Chapter 532

Splash!

Sitting right across from me in the cramped bathtub, Miyuki splashed water in my face.

Finding the sound oddly erotic, I wiped the soapy water from my face and glanced down.

The bath bomb had dissolved so thoroughly that I couldn't see Miyuki's body.

It was incredibly cruel. She knew exactly what I liked, yet she still dissolved something with such an opaque color.

“What's with that look?”

“What do you mean?”

“You look like you're full of complaints.”

“I'm not.”

“Sure doesn't look that way.”

“If I say I'm not, then I'm not.”

“The tub is really cramped, isn't it?”

“It's not.”

Actually, Miyuki was entirely correct.

The bathtub was incredibly narrow, as was typical of Japan. It wouldn't be much of an issue for women like Miyuki or Kanna, but for a large guy like me, it was barely an exaggeration to say I couldn't move.

Because the tub was so small, our legs ended up overlapping, and we were close enough to caress each other's bare skin without even reaching out.

This one detail, at least, I really liked.

It might not be a bad idea to remodel the tub in a small bathroom and spend some steamy one-on-one time with the heroines later.

“Can you stop touching me? It tickles.”

Miyuki squirmed, making it clear she was feeling the stimulation.

Caressing the soft, smooth skin of her waist, I said, “You touch me too.”

“No. Doesn't your back hurt when you move?”

“Why would my back hurt?”

“I thought you were bending too much.”

“No, I'm fine.”

Miyuki's arm cut through the water, heading for my thigh.

Her hand carefully massaged my inner thigh. It was ridiculous how coy she had acted, refusing when I first told her to touch me.

Her hand slowly moved higher, beginning to stroke the crease between my thigh and groin.

Feeling the stimulation steadily build, I let out a soft chuckle at Miyuki. She wore an innocent expression like she had no idea what she was doing, all while curling her fingertips to tickle my skin with her nails.

“What are you doing?”

“Be quiet, idiot.”

“Why do you keep cursing at me?”

“It's not a curse. Seriously, be quiet now.”

“Do you need to concentrate?”

“Yeah.”

“Got it.”

My member gradually grew harder, jutting upward.

I could see Miyuki's face turning red as she brushed it with her fingertips.

Just as Miyuki was about to wrap her hand firmly around my length—bzzzt!

Miyuki's Cell Phone, resting on a small holder in the corner of the bathtub, vibrated.

When you thought about it, Miyuki really had a very girlish sentimentality.

She refused to be separated from her Cell Phone, even going so far as to bring a holder into the bath.

Rub, rub.

Miyuki placed her hand on my head, rubbing it up and down.

She could have just wiped her hand on a towel; her insistence on wiping it on my wet hair was probably just to show her affection.

While I chuckled at her childish prank, trying to soothe the disappointment of our ruined mood, Miyuki brought the Cell Phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

Because we were so close together, I could hear the caller's voice.

“Miyuki? What are you doing?”

The caller was none other than Tetsuya.

This bastard was truly beyond saving.

Of course, they were childhood friends, so he could call her whenever he wanted, but I just didn't like it.

Was the unpleasant feeling I had earlier because of this?

It probably was. Tetsuya was the only guy I felt such an instinctive repulsion toward.

“Your voice is echoing.”

At Tetsuya's follow-up question, Miyuki brushed her wet hair up from her forehead and answered.

“I'm taking a bath right now.”

“Oh, uh... really...? Sorry.”

His flustered voice could be heard clear as day.

I clicked my tongue softly. Just as Miyuki was about to reply, I beat her to the punch.

“Hang up already.”

I didn't say it so Tetsuya would hear it or to mess with him. I said it because I genuinely hated him stealing my precious time with Miyuki, whether intentionally or otherwise.

My irritation was already surging since he had called right when Miyuki was about to caress me in earnest, so my tone was naturally harsh.

“Mi, Miyuki? Didn't you... didn't you say you were taking a bath...?”

I could hear Tetsuya stuttering.

He seemed incredibly shocked that Miyuki and I were in the bathroom together, but it wasn't satisfying at all; it just made me angry.

“Yeah. Let's talk later.”

“Wait... hold—”

“I'll call you later. Sorry.”

Miyuki hung up after saying that in a sweet but firm voice, then splashed water on me again.

“Why are you so annoyed? Do you really have so little patience?”

“Because it was an important moment.”

“What was so important? This?”

She placed her hand on my lower abdomen, her tone tinged with playfulness.

She began gently scratching below my navel to stimulate me, but I shook my head in dissatisfaction and spoke.

“Lower.”

“Here?”

“More.”

“I'm not sure.”

“Stop lying.”

“Here?”

“That's it.”

When I gave a sullen look to Miyuki, who kept teasing me, she giggled softly and leaned forward into my embrace.

I was pleased by Miyuki's attitude; it seemed she didn't care about a guy like Tetsuya at all.

Thinking that, I hugged Miyuki tight, enjoying the soft sensation pressing against my chest.

When I finished drying my hair and entered Miyuki's room, she was lying on her bed, talking on the phone with Tetsuya.

“It wasn't that I was annoyed... No, but why do I have to get relationship advice from you, Tetsuya-kun?”

Just hearing that was enough to tell how much Tetsuya had been pestering her.

“Huh? What do you mean by that? Ah...”

Miyuki's voice trailed off. Her gaze darted toward me for a moment before fixing back on the wall.

It seemed Tetsuya had brought up something damaging to me—most likely tattling about how closely I'd been sticking to Renka.

This guy, Tetsuya, never failed to amaze me.

How could a person fail to grow up this much?

He might have said it out of genuine concern for his childhood friend and first love, but if that were his only motive, I wouldn't despise him this much.

Tetsuya was bringing up Renka and me because he wanted to drive a wedge between Miyuki and me.

It was just a guess, of course, but knowing Tetsuya's sneaky nature, it was highly probable.

It was a suspicion so strong it bordered on certainty.

“Haa... I don't know what you saw, Tetsuya-kun, but I know everything about Matsuda-kun. I think you're being a little too meddlesome.”

Miyuki's expression hardened, her voice turning firm.

She exchanged a few more words before abruptly announcing she was hanging up. She ended the call immediately, not even giving Tetsuya a chance to say goodbye.

She seemed angry about his excessive meddling, which was a good sign.

Ever since that incident at the playground, Miyuki had been slowly realizing just what a pathetic insect Tetsuya truly was.

If Tetsuya kept digging his own grave just a little more, Miyuki would probably sever her ties with him completely.

“What are you doing standing there? Help me up.”

I snapped out of my thoughts and walked over to Miyuki, who was still lying down and stretching both arms toward me. Hooking my hands under her armpits, I pulled her up into a sitting position.

Miyuki immediately pressed her nose against my T-shirt, sniffing it before letting out a happy little hum.

“What are you doing?”

“Just because.”

“What was that call just now? Did you fight with Miura?”

“Hmm... We didn't fight, but we had a bit of a clash.”

“That's fighting. Don't tell me Miura got mad?”

“He didn't.”

Miyuki had a habit of glancing at me sideways whenever she lied.

She did exactly that just now.

In truth, it was only natural for Tetsuya to be angry.

He still harbored feelings for his first love. If he didn't boil with rage upon realizing she was in the same bathroom as me—a guy he despised—that would have been strange.

If I had just kept quiet in the bathroom, he would never have noticed, so you could say he was incredibly unlucky.

I had inadvertently given Tetsuya an ulcer. Not that I cared, but it was still annoying.

He had dug his own grave, so why was he taking his anger out on Miyuki?

This bastard was a lost cause. I had just been watching from the sidelines until now, but he had crossed the line way too far this time.

When I see him at the Academy tomorrow, I'll have to pull him aside and have a little chat.

“What was he mad about?”

“I told you, he wasn't mad.”

“If you lie one more time, I'll open the window and do it to you from behind.”

“Wh-what...”

“Take them off.”

“A-alright...! But you can't get mad, okay...?”

When I acted like I was about to follow through on my threat, she hurriedly pushed against my chest and pleaded.

I patted her waist and replied, “Do I still look like someone who just acts on a whim to you?”

“Aren't you...? Just now...”

“Are you going to take them off?”

“S-see...!”

“I'm joking. I won't get mad, so tell me.”

Miyuki shut her mouth tightly.

She seemed reluctant to repeat what Tetsuya had said in front of me.

Her reluctance didn't stem from any desire to keep his secrets.

It just felt like tattling to her, causing an instinctive revulsion.

And probably because she worried that if I got angry, our time together today wouldn't be as sweet. I figured that was part of it, too.

“Well... he said he saw you and Inoo-sunbae standing really close together...”

The words that tumbled out of Miyuki's mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut weren't exactly something worth getting angry over.

That meant she was sugarcoating it. It was highly likely Tetsuya had accused me of being a massive womanizer.

I wanted to pry further, but I decided to be satisfied with getting the gist of how Tetsuya had been running his mouth.

I would handle the rest on my own.

“That's no big deal.”

“That's what he brought up. It felt like Tetsuya-kun was interfering too much, so I... W-wait...! What are you doing...!”

Still wrapped in my arms, Miyuki tumbled backward onto the bed and began thrashing around.

It was because I had yanked her T-shirt all the way up to her chest.

“If we do this, taking a shower is pointless... W-wait...! Listen to me...! Study... let's study...!”

“Yeah, right.”

Neatly ignoring Miyuki's ever-present enthusiasm for studying, I parted her legs and positioned myself between them.

I wanted to get her pregnant. Filled with that burning desire, I grabbed the hem of her shorts and yanked them down.