Chapter 3: 3

We arrived at the Sapporo Municipal Subway. Ten minutes walk. To tell you a bit about Sapporo Municipal Subway, Sapporo Municipal Subway is so fast that it takes like two or three minutes to travel between stations. Sapporo Municipal Subway also connects with Sapporo’s bus networks for easier access. What? You couldn’t care less about Sapporo Municipal Subway? But Sapporo Municipal Subway is one of the things that the “Sapporons” should be proud of. The Japanese in general should take pride in their swift transportation, especially Sapporo Municipal Subway.

Anyway, while I’m internally rambling about Sapporo Municipal Subway, I was waiting for my girlfriend outside the station. Lifeless workers and sleepy students passed by, and I had this irrational habit of observing every high school girl I could find, even though I had nothing to do with them. At the same time, though, I acted like I didn’t care about them. It wasn’t so much as checking them out but was more like trying to feed my ego by thinking that I was better than them. You don’t have to understand my habit.

“Morning, Mano.”

My girlfriend finally came.

“Sorry if I’m a bit late today,” she said, adjusting her orange Gucci sling bag. “I had some issues with my neighbor.”

Do I have to describe what my girlfriend looks like? I mean, she was my girlfriend—surely you must be curious enough to know what she looked like. Well, the thing is—she wasn’t that special. The fact that she wasn’t special made our platonic relationship worse. It just so happened that I got interested in her. She had short black hair, almost like a bob cut, with light makeup on her face. It was obvious that she was conscious of how she looked, and I got the feeling that her light makeup wanted me to say something about it.

“Neighbor?”

“Yeah. Their dog killed our cat.”

“Oh… Sorry for your loss then.”

“Eh. We can just have another cat.”

“Are you a psychopath? Didn’t you love your cat?”

I sometimes wondered if girls were really more emotional than boys. Or maybe she was good at hiding it. “I did, but there are more important things in life. Plus, it’s not like we’re going to sue our neighbor for letting their dog murder our cat. It’s not their fault. It’s just that the cat is fated to die.”

Putting aside the fact that she’d said, There are more important things in life, she was sure a champ when it came to stoicism. If I was murdered by a killer, and the news was brought to her, she’d probably say something like, Eh. I can just have another boyfriend. That’s literally what it was. And then she’d follow, There are more important things in life. Oh wait, before that, she’d say, It’s not like we’re going to sue the killer for murdering Mano Kazuhiro. It’s not their fault. It’s just that Mano Kazuhiro is fated to die.

“…”

This ellipsis wasn’t mine, by the way.

It was “spoken” by Mana Kazuhiro.

“…Morning,” Mana said.

“Why are you acting shy and weird?” asked my girlfriend. Damn, she could be sometimes too direct about this stuff.

“We should start walking now,” I said. Better to walk and talk than stand and talk.

My girlfriend’s name was Nitta Mayumi. It was quite unfair for her to be calling my first name when she didn’t allow me to call hers. It may have been a mere name, but calling names is important in a relationship, you know? This is why I sometimes wanted to call her the cockteaser.

I was surprised that Mayumi managed to sense something weird from her. I felt like a glass wall between them. The glass wall you’d see in the prison. And for some reason, I was emotionally disturbed by the unnatural silence. That silence used to be normal, but now it was abnormally different.

“Mano—”

“Mano—”

Both of them called me at the same time.

“Ah, sorry,” Mayumi said. “You go first.”

“No, it’s okay,” Mana said. “…It’s just about our homework.”

“What homework? Math?”

“Yes. Trigonometry. I was about to ask Mano if he’d answered it… I forgot to do the assignment.”

“You can just copy it later,” I said.

“But Math is our first period.”

“Then just copy it faster.”

“If I remember, the assignment is way too long to be copied under pressure.”

“You don’t have to answer it,” Mayumi said. “As long as you have perfect attendance, you’ll be fine.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Teachers care more about attitudes than intelligence, right?”

“Not doing my assignment is definitely an attitude problem.”

Keep talking. Keep talking, guys. I don’t want to be brutalized by the unnatural silence. Just keep talking.

And then they went silent.

Just when I wanted them not to be quiet…

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before we arrived at our school.

Hokkai High School.

A traffic light stood near the gate and had this sign that I wasn’t familiar with. It was like a No Parking sign but without the P on it, and even stranger, it had a blue background overlapped by the red circle. Such trifling monologue, I should say. Trees surrounded the pathway to the building. A white Toyota (no, it was Honda) SUV was parked near the bush, and then a middle-aged man came out of it and locked the door with his car key. He tried opening each door to see if he’d locked it properly. Four doors. And twice. “Does he have OCD or something?” Mayumi asked. “Look, he’s doing it again.”

“Better to be paranoid than to be careless, I guess,” I said.

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We passed chattering students as we headed to the building. We entered the building, replaced our shoes with slippers, and went to the classroom. Since Mayumi was in a different class, Class 2-3, we parted, and Mana and I walked into Class 2-1. Mana and I had the same surname, so we sat beside each other alphabetically in the back row. The teacher hadn’t come yet, so I handed my notebook to Mana, and she took it and quickly copied the entire thing.

“Heeeeeey. Hey.”

I ignored the voice and pretended he didn’t exist.

“Why are you ignoring me, you asshole? Let me copy your homework!”

“My sister is currently copying my homework.”

“Give me that.” He snatched my homework away from my sister. Mana looked at him with annoyance. “I’ll just take a picture of it, calm down.” He snapped photos of the notebook. “Alright, here you go.” Mana snatched it back with even more vexed vigor. She shook her head and began copying again. Since he was that obnoxious, you really don’t have to know his name. He acted like that to everyone. But if he does show up again, though, let’s just call him Mister Obnoxious.

Seventeen minutes later, the teacher came into the classroom and Mana finished copying. “Phew, that was close,” she said. “Thanks, Mano.”

Four periods passed and it was lunchtime. I usually ate with Mana and her friends in the cafeteria. What? What about my girlfriend? No, since our relationship was platonic, she wouldn’t even let me eat together with her. So I was always with my sister.

Some stayed in the classroom to eat their packed lunches and some ate in the cafeteria. We sat near the counter and set our trays on the table. My tray consisted of roast pork in onion sauce, mixed salad with baby fish, and Nara-style vegetable miso. Her two friends had bought tofu, kimchi, and rice.

“Aren’t you going to eat, Mana?” one of her friends asked. Fuji Fujita.

“Are you on a diet?” asked her second friend. Yuki Yukiko.

“Yes. I’m on a diet.”

“Oh, like, skipping meals?” Fujita said. “Isn’t that dangerous? You’re not even chubby, Mana!”

“Yeah, your body is perfect already. You don’t have to diet,” Yukiko said.

“I have to maintain it.”

I’d been eating my food as peacefully as I could. Mana didn’t seem bothered that we were eating without her. She just folded her hands on the table, watching me devour this roast pork.

“Want some?” I asked.

Mana stared at me.

I couldn’t read her expression, but I guessed she was offended again. “Yeah. I want some.”

I handed her my disposable chopsticks (the cafeteria maid always told us to bring our own washable chopsticks to save the environment), and she took them. She plucked a slice of my roast pork and put it into her mouth. For some reason, that made me have dirty thoughts. My roast pork was throbbing right now. Stop it, Mano. This is your sister and you shouldn’t let intrusive thoughts violate your thinking.

She slowly chewed on my meat and acted as if she enjoyed it. “This tastes good,” she said, practically vomiting. She palmed her mouth and swallowed it. “Yeah. It definitely tastes good.”

“Uh…” Fujita said. “It seems like you’re not enjoying it.”

“Are you the vegan type, Mana?” Yukiko asked.

“Excuse me.” Mana shot up from her seat and rushed out of the cafeteria. It was an honor to be the cause of her suffering.

Fujita and Yukiko looked at me awkwardly.

“I’ll come back,” I said, standing up. I assumed she’d be in the first-floor bathroom, and when I went there, I guessed right. I wasn’t sure if she was puking out the roast pork she’d eaten since she wasn’t making any vomiting sounds. Patiently I waited near the bathroom.

Mana came out of the bathroom, looking stressed. “I need to taste your cum right now.”

“Be quiet!”

I looked left and right. There were a few students, but thankfully, they were far away. Unthankfully, a guy walked out of the bathroom and pretended he didn’t hear anything. “…What’s going on, Mana?”

“The taste… I can’t get rid of the taste…”

I held her shoulders. “You can go home now. I’ll just tell the teacher, okay? I’ll…just feed you later.”

“…But I want it now.”

“No, we shouldn’t do it here—”

She pulled my shirt, brought me into the bathroom, and pushed me into the cubicle. She locked the door. “I said I want it now.”

I put my finger against my lips, telling her to quiet down. I didn’t want to complain to avoid further ruckus. “Fine,” I whispered.

I unzipped my pants and let them drop. I pulled my underwear down because I didn’t like the feeling of fabric scratching against my balls. Unfortunately, I wasn’t hard. It escalated so quickly that my Johnny couldn’t keep the fuck up. “…Let’s just do this at home,” I whispered, so quietly so that she almost couldn’t hear me.

Mana sighed. She tucked out her blouse, grabbed my hand, and slid it under her uniform and bra, making me feel her left breast. I could feel the tenderness of her nipple tickling my palm. Abracadabra, my dick was now hard. I couldn’t believe that the nature of men was this simple. As I released her breast, she gently pushed me onto the toilet and started vacuuming the shit out of my cock. I palmed my mouth, trying not to groan. The tip of my penis could feel her uvula. Her warm saliva glossed the entire thing and she intentionally bit the tip of it just to punish me. I glared at her, signaling her to stop doing that, and she glared back at me with her upturned eyes. I was only trying to make her look normal by asking her if she wanted some roast pork.

To get back at her, I grabbed her hair and pulled my dick out when I was going to explode, and my semen spritzed all over her face. My cum hit her left eye, making it close. Her whole face was a slimy mess. She pouted at me, and she wiped it away and licked her fingers. “I hate you,” she whispered. “I’m so going to kill you later.” This was only our sibling annoyance, nothing to worry about.

She tucked in her blouse under her skirt while I put on my underwear and pants. I pulled my zipper slowly to avoid making a noise. She stayed silent for a moment to hear the girls driveling about the beauty standards of men.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Hello? Is someone inside?”

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