Chapter 59: Overwriting Memories
[It’s a story about a chocolatier who has a one-sided love for a woman for 12 years. The woman is already married, but her relationship with her husband isn’t going well, so she subtly flirts with the chocolatier who loved her, trying to use him… It’s that kind of drama. I played a slightly devilish married woman, with a kind of snobbish feel.]
After the actress briefly introduced the drama she starred in, the MC asked with a mischievous look.
[Sounds like a romantic drama, doesn’t it?]
[It’s a bit of a stretch to call it romantic… I mean, it’s a drama about an affair…]
[Isn’t it romance when I do it, but an affair when others do it?]
[Excuse me…?]
The actress was flustered.
The studio audience burst out laughing, enriching the sound coming from the TV.
As I was watching the variety show with Miyuki,
Tap. Tap.
She touched my fingernails with the tips of her own, and I let out a dry chuckle.
“You said you wanted to watch TV, but you’re not even paying attention.”
“Matsuda-kun.”
“What?”
“You should take better care of your nails.”
“All of a sudden?”
“Your nails have a nice shape, but they’re too rough.”
I turned the TV volume all the way down and looked at Miyuki, lying down on my side.
She then took my messy bangs between her index and middle fingers and pulled them straight down.
As she played with my hair like a hairdresser, she spoke.
“Matsuda-kun.”
“What?”
“Are you sleepy?”
“No. You?”
“I’m not sleepy either.”
“Still, you should try to sleep. Screwing up your sleep schedule is tough, you know.”
“The way you say that makes it sound like your sleep schedule gets messed up often. What do you do at night?”
I could see right through her subtle attempt to dig into my past.
I shrugged the shoulder facing away from her and asked back.
“Should I tell you?”
“Yeah. I’m curiou—ah, no… I’m not curious…”
She was about to nod eagerly before hastily denying it.
It seemed my smirk had made her a little anxious.
“That’s a shame.”
“D-Don’t get any weird ideas…”
“What weird ideas? The ones you’re having right now?”
“What are you talking about…!”
Miyuki pouted coyly and gripped the hem of my T-shirt tightly.
She looked like she was remembering her first time from earlier.
Squirming and showing her embarrassment, she continued.
“Ah…! The cultural festival is over, so when do you want to get a meal…?”
“Pick whatever day you want.”
“Okay. But, Matsuda-kun.”
“What?”
“I’m cold.”
She could just ask me to hold her, but she always has to be so indirect.
I wonder when our Miyuki will learn to be honest about her feelings.
Such a little fox.
“Use the blanket. I’ll close the window.”
“…..”
“Just kidding. Come here.”
Chuckling, I slipped my arm under Miyuki’s neck. She naturally rested her head on my arm and snuggled closer.
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I held her tight and asked.
“What do you want to do after we wake up today?”
“I’ll decide after I see how my body feels…”
“Did it hurt a lot? Does it still sting?”
“W-Why would you ask something like that…!”
We need to talk about these things to get to know each other better.
That way, I can incorporate feedback for next time.
That’s what I wanted to say, but Miyuki was feeling shy right now.
It was right after her first time, so she was probably embarrassed to talk about this topic. I decided to keep my mouth shut.
“Sorry, sorry.”
I apologized gently and patted Miyuki’s butt. She let out a soft, breathy “hngh…” and pressed herself even closer against me.
Soon after, she let out a small yawn.
It seemed that now that she had finally relaxed completely, the fatigue was hitting her all at once.
“You said you weren’t sleepy, but it looks like you’re about to pass out.”
I teased Miyuki with a playful tone. She pressed her forehead into my chest, and I chuckled softly.
A lot had happened today.
It was the most important day since I’d come to DokiAka, a day when all my actions so far had finally paid off.
I feel proud. And my heart is still racing with excitement.
I wonder if Miyuki has noticed how I feel?
“…..”
Judging by the soft, steady breaths she was letting out, it seemed not.
‘Sleep well.’
Worried I might wake her, I said my goodbyes in my head and closed my eyes.
…
“I’m heading in.”
“Go on.”
Miyuki, who was about to open the passenger door and get out, glanced down at her right hand.
When she saw my fist tightly holding her pinky finger, her cheeks instantly flushed red.
Glancing back and forth between me and our hands, she said.
“You have to let go for me to leave…”
“You can just pull your hand away.”
“You’re holding it too tight, I can’t…”
I’m holding it as lightly as I can, what is she talking about…
I snorted in disbelief. Miyuki brought my hand to her cheek and then pressed a quick kiss to the back of it.
A faint pink tint mark was left behind.
She looked at it with satisfaction, then got out of the car and smiled brightly.
“You can’t postpone it this time. Got it?”
She was talking about the dinner invitation.
I took a sip of the water I had in the car and replied.
“Got it.”
After hearing my answer, she waved demurely and started walking down the alley.
She wasn’t showing it, but I could tell she was struggling.
She was clutching her lower abdomen, and from the way she was walking, it looked like her adductors, and even lower, were seriously sore… It was hard to just let her go like this.
I parked the car haphazardly, ran over to Miyuki, and helped support her.
“Do you really have to hide it? If you’re in pain, just say so… You’re so frustrating…”
At my chiding tongue-click, the corners of Miyuki’s mouth momentarily curled up before settling back down.
She likes this. This kind of action from me.
As she walked with my support, her lips mumbled.
“…If my mom and dad find out… I’ll just say we met up and hung out this morning…”
“Do whatever you want.”
“Don’t be so blunt…”
“Are you gearing up to nag me again?”
“You only listen when I nag you, Matsuda-kun…”
I let out a genuine laugh and gently rubbed and pressed her lower abdomen.
“Aren’t you being a little extra nitpicky today?”
“…It’s not nitpicking, it’s advice for your own good… Mmm…”
Miyuki seemed to be savoring my touch.
I grinned and was about to slide my hand down between her legs, but she grabbed my wrist and lifted it up. I clicked my tongue.
“W-We’re outside…”
“There’s no one around.”
“Even so, you can’t…”
“Alright.”
“A-And… I’ll call you tonight, you can come out, right…?”
“Why at night? For a walk?”
“Yeah…”
She’s slowly starting to do the things with me that she used to do with Tetsuya.
It was a good sign. Miyuki was trying to overwrite her memories of that bastard with memories of me on her own.
“Do you think you’ll be able to walk?”
“Maybe…? I think I’ll feel better after a little rest…”
“You’re like this now, I doubt you’ll be moving around fine by evening. Don’t push yourself. Let’s just go see a late-night movie instead. Tomorrow’s a holiday too.”
“I’m fine with anything. But… when we watch the movie, can I lift the armrest and put my feet on your lap?”
“You can do whatever you want today.”
“Then can I shave your head?”
“Don’t cross the line.”
We chatted, mixing in jokes, and before we knew it, we had arrived at Miyuki’s house.
She looked back several times at the front door before finally unlocking it with her key and going inside.
I wanted to be more lovey-dovey, but I guess it can’t be helped since she’s not feeling well.
I should let her get some good rest.
Soothing my disappointment, I let Miyuki go and drove toward the city center.
After parking in a public lot, I got out and walked through the bustling crowd. I opened my messaging app, synced my phone contacts, and looked for Chinami.
‘There she is.’
In the middle of my short contact list was a profile picture that was unmistakably Chinami.
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It was exactly the kind of picture I expected. It fits her image perfectly.
Her nickname is [Momo-sama], which is ‘Momo,’ meaning peach, with an honorific suffix.
Cute. Maybe I’ll try calling her that once we get closer.
[Master, what are you up to?]
Not long after I sent the message, a reply came from Chinami.
[Junior Matsuda. I was about to eat.]
[A heaping bowl, right?]
[Yes, how did you know?]
[I just had a feeling.]
[You have really good intuition, Junior. That’s amazing!]
I’m just teasing her… but she’s taking it at face value.
An emoji of a peach character clapping followed.
I stared blankly at the impish character for a moment before tapping the screen.
[Your profile picture is a peach character, right? Do you like peaches that much?]
[Yes. I had some for an appetizer today, too.]
[Don’t people usually eat them for dessert?]
[This is how I do it. Of course, I plan to eat them for dessert as well.]
Come to think of it, Chinami was the perfect character for a sub-heroine in a dating sim.
The ditzy type who isn’t very cautious and often shows her panties by accident…
An innocent character whose moe element is her naive charm.
[Must be a shame that peach season is over, huh?]
[It’s okay, there are still plenty available. But what’s up? Did you have a question about kendo?]
[Nope. I just texted to ask how my master is doing. That’s okay between a master and disciple, right?]
[Of course. What are you up to, Junior Matsuda?]
I was just imagining you scorning Renka.
You’d be forced to accept the reality that the unbeatable ace, who always seemed so much greater than you, had submitted to me. You’d see Renka, dressed in the cosplay of a heroine from a corruption and training story, lying there and servicing me, and you’d be horrified.
The sight of the always elegant and noble Renka breaking down would awaken a certain fetish in you. You’d whisper in her ear with that innocent voice of yours that Renka-chan was a loser, that you were disappointed in her…
Then, as Renka vehemently denies it, you’d lick her down there, making her gush her sincere juices and climax…
That seems like a pretty good fantasy.
[I just came out to buy a few things.]
[What are you planning to buy?]
[This and that. Should I buy you some peach ice cream?]
[I appreciate the thought, but I have a lot at home. I’m going to go eat now.]
[Enjoy your meal.]
[Yes, you have fun shopping too, Junior Matsuda.]
After ending my conversation with Chinami, I headed to a stationery store.
There, I started picking out and bagging things I thought Miyuki would like, one by one.