How to Ruin a Romantic Comedy

The sound of a damp hinge, its oil long gone.

Feeling a chill from the ominous sound, like I was in an abandoned house, I groggily sat up.

“What the…?”

The sliding door to the living room was open.

And in the middle of it, a slender, dark figure with long hair stood motionless.

My heart pounded as I stared at the figure, faintly illuminated by the moonlight.

“….What is this…?”

I was completely tense, and as the dark figure started walking toward me, I became wide awake.

“Son of a…”

Just as I was about to let out a curse, shrinking back—

“Don’t swear…!”

A familiar voice came from the dark figure.

A scolding tone, mixed with embarrassment.

Realizing the voice belonged to Miyuki, I let out a deep sigh and put a hand to my forehead.

“Hah… What are you doing right now…?”

“I came to see you, Matsuda-kun…? You told me to contact you when I woke up…”

“I said contact me, not come over yourself…? What time is it?”

“Three in the morning…”

So she went to bed early and woke up early.

“You’re something else… No, but how on earth did you get in?”

“I was debating whether to ring the doorbell or call you, but then I tried the front door… and it was open, so I just came in. You should really lock your doors… What would you do if a burglar got in? You’re so careless…”

“Oh, really…?”

“Yeah… And sorry for waking you. I was planning to sneak in and sleep without you noticing… I didn’t know you were such a light sleeper… I’m just going to wash my hands and feet…”

Miyuki went into the bathroom to quickly wash up. When she came out, she put the used towel in the laundry basket and carefully approached, lying down next to me.

“You were like this at the haunted house during the cultural festival, too… Why are you such a scaredy-cat…?”

“The festival is one thing, but anyone would’ve been freaked out by this. Here, listen.”

I pulled Miyuki’s face close and pressed it against my chest.

After pressing her ear to my heart, she said in a surprised tone, “Whoa, it’s beating so fast… Has it been like this the whole time…?”

“Yeah. It’s damp and dreary because of the rain, and then the door suddenly opens. It’d be weirder not to be surprised. Did you take a taxi?”

“Yeah…”

“Is it okay for you to just come out like this? Won’t your mom and dad say anything?”

“I left a text for my mom saying a friend had a problem and I had to go out urgently, but… I don’t know…”

“Why are you so reckless?”

“Because I was worried you’d be lonely, Matsuda-kun…”

Yeah, right. She just came because she wanted to see me.

I rested my chin on the top of her head as she spouted her pretense, bobbing it up and down. She started whining that it hurt and began pinching my waist.

“Ow, that stings. Stop it.”

“…..”

“Your hands are getting grabby, you know?”

“You hurt me first, Matsuda-kun…”

“You’ve lost your manners, too. Always messing around.”

“Whatever…!”

I supported her hips with my hands and pushed her straight up until our faces were level.

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Miyuki, who had squirmed her way up, had a sullen look on her face.

I brought my nose to hers, pressing the tips together gently, and said, “Hey.”

“What…”

“From now on, don’t wander around late at night without me. Just call me instead. If I don’t answer, keep calling until I do. I’ll come pick you up.”

“…..”

“Answer me.”

“O-Okay…”

Subtly pleased, Miyuki began to touch my face all over.

An act that seemed to be examining the condition of my skin.

Pressing the skin around my smile lines, Miyuki spoke.

“It’s so dry…”

“I just woke up.”

“That has nothing to do with it…? You need to moisturize properly… Let’s go buy some basic skincare products when we wake up.”

“You mean an all-in-one? I can just slap some of that on.”

“No. It’s better to apply them one by one. I’ll pick them out for you.”

“I probably won’t use them even if you buy them. It’s a hassle.”

“Use them anyway.”

Can’t you just stop by every day and put it on for me?

“I’ll try. Is this part okay?”

“Where?”

“Here.”

I slid my hand between our pressed-together bodies and down between Miyuki’s legs. She flinched, pulling her hips back.

“I-It’s fine… It doesn’t hurt as much as last time…”

“So it does hurt, then?”

“A little…”

I nodded, sat up, and spread my legs.

Then I had Miyuki sit up as well, pressing her back firmly against my chest.

In that position, I rested my chin on her shoulder, held one hand on her lower abdomen to keep her steady, and used my other hand to gently massage her inner thigh.

“M-Matsuda-kun…!”

In this incredibly embarrassing position, Miyuki called my name in a trembling voice.

I completely ignored the shame in her voice and silently continued the massage.

“….Hahh…”

Before long, a languid sigh escaped her.

Watching her groan softly and even cross her legs, I asked, “Feel good?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Did you eat after you woke up?”

“….No… I washed up and came… right over…”

“Then let’s go grab something at the ramen shop later. Sound good?”

“Yeah… I’d like that… Mmm…”

Miyuki placed her hand over mine, which was resting on her lower abdomen.

The warmth of her body against the back of my hand felt hotter than usual.

Her whole body was the same. I could feel it heating up in real time.

I continued the massage, my thumb brushing over the top of her inner thigh where it met her groin.

“….Matsu… Hhaang…”

Miyuki tried to call my name at the explicit touch, but let out a sensual moan instead.

It was nice to see her—so pure and exemplary on the outside, admired by everyone—naturally accepting her own desire and showing such a raw reaction.

To be precise, it was the fact that she only showed this side of herself to me that I liked.

As her body began to tremble, I blew a soft breath into her ear.

“Aaah…!”

I stopped the massage just as her hand tightened its grip on mine and her shoulders tensed up.

Then I gently laid her down and stroked her abdomen, like I was soothing a stomach ache, just as I had before.

“Hah… hah…”

Panting, she grabbed my wrist.

“Matsuda-kun… I had a hard day today…”

“I know.”

“S-So my body feels heavy and stiff… You said you felt sorry to me today, too… So…”

“So you want more?”

“….Yeah…”

“You could just say it directly, but you always have to beat around the bush.”

I clicked my tongue, moved down to her feet, and began to gently massage them, working my way up from her soles to her calves, and then her thighs.

“We should stop by a convenience store after we eat, huh?”

It was an indirect way of saying she needed to change her panties, which were undoubtedly wet. As always, Miyuki caught my hidden meaning, covered her face with her hands, and nodded.

I chuckled and teased her.

“Good thing you can use the washing machine here without feeling awkward.”

She pinched my fingers with her toes as I massaged her feet.

Her cute, wiggling toes were adorable.

As if to complain about my teasing, she grumbled through her actions. I gave the top of her foot a light smack, making a sharp thwap! sound.

“Ack!”

A rather loud yelp escaped her lips.

“Stop being dramatic… Stay still.”

“…..”

I smirked at Miyuki, who had clamped her mouth shut as if she’d never been in pain at all. I lifted one of her legs slightly and began to stroke the back of her thigh.

“Eek…!”

Miyuki, feeling ticklish, tensed her thigh. It became moderately firm, making it feel even better to the touch.

Her skin was so firm and elastic I had the urge to give it a good slap.

The impulse to leave a handprint on her butt was overwhelming… but I held back.

“Nice?”

“Yeah… it’s nice…”

“When you have time later, bring some clothes to keep here.”

At my incredibly suggestive words, Miyuki fell silent for a moment before asking, “….Why…?”

“You can’t keep buying stuff from the convenience store. And it’s a pain to keep everything in a shopping bag every day…”

“I don’t mind…”

“So, you don’t want to?”

“I-I never said I didn’t want to… I’ll think about it…”

Judging by her flustered voice, she’ll probably be packing her bags to move in soon. What’s there to think about?

I wonder when she’ll finally take off that mask of shyness.

Still, it’s a relief that she’s gradually getting better, right?

…

“I’m going…”

Miyuki said, her hands resting demurely on her knees.

I was watching the rain fall outside the car window and muttered, “I told you I’d take you all the way to your door, but you’re being stubborn again.”

“I have an umbrella, so it’s fine… And I’m going to shower as soon as I get inside anyway…”

“Fine. And don’t think you won’t get an earful if you show up recklessly like you did today.”

“….I’m really sorry about that… Were you very angry?”

Angry? Not at all.

I’m going crazy with how much I like this more proactive side of you, so why would I be angry?

“It’s not that, I was just worried. What would you have done if I wasn’t home? You would’ve wasted your money and ended up feeling down.”

“But you were here.”

Such results-oriented thinking.

Is she starting to take after me?

I let out a disbelieving scoff and said, “I’ll get a key copied for you this week, so you can have it.”

Miyuki’s eyes widened.

“A key…?”

“Yeah.”

It meant that I was okay with opening my home to her anytime, that I had immense trust in her. Giving her a key was a significant act, filled with this meaning.

Realizing just how much I trusted her, Miyuki’s face brightened.

“I-I’m fine, really…”

She should try saying that without squirming… Unbelievable.

“What do you mean, you’re fine… Hurry up and go.”

“Okay… Also, Tetsuya-kun asked if I wanted to play a game around lunchtime today…”

“The one we played before? The one with the bonfire and building a house?”

“I’m not sure. Probably?”

“Not interested. It’s boring.”

“Hmm… Then I guess I’ll take a break, too.”

That’s right. It’s more fun and worthwhile to talk on the phone or text with me than to spend time alone with a boring guy like that, isn’t it?

My Miyuki… you’ve come so far, haven’t you? Let’s humiliate Tetsuya together later.