How To Ruin A Love Comedy

Hats, extra clothes, shampoo, body wash... and even the underwear she’d sneakily hidden.

I pointed Miyuki to the storage shelf on the wall as she began to organize the items she’d brought in armfuls.

“Put them over there. There’s an empty corner.”

“Can I put the shampoo and body wash in the bathroom? And the mist... and lotion too...”

“Are you setting up an entire household or what?”

“Last time I came, I didn’t do my basic skincare properly, so my skin was all rough...”

As Miyuki mumbled to herself as if embarrassed, I gave her a reassuring smile.

“It’s fine. Just put them there.”

“Okay...”

After bustling around to finish organizing, Miyuki took a shower and came out. She sat on the mattress I had laid out, drawing her knees close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

As she rocked back and forth as if she were sitting in a rocking chair, she eyed the state of the tatami mat that had gotten wet from rain last time.

“Matsuda-kun, is that all dry now?”

“Uh.”

“That’s a relief… Do you want to connect the TV to my phone and watch a movie?”

“That works.”

“Or do you want to watch some variety shows?”

Her chattering, as if trying to blow away any awkwardness, was adorable.

I shook out my wet hair with a towel and sat comfortably next to Miyuki.

“What do you want to do?”

“Just... anything...”

Miyuki looked at me as she pressed down on the back of her hand for no particular reason.

The atmosphere quickly became tense.

Did she realize that she herself was the one who created this atmosphere?

I gazed at Miyuki, who was unable to hide her discomfort, and rested the back of my head on the pillow.

The gentle breeze from my sudden action refreshed the stagnant air around us.

Perhaps Miyuki felt the same way, as her once tense expression relaxed a bit.

Slowly lying beside me, Miyuki reflected on the past.

“If Matsuda-kun hadn’t saved me from that molester at the end of last semester... what would our relationship be like now?”

We would have been close regardless.

Why? Even if I had missed that event, I would have approached you again.

I shrugged nonchalantly.

“I wouldn’t have seen you this semester.”

“Why? Because Matsuda-kun would’ve gotten expelled?”

“No. A drowning victim would’ve been found at Itsuki Beach.”

When I reminded her of the rescue incident indirectly, Miyuki let out a weak laugh.

I grabbed her wrist as she tried to gently push my shoulder with weak force, laid it down in the space created between our bodies, and continued.

“It’s a joke, but if those things hadn’t happened, our relationship would have been worse, not better, right? Maybe you would have tipped off the professor and had me expelled.”

“Me...?”

“You’ve always wished I’d get expelled, haven’t you?”

“Well, I did think that, but-”

“Miyuki, what would you do if I were to get wrapped up in some strange incident now and face expulsion?”

“Of course, I will stop it!”

Miyuki answered resolutely, without any hesitation. Surprised, I asked:

“Really? Even if I did something wrong?”

“I believe the Matsuda-kun of now wouldn’t initiate any wrongdoing, but even if you did, I’d stop the expulsion. I can just nag you later...”

I did expect her to take my side, but I didn’t think she’d commit so wholeheartedly.

Her answer left me genuinely pleased—my lips curling into an almost involuntary grin.

Seeing my smile, a flicker of surprise traced the corners of Miyuki’s eyes.

Wearing a slightly triumphant look as though she had won a duel, she turned her gaze toward the dark staircase next to the kitchen and asked:

“But Matsuda-kun doesn’t use the second floor?”

“The walls are slanted, so it’s pretty cramped.”

“How cramped?”

“You’d have to crawl to move around.”

“Then it’d be good just for sleeping...? The atmosphere would be nice if we move the bedding there on a rainy day.”

“Mhm. We’d likely hear the sound of rain hitting the roof directly… Let’s sleep there next time.”

When I left the possibility of her sleeping at my place again hanging in the air, Miyuki couldn’t hide her fluster.

“Wh-who said anything about that...? I just said it might be the case...”

“So, I was getting ahead of myself?”

“Yeah... completely...”

Slowly nodding my head at her not-so-resolute answer, I moved closer to Miyuki.

As I did, she drew her arms toward her chest, shrinking back slightly.

I leaned in until our noses were almost touching and asked again with a meaningful smile,

“...I was getting ahead of myself?”

“...”

“Answer me.”

“Umh~”

Miyuki let out an unconscious moan.

So, she really liked this low tone, huh?

I lifted my hand and gently stroked the side of her still-damp hair, as if combing it with my fingers. Just as I felt her eyes beginning to soften, I slipped my hand through her long hair to caress her pale, delicate neck.

“...”

It seemed like Miyuki didn’t even realize what kind of noise she had just made. She just gnawed on her lower lip as if overwhelmed, her eyes hazed over, staring at me.

Feeling a bit mischievous, I called out to Miyuki in a teasing tone.

“Hey.”

“Hmm...?”

“Hey.”

“...”

“Hey.”

“Ahh, what?!”

Miyuki retorted with a voice tinged with irritation. It seemed she was angered as the nice atmosphere was on the verge of being shattered.

Her face was about to transform into an irritated expression when—

*Whoosh.*

A soft gasp escaped her mouth as my thumb lightly brushed against her lips.

Savoring the scent of peppermint that filled the air, I playfully flicked Miyuki’s lower lip.

“Don’t...”

Her face turned red almost instantaneously as she feigned objection, but it was merely a façade. She had always enjoyed these displays of affection.

Especially the deep look in my eyes.

“What movie do you want to watch tomorrow?”

“Any...”

“Choose something other than ’anything.’”

“...I’ll decide based on the showtimes.”

“Should we book tickets in advance since it’s the weekend?”

“Since it’s a morning show, it should be fine... our local cinema only has standard screening rooms, so it’ll be quiet...”

“Before 10 a.m. should work, right?”

“Mmm... probably...”

As I continued to flick her lower lip and engage in casual conversation, I seized an opportunity when I saw her throat quiver for a moment. I leaned in, not towards her lips, but to her slender neck.

“Eh, Ma, Matsuda-kun... what are you doing?!”

Startled, Miyuki tried to push my head away, but as I began to kiss her neck, she froze in place. For a moment, she seemed to accept the kiss passively until,

“Ah—!”

She suddenly let out a trembling moan and her body shivered.

Wrapping her arms around my head, she let out a moan through her nose, tickling the top of my head.

I made the kissing sound deliberately loud, as it seemed she was getting a bit aroused by it.

“Haah, haah...”

Miyuki then gently pressed her lips against the top of my head, exhaling heavily. It wasn’t a gesture of affection; she was trying to calm herself down.

The tension between us was intensifying. While I had been tenderly lavishing attention on Miyuki’s neck, I pressed my lips against her soft skin and gave it a little bite.

*Flinch.*

Maybe unaccustomed to the sensation of her skin being bitten, Miyuki’s body jerked, and her grip loosened for a moment. Seizing the opportunity, I pulled away from her neck to plant light kisses on her lips, the bridge of her nose, and her forehead.

“Huff, huff...”

Her eyes, dilated and slightly disheveled, turned towards me as she exhaled heavily, her cheeks fully flushed.

I grinned slyly at her and checked the love bite I had left. Near the center of her neck, a little lower, the skin was flushed from the pressure.

It was a small mark, but by tomorrow it should be a bit more noticeable… Just barely concealed by a uniform white shirt.

Given her sensitive skin, it’ll probably last for about a week. I wonder if she’ll get mad when she sees it.

“Did it hurt?”

At my tender question, Miyuki’s eyes filled with confusion.

So it didn’t hurt. Good thing I was gentle with the bite.

I got up to turn off the living room light and lay back down beside Miyuki.

Then, panting as she tried to calm her excitement, she grabbed the hem of my clothing and spoke.

“Don’t go... Who said you could go...”

‘Not “don’t go,” but perhaps she means “don’t stop”?’

Smirking at Miyuki’s awkward emotional expression, I placed my hand on her waist and started to softly caress her.

“Haah...”

The same action as before.

But unlike the last time when she had questioned what I was doing, this time Miyuki just twisted her body slightly.

Feeling more assured, I...

*Swish.*

…Swiftly slid my hand under her t-shirt. As I gently caressed her slender waist, a soft, warm sensation traveled from my fingertips to my brain.

“Ah...!”

With a short cry, Miyuki’s waist contracted.

Her hand, gripping my clothing, started to tremble, and her breaths became rapid and shallow.

While attentively gauging Miyuki’s condition, I rubbed her waist and lower back. I heard a rustling sound from below and withdrew my hand from inside her t-shirt.

I then placed my removed hand on Miyuki’s fidgeting leg and gave it a few pats—slowly, in a steady rhythm.

Did my actions calm her down?

Miyuki, who had been panting, gradually regulated her breathing and buried her face in my chest.

As I gently caressed the back of her head, I asked...

“Were you really surprised?”

Her head, previously moving around restlessly, quickly nodded in affirmation.

She must be so embarrassed she could go mad.

Of course, it wasn’t just the physical touch; my unusually tender tone probably played a significant role in eliciting that reaction as well.

As I pressed gently, almost massaging the mark I’d left on Miyuki’s neck, I waited patiently for her to fully calm down.

Soon enough,

“Ken-kun...”

My name slipped from Miyuki’s lips.

It had been a long time since she last called me by my first name. She must have subtly enjoyed the recent intimate touch.

“Are you listening?”

“I’m listening.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’m hungry...”

“Shall we go to eat something?”

“I’m sleepy... I want to sleep...”

Seeing her jab at my abdomen while babbling incoherently, I knew what she wanted.

Exhaling a sigh through my nose, I lowered my body to meet Miyuki’s gaze directly.

Then, I pressed my lips lightly against hers.

After some time, just as I was about to break the kiss, her moist lips parted, and her tongue slipped out to caress the inside of my lip.

Caught off guard, I shuddered.

Noticing my reaction, she quickly withdrew her tongue and let out a contented giggle.

“Hehe...”

She then clung to me completely, tightly gripping my waist as if to say, don’t go anywhere, stay close to me.

‘What’s going on with me?’

Could it be that Miyuki is taming me?

As this thought briefly crossed my mind, I embraced her head when she let out a weary yawn.

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