Chapter 61: How Could I Refuse The Lap Of My Fiancee?

TL: lime
ED: Spynine01

Today’s dinner was very delicious.

We had omelette rice for dinner today.

It was exquisitely seasoned, with a slight buttery flavor and not too much ketchup.

In addition to the seasoning, Shiori cut the surface of the egg right in front of me, and the tender egg covered the chicken rice as if it were covered with precious jewels.

In contrast to the sparkling omelette rice, Shiori had no particular expression on her face.

Her face was expressionless, but it seemed like she was in an angry or deflated mood, or something like that.

No, the sight of her holding a knife with no expression on her face was scary as hell. It made my hair stand on end. Seriously.

“Today’s omu-rice was delicious.”

I sat down on the sofa and said those words like I was trying to be considerate to her.

I really meant what I said, but the way I said it made me feel like I was saying it just for the sake of it.

Shiori has been silent for quite a while now. I’m afraid something terrible will happen if I don’t try to pacify her.

Ignoring my words, Shiori, who had just finished washing the dishes, sat down next to me while watching the TV that was playing in the background.

“No. Shiori’s omu-rice is the best. I want to eat it again.”

“Okay.”

“I want to eat it every day.”

“Okay.”

“Will you make it again tomorrow? ――Just kidding.”

“Okay.”

I received three consecutive okay’s. I don’t know how to return something like that…

As I was considering whether to bring up the next topic or escape to my room, Shiori muttered something.

“――We weren’t in the same class together…”

With a somber-like voice, Shiori sat down grasping her knees and wrapped herself up with her hands around her legs.

That figure looked just like a kitten drenched in the rain.

“That’s… right…”

What should I say to her right now?

Should I say something cheerful like, “It doesn’t matter what class we’re in,” or something sad like, “I wish I was in the same class as Shiori.”

As I was struggling with my choice, Shiori let out a cute sigh, “Sigh”.

“I would have been happy if we had been in the same class together.”

Happiness.

I wonder if Shiori really wanted to be in the same class with me that much.

I was embarrassed to be told that so straightforwardly, but on the other hand, I really felt like I wanted to be in the same class with her as well.

“I would have liked to be in the same class as Shiori too. If I had been in the same class as Shiori, I would have enjoyed my second year a lot.”

After much deliberation, I came up with that line. I have the same feelings as Shiori regarding that part.

Hearing this, Shiori looks at me coolly.

“Kojiro.”

“Hmm?”

“I meant that I’m feeling sad that I’m going to be away from Sumire-chan right now…”

“――Eh?”

I must have looked pretty dumb then…

Seeing me like that, Shiori laughed at me like a little girl, “Pfft” in her own unique way.

“Did you really want to be in the same class as me that badly?”

“――Ha!?”

I was at a loss for words because one moment she was smiling like a little girl and the next she’s smiling like a little devil.

“I-Idiot. I-I’m not――”

“Even though you said it in such a flustered way…”

“Ugh――. Shut up!”

“I can’t help it.”

This time, good grief, and she stretched out her leg and lightly patted her lap.

“I have no choice, I’ll pat you on the head.”

Shiori beckons to me and says, “Come here”.

“――No, no… Why are you trying to make me lay down on your lap when you said you’re going to pat my head?”

“Because it’s easier to pat you this way.”

“It’s easier to pat… Aren’t you embarrassed doing this?――”

“If you don’t like it, I won’t do it.”

“Excuse me.”

Is there anyone in this world who would refuse a beautiful girl’s lap pillow? ――Nay! No! Impossible!

I put my head on Shiori’s lap with a little desire.

She’s pretty slender and has a figure reminiscent of a model. Her thighs are, if I may be so rude, I honestly thought they would be as hard as a bone, but even through the fabric, I could feel the softness that is peculiar to women. And the sweet, female pheromone-tickling smell almost intoxicated me.

The next moment, her thin, soft hands caress my head.

It’s an indescribable feeling.

A feeling different from the way my parents used to stroke my head.

I don’t know whether to be happy or embarrassed at this.

Come to think of it, Shiori said something like this before too――.

“I think I like this.”

When I said that out loud,“pfft” Shiori blew out.

“Kojiro is a spoiled child, isn’t he?”

“No, you said you like my petting, too.”

“Well? Did I say that?”

“You have the brain of a canary! You told me that just the other day.”

“Mou~ ――I’m going to punish Kojiro for being so mean to me.”

In an angry tone of voice, Shiori tickles me on the neck.

“Ah! Ahh! Aaaahhh! St-! Stop!”

“Sorry?”

“Ramen, tsukemen, really I’m sorry.” [EDN: Here Ramen and Tsukemen rhyme with Gomen which is sorry in Japanese, so this is just a joke that doesn’t translate well in English.]

“Boring.”

“Aaaahhh! Hey! Sorry! I already said I’m sorry.”

“Will you stop being so mean to me?”

“I will! I really will!”

“Good.”

Shiori stopped tickling me and started patting my head again.

She would tease me if I said anything again, so I kept quiet and let her pat me quietly, and slowly my eyelids got heavier and heavier.

“――So? Does it make you feel a little less lonely?”

“Fuaah… Hmm… I’m relieved…… or …….”

I ate dinner, laughed a lot when she tickled my body, and her stroking felt so good that I gradually felt sleepy.

“Do you want to sleep?”

“Hmm… I’m alright…”

She said that in words, but I was already almost in a light trance.

“That’s okay. Go to sleep.”

“Hmm… Okay…”

When I reached my limit and closed my eyes, she said something like, “It’s actually Kojiro I’ll miss…” and I, almost in a dream-like state, could not understand what she had meant by that, but I soon after left for the dream world.