Chapter 32
“All right! Today, at long last, I'm going to teach you how to grip a shinai!”
You're lively no matter when I see you.
I wish you'd tone it down a little when we're fucking.
“Grip a shinai? You said I couldn't hold one until I'd learned the proper etiquette, didn't you?”
“I heard that from Coach, so I know. But the other first-year students are learning how to grip it and assume the proper stance, and are even being taught footwork. If you're the only one falling behind, Matsuda-kouhai, it'll be hard for you later. So I thought I'd teach you secretly.”
Chinami...! How can you be this kind?
I'm touched. Want me to suck you off?
“Would that be okay? What if we get caught...?”
“Even if we get caught, he'll probably scold us to our faces but turn a blind eye afterward, don't you think? I'm sure Coach would want you to learn from me, Matsuda-kouhai.”
“You think so?”
“Of course. If we only taught a new club member who came because he wanted to learn kendo how to do manager work, he'd lose interest in no time. Still, Coach did tell me to be careful, so let's practice somewhere the other members can't see us. You're excited, right?”
Somewhere the other members can't see...
That sounds oddly suggestive.
“Yes, I'm excited.”
“You don't look excited at all.”
At Chinami's doubtful remark, the muscles in my face stretched into a huge grin.
Exaggerated delight.
When Chinami saw that expression, she flinched and took half a step back.
“W-what is that? That wicked expression...?”
I was happy, just like you said. Calling it wicked is harsh.
“Because I'm happy.”
“That's... what it is... right...?”
“I'm telling you, it is.”
“Ahem... All right... For now...”
After clearing her throat several times, she led me to the shinai storage rack.
“Unlike bogu, a shinai isn't something you can use for a long time. As you use one, the bamboo bends and can break, and when that happens, you have to replace it right away. If a broken bamboo slat pierced someone during sparring, it could be disastrous. Since the shinai here are shared among club members, think of them as consumable supplies.”
“Understood.”
“First, I'll explain the structure of a shinai. The leather wrapped around the handle is called the tsukagawa, but people often use tsukagawa to refer to the handle itself, so remember that. And...”
Chinami began pointing to various parts of the shinai with her finger and explaining its structure one by one.
Tsukagawa, tsuba, tsuru, nakayui, sakigawa, and so on...
Each part had a different name, and there were even different types depending on the shape of the shinai.
“Have you memorized them all?”
After finishing her thorough explanation, Chinami asked me that.
I nodded and answered.
“I think so.”
She pointed to the somewhat thick section near the lower end of the shinai's blade and asked,
“Then what is this?”
“The dōbari.”
“And the leather here, and the round thing underneath it?”
“Nakayui and tsuba.”
“Then what part is this?”
“The striking section.”
“Good. From now on, I'll quiz you every day, so make sure you memorize them.”
“Yes, Master.”
When I said that and gave her a bow meant for one's teacher, Chinami's eyes went round.
“Master...? I'm not your master; I'm just a fellow club member like you, Matsuda-kouhai.”
“You're teaching me, so Master is the right title.”
“Oh-ho...”
After uttering an impressed sound, Chinami soon let out a satisfied laugh.
Apparently, she liked my attitude.
“I will always trust and follow you, Master.”
“Woooow...! That spirit... I like it very much...! I'll train you hard from now on, Matsuda-kouhai! We'll improve your skills quickly and perfectly, and aim for the autumn... Well, maybe not the autumn tournament; let's aim for the winter tournament! Now, let's go out the back door and learn how to grip the shinai!”
No, that was just flattery. How could she take it so seriously?
Still, it was nice to see her so motivated.
**
“Matsuda-kun, what happened to your hands? They're so red...”
Miyuki asked worriedly after getting into the car.
I shrugged and answered.
“The washing machine broke halfway through, so I had no choice but to wash everything by hand. Washing a uniform in hot water makes the color run and causes it to shrink, so I had to use cold water.”
“Really...? That must have been hard...”
“I'm fine. Being with Nanase-senpai is fun.”
“Nanase...? You mean my friend?”
Come to think of it, Miyuki's friend had the surname Nanase too.
“I said senpai. She's a second-year, and she's a manager like me.”
“Ah... I think I've heard of her before... But fun?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you do that's fun? Do you joke around with each other?”
There was a slight edge to her tone.
Proof that jealousy was quietly rising inside her.
This is fun. So much fun.
“Well, just... It's hard to explain in my own words, but we do this and that.”
“Do you make dirty jokes with her, like you do with me?”
“I'm not that comfortable with her yet.”
Miyuki's complexion returned to normal.
She seemed relieved now that I'd made the difference in our current levels of intimacy clear, but why was she getting competitive over something so minor?
If this kept up, laying the groundwork for 3P and 4P later would be a huge pain.
“Right...? Be careful not to make any mistakes...”
She gave me advice she didn't mean, and I scoffed.
“Got it. Also, switch to the passenger seat now.”
“The passenger seat? Why?”
“Don't you know it's only polite for one person to sit beside me and keep me company? What, are you two royalty? Do I have to chauffeur you around?”
“Then Tetsuya-kun can...”
“I don't put men in the passenger seat.”
At my utterly firm declaration, Miyuki gave a hollow laugh and got out of the car.
She walked around demurely, opened the door, climbed into the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt.
Seeing the taut belt pressed between her breasts made my libido surge.
Before long, I'll have to wedge my dick in there instead of the belt.
“There? Satisfied?”
“Yeah. Should we leave the two of us and ditch Miura?”
“You're joking, right? I won't take you seriously this time.”
I wasn't joking.
“Why is he taking so long...? Is he making a toilet and taking a shit before coming...?”
As I grumbled with a face full of discontent, Miyuki giggled and placed a piece of candy on the console between us.
“Eat this and calm down.”
“What is it?”
“Can't you tell by looking? It's candy.”
I unwrapped the candy listlessly and put it in my mouth.
“I want cookies.”
“You can wait until tomorrow, can't you?”
“If you hadn't given Miura the cookies you brought today, I wouldn't even have brought this up. You could at least stop making them so delicious...”
“I only gave him one, just as Matsuda-kun said. Do you really begrudge him that much?”
“Yeah.”
At that concise but heartfelt answer, Miyuki shook her head from side to side.
“Why are you acting like such a child yesterday and today...? You're seriously immature...”
She's happy that I'm jealous, but she sure knows how to dress up her words.
I was bickering with Miyuki when Tetsuya opened the back door and got in, making me knit my brows.
“Why are you so damn la—”
“Matsuda-kun.”
Miyuki stopped me just as a curse was about to leave my mouth.
After glancing at her, I changed what I was going to say.
“Why are you taking so long?”
“Sorry, sorry... My stomach hurt so badly... But why are you sitting there, Miyuki?”
Miyuki answered that question herself.
“Apparently, it's polite to have one person sit in the passenger seat. Starting next week, you sit there, Tetsuya-kun. We'll take turns.”
“Really...? Okay.”
I said I don't let men sit in the passenger seat, didn't I?
That bastard especially is never getting in there, dead or alive.
When I started the car, Tetsuya leaned his face between the front seats and made a suggestion.
“Tomorrow's the weekend. Do you want the three of us to go somewhere?”
Miyuki glanced at me, then looked troubled.
“Ah... Um... I'm sorry. I have plans tomorrow.”
“Even in the evening?”
“I think so... But let's take a walk together at night instead. We haven't been able to lately.”
Miyuki, don't try to gloss it over. Wouldn't Tetsuya stop suspecting something if you answered honestly this time?
What if he goes out somewhere and sees my car parked at your house?
I wouldn't mind—I might even welcome it with open arms.
Come to think of it, until evening...? Are you planning to stay with me that late?
“That's too bad. Then let's definitely go for a walk. Oh, and Matsuda.”
Tetsuya, looking disappointed, called out to me.
Feeling suddenly much better as I looked at his face, I answered.
“What?”
“I happened to overhear Renka-senpai and Nanase-senpai talking during club break... Nanase-senpai seemed to think very highly of you. If you keep this up, I think we'll hear good news soon.”
Did taking a dump cure him of his delinquency?
He's been helping me out all day.
I don't know whether he said that on purpose, but if he keeps trying to set me up with Chinami, Miyuki's going to get annoyed.
Just look at her now. Her expression is scary.
“Is that so? Thanks.”
After sincerely thanking the bastard, I drove off.
**
Navy cotton shirt and beige elastic-waist slacks.
This looked formal enough while still giving off a casual vibe.
I finished it off with loafers, rolled my shirt sleeves up to my forearms, and went outside.
‘Hot.’
According to what I'd learned through Dokiaka, Miyuki's room didn't have air conditioning.
But the living room did. Thank heavens.
I didn't know whether I'd be able to get into Miyuki's room today, but if I did, I could endure it after cooling off in the living room for a while.
Avoiding the fierce sunlight, I got in the car and headed straight for Miyuki's house.
When I was nearly there, Miyuki called me.
“Yeah.”
-Where are you?
“I'll be there in two minutes. Where should I park?”
-You can parallel-park in front of Dad's car.
“Are you sure that's okay?”
-Yeah. I asked today. He was really surprised, asking whether Matsuda-kun had a car. Should I come meet you?
“Yeah. Come out and park it for me instead.”
-I'll just stay inside. Hurry over.
Miyuki said that in a bright voice and hung up.
When I arrived at her house, I grinned when I saw that she had come out to meet me despite saying she'd stay inside.
I carefully parked in front of Wataru's car, turned off the engine, and got out. Miyuki's gaze swept over my entire body.
She seemed to like the outfit.
“Where are your parents?”
“They're waiting. But are you nervous right now? Your face is a little... stiff...”
“This is my first time being invited over for a meal... I'm just a little scared.”
At that, Miyuki's eyes curved into crescents.
She patted me lightly on the back as if encouraging me and said,
“You can relax.”
“Don't tease me like you did at Isshiki. I'll kill you.”
“That depends on how you behave, Matsuda-kun.”
She teased me playfully, then headed toward the front door beside me.
Then she opened it.
“Welcome, Matsuda-kun.”
“Welcome, Matsuda.”
Midori and Wataru greeted me from the entrance.
Even Kana was waving at me from behind them.
This family's baby-milk dispensers are huge, no matter how many times I see them.
Midori's breasts around my cock, oil rubbed onto Kana's breasts for a full-body massage...
And finally, Miyuki's breasts on my face...
Thinking about being surrounded by the breasts of all three of them made me feel lucky.
After indulging in that pleasant fantasy for a moment, I bowed my upper body.
“Hello. It's been a while.”
“It's incredibly hot today, isn't it? Come on in.”
Thank you. But are you perhaps planning to corrupt me?
If there's even the slightest chance, please put sleeping pills in Wataru's drink.
“Yes, then please excuse me.”
I bowed politely once more, entered Miyuki's house, and took off my shoes.