How To Ruin A Love Comedy

All the opponents I had sparred with accepted my apology with a smile.

Speaking in a tone that was unlike me—calm yet earnest—I admitted my mistakes without bruising their pride, which seemed to work.

Considering the vast difference in skill level and my recent reputation for turning over a new leaf, I managed to move past the sparring incident without any trouble.

Heading to the storage room with Chinami, I flashed a grin at her now gentle expression.

“Is everything okay now?”

“Yes. You did very well.”

“Then can I touch your cheeks?”

“... What?”

Chinami’s mouth gaped open. She looked utterly bewildered.

“W-When did I say that...? I never said that...! You’re the one who said you’d touch them! I never gave permission...!”

“Isn’t hitting the helmet twice a form of consent?”

“How is that consent...? You really need help, don’t you...?”

“Just once.”

“No.”

“Just this one time... I really want to touch them.”

As I persisted stubbornly, Chinami looked up at me with an exasperated expression.

“Why do you want to touch someone’s cheeks...?”

“Not just anyone’s cheeks—yours. They look soft.”

“Of course they’re soft, they’re cheeks...! But still, no...!”

“I performed well today, as you said, and I sincerely apologized. Can’t I get a reward? Without any reward, how can a student improve?”

“So I was planning to buy you ice cream...”

“My stomach hurts from eating two ice creams every day.”

Tap.

Tap~

As I approached Chinami, she stepped back to match my stride.

“J-Junior...! This is not right...! This is improper...!”

She spouted lines like a heroine from a training story—adorable.

Thud.

The storage room wasn’t exactly spacious, so her back soon hit the wall.

With nowhere to run, she pressed herself against the wall, almost standing on tiptoe.

Her eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost, her expression cute with a hint of fear.

As I gazed down at the peach-scented Chinami,

“.... Haaah...”

She let out a long sigh, her body swaying.

She looked like Momo from her profile picture, dazed and unsteady.

Watching her silently, I reached out a hand.

“Eek!”

In the past, she would have quickly turned her head to avoid me, but now she didn’t.

She just let out a short gasp and closed her eyes tightly.

I really wanted to touch her silently, but...

“Can I touch them?”

Asking first seemed the right thing to do.

“.....”

Chinami opened one eye slightly, her lips trembling as she whispered in a voice barely louder than a mosquito.

“If I let you touch them, will you listen to me from now on...?”

When had I ever not listened?

I always did as I was told.

“Of course.”

“T-Then I’ll allow you 10 seconds...! Go ahead and touch them...!”

When you say such strange things, it makes moments like this even more thrilling.

I laughed heartily as if I was the happiest person in the world, and I noticed that Chinami’s tense expression softened slightly as she observed my face.

Taking advantage of that moment, I placed my hands on both of her cheeks.

“Hmm!”

I then began to explore Chinami’s cheeks, which felt incredibly soft.

When I pulled, they stretched; when I pressed, they spread out like mochi.

The soft, squishy feeling when I poked them was an added bonus. Just touching her cheeks made me feel content.

As I absentmindedly played with Chinami’s chubby cheeks,

“Ishtop it! Ishtop!” (Stop it! Stop!)

Chinami’s red lips, transformed by the pressure into a fish-like shape, quivered.

“Did you say stop?”

“I shaid ishtop!”

Seeing her narrowed eyebrows, I knew if I continued, she would get really angry.

Feeling a soft satisfaction welling up in my chest, I reluctantly removed my hands from her cheeks.

With a face as red as if it might explode, she wobbled on her knees.

I quickly supported her and asked,

“Are you okay?”

“Haa... Haaa...”

She seemed to have completely relaxed, panting as if she had just finished an intense activity.

Was it because we kept making eye contact? I always found her reactions fascinating.

I carefully seated the nearly collapsing Chinami on the floor and silently patted her back.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away...”

As I said that, I subtly moved my fingertips to the nape of her neck, lightly stroking it as if tickling her.

I didn’t forget to gently scratch the smooth, soft area connecting to her shoulder line with my nails.

“Ah!”

She flinched and trembled as if struck by static electricity.

With hazy eyes, she looked at me and managed to speak with difficulty.

“J-Junior...! Stop...”

“Are you feeling very uncomfortable? Did you dislike me touching your cheeks that much?”

“N-No... It’s not that... Ah...!”

“Then why are you reacting like this?”

“No...! Ah...!”

She gritted her teeth and pushed me away with all her might.

Panting heavily, she seemed to experience significant pleasure as I touched the sensitive nape of her neck, which hadn’t been stimulated in a while.

Seeing her like that, I became very curious about her reaction if I were to suck on that sensitive spot.

“You look like you’re hot. Would you like some ice cream?”

Hearing concern evident in my voice, Chinami nodded slowly without even looking at me.

“Yes... I need peach... peach ice cream...”

“Alright. Just wait here for a moment. I’ll get it for you.”

“No...! There’s some in the break room fridge...”

“But I can’t go into the women’s break room.”

“I... I’ll go get it...!”

Chinami, struggling to stand, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

Then, perhaps to calm herself, she let out a puff of air through her nose.

“I’ll get it quickly, so you stay right here...!”

“Understood. Oh, I don’t need any.”

“Why not...?”

“I told you, my stomach hurts from eating two ice creams a day.”

“Then just have one...!”

Chinami announced as she left the storage room.

Judging by her reactions today, it seems like it’s time to start giving her a proper massage… I’ll gradually induce pleasure and then seize the opportunity.

***

The third-floor hallway where the student council room was located always smelled faintly of books. It gave off a sort of studious vibe, if that makes sense.

As I leisurely strolled down the hallway, I saw Miyuki holding a book up ahead. I approached her, and when she saw me, she waved brightly.

“Matsuda-kun...! Finished with the cleaning?”

“Yeah. Where did Miura go?”

“He said he had to use the restroom. His stomach seems to be really hurting. By the way, Matsuda-kun, I heard you got scolded pretty badly during practice today?”

That Tetsuya bastard must have talked about me again. He should focus on improving himself and scoring points... but he’s still the same. The more he keeps this up, the better it is for me. Keep it up until all the girls around you fly away.

“Yeah, they said I was too rough, the captain and Nanase-sensei both scolded me.”

“What do you mean by rough? You didn’t hurt anyone, right?”

“Do you think I’m a thug?”

“Weren’t you?”

I let out a dry laugh and looked around. The quiet hallway was just perfect.

Did Miyuki read my mind? She shook her head firmly and said,

“Don’t get any strange ideas.”

“What strange ideas?”

“Dirty ones.”

“Dirty how?”

“I don’t want to answer.”

Seeing Miyuki not fall for my bait made me chuckle as I asked,

“Did you let aunt know?”

“Yeah. She said it’s okay.”

“Did you say you were going to that imaginary friend’s house again?”

“I had no choice...”

“I’m not judging. Anyway, let’s go.”

“Now? What about Tetsuya-kun?”

“I’m tired today.”

With my serious tone, Miyuki glanced at the sign indicating the men’s restroom.

“Are you really tired...? Exhausted?”

“Not that much, but dropping off Miura alone is a hassle.”

Tonight, Miyuki is staying over at my place. There was no need to waste time going all the way to her neighborhood.

Besides, I’ve always made sure to drop Tetsuya off until now. I’ve complained often and skipped it a few times, but I never expected anything in return. Miyuki knew this very well and bit her lower lip.

“Alright... then, will you wait in the parking lot?”

“Are you going to talk to Miura?”

“Yeah.”

“What will you tell him?”

“Well... I’ll say I have prior plans with Matsuda-kun, so he should go home first today...”

You’ve progressed enough to be honest? Especially mentioning me, I like that.

Our Miyuki... I’ll reward you when we get home.

I nodded and said,

“Talk to him well. And let’s try something different today.”

“Something different...? Like what...?”

Miyuki’s eyes darted around, a hint of unease evident.

I gave her a mysterious smile and said,

“I’ll tell you when we get home. Go on. Finish the conversation and come down quickly.”

As I turned to retrace my steps down the hallway, Miyuki grabbed my wrist tightly.

“W-Wait...! What is it...?”

“Knowing in advance would ruin the surprise.”

“No? I think it would be more fun if I knew in advance. Don’t make me anxious, tell me now...!”

Instead of answering, I pulled Miyuki close and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.

Did that affectionate gesture ease her anxiety a bit? Miyuki’s grip on my wrist loosened slightly.

“... Just tell me this... it won’t hurt, right...?”

Hurt? Did she think I meant something like spanking or whipping?

“It’s nothing like that.”

“Okay... as long as it’s not that...”

“Really? So anything else is fine?”

Her eyebrows twitched at my teasing question. With a sigh, as if she couldn’t believe me, she pushed my shoulder, laughing.

“Hurry up and go... you dummy.”

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