How to Ruin a Romantic Comedy

Miyuki, whose face had been flushed ever since we watched the romance film with its few affectionate scenes, put her phone to her ear when her mother, Midori, called.

“Yeah, Mom. Ah… today…? Um…”

Miyuki suddenly trailed off, glancing at me.

Having a good idea of what they were talking about, I took the opportunity of a red light to turn and look at her.

I put my hands together, placed them against my cheek, and tilted my head, pretending to sleep.

Miyuki, understanding that I wanted her to sleep over at my place again, continued speaking.

“I’m planning to sleep at my friend’s house today, too… A gift…? Yeah, I’ll buy something on my way. Before lunch? Okay… Oh, and tell my sister…”

After their private conversation, Miyuki ended the call with an apology and put her phone away.

“I told her I’m sleeping over. I have to be back by lunch, though.”

“I heard.”

“Why were you eavesdropping on someone else’s call? That’s rude.”

I was momentarily speechless and just stared at Miyuki.

Was my dumbfounded expression funny?

She covered her mouth and giggled.

“And here you were telling me off for being too serious… You react the exact same way I do, Matsuda-kun.”

“I’ll admit it. But what about the gift?”

“Gift?”

“Didn’t your mother tell you to buy a gift for me, since you’re imposing? I’m sure she did.”

“That’s… because when I was on the phone with my mom, I mentioned a different friend, not you, Matsuda-kun…”

“So you’re not giving me one?”

“It’s not that I won’t…”

I grinned at Miyuki, who had her hands on her inner thighs, not knowing what to do.

“Looks like we both react to jokes the same way.”

“That was a joke…?”

“You didn’t know?”

“W-Well, you always have such a straight face when you joke, Matsuda-kun…”

“You’re the same way. Don’t you think that makes us a good match?”

At my subtle expression of affection, Miyuki’s head whipped around to the side window.

Seeing her ears start to turn red, she must have been incredibly embarrassed.

I let out a small laugh and asked her, “What do you want to do today? Go back, rest a bit, and maybe go for a walk?”

“…It’s raining…”

“It’s not pouring so hard that it’s unpleasant. I think a short walk around the neighborhood would be fine.”

“I… don’t mind… but first…”

“First what?”

“Study…”

“What?”

“Let’s study… I’ll teach you…”

Studying on a Saturday… So like Miyuki.

But I wonder, will you really be able to concentrate?

“Go ahead, then.”

“Yeah… I will… If you can’t focus, I’ll punish you, so work hard…”

“There you go again. By the way, you keep putting your hand there. It just makes it more obvious.”

At my words, Miyuki, who had been unconsciously rubbing the square bandage over the hickey, jumped in surprise.

“Ah, have I been doing that this whole time…?”

“Yep. During the movie, too.”

“Really…?”

Miyuki obediently lowered her hand.

But as soon as I looked forward and changed the subject, her hand went right back to the bandage.

She’d probably keep doing that until the mark disappeared, which was fine by me.

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Just as I thought, Miyuki couldn’t focus on our study session at all.

The reason was none other than me.

“So here, you need to use this sensory verb… Ah, seriously…! I told you to stop touching my waist…!”

Since I was stuck right next to her, constantly initiating physical contact, it was too much for Miyuki, who had just awakened to her sexuality, to handle.

“You don’t like this?”

“I-It’s not that I don’t like it, but we’re studying right now. Do it after we’re done…”

She wasn’t telling me to stop, just to do it later.

I grinned at Miyuki, who couldn’t bring herself to give up the physical contact, and she shook her head.

“Anyway, stop touching my waist for now…”

“Should I touch somewhere else, then?”

“Matsuda-kun! Please, just focus…!”

How am I supposed to focus when you’re oozing so much sex appeal?

I raised both hands in a gesture of surrender and changed the subject.

“I’m going to get the bedding and put it up there.”

“Put it up where?”

“Didn’t you say yesterday? That it would be nice to sleep in the attic on a rainy day. Since it’s raining, let’s sleep on the second floor today.”

“Ah… that… Let’s do it after we study.”

“I don’t want to study.”

An annoyed expression, both hands stretched behind me to support myself on the tatami, and my legs spread out under the table.

Seeing my flippant posture, Miyuki gave a faint smile.

“Really… I don’t understand how you could have been so well-mannered when you ate at my house…”

“Whatever. Let’s call it a day for studying.”

After making my declaration, I moved the futon and pillows to the attic.

It was actually too low and cramped to be called a proper attic and was only really usable as a storage space, but it was long enough horizontally that we could probably manage to sleep there.

The lighting was a dim orange, which also helped set the mood.

After laying out the bedding while hunched over, I poked my head out past the stairs and gestured to Miyuki.

“Come on up.”

Miyuki, who had been watching me blankly with her hands behind her back, climbed the stairs with light steps.

With each step up, her upper body bent lower and lower.

As the round neck of her T-shirt sagged down with gravity, I caught a glimpse of her chest.

She was wearing a bralette that covered everything but the tops of her breasts.

It was a simple piece of underwear, but on Miyuki, it looked incredibly erotic.

Once she reached the top of the stairs, she very naturally lay down next to me and looked up at the ceiling.

Watching the raindrops fall on the small window in the corner of the roof, she seemed to grow a little drowsy and let out a long sigh through her nose.

“This is really nice… so cozy…”

“Sleepy?”

“I don’t know… Should we go for that walk…?”

“A walk after you’ve already showered? Let’s just sleep for a bit.”

“Okay…”

Miyuki shuffled closer to me and then began to gaze at my face.

Her eyes seemed to hold a certain expectation, as if she was subtly hoping I would touch her.

My, my, Miyuki… you’ve been thoroughly corrupted.

Click.

I pulled the cord on the old-fashioned lamp, turning it off.

Since it was daytime, the attic was still quite bright.

But because it was a rainy day, it had a unique dimness, and not being an open space like the living room, the mood became even more intimate than yesterday.

“Matsuda-kun.”

Miyuki called to me as she stared.

I met her eyes and answered.

“Yeah?”

“I just felt like calling your name…”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. But, Matsuda-kun.”

“What?”

“It’s just…”

Her voice trembled shyly as she trailed off. She was probably hoping for a hug.

Yesterday, she got what she wanted by giving a disingenuous answer when I asked if she was cold… She’s as cunning as a fox.

I let out a disbelieving snort and pulled the blanket over us.

Then, I placed a hand on Miyuki’s thigh and stroked it from top to bottom.

“Having fun teasing me?”

“Yeah, it’s fun… I want to keep doing it…”

As we talked, my hand moved past Miyuki’s soft skin and brushed against the hem of her shorts.

Then it stopped just above her knee.

As I squeezed and released my hand there, Miyuki chided me.

“Don’t touch my thigh… It feels perverted…”

“I’m giving you a massage. For working hard walking around today.”

“We didn’t even walk that much… Just say you want to touch me…”

“It sounds less creepy this way.”

“No. It actually sounds even creepier.”

“Even better, then.”

Apparently pleased with my nonchalant reply, Miyuki giggled and gave my chest a light push.

Seeing how much bolder she’d become, I felt that the day I would forever have a place in Miyuki’s heart was drawing near.

Vvvvmm-!

A faint vibration sounded from the living room.

Whose phone was that?

I didn’t know. And I didn’t care.

I pressed down firmly on the shoulder of Miyuki, who was squirming to get out of the bedding.

Miyuki blinked her large eyes a couple of times, then…

“…..”

She seemed to intuit what was about to happen from my gaze and grew still.

Gazing at her deeply, I waited for her eyes to slowly close before pressing my lips against hers.

“…Hhph…!”

Miyuki let out a muffled moan and naturally parted her lips.

I slipped my tongue inside, gently but more deeply than usual, rolling it around and instilling a strange, new feeling in her.

Did my plan succeed?

One of Miyuki’s legs, which had been completely focused on the kiss, came up to rest on top of mine.

A sharp breath—Hoo!—escaped her nose, her body pressed fully against mine, and her restless hands clutched tightly at the front of my T-shirt.

She looked like she couldn’t overcome her primal desires; she probably hadn’t even noticed how hard I’d gotten.

Just like yesterday, I slipped my hand under Miyuki’s shirt.

Even then, Miyuki only flinched slightly, still lost in the kiss.

Taking that chance, I moved my hand.

Brushing past her ribs, I gently fumbled under the band of her bralette.

And followed the curve of her full breast, cupping the whole thing in my hand.

Miyuki reacted instantly.

“…Huuu…”

She pulled her lips away and let out a ragged breath, looking at me with trembling, dazed eyes.

She must be scared. Especially since this is her first time.

But now that her sexuality had been awakened, her anticipation must be great, too.

The thought that she should stop me might arise, but curiosity about what would happen and what it would feel like would spring up and overwhelm her fear.

Furthermore, the thought that this is perfectly normal contact for a couple, and the idea that since we’ve already been so physical, it should be okay to move to the next step, would make her hesitate to make a decision.

“…..”

Just as I expected, Miyuki could neither do one thing nor the other, and simply stared at me.

Her expression was anxious, but when I gave her a warm smile, her face brightened a little.

It was then that I squeezed the hand cupping her breast.

Squeeze.

Overcoming a slight resistance, I felt its soft, supple texture through my five fingers.

A thrilling sensation spread from my fingertips throughout my entire body.

If it felt this good just touching it from outside her underwear, what would it be like to slip my hand inside?

Just imagining it felt like I was going to explode.

“K-Ken-kun…! Wait… I…”

Miyuki called my name urgently.

I paused, my hand still on her breast, and whispered softly.

“What is it?”

As if reassured by my gentle voice,

“Haa…”

Miyuki let out a sigh of what could have been excitement or nervousness, and pulled my head to her chest.

It probably put us in a ridiculous position, but it didn’t matter.

Miyuki was in no state to care about my posture right now.

And so, restraining my desire as much as possible, I lay embraced in Miyuki’s arms and gently caressed her breast.

“Ungh…”

Until a short moan escaped Miyuki’s lips.

And until she, realizing the lewd sound she’d just made, told me to stop.