How To Ruin A Love Comedy - Chapter 77

Chapter 77

“So why was Louis Philippe crowned as king? It was…”

Miyuki flinched while listening to an enthusiastic professor’s lecture on world history.

Her right elbow rested on the desk, supporting her chin in thought, startled because Matsuda’s left hand had suddenly slipped into the inside of her thigh.

“…..”

He was so well-behaved yesterday, why is he doing this again today?

Such a troublesome boyfriend.

Miyuki frowned and poked Matsuda’s waist as a sign for him to stop.

However, he didn’t move at all.

Instead, it seemed like he was retaliating for just having his waist touched, pulling up Miyuki’s uniform shirt tucked into her skirt.

“…. Ahem…”

Miyuki tried to signal her refusal with a very small cough, but it was futile.

Matsuda continued to pretend to focus on the class while caressing and kneading Miyuki’s thigh.

‘Why is he doing this…!’

Feeling herself growing slightly warm, Miyuki bit down hard on a part of her lower lip, drawing it into her mouth.

Pretending to take notes, she scribbled something on her notebook and stealthily pushed it toward Matsuda’s desk.

[Stop it.]

Catching a glimpse of the note, Matsuda quietly snorted and started moving his hand more vigorously.

His hand slithered up like a snake, not just to the inside of her thigh but also to the back and even the pelvis.

Grazing over the protruding hip bone as if licking it, he made Miyuki’s lower body tense up.

“…. Mm…”

A quiet moan, mixing discomfort and pleasure, escaped Miyuki’s lips at the sudden tingling sensation.

As she let out a long sigh, she panicked when Masako, sitting in front of her, almost turned her head.

‘Could it be…’

‘Did she hear my voice?’

‘What should I do if she did?’

Despite her worries, Masako did not look back.

Relieved, Miyuki saw her pulling out a new notebook from the desk drawer and diligently taking notes, giving Miyuki a moment to catch her breath.

Then, stealthily,

Matsuda’s hand moved toward her waist.

With unmatched skill, he unfastened the skirt buckle and slid his hand inside.

Feeling his bold move, Miyuki’s eyes widened more than twice their size.

Shocked to her core, she hurriedly tried to pinch Matsuda’s waist.

But when Matsuda’s hand moved past her panties and touched her mound, all her movements halted, and she looked around anxiously.

‘What is he doing…!’

This is a school…! In the middle of a classroom…!

And during class…!

Miyuki barely managed to suppress the desire to scream, her eyes trembling as if an earthquake had struck when Matsuda’s middle finger pressed firmly against her mound.

A delightful shiver rose from below, spreading through her entire body.

Her grip on the pen tightened, and her thighs couldn’t unfold, bunched up in an attempt to endure the escalating pleasure.

Hot breaths escaped her nose, cooling the rising heat of her body.

The anxious thought that someone might see,

the guilt of engaging in such sticky acts with her boyfriend in a classroom where they should be attending a lesson, all transformed into pleasure, stirring waves in Miyuki’s emotions and quickly driving her into a state of excitement.

Turning her head slightly, she caught the indifferent expression of Matsuda.

Behind him, Tetsuya’s drowsy eyes and slightly open mouth appeared as if he was almost asleep.

Other students were either distracted, whispering secretly among themselves.

No one seemed to pay any attention to her, belittled by Matsuda.

“…..”

Feeling her body heat up, Miyuki decided this couldn’t continue.

Her hand moved slowly, trying not to alert the other students with her short, quick breaths.

[Matsuda-kun. Please…]

She wrote in a shaky handwriting.

Matsuda’s lips slightly curled up upon reading it.

Ignoring Miyuki’s plea, his fingers started to move more assertively inside her, causing her panties to dampen with his ruthless yet warm touches.

‘Ah, this can’t be happening…’

She quickly propped her elbows on the desk, resting her chin on her hands.

“Haa…”

Exhaling a hot breath and concentrating to calm her excitement, Miyuki felt an unbearable itch in her lower abdomen and clenched her eyes shut.

‘This feeling…’

Strangely, it feels too good.

The thought that she should stop this is quickly swallowed by the thought that she should let it continue.

How long is he planning to do this?

Given Matsuda’s mischievous nature, it seems like he’ll continue until class ends…

Can she endure until then?

“Ha…”

No, she shouldn’t doubt herself.

She must endure.

And then, she’ll seek revenge on Matsuda, who is tormenting her.

**

As the sixth period came to an end, I stopped caressing Miyuki.

Having been on edge for nearly 40 minutes under my touch, she looked at me with dazed eyes as my hand withdrew from her skirt.

“That’s all for today. Good work, everyone.”

Hearing the professor’s words, Miyuki made a disappointed face before quickly fixing her appearance, probably anticipating that the professor would ask for a formal goodbye and wanting to be prepared.

Fortunately for her, the professor simply acknowledged the students’ goodbyes with a nod and left the classroom right away. It was a relief for Miyuki, though I found it regrettable.

“…. You’re really mean…”

Hearing Miyuki’s subdued voice, I lifted my left hand from the desk.

Then, in front of her watching eyes, I sucked on the middle finger that had been touching her, as if enjoying a candy.

“Huh…!”

Miyuki bent forward, pushing her pelvis back. My overt gesture must have made her feel a certain way.

“Why did time drag so much today…? I thought I was going to die of boredom.”

Tetsuya stretched and approached, commenting on the slow passage of time. For Miyuki, the time must have felt much slower than for him.

“Tetsuya-kun…”

Miyuki called out to him, her cheeks flushed with effort. Tetsuya, noticing her condition, widened his eyes.

“Why do you look like that? Are you sick? You’re sweating…”

Glancing at me, Miyuki replied.

“I… I’m feeling sick… Can you go back alone today…? Matsuda-kun and I need to go to the hospital…”

“Really…? I didn’t notice anything wrong this morning… Are you feeling very sick?”

“It suddenly got really cold and I can’t seem to get any strength…”

“Do you want to stop by the infirmary first?”

“No… it seems serious… I’ll go straight to the hospital in Matsuda-kun’s car…”

“Oh? Oh…! Okay… go quickly.”

“Okay…”

After finishing her words, Miyuki tried to get up but staggered.

Tetsuya reached out to support her, but I was quicker, leaving him in an awkward position without being able to either fully reach out or retract his hand.

“Be careful.”

Soothing Miyuki with a gentle voice and helping her to stand properly, she glared at me resentfully before brushing her hair behind one ear.

“…. Yeah…”

“Can you walk? Do you want me to carry you?”

“What carry… I can walk…”

“Alright.”

Nodding, I took Miyuki’s bag hanging on the coat hook and placed it on the desk.

Then, I pulled out a bunch of books from Miyuki’s drawer and stuffed them into her bag, while saying to Tetsuya,

“Hey, Miura. Tell the kendo club I can’t make it today. Tell Nanase-senpai to do only half of today’s work; I’ll finish the rest by lunchtime tomorrow.”

“Should I also tell the student council?”

“Miyuki will take care of it with a text.”

“Matsuda, Miyuki is sick…”

Tetsuya began to protest heatedly.

“No… it’s not so bad that I can’t even do that… I’ll send the text…”

However, discouraged by Miyuki’s interjection, he just scratched his temple in frustration.

“Alright… got it.”

“Then… we’re going…?”

“Yeah. Call me after you’ve been to the hospital.”

“Got it…”

A call? Let’s see where we can make it.

I slung both Miyuki’s and my bags over one shoulder and left the classroom with her, matching our strides.

“Ha… Ha…”

Miyuki, hunched over and gasping for breath without uttering a word, until we reached the parking lot.

As soon as I unlocked the car door with the smart key and she climbed into the passenger seat, she weakly pinched my arm.

“I told you not to do it, why do you keep…”

“Because I like it.”

“Don’t dress it up with words…!”

“Let’s just go to the hospital. You’re really sick, we should hurry.”

Bringing up the lie Miyuki had told, she bit her lip hard and glared at me.

“Or should we go home?”

With a teasing tone, Miyuki, who had been absentmindedly scratching the back of her hand, suddenly shifted her hips and climbed over to the driver’s seat.

Climbing onto my lap and placing her hands on my shoulders, she seemed quite miffed by my teasing.

And she seemed to be having trouble calming her excitement.

With her eyes half-closed as if about to kiss me at any moment, Miyuki brought her face close to mine and slowly rocked her pelvis back and forth.

Her head filled with pleasure, drowning out her rational thoughts.

Rubbing herself against the bulge in my pants, she soon started to fervently kiss my neck.

A tingling sensation spread across various parts of my neck.

It felt like ants were crawling all over my body.

I slightly furrowed my brows and gently stroked the area around Miyuki’s buttocks, who seemed not to know what she was doing.

“It hurts. Stop.”

Miyuki then glared at me with wide-open eyes.

“I told you to stop, too…”

“I know.”

“But you didn’t listen to my requests… even during class… when you knew it would put me in a difficult position…”

“That’s true.”

“So why can’t I do it now? Especially since… here…”

“Here?”

“It’s just the two of us… we can, right…?”

Miyuki’s tone, brimming with bashfulness as she challenged me, was laden with allure.

A faint scent of plums wafted from her body, which usually smelled refreshingly sweet but now morphed into something intoxicatingly exotic, like incense filling a secluded room.

Feeling momentarily dizzy, I responded.

“Now that we get rid of the obstacle… we can proceed.”

“Obstacle? Is Tetsuya some object? Correct yourself and say it again…”

Was the issue not the obstacle but the way I said ‘get rid of’? She also implicitly thought Tetsuya was hindering us, right?

Annoyed by him, just like yesterday in the parking lot? I’m genuinely pleased.

“I said it out of annoyance.”

“That’s an excuse. Speak clearly…”

Her stern rebuke made her seem like a teacher about to physically discipline a delinquent student.

I’m so frustrated, should we just do it here for a bit?

“I don’t like it. It’s true that Miura is an obstacle.”

“Why are you so immature? It’s not like you’re in puberty…”

“That’s just how I am.”

“Matsuda-kun… you’re really awful today…”

Miyuki then slightly backed away and placed a hand on my chest.

Her slender fingers trailed down from my sternum, across my abdomen, and further down.

Soon, they slipped past my trousers, teasing the band of my underwear before dipping inside.

Miyuki startled momentarily when her fingers accidentally brushed the tip. However, that shock was fleeting.

With a look of fear mixed with curiosity, she whispered,

“…. You need to be punished…”

Gently wrapping the head with the first knuckles of her five fingers, she began to stroke up and down.

A ticklish sensation surged from my lower body, filling my mind as my legs straightened, the tips of my toes reaching the upper part of the legroom.

Thump.

The dull sound snapped me back to reality, and I reclined the seat back to create more space. Then, I firmly grasped Miyuki’s waist.

Could it be that Miyuki was thoroughly enjoying my disheveled state? A smirk played on her lips.

Was this… that technique Miyuki had studied about driving your man wild? I seriously want to take a closer look at that column because it’s driving me insane.

“Miyuki… wait… ugh!”

Trying to halt Miyuki, I was involuntarily bent forward by an overwhelming wave of pleasure surging from my lower half.

And just as quickly, Miyuki’s hand withdrew from my trousers. The euphoria vanished in an instant. With a twitch of my brow, I lifted my head.

At first, I thought Miyuki was deliberately teasing me. But seeing her expression, I realized that wasn’t the case.

“…..”

Miyuki seemed at a loss, not because she was embarrassed about being forward, but because she was unsure of what to do next.

Had she tried to follow the column, only for my reaction to be more intense than expected? Laughing at the innocence of her response as my excitement waned, I lightly tapped her buttocks.

“Move over. We’re heading home.”

“…..”

Miyuki hesitated, merely exhaling through her nose. It seemed she didn’t want to break the dominant atmosphere. Reading her like an open book, I shook my head.

“Shall we start moving like this then?”

“Oh, no…! That would be dangerous…! You fool…!”

She groaned as she moved over to the passenger seat. She appeared regretful, probably thinking she should’ve continued the steamy atmosphere without hesitation.

I felt the same regret. I had been enjoying Miyuki’s seductive actions and attempted to turn the tables with some foreplay… I wanted to enjoy the unique pleasure that can only be felt in special locations, but it fizzled out, which was disappointing.

With Miyuki’s face still flushed, I reached over to gently massage the back of her neck, soothing her before starting the car.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind: my next car should definitely have autonomous driving capabilities.

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