Chapter 402 – Declaration of War

Shoot!

It was raining outside.
The sky was getting dark, the weather was chilly for the middle of summer.
Because of this, the unique excitement that comes on the day of vacation subsided somewhat, but that was only for other students, not for me.

I like rainy days.
When I smelled the earthy scent rising from the wet ground and heard the unique sound of rain, I felt psychologically stable.

“Everyone, don’t cause trouble during vacation.”

With a few words from the homeroom teacher, who had heard the principal’s instruction on TV, the vacation began.

“Guys, don’t leave right away. Pick up the communication from the front.”

Due to the joy and excitement, some students who couldn’t hear Miyuki’s words tried to run out.
However, because a huge figure was blocking the back door, their actions were only an attempt.

“Correspondence.”

When I blocked the back door with a grim expression and pointed to the teacher’s table, the students flinched and scratched their heads.

“Oh sorry.”

There’s nothing to be sorry about.
I’m doing this to prevent students who didn’t bring the letter with them to ask Miyuki by phone or text message later.

“Here’s the communication.”

“Pass.”

He had a solemn expression on his face, like a gatekeeper, and only left the space for those holding letters in their hands. A few students looked at Miyuki and me alternately and giggled.
I guess it was funny that I was moving around as Miyuki’s great limbs.

It seems like everyone knows what’s going on between her and me, so I wonder if in the future I’ll have to hand out her wedding invitations to everyone but one.
While I was thinking that, Tetsuya came up to me with one of her friends.

“It’s like a student council. “Why don’t you at least apply?”

It’s a voice that contains a bit of sarcasm, and I really don’t like it.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“No way.”

Tetsuya shrugged her shoulders and held up the communication as if to show me.
I snorted as if it was ridiculous and took a step to the side.

“Have a good vacation. “I’ll see you when you come to cheer me on at the national championship.”

Tetsuya passed me by saying those words.
Despite his sharp tone of voice, he is surprisingly calm.
I thought I would at least hit him on the shoulder, but I guess he can’t do that because he’s scared?

“OK.”

After giving an arrogant answer, I didn’t even look at Tetsuya, I just acted as the doorkeeper, and when her classroom was empty, I cleaned up Miyuki and her.
As I was silently aligning her desk and chair, she suddenly stood in front of the desk by her window and motioned to me.

“Matsuda-kun, wait a minute…”

As I approached Miyuki, she noticed where I was and raised the corners of her mouth and asked.

“Do you remember this place?”

You can’t not know.
In this composition, where we were facing each other across the desk, Miyuki and I kissed in a romantic comedy style.
Just as I sometimes smile while imagining that scene before going to sleep, Miyuki must have also suddenly remembered that scene.

“I remember.”

“Okay? “It was bright and bright back then, unlike today… Right?”

“That’s right.”

“But I don’t think the weather is bad right now.”

After saying that, Miyuki pushed her face towards me, trying to answer her question.
A soft feel from the lips.
Even Miyuki’s unique sweet plum scent is gently wafting out.

Unlike back then, it was a surprise expression of affection without even shyly telling me to close my eyes.
However, the feeling is similar to what she felt at the time.
It was fresh and fresh. As if it will remain the same in the past, present, and future.

**

While Miyuki went to the student council room to take care of her remaining work, I was waiting at the entrance of the building for Hiyori, who had contacted me to meet her briefly, and watching the rain pouring down.

The rain is pouring down so heavily as if there is a hole in the sky, and I wonder if it signals the beginning of the rainy season.
While I was spending some time thinking about that, I heard someone calling from behind.

“Matsumatsu.”

When I turned her head, Hiyori was calling me in a different, tongue-in-cheek tone.
I blinked at her a couple of times, and as I approached her, I saw that her cheeks were slightly puffed out.

“What?”

“Is it Mo?”

“What’s wrong with your cheeks? “Is it a little swollen?”

“I bit my tongue.”

So it’s like that.
I said, laughing as if I was shocked.

“Look.”

“Ah…”

Hiyori suddenly opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue in her lower mouth so that I can see it easily.
I wiggled my eyebrows when I saw that both sides of her tongue were quite swollen.

“What did you do to end up like this?”

Haha…”

“Eating candy?”

“Huh.”

“How did you eat it and it’s just jelly?”

“Merlang.”

It’s absurd that she uses the fact that her tongue is swollen as an excuse to use informal language and make a cute voice.
This probably proves that I also enjoy the sound of my own tongue-twisting voice.
As I was thinking about how to choose Hiyori, a good idea suddenly occurred to me.

“Look again.”

With her mouth closed, Hiyori dabbed at her own cheek as if she were putting on makeup, and without any hesitation, she opened her own mouth just as she had.

“Ah…”

Taking advantage of that opportunity, I grabbed Hiyori’s cheeks and jawline with both of her hands and pushed her thumb into her mouth.

“Hehe!?”

Afterwards, he started tapping the inside of her mouth, avoiding the swollen area as she let out a strange gasp of surprise.

“There is no tongue.”

While calmly pretending to conduct a test.

“Ugh…?”

Her tongue makes waves every time her thumb touches it.
As Hiyori’s body temperature rises, the hand cupping her cheek becomes proportionally hotter.
The fact that she was holding onto my wrist with her own hand was a bonus.

After exploiting Hiyori’s cute tongue, I finally took my thumb out of her mouth and brought it into her mouth.
Afterwards, he showed Hiyori openly sucking her fingers.

“Ugh…!! W-what are you doing…!!”

Her voice rose as she suddenly witnessed and experienced something strange.
As I was embarrassed, my distorted voice disappeared and my natural tone came out. I thought it was funny and answered shamelessly.

“I ate strawberry milk flavored candy.”

“…”

It’s cute how he doesn’t say anything with his mouth open, as if he didn’t know I would do something like this.
I took out a small disposable tissue that I always carry in my pocket, wiped my hands with it, and watched Hiyori’s reaction.

He’s still looking at me with a blank expression.
I guess my declaration of war, implying a rapid development in relations in the future, was a bit harsh.
Hiyori, who felt like that was going on forever, came to her senses when Miho, carrying a large bag, came down the stairs.

“Hello, senior. Have a nice vacation.”

A polite Miho bows her head and says hello.
Hiyori grabbed Miho’s arm and took her away before I could even greet her.

When I see her opening her umbrella, her eyes moving around her feet as if she is running away, my heart is filled with worry.
I don’t know if I’m getting wet from her rain. What if I catch a cold like that?
Then, I will have to nurse him while he sleeps overnight at my house.

**

[I saw it.]

After dropping Miyuki off at her house and taking a shower, I saw a message from Lenka on her cell phone and she tilted her head.

[What did you see?]

[I saw you harassing that blonde junior I saw last time.]

Where on earth did you see that scene?
It was impossible to look in from the outside because it was raining so heavily…
I guess I saw it on the way home, or on the way back after stopping by the academic affairs office.

[Were you on the first floor? Then you should have come to me. I would have given you a ride home. It didn’t rain a lot, right?]

[Don’t pretend to be nice. You are irredeemable trash.]

[Why?]

[Why? Are you saying I’m not trash even if I do something like that?]

[What exactly did I do?]

[Do not induce an answer. On the subject of trash.]

He keeps criticizing me as trash, but I suddenly feel disgusted.
Miyuki won’t sleep at my house today, and her lower abdomen is bleeding…
If this happens, I can’t help but go to Lenka’s house.

I’m going to go and educate Lenka, and also impress her parents.
After making my resolution, I opened the closet where my going out clothes were.
Then, while choosing a neat shirt and pants, I sent a reply to Lenka.

[Where are you now? Outside?]

[You know what to do.]

[Answer quickly.]

[It’s home.]

[Then can I go to the manager’s house today?]

[What?]

Ugh-!

I immediately got a call from Lenka.
He seemed quite surprised. I wanted to visit his house.

“Hello.”

-What are you talking about? Are you coming to my house?

I smiled at her voice, which was full of urgency, and answered.

“Yes.”

-Are you crazy? No!

“Why?”

-Why are you coming to someone else’s house…! I’m not kidding…

“Aren’t we the ones left? Anyway, I’d like to leave now. Is that possible?”

-What…! I’m busy…!

“What are you busy doing?”

-No… That…

If you really didn’t want me to visit, you would have just flat out refused.
In that sense, the hesitation was no different from consent.
I spoke after realizing Lenka’s feelings.

“Are your parents at home?”

-I don’t have one…? Don’t think this is weird! Kill!?

I was just asking, but I’m sitting here giving it all kinds of meaning.
Even if you curse at me and say I’m a pervert, the truth is, it’s worse.

“I’m leaving now. Can you come pick me up?”

-Ji, now…? No… Right now… Try calling me in an hour…!

The reason for specifying a time is that if you think about it a little, you will find the answer.
He doesn’t want to show me his room, Pandora’s box, filled with all kinds of goodies.

Come to think of it, Chinami must have gone to Lenka’s house often. How could he not know that she was an otaku?
Did Lenka never let you into her room?
That said, when eating or drinking with her parents, she seems to have mentioned Lenka’s mother or father, even in passing… It’s a mystery.

Let’s just say that Chinami was too innocent to notice.
Deciding to think about it for the sake of simplicity, I opened my mouth.

“I’m so bored right now, so I’ll leave. I think it will take about 30 minutes. 50 minutes if it gets stuck?”

-… Okay?

Given enough time, it is both funny and absurd to hear a hopeful answer.
I giggled at her honesty, which came out naturally even though she tried to hide it, and changed her clothes as soon as she hung up the phone.

When she just spoke on the phone, Lenka seemed to have taken it as a foregone conclusion that she was going to see her room, so it would be right for her to go as quickly as possible.
Thinking that she needed to open up everything to her, I went outside, with the rain still pouring down.