Chapter 40: Story About Buying My Classmate O

I don’t mean to deny Miyagi’s words about being mean.

I do so on purpose.

I enjoy watching Miyagi’s dismay.

 

But it’s okay for me to do it, but disgusting for Miyagi to do it.

 

Simply put, that’s what it comes down to.

It is my exclusive right to ask questions to embarrass her, and it should be Miyagi who is at a loss for answers. So I pretend I didn’t hear Miyagi’s question and ask it back.

 

「Miyagi is the one who wants to do this to me.」

「…You don’t have to say that.」

 

She’s is not going to answer, but she wants to do something.

I understood that, but I didn’t know any more. I would like to know, but it is not something I would question, nor is it a topic I would go into depth on.

 

I see, I replied, a word that seemed to be a reply but meant nothing, and looked at Miyagi. I then wriggled my arms to see if I could manage on my own, but my arms only hurt because the tie was digging in.

 

The tie is wrapped around my wrist with such force that I wouldn’t be surprised if there were marks on my arm, although the force that binds my arm was loosened by my words “don’t ever leave marks.”

 

「Stand up.」

 

Miyagi says bluntly.

 

「Eh?」

「You want me to untie your tie, right?」

「It’s pretty hard to stand up while tied down.」

 

It seems that the arms also play a role in maintaining balance, and even simple movements such as standing and sitting feel difficult when the arms are tied. I still can’t stand up, but I’m a little afraid that I might stumble and fall.

 

「Then stay where you are.」

 

As she said that, and with a thud, Miyagi got off the bed and immediately went behind me. Soon the cloth that was pressing down on my wrists is removed and I regain my freedom.

 

Still, I shake my arms, unable to move them as I had hoped. I feel a little more blood pumping through my veins, and I get up. As I sat down on the bed, Miyagi sat down next to me and grabbed my arm.

 

「Look at this.」

 

Before I can say it’s okay, she stares at my wrist as if she were a detective looking for evidence.

 

「The marks, there’s none.」

 

Miyagi muttered in a whisper. Then she stroked the area where the tie had wrapped around me with her fingertips. It softly traces over the veins, touching them as if she were tracing it.

 

The fingertips slowly move toward the palm of my hand, and the sensation in my arm returns in response. Gradually, the stimulation provided by Miyagi’s fingertips became clearer and clearer, and I shook her hand off.

 

「I knew it. You tied me up with the intention of making a mark.」

「I’m saying I’m glad I didn’t grab it.」

 

It doesn’t sound that way.

The hands that have touched me and the tone of voice making me wish she had a trace.

 

「Or did you want me to put a mark on you?」

「I don’t want them to wear them. What are you going to do at school if you have marks on your wrists from being tied up?」

「That’s why I didn’t put it on.」

 

I throw a fit and Miyagi kicks me in the leg. After bumping my foot a few times, as if I hadn’t said enough, I reach for the manga I had left behind as if I had remembered.

 

I took the manga first and spoke to her.

 

「Let me ask you one question.」

「What?」

 

Miyagi replies with a resentful look at the manga in my hand.

 

「If I gave an order like the one you just gave, would Miyagi obey it?」

「There is no way I’m going to comply.」

「I know, right?」

 

I knew.

I knew and heard that Miyagi would never do something like that.

 

She wouldn’t lick people’s feet if I paid her to order me to do it. I can sort of see that you find meaning in making me do things that you don’t do yourself. It’s not fun for me, but I have to do what I have to do because I have promised to do what she say.

 

「I’m not a pervert like you, Sendai-san.」

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「No, Miyagi is the pervert. She’s happy to give people orders like that.」

「Not that I’m happy about it.」

 

But she was amused.

She was complaining, but she was also making amused noises when she saw me obeying her.

 

I didn’t mean to lick her so hard, but it must have been an interesting experience for her to be licked in that way.

 

「Ah, right. We’re going to have dinner, right?」

 

Miyagi takes the manga away from me, twists the story and changes the subject.

 

「I’ll eat, but…」

 

I think it would be more meaningful to talk about dinner than to continue a sterile conversation about deciding which of us is a pervert, but I am somehow not convinced that the conversation was terminated on its own. But Miyagi gets up, puts the manga back on the bookshelf, and slinks out of the room as if nothing had happened.

 

Not even a word?

Well, that’s fine.

 

I get up and follow Miyagi. When I entered the living room, Miyagi, who was usually in the kitchen pulling out retort or prepared foods, was seated.

 

「Sendai-san, make me something.」

 

I can’t believe my ears to hear the words.

I made her karaage once before.

We’ve had dinner together many times since then, but I had never heard these words before, even though she had refused to say whether she wanted me to cook.

 

「Is there anything in the fridge?」

 

There were other things I wanted to say, but if I said anything unnecessary, Miyagi must have easily retracted the words from my mouth. So I don’t say anything I don’t want and head for the kitchen.

 

「I’ve got eggs.」

 

I open the refrigerator and find an egg in there, just as Miyagi said.

There is nothing else of interest.

 

Fried eggs, tamagoyaki, and omelets.

 

I can cook, but I am not an aspiring chef, and these are the only recipes that come to mind when I see eggs.

 

I don’t know what to do.

 

I think as I take the eggs out of the refrigerator.

I decide to make a sweet omelet and crack an egg into the bowl. Miyagi might prefer it salty, but I’m not going to ask.

 

There is no egg cooker by the looks of it, so I put a round frying pan over the heat and pour in the yellow liquid. Once you get to this point, it doesn’t take too long to cook an omelet. It looks delicious, although the shape is a little snaky and a little burnt because it was made in a round frying pan.

 

「It’s done.」

 

I place egg and rice in front of Miyagi.

When laid out on the table, it looks too poor to be called supper, but what is not there is not to be helped.

 

「Itadakimasu.」

 

Miyagi ritually puts her hands together and then holds the chopsticks.

We ate dinner as if we had never been in the room before was always the case, and today, after all the terrible things that have been done there, is no different. I also line up next to her and put my chopsticks to the omelet.

 

After all, Miyagi may think she is allowed to do whatever she wants to me. I am also a bit of a fool for following such a lousy and stupid order and still having dinner with them.

 

If I look next seat, Miyagi, who tied people up and kicked them in the leg, is silently eating an omelette.

 

「At least tell me if it tastes good or not.」

「You can make it again if you want.」

 

She said it was delicious when it was fried.

 

She’s not being honest today.

No, maybe she’s being honest because she even said I could make it again.

 

「Whenever I feel like it.」

 

I said as curtly as I could and then tossed a sweet egg roll into my mouth.

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