How to Ruin a Romantic Comedy

A hat, a change of clothes, shampoo, body wash… and even some underwear she’d snuck in.

As Miyuki started to organize the things she had brought, all bundled up, I pointed to the cabinet attached to the wall.

“Put your stuff in there. The corner spot is empty.”

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

“You might as well move in.”

“W-well, last time I was here, my skin was all dry because I couldn’t do my basic skincare properly…”

I let out a soft laugh at Miyuki, who was muttering to herself in embarrassment.

“I don’t mind. Go ahead.”

“Okay…”

After bustling about and finishing her tasks, Miyuki took a shower and came out, sitting on the floor mattress I had laid out. She hugged her knees to her chest.

Rocking back and forth like she was in a rocking chair, she visually checked the spot on the tatami that had gotten wet from the rain last time.

“Matsuda-kun, is that… all dry?”

“Yeah.”

“I see… That’s a relief. Should we connect my phone to the TV and watch a movie?”

“We could do that.”

“Or do you want to watch a variety show?”

She was so cute, chattering away as if trying to dispel the awkwardness.

I roughly dried my wet hair with a towel and sat down comfortably beside her.

“What do you want to do?”

“Just… whatever…”

Miyuki glanced at me, pressing down on the back of her own hand for no reason.

The atmosphere was rapidly growing charged.

Did she even realize that she was the one creating it?

Watching Miyuki, who couldn’t hide her awkwardness, I buried the back of my head in the pillow.

The slight breeze from me flopping down ventilated the stagnant air around us.

Miyuki must have had the same thought, because the heavy expression on her face eased up.

Lying down next to me, Miyuki reminisced.

“If you hadn’t saved me from that molester at the end of last semester… what do you think our relationship would be like right now?”

We would have ended up dating one way or another.

Why? Because even if I’d missed that event, I would have just approached you again.

I shrugged as if it were no big deal.

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

“Why? Because you would’ve been expelled?”

“No. Because a drowning victim would have been found at Isshiki Beach.”

As I indirectly reminded her of the time I’d saved her, Miyuki let out a weak laugh.

She tried to push my shoulder with a feeble hand. I caught her wrist and placed it in the space between our bodies, then continued.

“I’m kidding. But it would’ve been worse than before, not better. You might have even ratted me out to a professor and gotten me kicked out.”

“Me…?”

“You always thought it would be great if I got expelled.”

“Well, I did, but…”

“What do you think you’d do if I got caught up in some weird incident now and was about to be expelled?”

“I’d stop it.”

Miyuki answered without a hint of hesitation, her eyes resolute.

I was genuinely surprised. “Really? Even if it was my fault to begin with?”

“The Matsuda-kun of today wouldn’t do something wrong in the first place, but even if you did, I’d still stop it. You can just get an earful from me later…”

I had expected her to take my side, but I never thought she’d say something like that without even a moment’s pause.

It was a truly satisfying answer. Enough to make a huge grin spread across my face.

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A smile formed around Miyuki’s eyes as she watched me.

With a slightly triumphant expression, like someone who had just won a duel, she turned her gaze to the dark staircase next to the kitchen and asked.

“By the way, do you not use the second floor…?”

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

“How cramped?”

“You’d have to crawl to get around.”

“Then it’d be nice for just sleeping…? On a rainy day, it’d be pretty atmospheric to move the bedding up there and sleep…”

“I guess you’d hear the rain hitting the roof right away. Let’s sleep there next time.”

When I once again left the door open for us to sleep together, Miyuki couldn’t hide her fluster.

“W-who said anything about sleeping…? I was just saying it would be like that…”

“So you were just getting ahead of yourself?”

“Yeah… totally…”

Nodding slowly, I shifted my body and moved right up against Miyuki.

She immediately pulled her arms toward her chest and curled up.

I moved in so close our noses were almost touching.

“Are you sure you were getting ahead of yourself?”

I asked again with a meaningful smile.

“…..”

“I asked if you’re sure.”

“Hnng…”

Miyuki suddenly let out a soft moan.

She must have liked the sound of my low, husky voice.

I raised a hand and stroked her still-damp hair as if combing it.

Then, just as the tension in Miyuki’s eyes was about to slacken, I slipped my hand through the long strands of her hair and began to caress her pale, slender neck.

“…..”

Miyuki didn’t seem to have noticed what kind of sound she’d just made.

She just bit her lower lip as if in anticipation, staring at me with glistening eyes.

A mischievous urge came over me, and I called out to her in a playful tone.

“Hey.”

“Yeah…?”

“Hey.”

“…..”

“Hey.”

“What is it…!”

Miyuki whined in an irritated voice.

She must have been annoyed that I was about to ruin the nice atmosphere.

Her face was about to contort into an annoyed expression when—

Swoosh.

My thumb brushed past her lips, and she let out a sharp gasp.

Savoring the minty scent that filled my nose, I began to flick Miyuki’s lower lip.

“Don’t…”

Her face turned bright red in an instant as she tried to stop me, but it was just a token refusal.

Miyuki liked this kind of affection.

And she liked my deep, intense gaze even more.

“What movie do you want to see tomorrow?”

“Any…”

“Anything but ‘anything’.”

“…I’ll decide after checking the showtimes…”

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

“It’s an early show, so I think it’ll be fine… The theater in my neighborhood only has standard screens, so… it should be pretty empty…”

“So we just have to get there before 10?”

“Yeah… probably…”

I continued our conversation while still flicking her lower lip. The moment I saw her swallow, I moved my face in.

Not to her lips, but to her delicate neck.

“M-Matsuda-kun…! What are you doing…!”

Startled, Miyuki tried to push my head away, but as I started kissing her neck, all her movements ceased.

She quietly accepted my kisses for a while, then—

“Ahk…!”

—she suddenly let out a sweet moan and shivered.

Then she wrapped her arms around my head, and with a sharp exhale through her nose, she tickled the top of my head.

I deliberately made loud smacking sounds with my kisses, and it seemed to be getting her more and more aroused.

“Huu, huu…”

Miyuki soon pressed her lips to the top of my head and began to blow softly.

It wasn’t an expression of affection, but an attempt to calm herself down.

Our feelings for each other were growing more and more intense.

While I was focused on thoroughly caressing her neck, I pressed my pursed lips against her thin skin and sucked gently.

Flinch.

The sensation of her skin being pulled must have been unfamiliar, because Miyuki’s body jolted violently, and the strength in her arms momentarily gave out.

Seizing the opportunity, I pulled my face away from her neck and gave her light kisses on her lips, the bridge of her nose, and her forehead.

“Haa… haa…”

Her cheeks completely flushed, Miyuki panted heavily, her unfocused eyes turning toward me.

She looked like she couldn’t quite get her bearings.

I grinned at her and checked the hickey I’d made.

Just below the center of her neck, blood had pooled from the pressure.

It was a small area, but it would probably spread a little by tomorrow.

It looked like her uniform shirt would just barely cover it.

Her skin was sensitive, so it would probably last for about a week. I wondered if she’d be angry when she saw it.

“Did it hurt?”

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

So it didn’t hurt. Good thing I sucked gently.

I got up, turned off the living room light, and lay down next to Miyuki again.

Still panting and trying to calm her excitement, Miyuki grabbed the hem of my shirt and spoke.

“Don’t go… Who said you could go…”

Wasn’t it less ‘don’t go’ and more ‘don’t stop’?

I chuckled at Miyuki’s clumsy expression of her feelings, then placed a hand on her waist and began to stroke it gently.

“Hnngh…”

The same action as last time.

But unlike then, when she had demanded to know what I was doing, this time Miyuki just squirmed.

Confident that I could go further, I—

Swoosh.

—slipped my hand under the t-shirt she was wearing.

As I tickled her slender waistline, stroking up and down, the soft, warm sensation traveled from my fingertips to my brain.

“Hik…!”

Miyuki let out a short gasp, her waist recoiling.

Her hand gripping my shirt began to tremble, and quick, ragged breaths escaped her lips and nose.

While carefully observing Miyuki’s state and caressing her waist and lower back, I heard a rustling sound from below and pulled my hand out from under her shirt.

I then placed my hand on her fidgeting leg and patted it.

Slowly, with a steady rhythm.

Did my action calm her down?

Miyuki’s panting naturally evened out, and she buried her face in my chest.

I gently stroked the back of her head and asked.

“Were you very surprised?”

Her head shook from side to side, then immediately began to nod frantically.

She must have been dying of embarrassment.

Besides the skinship itself, my gentler-than-usual tone of voice must have played a big part in her reaction.

I gently pressed on the mark I’d left on her neck as if massaging it, waiting until she had completely calmed down.

A short while later,

“Ken-kun…”

My name left Miyuki’s lips.

It’s been a while since I heard her use my first name instead of my last.

She must have secretly enjoyed the steamy skinship that just happened.

“Are you listening…?”

“I’m listening. Go on.”

“I have to go to the bathroom…”

“Go ahead.”

“I’m hungry…”

“Want to eat something?”

“I’m sleepy… I want to sleep…”

Seeing her ramble while poking my stomach, I knew what she wanted.

I let out a tired sigh through my nose, lowered myself, and faced Miyuki directly.

Then, I brought my lips to hers and pressed them together gently.

I was about to end the kiss when her tongue slipped out from between her moist lips and touched the inside of my own.

I flinched at the unexpected action.

Noticing my reaction, she quickly retracted her tongue.

“Hee…”

She let out a pleased laugh, pressed herself completely against me, and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

As if telling me not to go anywhere, to stay right there with her.

What’s with you?

Could it be that Miyuki was the one taming me?

I entertained the thought for a moment, but when Miyuki let out a weary yawn, I wrapped my arms around her head and held her close.