Chapter 42

“You know, I’m a pervert. I like to do it outside, that kind of thing excites me. So, how about you just take off your underwear here? Put your hands against the wall and turn around. I’ll do it from behind while you’re standing.”  

I spoke with a thin smile. Miki stared into my eyes without even blinking.  

“…If I said that, what would you do?”  

Her pupils flickered, as if a spell had been broken. She let out a breath she had been holding and spoke.  

“…That just surprised me for a second.”  

“Well, what if I wasn’t joking? What if I was serious? Can you say for sure that I’m not?”  

I could sense Miki inhaling sharply. The air grew tense once again.  

I silently looked down at her. This time, our eyes didn’t meet. She was staring as if looking at something far away.  

The sound of the rain falling filled the silence. It was getting heavier. The edges of my vision blurred white with the rain, making it feel like we were in an isolated space.  

Miki slowly lowered her gaze.  

“Even so… it’s fine. If Hoshi-kun wants to…”  

Saying that, she turned her back to me and placed her hands against the wall.  

She slightly arched her back and turned her head, looking at me with eyes that seemed to be pleading for something.  

I reached out and touched the curve of her body. Her skirt was slightly damp, probably from the rain.  

When I slipped my hand under it, I felt a smooth, flat surface. Just like Yuki, she was wearing something like spats.  

Tracing the gentle curve, I stroked the surface. When I applied a little pressure, a soft resistance pushed back against my palm. Miki trembled slightly, watching me with silent eyes. There was no sign of rejection—only a look that seemed to gauge my reaction.  

I pulled my hand out from under her skirt and wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing my hands to the front. Lifting from below, I cupped the soft shape and gently rocked it. I sunk my fingers in.  

Amidst the sound of the rain, I could faintly hear quiet, breathless sighs.  

If the guys from her group saw this, they’d probably kill me.  

Before that, I expected her to slap my hand away or slap me across the face. I had set it up that way.  

But she didn’t resist. She didn’t even show any sign of rejecting me. She just let out sharp breaths now and then, enduring it without making a sound.  

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressing our bodies together. As I pushed aside her straight, thin hair with my nose, the scent of earth and rain was overtaken by her scent. I whispered into her ear.  

“I don’t have a condom, is that okay?”  

“Yeah.”  

“Isn’t this your first time?”  

“Yeah.”  

Miki only nodded mechanically.  

Not only that, she reached back and placed her hand on my lower abdomen. As if trying to feel its shape, her fingers traced along it.  

A rush of heat surged to my head. I smacked her hand away.  

“Are you out of your mind? I’m done with this.”  

I shoved her away and stepped back.  

Miki pulled her hands off the wall and turned to me with a stunned expression.  

“Ah… A-Are you mad?”  

“I’m not mad.”  

That’s what I said, but I was irritated. I had acted on impulse, driven by frustration.  

If this were a coming-of-age or romance story, this would be the part where I’d say something cool, comfort her with kind words, and help her.  

But I’m not some noble person who can lecture others. I get pissed off easily, and I lie too.  

I don’t understand everything about Miki.  

There’s no guarantee that everything she says is the truth. She might come up with something else later. I’m not a mind reader—I don’t know what she’s thinking.  

Hell, I don’t even fully understand myself. What could I possibly say to her?  

“…I get it. I’ll take care of it myself…”  

Her voice carried a tone of resignation.  

She was probably thinking, Why the hell are you the one getting angry? It must have seemed absurd.  

I didn’t get it either. What was I even doing? I should have felt relieved that the person I hated was gone, and that should have been the end of it.  

“Please… don’t hate me.”  

Miki looked like she was about to cry as she said that.  

I averted my eyes and turned away without saying a word.  

Without caring about the rain soaking me, I strode across the flowerbed. I didn’t look back as I left the courtyard.  

(TL: huuu, I love and hate this kind of drama)