the order we'd ignored in our relationship. "Miyagi." She paused at the door. Though I still hadn't found the words I wanted, I felt I had to say something. "Are you okay?" It was probably the umpteenth time I'd uttered those words today. "Yes," she answered quietly, and then with the soft click of the door, she was gone, her presence leaving the room.