381 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Only My Sendai-san Chapter 381 "If you can't take it off yourself, should I do it for you?" As Sendai-san's voice reaches my ears, I grab the hand she's placed on my stomach. "You don't need to do something like that." "I already told you, it's dark anyway, you can't see anything." Even though that's clearly not true, Sendai-san says it as if it were. The lights are off in this room, and the curtains are drawn, but it's not pitch black. Enough light seeps in from the outside world for me to make out the faint outline of Sendai-san's face. "I can see you." "Isn't it just your imagination?" "It's definitely not my imagination." "Miyagi, just pretend it's all in your head." "You're telling me to pretend, so it's not actually dark, right?" I remove her hand from my body. Sendai-san is relentlessly persistent. However, without such persistence, today wouldn't have been the day to fulfill the promise. A promise that was postponed yesterday due to my stomach's untimely growl, despite me having mustered the courage to say "If it's now, it's fine." I don't regret giving Sendai-san the right to decide. Seeing Sendai-san finally return yesterday made me realize she should be by my side. I feel the same today. "Miyagi, do you remember the other day?" Sendai-san changes the subject, and I ask back, "What other day?" "When you did it to me, wasn't the room bright? And I think I took off my clothes." "...That was that, and this is this. Besides, I don't need to take them off for this." "I don't need to take them off either." "Sendai-san, take them off." "I told you before, it's okay." In the room unable to be completely hidden by darkness, Sendai-san sits up, and as she does, I follow, pulled up by her, as she gently clasps my hand. "Miyagi, undo the buttons." Under her guidance, my hand is pressed against her chest. The sensation of buttons against my palm makes my heart race. One by one, slowly. I begin undoing the buttons on her blouse. Sensing Sendai-san's gaze, I look up and our eyes meet. This room doesn't possess enough darkness to conceal everything. I want to complain, but instead, I silently continue with my task. I remove her blouse, then her camisole, and gently touch the four-leaf clover that adorns her chest. "I'm nervous," she murmurs, and I deny it. "You're definitely not." "I am. It's been a while since we've done something like this." "It would be a problem if it hasn't." "I wouldn't mind." She embraces me with a quiet voice, pulling me close. As I wrap my arms around her back, her warmth envelops me. I slowly glide my hands over her smooth skin and bury my face in the curve of her neck. "Does it feel good?" She asks, and I reply affirmatively, "It feels good." Everything about Sendai-san feels good. The warmth from her skin through my palms feels good, and the familiar smell of her shampoo is comforting. But it's not enough, so I reach for her bra clasp. "You can take it off," she whispers beside my ear, gently biting at my neck. "I was going to without being told." The only thing Sendai-san decided on was "whether to do it today or not." She has no right to decide anything else. After unclasping what was beneath my fingers, I gently push her away, removing the covering hiding her upper body and touch the curves beneath. As soft as I remember from before. When my fingertips trace her outline, her body quivers. "Miyagi's touch feels good." During moments like these, Sendai-san seems to lack any sense of embarrassment. In the past, she surprised me by saying things no normal person would, like when I once asked how good it felt, she openly replied "Better than when I do it myself." She even guided me to the places that felt best for her. Ears, collarbones, chest. And many more. I slide my hands across her skin, tracing along her ribs, and press against her chest. "Miyagi, don't you want to be closer to me?" Tenderly combing my hair, her invitation draws me in with a voice she doesn't usually use. Without waiting for my answer, her hands find their way beneath my shirt, pressing gently against my back. "I want to get closer to you, Miyagi." There's no moving any closer. We're closer than when we're eating or sitting side by side watching a movie. Closer than anyone else could possibly get. So what Sendai-san is saying is strange. But even when she's shed all her clothing, there's still something that exists between us. The 'thing' that can only be removed by my decision. Should it vanish, I can be closer to Sendai-san. "Miyagi." Sendai-san's hands trail slowly down my spine. She gently strokes my shoulder blades and grips my waist. "Come closer." Her voice, after leaving me alone yesterday, resonates deeply, penetrating me, as her warmth captures the tiny part of myself hidden away within. "That's an unfair way to put it." Because I was alone yesterday, I yearn to be closer to Sendai-san. I want to strip away the barriers, and touch Sendai-san, who is softer and warmer than the hard floor of the shared space. "I'll take it off," she says, softly tracing my cheek and gripping the hem of my T-shirt. Reflexively, I hold her hand to stop her. "You erotic demon, Sendai-san. I never said it was okay." "You didn't say it was okay, but you didn't say no either." Her pleasant voice rings in my ears, and I peel her hand away from my shirt. "Turn around... and don't look this way. Also, Sendai-san, take off your skirt." "Alright, but you need to take this off, too, Miyagi." She nudges the jeans covering my legs, and when I reply "I'll decide," Sendai-san obediently turns her back. I remove my shirt and look down at my denim jeans. Even in the past, I didn't take them off, and it hadn't been an issue, so there's no need today. But Sendai-san's warmth was comforting. Lessening the barriers between us might let me feel her warmth more. "Miyagi, are you ready now?" Sendai-san asks, and I respond, "Not yet." I inhale, then exhale. With trembling hands, I undo the button on my jeans. I pull down the zipper but pause momentarily. I clench my hands tightly and peel off the jeans. "Miyagi. I'm turning around now." On the bed, tugging at the towel blanket, I lie down. With my back to Sendai-san, I burrow underneath and hear her call my name again. "Do as you like." My voice comes out low, and I bite my lip. I clutch the blanket tightly and feel a gentle tap from Sendai-san, who has apparently turned towards me. "I'm going to take the blanket off." Knowing that words like "no" are meaningless if I'm intent on keeping my promise, I stay silent. As I take a deep breath and exhale, the towel blanket is tugged, and almost reflexively, I pull it back. "Miyagi. Let go." Hearing her voice, sweet as cotton candy, I release my hold. The towel blanket is pulled away again, and the armor that protected me disappears. "...Miyagi, what about your underwear?" She asks while her hand trails along the strap of my bra. "Absolutely not," I respond, still facing away. "Even though I've taken mine off?" she challenges, prompting me to turn my head towards her. "Not all of it." While Sendai-san's upper body is uncovered, her skirt is the only thing gone from her lower half. "If I take it off, will you?" "I won't." "Miyagi, you're so stingy," she mutters, and I hear the bed creak as she lies down. She embraces me from behind, and her soft form touches mine, sending my heart racing. Her arms wrap tightly around me, erasing any gaps between us. Arms, chest, waist, legs—all of Sendai-san's skin presses against mine, and though there's still something covering me, she's closer than ever. If I were to remove my underwear... If all that covers me were to vanish, I could feel even closer to Sendai-san. I understand that, but I lack the courage. Even though what protects me is flimsy, if it were all gone, I'd feel overwhelmingly vulnerable. I lay my hand over hers. My heart beats frantically, and I think I can hear the impossible sound of blood flowing. The places where we touch are intensely hot, yet I can't tell if my feet feel hot or cold. My awareness focuses solely on where Sendai-san and I overlap, making it hard to breathe. "Miyagi." The way she softly calls my name tickles. "Turn this way; I want to kiss you." "No." "Miyagi." As she spoke, Sendai-san draws even closer. Her fingertips trace my lips and stroke my neck. Her lips touch my shoulder, and her hand glides over my collarbone. When her tongue traces my spine, the sensation tickles, making me squirm, and she undoes my bra clasp. As I'm about to protest, her hand slides inside the bra, brushing over my chest. "Sendai-san, don't," I say, though she seemingly hears, her fingertips still graze the center of my chest. In an attempt to evade, I turn my body towards her and cover her eyes. "I can't see," she grumbles. "That's the point." "Why?" "Looking at me isn't interesting." "If Miyagi tells me not to look, I'll try not to, but I don't find looking at you boring. On the contrary, I want to." "Sendai-san, quit talking nonsense at times like these." "Then, do you want me to talk like this at other times?" "Of course not." I declare firmly, as she places her hand over mine that's covering her eyes. "Miyagi. I'll close my eyes, so let go." "Are you really closing them?" "I already have." "Really?" "Really." Though my view, shaded like faint ink, is unclear, I sense her lips forming a smile. Wanting to see her smile, I move my hand away. A gentle, floating smile. Our gazes intertwine. I nudge my foot against Sendai-san. "You're looking." "This way, I can't see." In a room tainted with shadows, she moves closer. The distance between us quickly closes and our lips meet. Though I had always been watching Sendai-san, I can only remember her beauty, leaving me uncertain if her eyes are open. Even if they were open, I see nothing. All I can see is a part of her beautiful face in my view. When Sendai-san pulls away, she immediately returns, kissing softly time and again, and her tongue ventures tentatively into my mouth. Kisses like this were once off-putting, but familiarity with the mingled heat now leads me to no longer mind her tongue touching mine. Instead, I find myself yearning for her, and my tongue moves of its own volition. When attempting to entwine further, she teases me, making me pursue. Our tongues touch and intertwine. Overwhelmed, I forget how to breathe, suffocating. Pushing against her shoulder briefly parts us, but she returns to capture my lips. Her tongue parts my lips, grazing me. Desperate for oxygen, I gently bite her tongue, which prompts her to withdraw to a comfortable distance, allowing me to take a deep breath. "Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you." As Sendai-san informs me, I avert my gaze, not wanting to meet hers. "You mentioned wanting me to report to you when I found something I like, right? I found it." "What is it?" Though her gaze unsettles me, my curiosity about the 'thing she likes' makes me urge her to continue. "Hazuki." "...Your name?" "Yes. Because Miyagi gave me a necklace, and 'Hazuki' became a name that only Miyagi gave me.—So now I like my name." The necklace I gave her comes into view. A four-leaf clover complementing the moon necklace guarded by the black cat to form "Hazuki." Reaching over, I stroke it gently. —My only Sendai Hazuki. I draw her close and press a kiss to her lips. "Shiori," she calls softly, "Call me Hazuki." "...Hazuki," I respond. "Please keep calling me that for now." I can't answer. Yet, Sendai-san says nothing more as she caresses my cheek. Then, her hand slides to my neck, as she gently nibbles at my collarbone. Something warm and soft presses against me and moves slowly downward. Her gentle lips crawl along my skin, coaxing unspoken sounds from me. Her hand presses below my ribs, grazing my waist. The soft caress makes me lift my chin, and an involuntary voice escapes. "Let me hear your voice more," she whispers near my ear as I grab her shoulders. A delicate bite to my neck causes my body to shiver. Her tongue flicks against my ear, nipping at the lobe. "Nngh," I sigh, unable to suppress the raspy noise, lacking the time to bite my lip. "Shiori, you're cute." "Shut up." Wishing to silence her unnecessary words, her tongue teasing my ear forces me to cover my own mouth. It's infuriating. Her hand trails up my hip, exploring my ribcage. Shifting my displaced bra, she presses her palm against my chest, causing me to tremble. Without words, her hand moves slowly, as if to explore the contours of my chest. She remains silent, but I understand what's happening. Her fingertips graze a part of me I don't want touched. My body won't obey my will. When Sendai-san moves, my body reacts on its own, revealing things I'd rather keep hidden from her. My vocal chords move without my control, preventing me from protesting. "It’s okay." Spoken gently, her words allow me to exhale. Yet, as she gently strokes the hardened center of my chest, I suck in a breath. Being touched by Sendai-san in such a near-naked state makes this act feel significant. "Shiori." The way she calls my name dissolves my rationality, prompting me to sink my teeth gently into her shoulder. This act we're engaging in is not something we need to do. We're doing it solely to keep a promise, without any deeper meaning. I wish for Sendai-san to remain close, because of her delayed return yesterday, which was her fault. Since Sendai-san belongs here, this shouldn’t be a special occasion. I grasp at the tail end of my reason, pulling it close, reminding myself. "Shiori, you're cute." The words I denied hearing before echo again. Sendai-san is a liar. Though she claimed she'd try not to look at me, she does, and I am not cute. "Don't look." I push gently against her shoulder. "It's alright. I can't see that much anyway." "Even seeing a little is too much." Her hand continues its gentle movement across my chest, and though I grab it to try to draw her closer, it doesn't go as planned. Her face nears my chest, spilling her breath upon it. Her lips land softly there, and her tongue presses against a spot I don't wish her to see. "S-Sendai-san!" "Hazuki." A gentle correction. When I remain silent, her hand trails over my side. The lukewarm thing continues to probe my chest, scattering kisses where they're unneeded. "Hazuki, stop." My reason melts away like ice under the sun's glare. The tail end disappears as I lock reason that’s becoming invisible in my hands. "Isn't it okay?" "No, stop." "Then let me remind you of those places that felt good for me, Shiori." "You already told me." "I'll tell you again." Her whisper melts into my ears, further dissolving my reason. Her hand drifts, pecking at my hip. "Here felt good." Her syrupy voice stirs my breath. Her lips attach to my ribs, tracing the warmth along the bone. "Here too." To Sendai-san's voice, I reply, "Stop." I reply again and again. But she doesn't stop. Her hands endlessly glide over my body, dropping kisses and repeating that it felt good. Her voice pulls the Sendai-san within my mind outward, reminding me of her warmth, reactions, and how her experience overlaps with mine. It feels good to be one with Sendai-san, who was changed under my hands. Emotions wash over me with every touch, disrupting my breathing, and sounds that I shouldn't make escape from my mouth. "Shut...shut up." In a husky voice, I try to halt her repeated affirmations, but her voice and touch don't stop. "You don't need to say it every time." "I want to. And I want you to feel even better, Shiori." Before I knew it, Sendai-san's breathing had become irregular, and it was becoming closer to the voice I had heard her make in the past. When I glide over Sendai-san's skin and slide my hand over hers, her response is, "Do it more." Having cast away my shame, I nibble her shoulder, only to be bitten back. Her fingertips tease the center of my chest again, making my voice tremble. "I said stop." "It's okay." Sendai-san's gaze makes me want to flee, but fleeing would mean I can't see her anymore. I want to watch her forever. Yet don't wish to be watched. I reach for Sendai-san, capturing her. Drawing her in, our body heat mixes together even more. Her hand caresses lower over my side, slipping into my underwear without warning. "Shiori." Hearing my name, my breath pauses. Knowing what's happening at the tip of her fingers, I reflexively respond, "Stop." My emotions, ignited by Sendai-san, spread through the fabric clinging to me. I don't want to sully the pristine Sendai-san, and I don't know what will happen to me if she touches me there. "Shiori. I want to get closer." Her voice, sweeter than French toast, resonates in my head. "Don't look." "Then hold me tightly so I can’t see." Wrapping my arms around her back, my nails dig into her soft skin, gripping the flesh beneath. I use too much pressure and relax my arms, as Sendai-san replies with a softly spoken, "Feels good, do it more." "Pervert." I dig my teeth into her neck, and the reply comes, "It's nothing new," as I hug her closer. Her hand, having nestled in forbidden territory, begins to glide between my legs. "Shiori." Her whisper is mine alone to hear, tickling my ears. Her fingers brush against a part I'd rather keep hidden. Some of my emotions, overflowing, taints her. As she presses down softly, my colored voice spills out uncontrollably. Her fingers move gently, and I start to melt. Hazuki. Involuntarily, my voice calls her, my body reacting. Hazuki, Hazuki. A name I hadn't intended to whisper pours out again and again. Shiori. As I call her name again and again, something sticky and sludgy wraps around Sendai-san. "Let me hear that voice more." She whispers in my ear, and my nails dig into her back. "No." "Shiori." The sugary voice prompts my teeth to clench. "I want to be closer to you, Shiori." Holding her tighter, her arm wraps me securely. "I'm here with you, Shiori." Sendai-san embeds herself within me, reshaping who I am, making unacceptable things okay, unforgivable things allowable. I need her so much that nothing would begin without her. "Shiori, I'm not going anywhere." Her hand tenderly caresses me. The reason I grasped melts away and dissolves into a sea. Sendai-san becomes tainted, and I was drowning. I trace her spine with my hands, clenching her hips. Her skin, smooth wherever I touch, invites me. I long to touch her more, be touched by her more. "So, Shiori." Her fingers move deliberately, caressing places only she knows. Pressing firmly and tenderly, sliding, ever connected. I embrace Sendai-san, so close I can't stand it. Bodies pressed snugly together, delighting in sensual intimacy. "Stay with me." Sendai-san's hand presses against me. The sea formed from the remnants of my raionality deepens, leaving me breathless. Swept away by overflowing emotions, I sink, grasping Sendai-san to avoid being alone. "Hazuki," I utter, a raspy voice emerging as I sink further. "Hazuki, stop," I plead. It's painful and I bite her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "What is it?" "I don't know, but stop." I can't think clearly. In a room far from total darkness, everything starts to fade. "Why?" "Because... I'm confused." "Let yourself be confused." "No, stop." The fingers I dirtied now return the favor. Thick, swirling emotions pour into the sea, pulling me further into its depths. "Hazuki, please stop," I plead. I'm overwhelmed, gasping for breath I can't catch. "Do you really want me to stop?" I don't want her to stop, yet I do. I long to keep feeling her warmth. My mind is jumbled, thoughts tangled into knots. "It's not unbearable, yet unbearable." The fingers pressed against me melt into me. The body I embrace refuses to separate from me. It feels so good that distinctions blur, merging us into an inseparable entity. Sendai-san becomes me, and I become her, melted together and indistinguishable. Without Sendai-san, the world seems dull and meaningless. Yet, we can't remain one forever. I'm scared. "Please stop," I murmur. Sendai-san's thigh presses against me, its smoothness and warmth apparent. My heart races noisily, breaths shallow, yet I want her closer. But I'm frightened when I think about what will happen when we're apart. I don't know what to do. "Hazuki." I gather the voices inside my body, calling the name meant only for me. My thoughts refuse to untangle. They coil in circles, sinking to the depths of my heart. From this blurred world, light spills over, but I'm cast into a dark world I've never seen, halting my breath. "Hey, I can't take anymore. Stop, or today will disappear," I implore, seeking solace as my nails dig into her back. The slow-moving fingers increase in speed. The overflowing emotions make sounds, drenching Sendai-san. "Shiori." The voice tailored for only me feels good. Clinging to her, I search for the reason that evades me. "H-Hazuki." Floating gently, my body feels weightless, all tension fleeing. Sendai-san still tightly hugs me. It's hard to breathe, the heat is suffocating, and Sendai-san's body feels good. Slowly, I let my eyes close.