Chapter 470

My mouth felt moist.

A slippery sensation brushed against my teeth, and something soft and yielding tapped lightly at my gums.

Wasn't this exactly what Miyuki used to enjoy doing?

She must have slipped her tongue in while I was asleep to play around.

I opened my eyes. Just as I suspected, Miyuki had her eyes gently closed as she had her way with my mouth.

I couldn't help but find it ridiculous; she was so absorbed in exploring my mouth that she hadn't even noticed I was awake.

Had her menstrual cramps subsided a bit? Or was the pain intermittent, so she was just fine for now?

They said it varied from person to person, but I had no way of knowing. A woman's body really was a mystery.

I let out a long breath through my nose to let her know I was awake, but Miyuki didn't notice and just kept working her tongue.

Since she was focusing this intently, I figured I should just leave her be.

I rolled my eyes toward the window. It was still dim outside.

The sun was just about to rise.

I could hear the sound of rain, too. Had it been coming down since last night?

Starting the day with rain always put me in a good mood.

"Nnn..."

Just as I was wondering what we should do today, a languid, nasal moan slipped from Miyuki's lips.

Was she turned on? No, it sounded more like a purely instinctive noise.

Staying conscious while deliberately keeping my mouth relaxed was getting hard to endure.

So I rested my hand on Miyuki's waist and made my presence known.

"Hic..."

Miyuki immediately ducked her head and pretended to be asleep.

Figuring it would be too awkward to pretend I hadn't noticed, I swallowed the saliva pooled in my mouth and lightly patted her back.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean...?"

"Why are you sexually harassing me?"

"S-Sexual harassment...! I didn't..."

"I'm kidding. Don't get mad."

"I'm not mad...!"

"Got it. Is the pain a bit better?"

"A little... But Matsuda-kun, aren't you hungry? Want to go get ramen?"

"At that place?"

"Yeah, there."

"Sure. Let's go."

My immediate, unhesitating agreement made Miyuki narrow her eyes suspiciously.

"Why are you being so nice?"

"What do you mean?"

"If it were before, you would have complained about having ramen first thing in the morning."

"Wasn't that what you used to say?"

"Was it?"

"I don't know. Now I'm confused. Just get up."

Readily agreeing, Miyuki slowly sat up.

Maybe because it had been supporting her head all night, I couldn't feel my arm.

But right after that came the pins and needles—a strange numbness that felt itchy yet somehow painful, tormenting my arm.

"You have to get the blood flowing. Like this..."

Miyuki vigorously rubbed and massaged my arm as it screamed in silent agony.

She must have felt bad about sleeping on my arm all night, because she was kneading it with the utmost sincerity.

"It's fine now."

As the numbness faded, I gently patted Miyuki's messy hair and climbed out of bed.

"Going to brush your teeth?"

"Yeah."

"Aren't you going to use the toilet?"

"I have to."

"Are you going to pee?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I want to watch it come out."

"What...?"

"Can I watch?"

It had been a while since Miyuki managed to fluster me.

Wasn't that basically saying she wanted to blatantly peep on me?

Saying something so explicit... Did women develop new fetishes on their periods?

"I'll hold it for you."

My mouth fell open slightly at her words.

"Hold what, exactly?"

"You know... to aim..."

"Have you been watching weird porn lately?"

"I don't watch porn..."

"Then did you hear weird things from girls like Bread Girl or Vice Representative? Or from that friend of yours, Nanase?"

"I didn't hear anything like that...! I was just curious... Is it not okay?"

"Later. We'll do it later."

"When later?"

"Tell me after you've thought it over again."

"But I've already thought about it plenty of times."

"Think again."

"Why? Are you not ready for it, Matsuda-kun?"

"I'm ready, but I'm saying this because I know you'll regret it."

"You're just bluffing, aren't you?"

Provoking me like this, she looked much more sly than yesterday.

She had spent the whole day lying in bed sick, so her thoughts must have wandered until her curiosity reached that point... She really was a little fox.

Miyuki tucked some hair behind her ear, staring straight at me. I placed my hand on her head and answered by shaking her small face back and forth.

Reading my intentions, Miyuki put on a somewhat coy expression.

Her eyes told me she would try again.

If she asked me to pee in front of her again next time, I'd just have to let her.

The sky was still overcast when we arrived at the ramen shop.

We hurried inside through the rain and sat closely together in a corner booth. After ordering our food, we both naturally turned our eyes to the bulletin board covered in sticky notes.

"It's still there."

She murmured as she stared intently at the picture she had drawn.

The old memories seemed to be rushing back to her—she got like this every time we came here.

"There's no reason for anyone to take it down, anyway."

"I didn't mean that. I meant there aren't any scribbles defacing it."

"If a psycho ever did that, they'd need a good beating."

"Don't talk like that."

"I'm just saying that's how precious it is."

"I feel the same way, but still..."

"Alright, alright."

Miyuki let out a soft snicker.

She must have found it funny how quickly I threw my hands up and agreed with her.

What exactly was the funny part? My expression? A gesture? The nuance?

Whatever it was, if she liked it, then I was fine with it. No need to overthink it.

Her eyes sparkled when the ramen arrived, and she immediately picked up her spoon.

She scooped up some broth, brought the tip of the spoon to her lips, and took a demure sip.

"Is it good?"

"Yeah."

"Eat up, then."

"Okay."

Miyuki usually had a small appetite in the mornings.

But today was different. Just like when she had inhaled that yakitori yesterday, she polished off her entire bowl of miso ramen without saying a word.

She completely cleaned the bowl—noodles, toppings, and even the broth. It honestly felt like watching a pregnant woman dealing with extreme hunger cravings.

How did all of that fit into her skinny frame? It was strangely novel to watch.

"How is that going?"

Miyuki asked this right after downing her water to cleanse her palate.

I handed her a tissue and asked back.

"How is what going?"

"You know... that... Doing it with the others..."

Was she talking about the threesome? Her voice had dropped so low it was practically a squeak, so it seemed like a safe bet.

She had told me she wouldn't concern herself with it and to just take care of it on my own, so I hadn't expected her to bring it up first.

"I thought you weren't curious about it?"

"I'm not, but I still need to know how things are progressing... I need to prepare myself, too..."

"Prepare what?"

"Ugh, stop teasing me and just tell me...!"

The way she whined out of sheer embarrassment was genuinely adorable.

I watched her earlobes start to turn red, chuckled, and answered.

"We could do it right now."

"R-Really...? Right this second...?"

"Well, maybe not right this second, but we can do it whichever day we decide to set the date."

"Really...? Do the seniors know, too...?"

"I'll handle this part. Wasn't that our arrangement?"

"It was, but... O-okay."

It seemed Miyuki had mentally prepared herself to some degree.

For her to be the one bringing it up like this.

By the time we finished breakfast and stepped back outside, the sky had finally cleared up to a proper blue.

It was still raining and a bit chilly, so heading back to the house to lie down together sounded perfect.

Miyuki trudged out lazily behind me, apparently sharing the sentiment, and mumbled about wanting to go back to bed.

I stepped up behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and rubbed her stomach as I spoke.

"Look at this full tummy."

"Why are you picking on me?"

"I'm not picking on you. It's a compliment. I'm saying you look good."

"What if I get fat?"

"What do you mean? I'd just make you go on a diet."

"And if I say I want to stay that way?"

"You can do whatever you want. But we'd still have to manage your diet so you stay healthy."

"Are you really in any position to talk about managing diets, Matsuda-kun?"

"Why not?"

"You're always buying meat bento boxes from the Convenience Store."

"Did I? Then you can be in charge of the diet, and I'll be the one making you exercise."

"Isn't one person supposed to do both?"

"I don't know, I'm not an expert. Should I just aim for a career in sports while I'm at it?"

"That actually sounds pretty good. But you still need to study for the entrance exams even for sports, so let's crack open the books when we get back."

"Shut up."

I squeezed Miyuki's lower stomach to show I didn't want to hear it, and she just shook her head in defeat and muttered.

"You only ever hear what you want to hear..."

"Stop nagging and get in. Let's head back."

"To my house?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sleeping at my house again today?"

"I feel a bit self-conscious about staying over two days in a row, but let's see how you're feeling first and decide."

"Why base it on how I'm feeling?"

"If you're still in a lot of pain today, I'll stay with you."

That answer must have pleased her, because Miyuki gave a bright smile and her steps instantly gained a bit of a bounce.

Once she was in the car, she sat quietly watching me set the navigation. Still unable to let go of her lingering thoughts from earlier at the house, she tossed out a sly temptation.

"Don't you need to use the toilet? I can hold it for you."

"Seriously, what is wrong with you? Don't you have to go?"

"Why would I?"

"Because I want to watch you, too."

"I don't just want to watch. I want to hold it for you."

"That's ridiculous. It's not like both my arms are broken, so why do you keep offering to hold it?"

"Ah... Then can I come with you if your arms get broken?"

"How did we even get to that point?"

"You were the one who brought it up, Matsuda-kun."

"Whatever, just stop saying scary things."

"Alright. I'll just ask you again later, then."

There wasn't a single hint of surrender in Miyuki's eyes.

She had gotten fixated on the weirdest thing and was being incredibly stubborn about it. If I kept refusing, I honestly feared she might force it out of me.

Though, now that I pictured it, it didn't actually seem like such a bad idea.