How To Ruin A Love Comedy

Chapter 51: Determination

Haah... Haah...

Miyuki breathes heavily, as if exhausted.

The rise and fall of her chest is incredibly enchanting.

Staring at the ceiling for a moment, she starts to move her hand towards her chest but hesitates upon realizing Im beside her.

She subtly adjusts her clothing, trying to not draw attention.

Tap. Tap.

She notices my hand tapping on her t-shirt, over her lower abdomen, and bites her lower lip.

Suddenly, she turns her head towards me.

Matsuda-kun...

She looks straight at me with a pitiful expression, seemingly still overwhelmed.

Shouldnt do this?

Its not that... I received a call earlier...

Should I get it?

No... um, no! Ill go get it later myself...

Alright.

Indifferently, I tried to pull my hand away from Miyukis abdomen.

But she places her hand over the back of mine, stopping me.

With her silent plea, I found myself smiling and resumed caressing her abdomen.

While doing so, I subtly stroked with the tip of my finger, and every time I did, a shallow breath escaped from Miyukis lips.

I felt a temptation to slip my hand further down, past that gentle curve.

Could it be slightly damp?

I brought my mouth close to Miyukis ear and asked,

Do you like it?

Yes... like it...

Should I continue?

Yes... keep going...

Its hard.

Its not... Dont lie...

It is.

.....

Perhaps she didnt like my playful yet sarcastic tone?

Suddenly, Miyuki pursed her lips and brought them to mine, our lips brushing against each other.

Soon, a tiny, ptch noise hit my earlobe. Miyuki made a noticeably shy face and said:

Do more...

Was she suggesting a trade? A peck for more touch?

Shes become quite bold.

Smiling in disbelief, I pulled Miyuki close by her arm and held her tightly. And then, she felt something unfamiliar against her lower abdomen.

Theres something hard... Ah...!

Startled, Miyuki quickly moved her hips back.

From the look in her eyes, she seemed extremely flustered.

.....

With slightly parted lips, she swiftly glanced down at my lower body, then made an effort to seem unfazed as she drew close to me again.

She wasnt entirely devoid of aversion, but it didnt seem to shock her too much.

Feeling a silent triumph at her reaction, I decided not to mention the situation. Now that she had clearly felt it, Miyuki would surely prepare herself mentally in her own time.

***

Go on in.

...Sorry for just sleeping...

What are you apologizing for? Go rest up.

Late at night. Near Miyukis house

Miyuki and Matsuda were sitting in Matsudas car

The day had passed in a blur, with no clear sense of how time had flowed.

Why? Because shed just been sprawled out, sleeping.

By the time she woke up, it was past 10 oclock, and given the late hour, shed said she needed to head home. Of course, that was just a superficial reason.

In reality, her recurring thoughts of physical intimacy with Matsuda and the vivid memory of his aroused state kept flashing in her mind. With what was bound to unfold, she needed some alone time to ponder.

Click.

Miyuki opened the passenger side door and stepped out. Matsuda, lowering the window, waved goodbye as he drove off.

Watching the receding taillights of his car, Miyuki turned the corner and headed towards her home, lost in various thoughts. Subsequently, she inserted the key into the lock and turned the door handle. Her father, watching TV in the living room, greeted her.

Miyuki? Werent you coming back tomorrow?

I just came back today... It felt impolite to stay for two days...

Oh? How did you get here?

MaI... um... took a taxi...

For a moment, she almost blurted out that she had come in Matsudas car.

Get a grip.

Miyuki, chiding herself, felt a sigh of relief when she saw her father, Wateru, simply nodding slowly.

You mustve paid extra due to the surge charge. Hmm, why do you look so drained?

Im just tired... Wheres mom and sis?

Theyre sleeping. Are you hungry?

I am, but... if I eat now, Ill gain weight...

You always say that, and then snack late at night.

... Ill head up.

Do try to come home earlier.

It was fortunate that only her father was in the living room.

If her mother had been there, it wouldnt have ended with just a reminder to return early; she wouldve given a long lecture.

Okay...

With a feeble voice, Miyuki ascended the stairs and opened the door to her room.

The distinct scent of plums wafted in.

It was sweet. Not as much as when she was with Matsuda, though.

Miyuki, without bothering to change, sat on her bed, hugging her knees.

Today, Matsuda had touched her chest.

Honestly, the sensation was so-so.

It felt like a mere casual touch on the chest? That was about all she felt.

Rather, it was better when he had touched her waist.

That had sent shivers throughout her body.

However, the mere act of Matsuda touching her chest felt risqu, giving the sense that they were involved in an intimate relationship.

Thus, she felt elated, even a tad excited.

But what was truly significant wasnt that; it was Matsudas member.

It brushed against her lower abdomen when he pulled her close; it felt like undeniable proof of his arousal.

Firm and thick... a sensation she had never felt before.

She was so shocked that she pulled away instantly, but strangely, she had calmed down in a flash.

Perhaps she had unconsciously known. That physiological response of blood rushing to that part of Matsuda would come in their state.

Sigh...

Miyuki, exhaling a warm breath, laid down, resting the back of her head on the pillow.

She was certain that their next date wouldnt just end with touches on the chest.

Without a doubt... an event far more significant than what had already transpired was on the horizon.

She had faintly anticipated this.

On the first night she stayed at Matsudas place, she had thought about this while in the open-air bath:

A day will come when theyll have even more intense physical intimacy than today, but what would she do when that happens...?

Back then, she couldnt pin down her feelings, and honestly, she still felt the same now.

Having never experienced such a thing, she was utterly clueless.

One thing was clear, though: she didnt feel much aversion to becoming intimate with Matsuda.

Thinking about her physical interactions with him, even though he sometimes acted playfully mischievous, he never made her uncomfortable.

Rather, he was always understanding and accommodating of her whims.

Thus, she believed that even when they took the next step, he would prioritize and respect her feelings.

She had such trust in the Matsuda she knew now.

However, having never been intimate before, she did harbor some vague fears.

They hadnt known each other for very long; was it okay to advance their relationship so quickly? That was another concern.

.....

Lost in her myriad of thoughts, she gazed at the star stickers on the ceiling, then picked up her cell phone.

Turning on the internet, she typed into the search bar, [womens first-time experiences], and pressed the search button.

[My boyfriend and I are probably going to be intimate soon. How was your first time?]

It was the first question that appeared.

Seeing that the situation mirrored her own, Miyuki felt almost entranced and clicked on the post.

Various answers poured out.

With a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, Miyuki scanned through the responses.

[It hurt], [I didnt feel much pain],

[It was hard]

There were answers expressing physical sensations.

[I was happy], [It was just annoying]

[It was good], [I felt anxious]

There were also answers expressing emotional sentiments. Surprisingly,

[It hurt so much we had to split it over two days],

[It felt like being seared with a red-hot iron],

[Afterwards, the inside of my thigh muscles ached so much I couldnt walk properly],

[It felt like a shooting star flashed by]

There were even such shocking answers.

Really...?

While some of them seemed like exaggerations, since she hadnt personally experienced it, they also seemed credible. Nonetheless, the majority of the comments indicated pain rather than pleasure. Would her experience be the same? She would dislike it if its too painful...

As these concerns weighed on Miyuki,

Ah!

A certain thought flashed across her mind, causing her expression to lighten.

It was the idea of Matsuda inserting before becoming fully erect and letting it grow inside. Maybe that wouldnt hurt.

Caught in that fanciful thought, an unexpected, weakened laughter slipped from Miyukis lips.

...What am I even thinking...

Although the moment was approaching, they hadnt taken that step yet. She felt foolish for pondering such things so seriously. The mere fact she was nonchalantly considering the method of insertion was ridiculous. Somehow, her mind seemed to be working faster than when she studied.

But, isnt it really a good idea? It seems like a viable option. If the situation arises, she should suggest it. Whether shell have the courage to speak up or not, though, is another matter.

Having stashed her own ideas in her mind, Miyuki closed the internet browser.

Everyone has their own unique experiences.

So naturally, the sensations of a first experience differ for each individual.

Instead of being anxious from unnecessary research, facing things head-on is always more reliable.

Having drawn her conclusion, Miyuki sent a message to Matsuda.

[Matsuda-kun. Have you arrived?]

The phone was silent - there was no response.

Didnt he reach home yet?

Its far by foot but close by car... Perhaps he had arrived and was showering now?

Was he, by any chance, in an... aroused state even when showering?

Imagining Matsudas nuked form, Miyukis face flushed.

When they become intimate... would they have to expose their naked bodies to each other?

The thought of being stripped bare for Matsuda to see?

Just the imagination made her feel unbearably embarrassed.

While she was lost in these myriad fantasies,

Buzz-!

Matsudas reply arrived.

[Just now.]

[Seems you arrived a bit late?]

[Had to pick up a bento from the convenience store.]

Bento? Come to think of it, he hadnt had a proper meal since waking up.

She should have prepared something for him.

[Did you get one with lots of vegetables?]

[No. Just got a Karaage Donburi.*]

Is he that fond of greasy food?

He never listens when told to eat healthily; shell have to nag him the next time they meet.

Imagining a sulking Matsuda under her scolding, the corners of Miyukis mouth lifted in a smirk.

[Can you call?]

Almost immediately after sending the message, a call from Matsuda came through. Not wanting to seem too eager, Miyuki let her phone vibrate three times before she pressed the answer button. Then, she spoke in a deliberately calm voice.

Yes.

-Why did you take so long to answer?

Just felt like it. Im hanging up now.

-Youve finally lost it, havent you?

Matsuda-kun said it would be better if we both went crazy together, remember?

A low chuckle could be heard from the other side of the phone.

That voice, always so pleasant to her ears, made Miyukis heart flutter.

-True, true. What are you doing anyway?

Lying down.

-Cant sleep?

Yeah.

She had so many things to ask before the call...

But after hearing Matsudas voice, everything slipped her mind. Now, she just wanted to share personal stories and connect emotionally.

Had she ever been this smitten with someone before?

No, never.

She liked Matsuda.

Matsuda liked her too.

Their strong feelings for one another were evident, even with just a glance.

So, if its with Matsuda-kun-

-With Ken, it might be okay.

Perhaps,

Maybe,

No, definitely.

*

{Karaage Donburi: Karaage refers to a popular Japanese dish of deep-fried chicken. Donburi is a type of Japanese rice bowl dish with various toppings. Karaage Donburi would then be a rice bowl topped with deep-fried chicken, a choice thats delicious but not necessarily the healthiest.

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