Miyagi really was a pervert.

          It was strange how she blindfolded me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and how she wouldn’t let up until I told her exactly how good it felt. The way she stared so seriously at her fingers afterward was unbelievable too. No matter how I looked at it, Miyagi was a total pervert.

          I let out a long sigh as I lay on the bed.

          I probably looked a mess with my bra still unhooked and the button of my jeans undone, but since Miyagi had already left and there was no one around to see me, I didn’t feel like fixing myself up.

          「… I shouldn’t have told her anything.」

          She’d kept asking me how it felt, over and over, until I ended up slipping and saying something I shouldn’t have.

          There was no reason I had to tell her in detail how good it felt. Sure, it had been way better than doing it alone, but thinking back on it, it was stupid of me to go out of my way to tell Miyagi that, even if I was being put on the spot.

          I was curious about what Miyagi thought about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. If I wanted to find out, I’d have to bring it up again, and I didn’t want to deal with her strange questions. Knowing Miyagi, she’d probably start asking things like what I thought about when I did it alone, or how I did it.

          I’d be too embarrassed to answer, and those weren’t things I could tell her anyway.

          Still, I had this feeling that if she did ask, I’d end up telling her.

          I was way too soft on Miyagi, and I was sure she knew it too.

          But I was softer on her than she could ever imagine. Even if she hadn’t warned me that refusing meant I’d never get to touch her again, I still wouldn’t have turned her down. I loved her enough to let her touch me whenever she wanted, even if she hadn’t offered herself up. And the fact that she wanted to touch me at all made me incredibly happy.

          「Well, that aside…」

          I had no idea what had made her say something like that in the first place. I’d always believed that as long as we lived, Miyagi would never be the one to initiate anything, so I couldn’t make sense of it. She’d said she wanted to see how I’d become, but there was no way that thought had just come to her out of nowhere.

          There had to be a reason. But if I’d tried to push her for an answer then, she definitely would’ve gone back to her room without touching me at all. And I doubted she’d tell me even if I asked her about it tomorrow.

          Even so, I wanted to know what had led Miyagi to do something like that. More than that, I wanted to know what was buried beneath that reason—how she really felt about me.

          When Utsunomiya had come over the other day, Miyagi had said she didn’t have a crush on anyone. But after what happened today, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it.

          If something like this had only happened once, I could’ve written it off as something she accepted on a whim, an impulse, or even curiosity. But this was the second time—and this time, it had been Miyagi who wanted it. It wasn’t like before, when I’d gotten caught up in the moment and pushed her down.

          This time, Miyagi had initiated it entirely on her own.

          If I tried to make sense of it—kept turning over every possible reason—the only conclusion I could reach was that Miyagi might like me too.

          But I wasn’t naive enough to accept that so easily. I couldn’t help but question the answer I’d come to.

          I let out a quiet breath.

          Rolling onto my side, I pressed my hand against the wall.

          I curled my body up and closed my eyes.

          The warmth that had been against my back just moments ago—Miyagi’s soft touch, the heat of her body that had felt almost feverish, the way her hands had caressed me—everything about it had felt good.

          It didn’t matter whether she was good at it or not. Just the fact that it was Miyagi touching me had melted away the last of my rationality, until all I could think about was how good it felt.

          What she’d done to me made me think that maybe—just maybe—Miyagi liked me too. But now that I was lying alone in bed, that confidence was slipping away fast.

          If only she’d smiled at me. If only she’d called me by my first name. Maybe then, I could’ve believed it a little more.

          To begin with, thinking Miyagi liked me was probably just my own delusion—something born from a desire I couldn’t control.

          「This is bad. If I keep thinking about this, I’ll just end up depressed.」

          Between the part of me that thought Miyagi liked me and the part that thought she didn’t, the latter was starting to win. I knew that if I kept thinking about it, it would only take me somewhere painful.

          If I was going to think about something, I might as well think about something positive.

          I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out the faint light behind my eyelids.

          Earlier, Miyagi had called my name in a voice softer and raspier than usual. The sounds she’d made when I touched her back then had been sensual, but today it felt like she was calling my name because she truly wanted to. It made me wish I had more than two ears just to hear it.

          She hadn’t called me “Hazuki,” but she hadn’t gotten angry when I called her “Shiori,” either—or maybe she had; I couldn’t quite remember.

          Some parts of my memory were vivid, others hazy. But I could clearly remember her biting me. She’d bitten me before when I was the one touching her, but this time, she’d sunk her teeth into my neck hard enough to hurt—and somehow, it had still felt unbearably good.

          If I had to keep thinking about something, I wanted it to be the things that made me happy.

          But my body, which had finally cooled down, started to warm up again.

          When I opened my eyes, the white light filling the room stung.

          I slowly sat up on the bed.

          I should probably take a bath, I thought to myself.

          Part of my body felt especially unclean right now.

          But I couldn’t bring myself to wash away the traces of Miyagi’s touch.

          I wanted to feel her again, and to touch her in return.

          I wanted to know her more, and for her to know me just as deeply.

          If I could, I wanted it to happen right now.

          「I know that’s not possible, though…」

          I leaned my back against the wall.

          I didn’t know when—or if—something like this would happen again.

          I wasn’t even sure if Miyagi would still be here tomorrow.

          Last time, she’d already been gone by the time I woke up.

          「… She’s not going to do it again, is she?」

          If anyone should’ve been the one running away in embarrassment, it should’ve been me. But I had no intention of leaving. Even if I felt embarrassed, I still wanted to see her tomorrow.

          But what about Miyagi?

          There wasn’t any reason for her to run away from home this time, but Miyagi had a habit of doing things unexpectedly. It wouldn’t be strange if she were gone by the time I woke up tomorrow morning.

          I didn’t think she’d really disappear on me, but I couldn’t help hoping she wouldn’t.

          I wanted to say good morning to her. I wanted to eat breakfast with her.

          That was why I decided I’d wake up early tomorrow.

          If Miyagi was thinking about running away, I wanted to catch her before she could.

          But even with that decision in mind, I couldn’t stop myself from praying—praying that Miyagi would still be here in the morning, just like always.

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