[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 14-15

Chapter 14: Would You Like to Play Games Together?

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Hehehe… It’s working, it’s working…!

The plan to close the physical distance had produced steadier results than I had imagined.

Every time I nonchalantly sat down next to Miyazuka-kun on the sofa, he jumped like a startled kitten, his ears flushing bright red. His gaze was always trembling between my chest and the light novel.

When I pressed up tight behind him in the kitchen, I managed to brush my nipple against his back. When he crab-walked away, the rubbing felt good. When I pretended to reach for the remote and gently touched his hand, the way he froze—! It was as if time had stopped. Just remembering it made the corners of my mouth soften into a smirk.

His every exaggerated reaction was so cute and so funny that I couldn’t help wanting to tease him. But just making him nervous alone wouldn’t be enough. His negative thinking circuit would surely force him to interpret the situation as “the room is just cramped” or “our hands accidentally touched,” and he would escape reality by convincing himself of whatever was convenient for him.

I needed a situation where we naturally stayed in close contact for a long time. A perfect setup in which he would have to admit to himself, “This was unavoidable,” while still becoming aware of my presence.

Right, there’s games!

The greatest idea of the century struck me. He’d been into competitive fighting games lately. Night after night, he would grip the controller facing the living room TV, shouting “Uooo!” and “There—get that combo!” with so much joy. That carefree side of him was completely different from his usual nervous self. I had secretly liked listening to that voice while washing dishes in the kitchen.

That night, I crept up behind him while he was engrossed in that fighting game and softly spoke to him.

“Hey, Miyazuka-kun.”

“Wha!? Ah—Fujigaya-san. Wh-when did you—”

He acted as if his heart had leaped out of his chest, abruptly pausing the game and turning to face me.

“Is that game fun?”

I smiled and pointed at the TV screen with feigned interest.

“Well, it’s—fun, but… I thought you weren’t really into this kind of thing, Fujigaya-san…”

“No, that’s not true. It just looks really fun.”

I sat down right next to him, snug as could be. Then, without asking, I picked up the spare controller sitting on the table.

“Could you let me play too?”

He widened his eyes at my suggestion, clearly surprised.

“W-what!? Fujigaya-san, you’d play a fighter? Th-this is pretty hard, you know? You have to memorize lots of commands and—”

“It’s fine. Miyazuka-kun will teach me, right?”

I turned to him with a perfect, radiant smile. Of course, I had already prepped by watching video guides online. I knew the basic controls and the main special-command inputs for the popular characters. I’d even memorized a few easy beginner combos.

But here, it was best to pretend to be a helpless beginner who knew nothing. That was a maiden’s cunning strategy.

“What is this, how do I move them? This one just jumps on its own!”

I deliberately hit the wrong buttons and made my character hop around for no reason. I bounced lightly on the sofa to make my chest jiggle along with the character.

“No, no, not like that… Move with the left—uh, that stick…”

He fumbled awkwardly, glancing at my hands, but he looked oddly happy as he peered over to see what I was doing.

Good, this is going well! He took the bait!

His face was right there. A little bit of fringe, long lashes. To see his profile so close as he looked at the controller with such concentration—my heart fluttered and got a little noisy. I didn’t want him to notice, but I kind of wanted him to. I wanted him to hear my heartbeat.

“Hmm, this is hard. I can’t pull off any moves—my character only throws basic punches.”

I sighed theatrically and decided to make my final push. I stared into his moist little eyes. I glanced up slightly. I pressed my arms against my chest to emphasize my cleavage. Then, in a coquettish voice, I said to him.

“Miyazuka-kun, please. Teach me, step by step?”

So, what would you do? What would you do, Miyazuka-kun? Could you possibly refuse this sweet, sweet plea from me?

I held my breath, my chest swelling with expectation, and waited for his response.

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Chapter 15: Up Close! Game Training Session

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“Miyazuka-kun, please. Teach me, step by step?”

 Fujigaya-san’s sweet, devilish words felt like a death sentence to me. Refuse? Impossible, impossible. That option never existed. But agreeing meant facing the hellish ordeal of close-contact training. 

My feeble brain’s CPU froze completely for a few seconds, abandoning all thought. It felt like it was smoking, on the verge of breaking down. Well, it was already half-broken. 

“…O-okay.” 

In the end, what spilled from my mouth in a thin, pathetic, cracking voice was that pitiful agreement. 

“Yay!”

Fujigaya-san let out an excited chirp. Her voice was brimming with childlike glee as she gripped the controller tightly again. Her innocent smile gleamed to me like the blade of a guillotine. I steeled myself. 

Like a condemned man heading to the gallows, I moved heavily behind her. I sat between the back of the sofa and her, positioning her body between my legs, wrapping my arms around her as if embracing her. 

I knew—I knew better than anyone how badly I was trembling. What could I do? How could I not tremble in a situation like this? When I leaned forward to look at the controller she held, her sweet, sweet scent hit me, and I found myself staring down at her massive breasts from above. 

There they were—no-bra breasts, now practically a household norm. Wait, was the zipper lower than before? Was it open down to her stomach? The wide-open zipper left her areolas almost visible, the zipper barely catching on her nipples to maintain the thinnest veil of coverage. 

My rationality… My rationality couldn’t hold… I shifted my hips back to hide my erection… 

“U-uh, so, first, the easiest special move… You know, like a Hadoken.” 

With trembling hands, I gently placed mine over her delicate, pale ones. Wow. So soft. And small. Her hands felt like they belonged to a different creature compared to my rough, clumsy ones. The impossibly soft sensation alone nearly short-circuited my brain. 

“L-like this, the left… D-pad… You move it from forward to down, like a quarter-circle…” 

“From forward to down…” 

I tried guiding her fingers to input the command, but my focus was entirely on the feel of her hands and the soft warmth radiating from her back, making it impossible to explain properly. This light-novel-esque position, practically enveloping her from behind. The sweet rose shampoo tickling my nose. The vanilla-scented body cream wafting from her neck. 

My head spun. Was it okay to breathe? Oh, this was oxygen deprivation. Was this torture? Or a divine reward? I didn’t know anymore. 

“A-and then, press the punch button!” 

“Ei!” 

On the screen, the cute female fighter she controlled fired a perfect energy projectile forward. 

“Whoa! It worked! It worked, Fujigaya-san!” 

I couldn’t help but shout in excitement. 

“Really?! That’s amazing! Miyazuka-kun, you’re such a great teacher!” 

She turned to me with a radiant smile. Her face, just inches away. So close I could feel her breath, her large, sparkling eyes locked onto mine. 

“Hyah!” 

I let out an embarrassingly pathetic yelp and recoiled dramatically. Dangerous. For a second, I thought she’d kiss me. Or that I’d kiss her. Such an impossible delusion flashed through my mind. The hellish (or perhaps heavenly) training session continued. 

“N-next, a slightly harder combo… Light punch, light punch, then something like a Shoryuken…” 

I barely knew what I was saying anymore. Like a broken robot, I kept teaching her moves. Her warmth pressed against me. Her sweet breath when she turned. Her glossy black hair brushing my cheek. Every time she shifted to input a command, I took extreme care to avoid her massive breasts with my hands. 

I can’t focus… I can’t process the game screen at all… Forget command inputs, my heart’s inputs are a total mess… 

My HP gauge was long past zero. Not just flashing—it was shattered into dust. Meanwhile, Fujigaya-san, oblivious to my near-death state, improved at the game with astonishing speed. 

“Look, look, Miyazuka-kun! I did a combo! This is so fun!” 

Her talent was so prodigious I wondered if she’d been pretending to be a beginner. In her excitement, Fujigaya-san bounced up and down like a rabbit, her outfit only amplifying the effect. Her massive breasts jiggled wildly, her nipples threatening to peek out. 

Please, don’t bounce in this position! I’m begging you! 

After about an hour of that sweet torture, I was completely burned out, collapsing onto the sofa like white ash. 

“Miyazuka-kun, thank you so much! That was so fun! Let’s do it again!” 

Fujigaya-san said with genuine satisfaction, smiling brightly. To me, that smile looked like the triumphant grin of a mischievous devil who’d accomplished everything. She probably had no idea. No idea how close to death I’d been that hour. 

My dick throbbed painfully from all the blood rushing to it. This girl was an oblivious, natural-born devil. No doubt about it. Exhausted, I escaped to that conclusion.

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