207 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 207 "So, what am I supposed to do?" Her quiet voice reminded me of what I had done yesterday, making my heart race. Along with that, I also recalled the things I wished I could erase from Sendai-san's memory. My grip on her clothes tightened. I only said what I did because Sendai-san was taking forever to come back. Even if I regret it, I can't change anything now, so I create reasons to convince myself. Moreover, with time, memories fade. It will be alright. Sendai-san's memory should also fade, and eventually, she will forget about yesterday. "Here, do it yourself." I gave a gentle tug on Sendai-san's clothes beside me and let go. I just need to make sure nothing unnecessary is said today. Checking if there are any marks left just requires a slight lift of her shirt, nothing like what happened yesterday. "Is this enough?" Sendai-san lifted the hem of her shirt without hesitation. But it was only a little, revealing just two of the marks I had left. "More." She must have heard my voice, yet instead of lifting more, she lowered the hem of her shirt. "You confirmed it, right? So, we're done here." "I couldn't see it clearly. Just lift it properly." "No." "Why not? Just do what I say." "It's not a penalty game, so I don't have to. I've shown you the marks, so be satisfied." She declared this in a decidedly firm tone, holding her shirt down before I could reach for it. I couldn't believe she was the same person who had stripped off her clothes and underwear in front of me before. "You said earlier, 'do as you please.'" I knew it wasn't a penalty game and lacked any obligation, but since Sendai-san herself said it was okay to do as I pleased, she should quietly accept what I intend to do. "Do you want to see the kiss marks that badly?" "They're not kiss marks, just marks." "Whatever they are, I'm not showing you anymore." Even as she said this firmly, I couldn't accept it at this point. She needed to take responsibility for her words and allow me to confirm more than just two marks. If I wished to touch her body, she should allow that too. Crafting a reason to touch the red marks, I placed my hand on Sendai-san's shoulder and gently pushed her down with my weight. "Ouch." Her back hit the floor hard, and a voice of discontent arose. "If you're going to push me down, say so beforehand. It's dangerous." Ignoring her words, I lifted her knit sweater just enough to touch the red marks. Beside her navel. Above and below her ribs. Near her side. I traced each of the numerous marks I had left yesterday, so many that counting them seemed pointless. As my fingers brushed against her bra, I hesitated on whether or not to remove it. As I traced the lace edge covering her chest, Sendai-san tried to grab my hand. "Don't move." "Miyagi, you think if you just speak firmly, I'll do everything you say, don't you?" "I won't lift any more, and I won't take off your bra, so just listen." As I gently touch her chest over her bra, Sendai-san replied, sounding annoyed. "You think I will?" "Please." I insistently spoke, pressing firmly on the red marks. In ensuring the marks I'd left were still there, I felt the need to affirm that part of Sendai-san, a part only I knew about. I couldn't bear for anyone, including Sendai-san herself, to get in the way. "...I'm only letting you touch the visible parts, alright?" Sounding resigned, Sendai-san relaxed. Upon her body, I traced the marks once more, slowly. With my fingertips, I caressed her smooth skin, pressing the marks with my nails. I laid my palm over the red marks and absorbed Sendai-san's warmth. The red marks speckling her white skin extended beneath her clothing. Remembering where my lips had been yesterday, I caressed over her clothes, tracing the unseen marks, and again ran my fingers along the visibly marked side. The red marks, both visible and not, assured me a part of me was still with Sendai-san. Markings on her skin, bright under the light, seemed unlikely to fade anytime soon. But before they could, I wanted to leave more of myself, so I leaned in toward a red mark. Biting gently above her navel, I sucked firmly. Ideally, I wanted to mark places visible to everyone. I wanted to leave marks on places like her back, untouched yesterday, If possible, I'd cover Sendai-san with my marks completely. I wanted it so that anyone glancing at her body would know she belonged to someone, and that if she glanced at someone else, she'd instantly remember who she belonged to. Wishing to bind someone like this might mean there's something wrong with me. I understood my abnormality but couldn't help making a new mark on her body. Above her stomach, shifting slightly, I pressed my lips. After marking the fourth spot, Sendai-san quietly spoke. "Miyagi, you said you'd just look, right?" "I was just re-marking where they were fading." Raising my face to answer, she responded with a slightly lower voice. "When I checked this morning, none of them looked like they were fading, and you made new ones, right?" "They seemed about to fade now, so I refreshed them, and added a few for good measure." "Hey, weren't we supposed to add more only when I broke the promise of telling you if I'd be late? I haven’t broken any promises today." With that, I sucked hard beneath her ribs, leaving yet another mark. "Adding one or two more shouldn't be a big deal, should it?" I asserted, trailing my hands strongly along her ribs. "It's not just one or two, though. You added more than that." "...What's up with you today, Sendai-san?" I inquired, observing her uncharacteristic displeasure. "'What's up with me?" "I mean, whatever I do, you don’t usually complain this much, right?" Gently, I caressed the red marks on her side and looked at Sendai-san as she grasped my hand. As it was peeled away from her stomach, I continued. "You were being honest until just now, Sendai-san. What changed all of a sudden?" Hearing my voice, Sendai-san sighed and straightened her clothes. Then she sat up and hugged me as I straddled her legs. "Miyagi. Did you have any dreams yesterday?" Sendai-san suddenly whispered. "Why are you asking suddenly?" "Just tell me if you dreamt something unusual." I understood what kind of dream she was referring to. It was the dream I had seen, the one I had impulsively mentioned to Sendai-san yesterday. She must remember it and was now asking me. "Unusual in what way?" Hesitant to solidify her memories, I asked. She responded with unrelated words instead of answering my question. "I had one, you know. So this kind of thing troubles me." I couldn't see her face, but I felt her warmth transmitted from her body pressed against mine. "I don't mean it that way." "I know, but it makes me feel that way." Sendai-san's hand slipped deftly under my shirt. Her fingers traced my waist and along my spine. Every movement passed more than just tickling warmth from her touch over my skin. "Miyagi, you should feel the same way." "I don't. That's not being just a roommate anymore." When I pushed against Sendai-san's shoulder, she pulled away, and I could finally see her face. "Then, is what you were doing earlier something roommates do?" She said softly, looking at me with an oddly serious expression. "...It is." "Then that means I can do the same, right?" Her hand began to move, gently caressing my side and pressing her palm against me. Distracted by the warmth from her hand, I was caught off guard when she bit my shoulder over my shirt, and I pushed her away forcefully. "No, Sendai-san." "Why not? It's strange that only I have marks." "It's not strange." "Can't I at least leave one mark?" "No." "Then let me touch you." I wasn't sure what she meant by "then," but as she tried to lift my shirt, I grabbed her hand and declared firmly. "Your touch feels too erotic, Sendai-san, and I don't want that." "How come you get it, but don't feel the same way?" It's not that I don't feel anything at all. Sendai-san's touch feels good, and my rational mind, which is supposed to reject her, starts to abandon its duty. Her warmth seeps through the gaps in my reason, threatening to tear it to pieces. In the past, I succumbed to those feelings on Sendai-san's bed, finding pleasure and embarrassment in actions I can never forget. Even now, remembering that day, my throat feels dry despite having just drunk some orange juice. If I keep repeating such things, I won't be myself anymore. I barely understand what I want now, and I'll become even more confused. "Miyagi, just throw away your rationality." The voice seemed as if it peered into my thoughts, and I let out a small sigh. My body felt hot. I don't understand how I want things to be with Sendai-san. I don't know the path I want to take. I was the one who said I wanted to stay roommates, yet now, I'm unsure if those were the right words. Even though I understand nothing, I desperately want Sendai-san to remain here. "Sendai-san..." When I called her softly, she responded with, "What?" I released her hand I had been holding and let my fingers glide over her earring. "If you promise never to leave, you can do as you wish, Sendai-san." "I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay right here." Sendai-san embraced me, saying words that felt false. "Will you stay here without going to part-time work or university?" Of course, that's impossible. Sendai-san will attend university and go to work. I might not work, but I'll still go to university. It's impossible for either of us to remain here without going anywhere. Proving my point, Sendai-san offered no response. I gently pushed her body away and bit her lip. I pressed down hard enough to leave a mark, tasting a bit of blood. "Miyagi, that hurts." Her voice came out flat. It hurt me too. Even though there was no visible wound, it felt painful.