17 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 17 "Coming all the way just to be ordered around? Doesn't that make you some kind of pervert, Sendai-san?" Go home. I thought I had said it once, but I couldn't bring myself to voice it aloud. "Not as much as you, Miyagi. So, are you going to give an order or not?" She imposes the choice on me, staring intently at me through the monitor, even though she shouldn't be able to. I couldn't bear the thought of her ceasing to come to this room without reason, so before spring break could provide a reason for her to stop coming, I gave one. Yet here she was, standing just beyond the intercom. Sending Sendai-san away would be simple. But once she goes home, she might never come back. "...I'll let you in now." I don't know what her intentions are, but Sendai-san came nonetheless. So, I'll just let her into the room. It's not as if I'm trying to make her stay. "Thanks." Saying that, her image vanished from the monitor. Shortly after, the chime rang, and when I opened the door, there she was. Before she even took off her shoes, she held up a small paper bag for me to see. "What do you want to do with this?" Sendai-san asks as if to confirm. Inside the paper bag were the clothes I had given her that day, and the decision on what to do with them rested with me, as always. Sendai-san awaited my answer. "You came here to be given orders, didn't you?" I turned away without taking the bag from her, and I heard the sound of the door closing and being locked. "That works for me." Her voice was neither heavy nor light as it reached me, and I proceeded into the room, leaving her behind. Naturally, I heard footsteps trailing behind, and as I opened the door to my room, she slipped inside, settling into the bed she always occupied. "Nothing's changed in this room, huh?" Despite less than a month passing, she spoke nostalgically, as if visiting after a year away. "There's no need to change anything." "I guess you're right." Sendai-san spoke lightly, like petals dancing in the breeze, as she picked up a manga from beside the pillow. "This is the manga from back then. You were reading it, huh?" I should have put it away. I regretted having left out the manga I had once let her read when she first came to this room. But it was too late now. "And if I was?" "Nothing." She wasn't laughing, but her voice was slightly higher than before. She was probably amused. I hate this aspect of Sendai-san. "Speaking of which, why didn't you call me for a whole week?" Casually, she asked while flipping through the pages of the manga without actually reading. "There are times you just don't call for a while." "But you never went a whole week without calling me before. There must be a reason." "Because we're in our third year now." While it wasn't entirely accurate, it wasn't entirely incorrect either, as I voiced my response. "Are you going to cram school?" "...No, I'm not." I had no plans to attend cram school. I wasn't particularly fond of studying, nor did I have an overwhelming desire to attend college. If there was a university out there that I could get into without much effort, then I would consider it. If not, then I’d just weigh my options later. Whether she was convinced by my answer or not was unclear, but Sendai-san simply said, "Hmm," and closed the manga, suddenly mentioning Maika's surname. "You're in the same class as Utsunomiya, right?" "That's right." I hadn't told Sendai-san that I was in the same class as Maika, nor had I had the opportunity. Yet, somehow, she knew. Perhaps on the first day of the school year, she had taken the trouble to search through the list of names for mine. No, it was more likely that she came across it while searching for her own name, given she was in class two while I was in class one. I took the manga from her hands. That wasn't it. It didn't matter either way. To rid my thoughts of these needless concerns, I placed the manga back on the shelf. "I'm sure you were disappointed not to be in the same class with me." Amidst the neatly lined books, a teasing voice reached my ears. "I wasn't." "Really? I was, though." Turning to that weightless voice, I found Sendai-san smiling brightly. "You're lying." "It's not a lie." In a theatrical manner, she said, and then stood beside me, picking a manga from the shelf. I took it from her hands and returned it to its place, asking, "I can order you anything, right?" "Are you asking that now?" "It's not 5,000 yen today, so just in case." "It's fine, just as usual." Sendai-san stated with the same expression as before spring break. Looking out the window, the sky had turned a deep red. The neighboring house and the apartment a few doors down had also been painted the same shade. With spring here, the days had become slightly longer compared to winter. The heater wasn't needed anymore. Even with the warmth, Sendai-san remained in her blazer. I drew the curtains, separating the room from the world draped in sunset hues. Then, I sat on the bed. "Sit there." When I pointed to the spot in front of the bed, Sendai-san sat on the floor and grabbed my foot. "You want me to take off the sock and lick your foot, right?" "You know it well." "You like these kinds of orders, don't you?" "It's not like I like it. It's just that there aren't any other things I can order you to do." "Oh, really?" When she looked at me doubtfully, I responded by nudging her shoulder with my foot, saying, "Hurry up." "Violence is not the answer." "That wasn't violence." I thought she'd retort, but instead, she quietly put her hands on my foot. She removed the sock, cupping my heel with her hand. Her exhaled breath, a warm caress over my toes, and the soft, moist sensation that followed. Her tongue pressed against my toes, wetting them. Her tongue slowly trailed upwards along the top of my foot, the sensation a little unsettling. Yet, the sight of Sendai-san licking my foot felt somehow satisfying. I didn’t know anything about the class she was in. But she was probably still sitting comfortably at the top of the school caste, enjoying every day alongside Ibaraki-san and her group. Yet here she was, licking my foot. Her tongue pressed firmly. More than ever, I felt her warmth against my skin, our heat merging and becoming part of me. Her tongue moved toward my ankle. Despite the absence of the heater, the room felt a bit warm. Loosening my tie, I felt a strong pull near my ankle. It wasn't the same as her tongue, and in response, I tightened my grip on the sheets. "Sendai-san, stop that." As soon as I spoke, her lips withdrew, and, without warning, she bit my toe. "Ouch!" Her teeth bit into the flesh. Still, she didn't stop. It wasn't as painful as catching a finger in the door, but the sharp sting made me jolt my foot. "Sendai-san, stop it." Slowly, the pressure of her teeth on my toe eased, and with it, the pain dissipated. In its place, her soft tongue languidly swept over the skin. The sensation of her tongue sticking to me was still less than pleasant. Nevertheless, I didn't find the warmth of Sendai-san's body disagreeable. The heat radiating from my foot seemed to rise all the way to my abdomen, even making my exhaled breaths feel warm. It wasn't a good feeling, though. "Sendai-san, how long do you plan on coming here?" To halt her actions, I tugged gently on her bangs. "Hmm, until graduation, maybe? We're probably not going to the same college. If you tell me not to come, I won't anymore. Do you not want me here?" Sendai-san raised her head and spoke with a surprisingly earnest tone. Keep coming over. If I said that, she'd probably continue to visit until graduation. But I didn't want to ask her to come, so I uttered words that didn't quite answer her question. "Are you planning on going to college?" "Are you, Miyagi?" "I don't know. Where are you planning to go, Sendai-san?" "I haven't decided yet." Does she just not want to tell me her preferred school? Or has she truly not decided? The conversation ended ambiguously, neither of us really sure of the other's intent. When I looked at the curtain blocking the sunset, the fading light seeping through it had grown dim. As if out of boredom, Sendai-san's hand began to stroke my ankle. Her touch lightly brushing my ankle bone prompted a reflexive twitch of my foot. In protest, I nudged her thigh gently with my own, prompting her to speak. "Hey, Miyagi. I'm not good with carbonated drinks." Surprised by the unexpected confession at an equally unexpected moment, I couldn’t help but blurt out, "Huh?" "That’s a bit late to mention, isn't it?" "At first, I didn't think I'd end up coming here for so long, and I missed the right time to say it." "...I'll serve you cider again next time." "Wow, you're mean." "Shut up. No more chitchat. Keep licking my foot." Sendai-san pressed her lips against the top of my foot, producing a small sound. Her tongue met my skin. The heat merged, intertwining with me. Her warmth seeped into me. Her wet tongue crawled along, moving towards my ankle. It was still a slightly unsettling feeling.