Confinement 366

Chapter 366 Always Encountering the Unknown

Edited by: Kanaa-senpai

 [Nitani Asuka’s POV]


 Ichida clicked her tongue as soon as she stepped into the gymnasium.

 The first-year students are preparing for practice.

 Among them, everyone is wearing practice shirts, but there is one girl wearing a match uniform.

 Her ace number is 7, which Kaitou wore until last month.

 Some schools use number 4 or 5 as their ace number, but ours is traditionally number 7.

 ”Damn it, that stupid woman! Stop guessing at me!”

 Ichida twisted one cheek and bared her canine teeth.

 She had a bad wolf cut and an intimidating bush stare. No matter how I looked at her, she looked like a country yankee.

 A first-year student who happened to be nearby looked away as if frightened.

 I hadn’t paid much attention to it, but today, when she talked with a member of the public morals committee, she seemed to be in a different mood.

 If only she had looked better, it would have been a simple “What the hell?” But why does she look so gloomy?

 ”Tsk! A good passer is simply a bad passer. Yes, pass. It’s like a kid begging Mama for a score”

 ”What do you mean, begging Mama for a score…”

 ”Shut up! It’s a metaphor! Metaphor! Like Jackie said, “Don’t think, feel”, idiot”

 Ichida is an honest person, but her constant insults are annoying.

 So I decided to swallow my comment, “It’s from Bruce Lee, not Jackie Chan”.

 ”Calm down, Sanae. Asuka’s in trouble, too”

 On my behalf, the one who appeased Ichida was none other than Mimura Doremi.

 She has soft, candy-like eyes and a soft atmosphere. Her chestnut-colored hair, which was a bit too short for her taste, also created a soft atmosphere.

 On top of that, she usually wears fluffy pink ha*su Lolita (ピンクハ*ス系ロリータ), so it can be said that she is the ultimate of candy girls.

 When I invited her to karaoke on a holiday and she hugged a teddy bear, I felt as if I had seen a rare animal.

 Nevertheless, among all the members of our club, I think she is the most black-hearted one.

 Indeed, she plays the hardest. She plays rough with a smile on her face, and plays the victim very skillfully.

 Her tongue is all based on hearsay, and she makes sure that no counterattack will come back to her, so she is probably very smart.

 (Bullying, huh… It’s no wonder she’s seen as such)

 In fact, at that time, Ichida says “Die, die, die” as if she wants Busako to hear it, but Doremi is even worse.

 She watches the timing of a pass from Busako, and skillfully avoids it to make it look like a misspass.

 (I guess I was suspected because I hang out with these girls…)

 I don’t want to get involved, so I just ignore them.

 Why should I talk to someone I don’t like?

 But Busako herself is quite bold.

 There is no way that a person who cries about being bullied over something like this would wear the uniform so stubbornly and incite others.

 Also, apparently, she was warned by the coach, but she made a face of annoyance and apologized, ignoring the uniform.

 And now, she appeared at the next practice in the same uniform as before.

 If it’s a question of who wrote the letter, it’s probably Sankon, a first-year student.

 Because among the first-year students, she is the only one who can help Busako.

 (Ah… this is really annoying. Bullying, and being bullied… Maybe I should talk to President Kijima about quitting the club. If necessary, I can quit the school and go to Tokyo…)

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 After waiting for the basketball club to finish their practice, I took Saori-chan and Hanabusa-san home.

 Hanabusa-san looked apologetic, but Saori-chan was at the track and field club observing, and I was in the library flirting with Masaki-chan, so there was nothing to be sorry about.

 Now I’ve just finished dinner and come back to my room.

 (Well, I wonder when she’ll be back…)

 As I read the manga, I smiled as I recalled the figure of Lili that had been floating around in my mind.

 It’s been a long time since she returned to the demon world. It’s not that I miss her, but I’ve been feeling somewhat lacking.

 (Well, she’ll come back sooner or later, right?)

 After thinking that, I summoned “the door” and stepped into “the Confinement King’s Bedroom”.

 When I arrived, I found that there was already a guest there.

 Kei-chan is lying on the bed in a disheveled long T-shirt with a slack neckline.

 I don’t know where they sell this kind of T-shirt, but the print on the chest is an illustration of a penguin with only the right half printed in hiragana, which is really surreal.

 What is even more surreal is that she is holding a black stick in her mouth vertically.

 (What is that? Binchotan? No… it’s a Fugashi)

 It’s a nostalgic old-fashioned candy made from wheat gluten coated with brown sugar.

 I mean, it’s a very strange choice for a girl these days.

 ”Um… Kei-chan?”

 As soon as I called out to her, the black stick started to shorten with a crunching sound.

 Eventually, when she had eaten all the sweets, she slowly raised herself up.


 ”No, not “oh”…”

 She smeared her mouth with brown sugar, but her pace was as slow as ever.

 The beginning of a conversation with Kei-chan is always reminiscent of an encounter with the unknown.

 ”Kan-chan… you’re late”

 ”I’m sorry. By the way… why fugashi?”

 Kei-chan stares at me with sleepy eyes for a while, and then suddenly opens her mouth.

 ”…I asked for some sweets, and Kyoko gave those to me”

 ”Kyoko? That’s a bit harsh…”

 ”She said it looks just like Kan-chan’s…”

 ”What’s she thinking…? Well, it’s true that the thickness is similar…”

 ”It’s a little empty inside…”

 ”All right, let’s give her a spanking! Hold on! Kyoko!”

 If I change my training strategy and go a little gentler on her, she’ll get this. In a roundabout way, I almost misunderstood that she’s doing it because she wants attention.

 Kei-chan’s face was still sleepy as usual, and she held out her hand to me.

 ”Hey, come here, Kan-chan”

 ”Oh, yeah”

 Well, I can always punish Kyoko. But I can’t resist this cute little girl.

 When I climbed onto the bed, she put her hands around my neck and hugged me tightly.

 ”I love you, Kan-chan. I like you more than Fugashi”

 Thinking that’s not a good comparison, I put my lips on hers.

 Her lips tasted like brown sugar.

 ”Nn… Nchuu… Nnn…”

 Through the slight opening of her lips, I send my tongue laden with saliva into her mouth.

 Immediately, Kei-chan’s jaw relaxed, and her closed front teeth opened.

 I felt a numbing sensation in the core of my head as our tongues lapped against each other.

 I tasted the inside of her mouth to the fullest, and then I guided her small tongue into my own mouth.

 ”Nn… nnn… nnn…”

 I sucked up her tongue until it was fully extended, and Kei-chan let out a slightly pained snort and writhed.

 When I parted my lips, she let out a deep breath.

 Looking into her face, I see that her sleepy eyes have changed to ones that seem to be melting.

 Then, I pulled up her long T-shirt.

 ”Eh… this is…?”

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