170 I'm Too Lenient With Miyagi - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

I'm Too Lenient With Miyagi Chapter 170 Miyagi is definitely a pervert. It's abnormal how she so casually blindfolded me. And it's not enough for her to just ask if it felt good—she wants me to explain how good it felt in specific detail. That's truly disturbing. Staring intently at her fingers afterward is also unbelievable; no matter how you look at it, Miyagi is nothing but a pervert. I lay sprawled on the bed, letting out a deep sigh. With my bra undone and the denim button still unfastened, I must look utterly disheveled. Yet, Miyagi is no longer here, and it's not as if anyone else can see me, so I have no inclination to tidy myself up. "...I shouldn't have said anything." Her persistent questioning made me slip. There was never any need to seriously answer how good it felt. It was undeniably better than doing it alone, but to actually tell Miyagi that—what a fool I am. Lack of composure aside, it was a misstep. While I am curious about Miyagi's thoughts, I can't bring myself to ask. Asking would require me to repeat the words I said, and if she pursued the matter, it would be troublesome. Miyagi might inquire about what I thought during the act or how things unfolded. The thought of answering such things is embarrassing, and certainly not something I would want to share with Miyagi. But if she asked, I'd likely spill it all. I'm too soft on Miyagi. Miyagi might realize it too, but I'm even softer on her than she probably thinks. Even if she hadn't said, "If you refuse, I won't let you do anything like that again," I wouldn't have refused. I like her enough that even if Miyagi didn't say she was okay with me doing it again, if she said she wanted it, I'd allow it and feel happy that she wanted to touch me. "Well, aside from that..." I have no idea what led to her saying such things. I had convinced myself that Miyagi would never say she wanted to touch me, so I'm truly at a loss. Miyagi claimed she just wanted to know what would happen to me, but in that situation, it wouldn't suddenly occur to her. There must have been a reason, but if I tried to force it out, she'd have gone back to her room without touching me. Even if I asked her tomorrow, I doubt she'd respond. Still, I want to understand why Miyagi behaved as she did. More than that, I want to know what underlies her actions—what Miyagi truly thinks of me. When Utsunomiya visited, Miyagi said she didn't have anyone she liked, but after seeing her today, I can't help but wonder. If it happened just once, I could chalk it up to a whim, impulse, or curiosity. But this is our second time doing such things, and today, Miyagi was the one who wanted it. Unlike the first time, where I pushed for it, Miyagi chose this on her own. If I were to draw any conclusions from this, think it over, and over, the possibility arises that Miyagi might like me too. Yet I'm not optimistic enough to accept this conclusion without question; I can't help but doubt what I've realized. With a deep breath, I roll over and place a hand on the wall. I curl up and close my eyes. What had just been against my back. Miyagi's soft touch. The warmth that felt feverish. Her hands caressing my body. Everything felt wonderfully good. Whether it was well-executed or awkward doesn't matter; because it was Miyagi, any semblance of rationality melted away, leaving only sheer pleasure. What she gave me made me think she might like me, but lying alone on this bed now, my confidence slips away. I wish she'd smile, I wish she'd call me Hazuki—then I might find the confidence I lack. To think Miyagi actually likes me might just be a misinterpretation driven by my own overwhelming desires. "This won’t do—I’m getting discouraged." The mental match between the side of me that believes Miyagi likes me and the side that doubts it tilts towards the latter, and prolonged rumination threatens a less than favorable end. If I'm to ponder, contemplating something pleasant would be better. Striving to dispel the light I sense on my eyelids, I squeeze my closed eyes even tighter. Today, Miyagi called me "Sendai-san" with a voice unlike her usual self. The sounds she made when I initiated it were more provocative, but the voice I heard today seemed to call for me, and I wished my two ears could hear it more. Though she didn't call me Hazuki, she didn't protest when I called her Shiori… perhaps she got upset, but I don't fully remember. Memories that seem clear have blurry spots here and there. Yet, I vividly recall being bitten. She bit me the first time too, but today, she bore her teeth into my neck again, and despite the pain, the sensation was incredibly pleasing. Thinking about such favorable experiences might bring happiness, but feeling my cooled body heat up again, I open my eyes to the piercingly bright room light. I slowly get up, thinking of taking a bath. There's an unpleasant feeling in parts of my body. However, I can't bring myself to wipe away or wash off Miyagi’s traces on me. I want her to touch me again; I want to touch her again. I desire to know deeper parts of Miyagi, and for her to know the depths of me. Right this very moment, if possible. "Though it seems impossible." Leaning against the wall for support, I acknowledge that I don’t know when we might share such moments again. I’m not even sure if Miyagi will be here tomorrow. Last time, when I woke up, Miyagi was gone. "…Surely not, right?" If anyone were to run away, it should be me, having been made to confess such embarrassing things. Yet, I have no intentions of leaving, even if I'm mortified—I want to see Miyagi again tomorrow. But what about Miyagi? There should be no reason for her to leave this time, yet unpredictably she might do something unexpected and vanish by morning. I don't think she'd leave, but I hope she won't. In the morning, I want to say good morning to Miyagi and have breakfast together. So, I decide to wake up early. If she's planning to run away, I want to catch her before she can. Even deciding that, I can’t help but pray. Please, let Miyagi be here as usual tomorrow morning.