[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 40-41

Chapter 40: Women’s Fights Are Scary

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Preparations for the cultural festival had begun in earnest. My days were busier than ever before, and at the same time, astonishingly fulfilling.

After school, our classroom—Class 1-3—was always filled with heat and energy as we worked on preparations for our maid café. At some point, I had naturally come to be treated as one of the central members.

“Miyazuka-kun, which ribbon color do you think is better? This pink one? Or the light blue?”

“Gen-chan, sorry, but can you help me carry that cardboard box to the storage room?”

“Miyazuka, can you write the letters for this poster? Your handwriting’s surprisingly neat.”

Not only Fujigaya-san, but also the girls in class and even the guys from the outgoing group—like Yamada, who I had never spoken to before—kept asking me for help with one task after another.

But it wasn’t like I was being treated as some errand boy or drudge. They saw me as a “reliable teammate.” And that fact made me indescribably happy.

I had been an introvert, convinced that no one needed me, a mere fixture in the corner of the classroom. But now, I was actually useful as a member of the class. That undeniable truth lifted my worn-down self-esteem higher and higher.

Just one thing weighed heavily on me. The work of the cultural festival executive committee.

 I had volunteered together with Tanaka-san, but swept away in the storm of class preparations, I hadn’t managed to attend a single committee meeting.

“Sorry, Tanaka-san. I don’t think I can make it today, either… I still haven’t finished this signboard…”

Whenever I apologized to her during breaks, she would always smile gently—though a little sadly—and say.

“No, it’s okay. Class preparations must be tough.”

Every time I saw that brave, selfless smile, a sharp pain pierced my chest. I had left her alone. I was the one who had invited her to do this together. I was filled with guilt.

“As soon as I finish this, I’ll head straight over to help you!”

That was all I could manage to say. But the class preparations never seemed to end. On the contrary, the tasks only grew day by day. One afternoon after school, as I was fastening sparkly tinsel to the classroom wall, Tanaka-san spoke to me with a worried expression.

“Miyazuka-kun, um… At today’s committee meeting, they’re deciding the shifts for the festival day, so there’s an important announcement. Do you think you could at least stop by, even for a little?”

“What, seriously? They’re deciding the shifts…? Hmm, but right now I’m in the middle of this…”

As I hesitated over my answer—

“Miyazuka-kun! Sorry! Even after standing on the stepladder, I can’t quite reach the highest spot! Could I ask you for help?”

At the devil’s own perfect timing, Fujigaya-san called out for assistance. She was standing on tiptoe atop the ladder, stretching desperately toward the ceiling. She looked so precarious, there was no way I could just ignore her.

“Ah, got it! I’ll be right there!”

I turned back to Tanaka-san.

“Sorry, Tanaka-san! I really mean it, I’m sorry! Can you wait just a little? As soon as I finish this, I’ll dash straight to the meeting room!”

“…O-okay.”

She nodded weakly. Was it just my imagination, or did her expression look darker and sadder than usual? I headed toward the ladder where Fujigaya-san was waiting.

“Sorry, Fujigaya-san. Where is it?”

“Here, here. Please!”

Following her instructions, I fastened the tinsel to the ceiling with pushpins. When I happened to glance at her face, she was smiling in satisfaction—like a victorious general basking in triumph. And in the direction of her gaze stood Tanaka-san, head lowered, her shoulders trembling faintly.

…Huh? What was that just now…?

For a brief moment, something felt off. It was as if Fujigaya-san had intentionally pulled me away from Tanaka-san…

No way. That had to be overthinking it. The saintly Fujigaya-san would never do something so mean-spirited. She had just needed help, and I had just happened to give it.

Yes, that had to be it. I quickly brushed aside the tiny seed of doubt that had sprouted in my mind. Then I refocused all my attention on attaching the glittering tinsel before me.

Busy, joyful days, swept up in preparations for the cultural festival. Beneath that sparkling surface, I had not the slightest inkling that two girls around me were already engaged in a quiet yet fierce clash of sparks.

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Chapter 41: Interlude 1: The Outcome of Jealousy

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A black, murky jealousy raged like a storm within me.

What’s with that girl? No matter what, I won’t let anyone take Gen-chan.

I roughly opened my closet and pulled out the dildo I’d recently bought, one that matched the size of Gen-chan’s cock. Masturbation was the only way to relieve this stress. Nothing else would do.

Luckily, Gen-chan was staying late for cultural festival preparations. I’d use this time to masturbate like crazy. I stripped off my clothes and stormed into the bathroom. I slammed the dildo onto the edge of the tub with a thud!!, its suction cup sticking firmly.

“Nngh! ♡”

I scooped up my arousal from my vaginal opening and coated the dildo with it, making it glisten under the light. I stepped into the tub, sitting on the edge as I slowly inserted it into my vagina.

“Ohhh! ♡”

Fueled by jealousy toward that Tanaka girl, I slammed my hips against the tub’s edge with a thud thud. Sticky splashes of fluid flew.

“Ahh! ♡ Ahh! ♡ Ohhh! ♡ Ahh! ♡ Coming! ♡ Gen-chan! ♡ Gen-chan Gen-chan! ♡ Watch me come! ♡♡ Ohhh my pussy’s coming! ♡♡♡”

I squirted into the tub, and before I could catch my breath, I moved again. The thud thud sounds turned into wet, water-soaked noises.

“Ohhh ohhh ohhh! ♡♡ Coming again! ♡ Coming again! ♡ Uuuuuhhh coming! ♡”

Gen-chan only has me. It has to be me.

I wanted to captivate his gaze. I needed to make him so intensely aware of me that he wouldn’t even notice other girls. Even sneaking into his bed that night wasn’t enough.

I masturbated in front of him, showed him my pussy, opened it wide to reveal its depths. I let him tease me with the vibrator. I even slurped his cum right in front of him. And still, it wasn’t enough.

More, more, it has to be something even more direct.

But I couldn’t have sex. That was absolutely reserved for when we became lovers.

“Fuuu! ♡ Fuuu! ♡”

A devilish idea struck me. I put strength into my legs and stood up. 

“Nghoo! ♡” 

The dildo slipped out with a slick sound, trailing a thread of fluid. I gathered my arousal in my right hand and slipped a finger into my anus.

There’s this, isn’t there? This doesn’t count as sex, right? It’s fine, right?

One finger, then two, gradually increasing as I loosened myself.

“Ohh! ♡ Ohh! ♡ This! ♡ This’ll do! ♡ Four! ♡ Nnngh! ♡ Ohh! ♡ Twisting it around! ♡ Feels so good! ♡ Ahh! ♡ Ahh! ♡ My hand! ♡ My whole hand! ♡ It’s going in! ♡ Uuuu it’s in! ♡ My wrist! ♡ It’s all the way in! ♡♡ Ahhh! ♡ Pulling out! ♡ Pulling it out! ♡ Nnnnngh! ♡ Nnnohh! ♡ Coming! ♡”

With my anus gaping open after swallowing my wrist, I pressed the dildo against it and lowered my weight onto it. Surprisingly, it slid in smoothly—perhaps a testament to my love for Gen-chan.

“Ohhhhh! ♡ It’s going in! ♡♡ His cock! ♡ In a place it shouldn’t be! ♡♡♡”

Maybe because I’d played with the anal beads on the cat tail, it didn’t tear despite the size, though it felt unexpectedly tight.

“Bufuu! ♡ Bufuu! ♡ Guh! ♡ Fuuu! ♡”

I stayed still, letting my flesh adjust to the dildo. The pressure gradually transformed into pleasure. This way, I could feel good with Gen-chan’s cock inside me. He could feel good too. I could make Gen-chan feel good with my body… ♡

“Nnngh coming! ♡♡♡♡”

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