179 A Summer Vacation with Sendai-san - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

A Summer Vacation with Sendai-san Chapter 179 Five thousand yen for three times a week. Last summer, I suddenly found myself being tutored by Sendai-san, who proposed this arrangement. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Back then, she would visit almost every other day. This year, though, she's beside me every day. She greets me with a "good morning" and "good night," not because of five thousand yen or the pretext of tutoring. While she's neither family nor merely a friend, she's become a part of my daily sight, and today, she's within my view once again. "Miyagi, how about a little break?" It's been just over three hours since we started our binge of a foreign drama series. The voice from beside me sounds a bit tired, or rather, a bit bored of watching the screen. "Just one more episode." Three hours is a long time, but we're still midway through season one, meaning there's much more ahead. The curiosity to see what happens next makes it feel too early to take a break. "Well then, you keep watching, Miyagi." Even though it was a series we both chose to watch together, Sendai-san irresponsibly turns over on the bed. "Keep watching? If I do that, you won't know the storyline." "It's fine, it's fine. I'll ask you to fill me in later." With a casual air, Sendai-san speaks from her sprawled position on the bed. Since it's her room, she can lounge or flit about all she wants, but when she tells me to watch alone after agreeing to watch together, it feels different. "No, I won't tell you. Just sit properly and watch yourself." "I'm tired." "You're just bored." "I'm not bored, just tired of sitting. Hey, how about a change of scenery?" "You always want to go out, Sendai-san. We already went to the aquarium the other day; isn't that enough for now?" We'd already fulfilled plans to go out a few days ago. Plans for a zoo visit and another aquarium trip are in the works, but those are set for autumn and still undecided. "It's summer vacation, after all. Let's enjoy more summery things. Going out together is fun." "No way. What's even considered ‘summery’?" I don't know where she wants to go, but it's evening already. I can't imagine needing to go anywhere at this hour, and just because it's summer doesn't mean we have to do summery things. "Like going to a pool or watching fireworks?" "It's not the time for a pool and there are no fireworks today. You also mentioned wanting to go on a hot spring trip the other day, but you always say these random things. If you really want to go somewhere, think about it seriously." "How about going out for ice cream?" "We did that already." "Then, how about having dinner out?" I feel that just being in this room is enough without doing anything special for summer. Even though I'm used to being alone, that doesn't mean I like it, and I've always hated long holidays. But now that Sendai-san is here, I don't think holidays are so bad, and it seems like there will be fun things to do. But I don't want to go out now. "Let's not. I'll read manga. You take a break over there, Sendai-san." Rejecting Sendai-san’s suggestion, I pause the drama still playing, grab my phone, and open an e-book. While using the bed as back support, I feel a tug on my hair from behind. "Miyagi." Her voice descends from above my head. Apparently, she has given up lazing around and sat up. "What?" I respond without looking away from my phone. "I'm bored." "Want to watch more drama?" "No." With a weak reply, my hair gets tugged again. Not just once; she gathers it and gives a gentle pull, continuing to play with it quietly. "What are you doing?" I ask while scrolling through pages and get a "Braiding" in return. It's then I realize she's pointlessly braiding my hair and unbraiding it repeatedly. "Is it fun?" "Quite." I don't understand what’s fun about it, but since it doesn’t hinder my reading, and she seems to enjoy it, I let her be. Though I've read this manga several times and can recall the next lines without turning pages, I keep scrolling through them. In the small screen of my phone, the story unfolds. Sendai-san’s fingers, not just toying with my hair but occasionally brushing my ears and neck, bring a warmth that can't be felt through strands alone, a warmth that’s comforting. "Why don't you come over here, Miyagi?" Having tired of braiding, she quietly suggests this and places a gentle kiss on the top of my head. "I won't. You're up to something weird." "Would you not like that, Miyagi?" "I wouldn't." I place my phone on the table but continue facing away from her. "Today, wouldn't it be okay if you became confused?" She whispers this close to my ear, prompting me to push her head away. Bringing up what happened before isn’t fair. I suppress the urge to flee. The aquarium was unexpectedly enjoyable, so I made an effort to express my thoughts, but perhaps I overdid it, saying things best left unsaid. "It wouldn't be." "Then, how long should I wait?" Sendai-san asks in a soft voice. "Wait forever." "Do you think I can wait that long, Miyagi?" "Try your best to wait." "You don't really dislike it, do you, Miyagi?" Instead of saying she’ll wait, Sendai-san throws a new question at me. I don't want to answer. Saying I don’t mind might imply consent, while declaring I hate it might mean she’d stop touching me altogether; neither is what I want to say. "Miyagi." Her hand runs through my hair. Her fingers trace behind my ear, slowly caressing my neck. "You're annoying, Sendai-san." I give her incessant finger a gentle swat, and without resistance, she retracts her hand, and I hear a soft "thud" from behind. Turning towards the bed, I find her lying there. "It’s okay, I’ll wait." With those words, she reassuringly smiles at me. However, her actions don't match her words. Her hand, just withdrawn, reaches out to touch my chin, fingers sliding down to rest above my collarbone. "This isn’t okay." I catch her hand before it finds its way under my t-shirt. While she says she'll wait, it's like she's really saying she wants to do something now. "I just want to enjoy touching you, Miyagi. I won't go further without permission." Sendai-san might lack any sense of shame. She voices things like this without hesitation. Last time, too, she admitted things one wouldn't normally say when I asked about how it felt. Ordinarily, such things wouldn’t be spoken aloud. As a result, there are times when I wonder what she might have done since then. Of course, it's a topic hard to bring up, so I've never asked, but sometimes I'm curious whether she would answer if I did. "Stop touching me. I'm trying to read." I firmly remove the hand resting on my collarbone. "If I don't touch you, I'll feel cold." Sendai-san insists on something absurd, and as she attempts to extend her hand again, I seize it and pin it against the bed with my own, essentially sealing it there. "You're not cold. You're hot, aren’t you?" The warmth of her hand layered on mine atop the bed is intense. Despite her preference for rooms cool enough to make me shiver, this room has recently been kept at a temperature that suits my comfort. Today, too, the temperature is just right for me, so there’s no way she could be cold. "You're right. It is hot. Pass me the remote. I'll make it cooler." "You mean less hot, right? It's usually the latter." "I thought I might set it to a chill that’ll make you want to snuggle up to me." "Stop saying silly things, Sendai-san, and keep quiet." I release her hand and gently press her lips with my fingertip. It doesn’t stop her from speaking, but it prompts her to momentarily fall silent. Her lips part slightly. When I press my finger inside, her tongue curls around it. My finger becomes wet, and I distinctly feel her warmth. Between the first and second knuckles. A light bite is applied. It's just a gentle nibble, so it doesn’t hurt. The pressure fluctuates softly, repeatedly loosening and tightening. It's a soothing sensation—the warmth of her tongue pressing against me and the intermittent firmness of her teeth. I slowly withdraw my finger and observe it. The wetness on my finger brings back memories. The day I made the first move and touched Sendai-san. This finger was wet with something else then. "Miyagi." I hear her voice. But when I don't respond, she climbs down from the bed and sits beside me. "Let me wipe your finger." With that, Sendai-san takes a tissue from the platypus plush’s back and wipes my finger clean. "Miyagi, you were thinking something lewd just now, weren’t you?" "I wasn't." "Are you sure?" "Really sure. You’re the lewd one, Sendai-san." I grab the platypus plush and give her thigh a playful swat.