How To Ruin A Love Comedy

Chapter 83

The place Renka took me was a small shop located on a secluded street. She could have taken me to a store she knew, but it seemed she chose this one for fear that the clerks might recognize her.

Still, the atmosphere was pretty good. There were quite a few people around, and the items for sale were quite diverse. It seemed like a shop that thrived on word of mouth... I guess Renka felt like she had stumbled upon a hidden gem of a back-alley restaurant?

“.....”

She was showing interest in the section of robot model kits. She clearly wanted to buy one, but I could see she was holding back because of me.

I went over to a display of figures and checked out the figure I had planned to buy. It was the size of a palm, but the price was outrageously high. I understand that indulging in your hobbies can be costly, but this was just too much.

“Aren’t you going to choose?”

Renka had approached me from behind. I scratched my temple and picked out a figure of a blonde-haired character in a fighting stance.

“.... Do you like that character?”

“Yes, his name is Zenitsu, and his techniques are really cool.”

You love this character! Why pretend you don’t know?

I’d have liked to buy a limited edition, but this one is better, I guess.

I looked at her shopping bag again, the same way I had before, and Renka clutched the shopping bag to her chest. Anyone could see it was a gesture of holding something precious.

I chuckled and asked, “You must really love your nephew?”

“.... Is there someone who doesn’t like their nephew?”

“There might be. I’ve picked everything I wanted, but don’t you want to buy anything, sunbae?”

“I don’t want anything. But are you buying just that one?”

“Yes. I wanted to buy another character too, but they didn’t have it.”

“What character is it?”

“A male character with flame-like hair.”

When I mentioned Renka’s second favorite character, she flinched again. It was so obvious it was almost comical. She’s been acting awkward all this time; can’t she put on a better act? What if she gets caught?

It seems like it would be hard to keep pretending I don’t know.

“It must be somewhere... keep looking.”

“I’ve looked, but it’s not there. Let’s head out.”

After paying, I stepped outside with a small shopping bag in hand and noticed Renka glancing at the store’s name. It seemed she liked the place and wanted to remember its name to come back alone later.

“I don’t have a desk at home. Where should I put this?”

As I looked into the shopping bag, Renka turned her gaze back to the street before answering.

“People who buy figures usually have some sort of display case for them, don’t they? They sell small ones in the store...”

“Do I really need a display case?”

“Well... those who are casual fans might not need one. It might be fine to put it on top of the TV... I’m not sure, so you’ll have to figure it out.”

Her casual tip was amusing. I managed to keep my smile from breaking through.

“Where do you live? I’ll give you a ride.”

“There’s no need for that.”

“Why suspect when I’m just offering a ride as a courtesy?”

“It’s not that I’m suspicious...”

“But do you always like to dress like that?”

“What...”

“I’ve only seen you in uniforms and training gear, but this suits you well.”

“Shut up.”

It seems my compliment doesn’t really get through when her affection is almost nonexistent.

Now it’s just her belly button showing, but maybe later I could take her for a nude walk.

Even thinking about the thrill of being almost seen by others sends a chill down my spine. I hope Renka will come to enjoy it. No, I’ll make her like it.

I shrugged my shoulders and pointed to a public parking lot in the distance.

“Let’s go. I won’t do anything, and you’ve even bought a gift for your nephew. What if the shopping bag gets crushed on a packed train? What if the contents get ruined by the crowd?”

“You’re being extreme... And it’s past rush hour, so it won’t be that packed.”

“There will still be a lot of people.”

“.... You’re probably right.”

“Then it’s settled. Let’s go.”

“Wait, just a moment... Hey! Matsuda!”

I declared and headed towards the parking lot, with Renka hurriedly following behind. She called out to me in a frustrated voice, but soon quieted down, perhaps my words had kindled a spark of anxiety in her.

Yeah, you’d feel terrible if people jostled around a precious limited-edition figure you just bought.

And a taxi would be too expensive...

So, let’s go the easy way.

**

Renka’s house was an old-fashioned residence.

I had seen such houses in the game, but it was my first time seeing one in real life, and the ambiance was quite nice. From the traditional roof that exuded an aura of history, it seemed to perfectly fit Renka’s image, often dressed in a dobok*.

“Is this the place?”

I parked in front of the house and asked. Renka nodded.

“Yes.”

“Your house is impressive... Also, you don’t have to thank me.”

“Then I won’t.”

Ah, our Renka...

I really want to break that chilly demeanor of hers...!

In my mind, I pictured her, reluctant in a maid outfit with a collar, calling me ‘Master’, her embarrassment visible as she performed a bunny dance in a revealing outfit, and then in various cosplay outfits, each more revealing than the last… And gradually, I wanted her to become addicted to the pleasure I could offer, surrendering both body and mind.

I suppressed the surge of desire and said,

“Go on in. Make sure to give your nephew the gift.”

“.... You know we have sparring tomorrow?”

Sparring?

That was unexpected news.

“No, I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t Chinami tell you?”

Chinami had been too shy all day, hardly managing to speak properly.

“No.”

“Really? We’ve organized a session where the first-year students who joined in the first semester and those who joined in the second semester will split into teams to spar. It’s just to check how much everyone has improved, so think of it lightly.”

That’s disappointing.

I could have legally thrashed Tetsuya, obliterating what little was left of his male pride.

“Understood.”

“Especially you, Matsuda... don’t spar like you did with me.”

“You mean… To go easy?”

“Don’t just move instinctively. Use what you’ve learned from Chinami in your sparring.”

“Sure, whatever.”

Renka’s eyebrow twitched at my nonchalant reply. It seemed like she might be planning to set aside some time to ‘educate’ me.

“I’ll go now. Thanks for the ride.”

Though she had said she wouldn’t, Renka thanked me as she got out of the car. She closed the door and walked towards her house without looking back.

As she stopped in front of the gate searching for her keys, I admired the long legs and the triangle between her thighs. Breathing in the faint scent of blueberries that lingered in the car, I lifted my foot off the brake.

Miyuki is like a plum, Chinami like a peach, and Renka, blueberry.

They all suit them well.

**

The next day, as usual, I picked up Miyuki and shared a kiss with her. I watched her drink milk and asked curiously.

“Why the milk?”

“It was just on the table, so I brought it with me... Want some, Matsuda-kun?”

As I leaned in to kiss off the milk that had dabbed on her lips, Miyuki, reading my intentions, swiftly leaned back, avoiding my advance. I licked my lips in mock disappointment, and she spoke in a teasing tone.

“Don’t do that all the time... At least give me a warning... I can never let my guard down around you...”

“Why are you so snappy today?”

“What do you mean, snappy? Just drive, you dummy...”

“Did you give him a good scolding?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you say you were going to say something to Miura?”

“Ah... that... I did talk to him.”

“What did you say?”

“We’re in Matsuda-kun’s car, so it’s basic courtesy to be on time... Told him not to be late anymore.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said okay, sorry...”

I should have been there; missing it was a pity. Maybe I should move closer to Miyuki’s place? Then I could catch more of these interesting moments.

“That’s not really scolding.”

“Who said anything about scolding? I just said I’d talk to him...”

“That’s a shame.”

“Why is it a shame? Lately, when I see you, I feel like you really dislike Tetsuya.”

You’re right, I do dislike him. He’s a fool, but a tolerable one.

Without responding, I stared ahead and started the car, changing the subject.

“Tomorrow’s the weekend, you’re staying over at my place tonight, right?”

“Ah, yeah... probably...?”

“What do you mean ‘probably’?”

“I haven’t mentioned it at home yet... I’ll call my mom at lunch... Ahhh!”

Miyuki suddenly screamed as if about to faint. It’s because my hand had snuck under her uniform shirt, teasing the soft flesh of her stomach.

As I kneaded her lower belly, preparing to move my hand further down, Miyuki squeezed her legs.

“I almost spilled the milk...! What if it got on the seat...?”

“You can spill it. I’ll clean it all up.”

Did she find my words pleasant? Miyuki’s lips faintly curled up. However, she soon spotted Tetsuya waiting up front and scolded me.

“Hurry up and pull it out... Tetsuya-kun is still out there...”

An amusing thought crossed my mind, and I slowly drove the car towards him. The doors were all locked, and I was still caressing Miyuki’s bare skin.

“Ma, Matsuda-kun...! What are you doing...? Have you lost your mind...?”

Miyuki, realizing my intentions, tried to remove my hand, but—

“Ah!”

I pressed gently on the soft flesh under her thigh, causing her body to jolt and begin trembling.

The warmth over her panties, the plush skin with a straight, ripped line down the middle, which I playfully stroked back and forth with my middle finger… Suddenly, a thumping sound came from the window.

—Matsuda? The door isn’t opening!

Hearing Tetsuya’s frantic voice as he tried to open the backseat, Miyuki gripped the milk carton as if to crush it, and I withdrew my hand.

“Ah...!”

Miyuki let out a strained moan and quickly straightened her clothes. She was breathing heavily..

I carefully took the milk pack she was holding, chugging it down as I observed her. Then, when she tucked the hem of her uniform shirt into her skirt, I opened the car door.

Beep—!

The lock disengaged and the backseat opened. Tetsuya climbed into the car with a dazed expression and asked.

“What’s up? Is something wrong with the car?”

“No, I was pressing a different button. My mind’s all over the place this morning.”

Tetsuya was fooled by this calm excuse and chuckled, then joked.

“Isn’t this how accidents happen?”

“You joke about that? Get your head out of the way. Don’t block the rearview mirror.”

“Sorry. Hello, Miyuki.”

Tetsuya’s greeting was oblivious to the brief tension inside the car. Miyuki didn’t even turn to look back as she responded.

“Ah, hello... Tetsuya-kun.”

“Why does your voice sound like that? Are you coughing?”

“Ah, yeah... I just choked on something...”

Miyuki brought her fist to her mouth and coughed a few times, shooting me a glare.

Her gaze was full of silent anger, but there was no genuine dislike in it. Just scolding me for my mischievous act, yet with affectionate eyes.

This time, different from what I had shown her in the classroom, I brought my middle finger, which had touched her below, to my lips and lightly licked it with the tip of my tongue. At that, Miyuki hastily turned her head out the window.

Her hands, resting on her lap, clenched tightly, visibly trembling slightly.

She was clearly excited, but the shock seemed to dominate her desires for now. Yet, her reactions were gradually improving.

But maybe I’ll be scolded when we’re alone? Perhaps even punished?

Hmm, I would like to be punished. Preferably by hand.

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