Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 232: Miyagi is not enough — 232

Chapter 232: Miyagi is not enough — 232

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

Which one should I choose?

I compare the low leftover nail oil on the table with the new nail oil that Utsunomiya gave me.

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If possible, I would like to use up the remaining nail oil before opening a new one, but the used nail oil is surprisingly stubborn and never seems to disappear.

After some hesitation, I picked up the nail oil Utsunomiya gave me.

It has already been five days since Christmas Eve.

I would like to at least send my thoughts on using it to Utsunomiya.

Open a small jar filled with colorful dried flowers and apply the oil to the nails of the left hand.

If she saw me now, using the gift Utsunomiya gave me last year, she would be surprised. This happened because I live with Miyagi, and I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for her. I am deeply moved when I think of that, but Miyagi, who changed me, will never change like me.

But she’s not entirely unchanged.

She seems to be changing slowly, at a different rate than I am.

The speed is so impatient that I am tempted to pull Miyagi’s hand and make her walk at the same speed as me, but I know that such a thing will not suddenly change things.

I let out a small breath and then rub the oil on my nails to blend in. Then I apply the oil to the nails on my right hand and rub it in again.

Even after all that happened at Christmas, Miyagi is still home and we cooked and ate dinner together today. It was different from the first time I touched Miyagi. It didn’t take much time for me to go about my daily routine with that sort of thing.

We are changing at different speeds.

?Before I go to Miyagi’s room, I should get ready for tomorrow.?

I have a tutoring job tomorrow.

I want to make sure that I know the scope of what I will be teaching Kiky?-chan.

I shall put the nail oil away.

But before I could pick up the bottle, I heard a thump and a knock on the door.

?You can come in.?

I return the knock a little louder, and soon the door opens and Miyagi comes into the room.

?You’re vacant.?

She sits next to me, as she should, and blurts out.

?You have a post-holiday exam. What about studying??

?Sendai-san, you have an exam too. I’m doing it while you’re at your part-time job.?

I don’t know if it’s a lie or the truth because it happened while I was gone, but I don’t mind if it’s a lie as long as Miyagi is next to me.

?Okay.?

?Did you do something??

Miyagi looks at the two bottles on the table and sounds uninterested.

?I was applying nail oil. Also, I was going to get ready for tomorrow now.?

?…Get ready, you mean, for the tutoring job??

?Yes.?

?About studying, don’t she ever take a break at the end of the year? Tomorrow is the 30th.?

?Yes, but she’s a student taking exams.?

?You said the kid you teach has good grades. Do you really have to go??

It’s not wrong.

Kiky?-chan, whom Miyagi never calls by name, has such good grades that she doesn’t need a tutor. She will probably pass high school without me. Still, both she and her mother have asked me to watch her study.

I’m not sure if it’s because she likes to study or because she worry too much, but if she asks me to come back at the end of the year, I have no reason to refuse and I want to do what I can.

?Unlike Miyagi, she’s a very studious girl.?

?Hmph. Why don’t you get ready for your part-time job then? I’m going back to my room now.?

?I’ll get ready, but I’ll at least have time to talk to you, Miyagi. I don’t have a part-time job at the cafe tomorrow, so I’ll have time.?

If I let Miyagi go back to her room, I feel that she will not come back to my room today. Even if I go to her room later, she may not let me in.

?…Did you use the nail oil that Maika gave you??

?I used it. I was going to tell Utsunomiya what I thought. Did you use the hand cream, Miyagi??

?Yes.?

She answered immediately and I touched Miyagi’s hand as if to check the feel of her skin. As I stroked my fingertips from the back of her hand, Miyagi grabbed my hand as if she didn’t want to. Then she squeezed my nails, which have just been coated with nail oil.

?Not strong enough for a massage??

I don’t blame her for her actions, but her fingers are removed.

Miyagi grabs the platypus and pulls it closer, and pulls out a piece of tissue. A fluttering, unreliable sheet of white paper is quickly pressed against my fingers, wiping something invisible from my fingernails.

Middle finger, ring finger, and tissue wipe my nails, then pressed against my little finger, and I grasp Miyagi’s hand.

?You can’t get it off with a wipe.?

Miyagi is probably wiping off nail oil.

The only reason I can see for her wanting to do so is because the nail oil was given to me by Utsunomiya, and my heart is beating painfully fast.

?Not that I want to take it off.?

?Then, what are you doing??

?…I’m just pissed because there’s something on my property that didn’t came from me.?

A gruff voice rings in my ears.

It is the word I want, and I hold my breath for a moment.

Miyagi is directing what I can only assume to be jealousy towards her friend Utsunomiya, and is throwing unreasonable emotions at me, who can see traces of Utsunomiya.

I feel like an idiot, but I am glad that such Miyagi is right in front of me. If I could hear these words, I would want to apply the nail oil given to me by Utsunomiya, which Miyagi doesn’t want me to use, as often as possible.

If I could, I would paint it right now and hear the same words again, but if I did, Miyagi would surely get angry and leave this room.

I gently place my lips on the tip of Miyagi’s hand that I was holding.

Instead of applying nail oil to my own nails, I crawl my tongue under Miyagi’s nails and lick her fingers. Above the second joint, I press my lips against it and lightly set my teeth on it.

?Sendai-san!?

Miyagi calls me angrily but I kiss the tip of her middle finger and bite it in my mouth. I press my tongue against the belly of the finger and lick it. The hardness of the bone against my teeth mingled with the softness of her finger and melted. Miyagi tried to pull my finger out, and when I bit down hard on it to keep it from escaping, she pushed on my shoulder.

?I didn’t say it was okay to do these things.?

I hear a low voice and release her fingers, and she told me to?wipe?them.

I pull a piece of tissue from the platypus’ back and slowly wipe her finger. I take another tissue, erase my mark from Miyagi’s fingers, and throw away the white paper in one piece.

?Is this fine??

When I looked at Miyagi, she nodded her head.

I don’t find the act of wiping myself off Miyagi’s remaining self very amusing, and I crawl my fingers over Miyagi’s hand, which is not mine. When I stroked the nail I had just put in my mouth and squeezed her finger, Miyagi jerked.

I grab her wrist, as if she might run away.

I pull her toward me and kiss her lips.

I pushed my tongue in before I could enjoy the softness of Miyagi. As I traced the rows of teeth, went deep into Miyagi, and tangled my tongue with hers, she pressed hard on my shoulder.

Still a little more.

She catches my tongue as it tries to escape and burns me in the overlapping area.

Miyagi’s hand grips my shoulder tightly.

The pain mixed with the comfort of the moist body heat made me want more Miyagi, so I put my hands around her waist and she bit my tongue hard. Reflexively, we had to move our bodies apart, and our lips also parted, causing Miyagi to let out a small gasp.

It sounds like the voice I heard at Christmas, and my heart jumps loudly.

?Can I kiss you again??

Not enough.

I would like more of you, Miyagi.

?You can’t.?

?Then, kiss me, Miyagi.?

I said, even though I knew she wouldn’t do it, and the platypus stuck to my lips. I put the pressed platypus back on the floor and looked at Miyagi.

?This is not what I meant.?

?We don’t have to kiss, just talk.?

?That’s fine.?

I would like to kiss her more, but if she wants to talk, that’s fine. But Miyagi asked me to talk to her, but she won’t talk on her own. She remains silent and looks at the platypus.

I place the platypus, which monopolizes Miyagi’s gaze, on the bed and talk to her uncooperative.

?Can we go to the zoo next year? I have a part-time job, and I have a time off.?

?Winter vacation is already over.?

?We can get there before it’s over.?

?I don’t want a cold day.?

?I’ll make a teru teru bozu and ask for warmer weather.?

?Isn’t teru teru bozu something you ask for to clear the sky??

?And when it’s sunny, it’s usually warmer, and sunny and warm are the same thing.?

?Sendai-san, you are really random.?

Miyagi looks at me in dismay.

?That’s nice. Miyagi, what kind of animals do you want to see at the zoo??

The effectiveness of teru teru bozu is not a major issue to debate here. If we are going to talk about it anyway, I would rather talk about the zoo than the teru teru bozu.

?…A shoebill.?

?Eh? Shoe, what??

I hear a name I’ve never heard before, and I can’t help but listen back.

?A shoebill.?

?What’s that??

?A bird.?

?A bird??

I can’t imagine what kind of bird it is at all.

I didn’t know if it was big or small, so I took out my smartphone and searched for “shoebill,” and a large bird appeared.

?Miyagi likes weird stuff, don’t you??

The shoebill shown on the phone has a large head and is unbalanced.

Its color is almost gray, not a colorful bird.

In addition, there is something like a sleeping habit.

The search results say it doesn’t move much.

?It’s not weird.?

Miyagi, who chooses crocodiles and platypuses for tissue covers, looks offended.

?Then, it’s a strange being.?

?Weird and unusual are the same thing, right? That’s not the point. Are there any animals you’d like to see, Sendai-san??

I’m fine with it if I can see Miyagi looking happy.

But that is not something I should say, so I say the words I should say as I go to the zoo.

?I want to see the shoebill as well. Let’s go see the shoebill.?

It’s not a lie.

I am definitely interested in the strange bird I just looked up.

I whispered to Miyagi, “I promise,” and then kissed her earring.