187 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 187 We planned to watch movies until the break of dawn. However, Sendai-san doesn't seem keen on using the tablet she brought. After taking a bath and changing clothes, she joins me, sipping tea elegantly by my side. "Isn't a sleepover supposed to be about watching movies together?" I ask Sendai-san, who's wearing a T-shirt as pajamas. She places her mug down and looks at me. "We can watch movies if you plan on pulling an all-nighter, Miyagi." "Alright, then let's pull an all-nighter and watch some movies." "You just watched a movie with Utsunomiya, right? Let's save it for later." "I want to watch now." I reach for the tablet on the table, but before I can grab it, Sendai-san snatches it away. "Movies are for when there's nothing left to talk about. I suggested we chat about trivial matters to strengthen our bond." With a smile, Sendai-san places the tablet on the bed propped against the headboard. "I have nothing to talk about." "Sure you do. Like what we'll have for breakfast tomorrow, for instance." "Toast with butter and jam." "Okay, then how about memorable moments from high school?" "I don't need to answer that. This is my room, so I'll decide what we do." I assert firmly, and though Sendai-san responds with "Oh, I see," it doesn't appear like she's willing to comply. She brightly exclaims my name. "Miyagi, Let's have a rock-paper-scissors match." "Huh?" I'm taken aback by her unexpected words, unable to respond properly. "Here we go. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" Reacting instinctively to her cheer, I throw rock. I glance at Sendai-san's hand and see she played paper, her voice filled with amusement. "I win, so movies will wait until later." It seems the rock-paper-scissors match was to determine who decides what we do next. Having won, Sendai-san naturally starts a conversation about trivial matters. "Miyagi, aren't you going to get a part-time job?" "No." If it meant not having to return to an empty house, I might consider it, but for now there's no need. My father ensures I have enough support to get through university without taking on a part-time job. "I mentioned I plan to increase my part-time work over winter break. Would you be interested in joining me?" "You should go by yourself, Sendai-san." I can’t accept the idea of Sendai-san working a part-time job. I don’t want her going to places I don't know or meeting people I haven’t met, yet it doesn’t mean I want to work alongside her. "If you're not going home, you'll have plenty of free time over winter break, right?" "Having free time doesn't mean I'll work." "Why not?" "I'm not fit for it." If I were to work alongside the effortlessly competent Sendai-san, I'd inevitably be compared to her. I'm not like her; I can't do everything flawlessly nor am I as efficient. Working at the same place would likely expose my shortcomings to her. While I’m not aiming to impress her, there's no reason to willingly show her my inadequacies. Moreover, when I'm with Sendai-san in the presence of others, I never know how to act. "After graduating university, you're planning to enter the workforce, right? A part-time job would be good practice for that." "Even as practice, I wouldn't do it with you, Sendai-san." "...Would you do it with Utsunomiya, then?" Her voice lowers slightly. It seems Sendai-san is in a bad mood today. "Maika isn’t involved here." "If you're going to work, do it with me." "I’m not working with you over winter break, or at all." Honestly, I believe it would be better if Sendai-san didn’t take on a part-time job either. Rather than insisting I work, she should consider foregoing her own winter break job. She should quit tutoring and spend lazy days at home instead. But it seems that's not how she feels, as she exhales softly and turns her body towards me in discontent. "I'll say it again. Over winter break, let's work a part-time job together. I'll find the job, so let's do it." "I already said no, I’m not working with you, Sendai-san." Being entered into a part-time job without my consent would be problematic, so I clearly refuse again. No matter how many times it's brought up, I have no intention of working together. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "…Miyagi." Sendai-san calls me by name in a quiet voice. When I don't respond, a hand is placed on my shoulder. "Miyagi, you should consider my feelings a little more." "...Didn't I buy pudding earlier today?" "That's not what I mean. What I’m saying is—it hurts me." Sendai-san’s hand on my shoulder gradually tightens. As I feel like I might be pushed down, I push back against her shoulder, putting a little distance between us. "What do you mean by hurt?" "If you don't get it, never mind." And with that, Sendai-san kisses me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her lips press firmly against mine, a hand wrapping around my back. Over my T-shirt, her hand strokes my scapula, then moves downward. As her hand slips beneath my shirt, I try to push her away, but she brings her lips to mine again. This time, she deepens the kiss, and when her tongue pushes in between my lips, I lightly bite down as if to ward it off. Yet she doesn't pull away. Her tongue, foreign to me, entwines with my own. Her hand travels upward along my spine. Before I know it, her tongue seems to meld seamlessly with my own, and within moments, she's unhooking my bra. With considerable force, I push Sendai-san away, extracting her intrusive hand from my shirt. "This isn’t the kind of mood for doing such things." A kiss is one thing, but it shouldn’t have escalated to the point of removing undergarments. Besides, she promised otherwise. "Besides, you said you’d wait until I was ready." That wasn't an agreement I forced her into. It was something she proposed, something she vowed before stepping into this room, even swearing by the earring. "I didn’t intend for this sleepover to be about these kinds of things... This is on you, Miyagi." "Even if it’s my fault, you made a promise, so keep it." "I will keep it. But once you say yes, I won't need to wait anymore, right?" Sendai-san makes it sound like the natural order of things, once again trying to slide her hand back under my shirt, so I stop her by pressing on her shoulder. The sequence is wrong. She should ask first if it's okay. "Miyagi, if you don't want this, just say so. I'll stop then." "No." "Why?" "I told you before." "You said it would make you feel like things are spiraling out of control, whether doing it or having it done to you, right?" Hearing my own words from Sendai-san’s mouth makes me painfully aware of how embarrassing it was to have said them. I regret having let those words escape because it was something I absolutely didn’t need to admit. "Miyagi." When I remain silent, Sendai-san gently caresses my cheek, prompting a soft acknowledgment from me. "Isn't it fine to lose yourself a little sometimes? Tomorrow's a free day, so relax and let go if you need to." Her hand slips down my cheek to my neck. Sendai-san’s fingertips lightly graze my clavicle, prompting me to grasp her hand firmly. "Sendai-san, you've said similar things before, but I don’t feel it’s okay." Removing the hand adhered to my body, I push it back towards her. "Then I’ll only go as far as you won’t lose control." Her voice whispers near my ear as she presses her lips against my neck. She lightly sucks and gently bites with her teeth, but it's a soft nip that doesn't hurt. Still, it tickles, causing me to momentarily lose strength. Before I realize it, my back is against the floor. "Sendai-san!" I call her name forcefully, only to have my lips captured by hers. Her hand slips deftly beneath my T-shirt. Her hand rests on my stomach, slowly moving upward. The already unhooked bra is pushed aside without hesitation. When I bite her lip, Sendai-san pulls back, retreating, but her hand remains clasped over my chest. I hold my breath instinctively. Yet, Sendai-san does nothing further. Her hand stays perfectly still on my chest. For now, I can keep my composure, only feeling her warmth. But if this continues— I grab her hand over the T-shirt. "I didn't say it was okay." "But you don't want it, right?" "If you understand that, then please move your hand." "I want to respect your feelings, Miyagi, and I think I have been respecting them." "...But you're not doing that now." "I still want to keep going. So instead of saying it's because it'll confuse you, come up with a reason why you truly don't want to, something more substantial, something that would prevent me from doing anything at all." Sendai-san speaks in a tone that sounds both unreasonable and yet undeniably reasonable at the same time. "Then before I answer, you answer me first. What's your reason for wanting to do this?" When I ask, she gazes at me intently. Her hand, which I had grasped, moves voluntarily downward, and I stop it, holding it over my stomach. "...Are you sure you want me to answer that?" Her voice, once confident, now sounds uncertain. Sendai-san lowers her eyes, hesitating. She averts her gaze and the atmosphere grows heavy. There's no reason this should be an uncomfortable moment, yet my heart feels constricted and it's hard to breathe. Like raindrops erratically hitting the window, my heart pounds in an irregular rhythm. I don't know what she wants to say, but it feels like something I shouldn't hear. Her downcast eyes meet mine. As she begins to speak, I cut off her words before she can utter them. "You don't need to answer." "But you asked, Miyagi." "I know, but you don't have to answer." "Alright, I won't answer... But at least give me a proper reason for why you don't want to." With that, Sendai-san withdraws her hand from beneath my T-shirt.