[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 31-32

Chapter 31: Uneasy Heart After School

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Ding-dong, ding-dong.

The listless chime that announced the end of class rang strangely loudly in my head.

 “All right, that’s it for today.”

Even after the teacher announced the end of the lesson and the classroom filled at once with the after-school murmur, I couldn’t get up from my seat for a while. The letters written on the notebook in front of me looked like nothing but a meaningless string of symbols.

The image of Gen-chan talking so happily and absorbed with that plain Tanaka-san during break was burned behind my eyelids and wouldn’t go away.

What was that…?

I had never seen him like that before. I had never seen Gen-chan so relaxed in front of anyone other than me, never seen him talking to a girl looking so genuinely joyful from the bottom of his heart. And the other person was everything opposite to me—plain, quiet, the very picture of an “otaku girl.”

Her eyes behind thick glasses had glittered, and she had nodded over and over at his words.

A prickling, burning discomfort flared deep in my chest. My stomach tightened as if a cold hand had grabbed it—an unpleasant pain.

What is this feeling?

A black, viscous, ugly emotion I had never felt before.

Is this “jealousy”…?

I had never once been jealous of anyone until now. I had confidence in my looks, in my grades, in sports. If there was something I wanted, I could usually get it with effort. But no matter how far I reached, I still couldn’t grasp Gen-chan’s heart. That frustration had always sat somewhere deep in my chest.

And yet…

That girl Tanaka-san had easily caught up with him on a shared topic, and had effortlessly unraveled that steel-like vigilance he kept up with a method I couldn’t use… With a weapon I didn’t have…

…That’s not fair.

The instant that thought hit me, a fierce possessiveness, astonishing even to myself, welled up from my depths like magma. Gen-chan was mine. I had found him first. I had been watching him since that elementary school day—always, only me. I didn’t want to give him to anyone. There was no way I’d let some plain, nobody-of-a-girl take him from me.

After school.

Normally I would have gone to his desk and said, “Miyazuka-kun, want to go home together?” 

but today I couldn’t bring myself to do it. If I stood in front of him carrying this dark feeling, I wouldn’t be able to put on my usual perfect smile.

So I bolted from the classroom earlier than anyone, and went home alone. A tepid wind that heralded the start of summer brushed my cheeks. The sunset stung my eyes painfully. I fumbled the key and opened the door.

“I’m home.”

There was no “Welcome back” in response. The living room was empty and still; it felt unbearably wide and cold.

What am I doing?

To be so shaken, so miserable, just because he had talked with another girl—this was ridiculous. But I couldn’t suppress it. This black, ugly feeling wouldn’t be contained. When he got home, what face would I make? I didn’t have the slightest confidence that I could greet him with my usual smile and say, “Welcome home.”

I flung open my closet door roughly. From inside I pulled out the black “battle outfit” I had worn only once a few days ago. A sexy black babydoll. And two new secret weapons I had just bought.

There was no more room for half measures. Indirect hints wouldn’t work on that dense boy.

I would make him understand who should be the one by his side.

That I, and only I, could accept all of him—his heart, his body—completely. That night, I began preparing for battle. This was a declaration of war. A merciless declaration of war from me against that plain girl with glasses and a sweet declaration of war directed at you, Gen-chan.

Tonight, I will make you mine.

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Chapter 32: I Won’t Let You Sleep Tonight

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The dinner that evening was enveloped in a heavy silence. The ginger pork I had made, his favorite dish, was usually met with a childlike gleam in his eyes and an enthusiastic “Delicious!” But today, Gen-chan merely looked down, mechanically bringing rice and ginger pork to his mouth.

I could tell, as clear as day, that he was deliberately and stubbornly avoiding my gaze. While pretending to be calm, I observed him out of the corner of my eye. The fact that he had been talking so cheerfully with a girl I didn’t know…

Is he close with that girl? What does he think of her? I want to ask, but I can’t.

That truth had been pricking at my heart like a tiny black thorn since the afternoon, causing a persistent, stinging pain in my heart, but at the same time, his blatantly awkward attitude quietly satisfied my twisted possessiveness. He noticed my bad mood. And he was confused, trembling with fear, unsure of the reason.

That’s fine. Fill your head with thoughts of me even more.  

After dinner, Gen-chan came out of the bathroom as usual, with just a bath towel wrapped around his waist. When I stared intently at his body, he flinched, his shoulders trembling, and turned his back to me.

How adorable. I wonder how long he can keep up that attitude.

With that thought, I headed to the bathroom in his place. I cleansed my body with a hot shower. This wasn’t just a bath—it was a ritual purification before the battle. While letting the shower pour over me vigorously, I stifled my voice and slipped my fingers inside my vagina. 

The wet sounds were drowned out by the shower, and the gush I released was washed away by the water. After climaxing three times, I dissolved a generous amount of my favorite rose-scented bath salts into the tub and slowly sank my body into it.

While soaking, I mentally rehearsed my strategy over and over again. As I relentlessly teased my nipples to the point of pain and rubbed my G-spot, I recalled Ami’s radical advice.

『Just sneak into his bed and create a fait accompli…』

To be honest, I wanted to do it. But I couldn’t, not yet. Doing something like that might make him truly despise me. More importantly, it would be better to do it after we were officially a couple. But I needed to do something bold enough to break through the wall of self-denial deeper than the Mariana Trench.

That’s it. I’ll pretend I’m half-asleep. I’ll act like I mistook his room for mine.

The greatest idea of the century flashed into my mind.  After getting out of the bath, I carefully applied body cream to my heated skin in the bathroom. Smooth, supple skin. My proud G-cup breasts. These were my weapons.

Then, I took out my secret weapon from the depths of my closet: a black babydoll. I slipped it onto my skin. The delicate lace revealed my skin elegantly yet boldly. I put on the string-like panties, pulling them up tightly to emphasize the contours of my pussy. Perfect.

The body cream made the babydoll cling to my skin, accentuating my body’s curves. The sheer fabric created an even more provocative atmosphere. And today, I equipped my secret weapons.

First, the cat tail. The tail itself was black, fluffy, and cute, but the other end was downright ferocious—an anal vibrator with about ten beads of varying sizes, stretching about 30 centimeters long.

“Nngh! ♡ Tight! ♡♡♡”

With determination, I slowly inserted it into my butt, and when I finally pushed it all the way in and looked in the mirror, a splendid black cat tail sprouted from me.

Yes, yes, yes. Isn’t this cute? My stomach feels a bit tight, but it’s doable.

And the other secret weapon. Based on the sensation lingering in my memory and palm, I had carefully selected and secretly purchased online a vibrator that was as close as possible to his size. I inserted it into my vagina, which was already soaking wet.

“Ohhh! ♡♡ This! ♡ So intense! ♡♡♡”

The vibrator’s flared head and the spiky protrusions along its shaft teased my vaginal walls as it slid in. The intense pressure and the creeping pleasure, even without moving it, made my knees tremble. I tied the vibrator’s handle to the strings of my panties with a hair tie to keep it in place. Done.

“Haah! ♡ Haah! ♡ Haah! ♡ I’m gonna…! ♡♡♡”

The reflection in the mirror showed a version of me that was completely different—a dangerous, mature woman exuding a hint of seduction.  When I returned to the living room, Gen-chan had already retreated to his room.

Alright… Operation start.

I turned off the living room lights, leaving only the dim glow of the nightlight. With cat-like stealth, I moved silently, my cat tail swishing as I stood in front of his bedroom door. My heart pounded so loudly it was almost deafening. My throat was dry with nervousness, yet my pussy was so wet it was dripping down my thighs.

But there was no turning back now. I slowly reached for the doorknob. Luckily, it wasn’t locked. The door opened with a faint creak. Moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, softly illuminating the room. I could see him on the bed, breathing steadily in his sleep.

I slipped off my slippers and walked barefoot across the cold floor, leaving wet footprints of my arousal behind. I stood beside his bed. I looked down at his sleeping face and at his defenseless expression. I barely resisted the urge to be drawn to his slightly parted lips.

Not yet. It’s not time.

I gently lifted the blanket. He was sleeping in just his underwear. My rationality held on by a thread as I carefully slid my body into the empty space on his bed. His warmth seeped through the sheets. His scent enveloped me softly. It was enough to make my head spin.

“…Nnh…”

He stirred slightly. I held my breath and gently rested my head on his bare chest. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with his scent. While pretending to sleep, I tightly entwined my arm with his. I pressed my proud, smooth, supple breasts—freshly prepped—against him slowly. I wrapped my legs around his, spreading my arousal slickly across his thigh.

The babydoll had already slipped off, leaving me practically naked as I clung to him. He might notice my racing heartbeat. Embarrassment made my body feel like it was on fire, but I had to do this.

“…Warm…”

I deliberately mumbled in a soft, sleepy voice, pressing a peck-like kiss to his nipple.

So, what will you do, Gen-chan? When you wake up in the morning and find me in this outfit, sleeping in your arms. You won’t be able to escape reality this time.

I gently stroked his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart like a lullaby, and smiled mischievously.

I won’t let you sleep tonight. I’m going to completely unravel your heart.

I turned on the vibrator and anal vibrator. A rhythmic mechanical hum echoed softly, and my body temperature surged rapidly. The parts of me pressed against him grew sweaty, and my entwined legs became slick with my arousal.

No matter how much I tried to hold back, my fluids leaked out bit by bit, creating a warm puddle on the sheets. Unable to sleep from the overwhelming sensation, I convulsed repeatedly, desperately stifling my moans while pretending to be asleep.

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