Miyagi is always hesitant but never reserved.
Eventually, she unbuttons all the buttons of my blouse and stares at me.
The way she looks at me, I donât feel any consideration for me. Even though I am wearing a camisole, itâs unsettling to think that she was looking at my body one way or the other.
ãI thought I told you to mark it, not look at it.ã
I called out to Miyagi, who is looking at my chest.
ãIâm putting it on now, so shut up.ã
ãOkay, okay.ã
At the sound of my voice, Miyagiâs fingers trace the shoulder straps of my camisole.
There is no mood for kissmarks.
She just looks at me and crawls her fingers along my body.
This isnât a bad time to have Miyagiâs gaze and feelings all to myself. I feel embarrassed to be staring into her unreserved eyes, but I hope this time lasts because I know that Miyagi is looking only at me and thinking only of me.
ãSendai-san.ã
A reserved voice called out,ãWhat is it?ãI replied, and Miyagi gently patted my chest from the top of my camisole.
ãSendai-san is going to put it where I put my marks, right?ã
ãYes. Have you decided?ã
ãIt will be decided soon.ã
With a small voice, my shoulder straps are almost shifted, and my body stiffens for a moment, wondering if she intends to take them off. But Miyagiâs hand stopped, as if lost, and pressed a little above my breasts, which were hidden by the camisole.
ãMark it here.ã
Miyagi declares and attaches her lips to the pressed place.
My skin is sucked hard to take the heat from the body.
Nerves gather at the place where her lips are pressed and I am clearly aware that Miyagi has marked me. The bodies of others donât mix like water and oil, yet the parts of our bodies that are touching each other want to melt and become one with Miyagi.
I stroke Miyagiâs hair and hug her head.
Her lips attach strongly to my body, but she quickly pushes me away.
ãI marked it.ã
Miyagi blurts out and runs away from my arms.
A little above my bra, I look down and see a small mark.
Miyagiâs finger strokes the fresh mark and moves away.
ãThe mark, is one enough?ã
ãItâs enough.ã
ãThe mark Miyagi put on it the other day has disappeared, and you can reapply it.ã
A red mark on the inside of my thigh.
It was made by Miyagi, who didnât obey the order to lick my feet, and itâs gone now. A kissmark is not eternal. They disappear over time, assimilate into me, and I want them again.
So if Miyagi wants me to wear it, I can wear it again.
ãâ¦If I put it back on, Sendai-san will put it in the same place.ã
Miyagi says in a low voice.
ãOf course.ã
ãThen, Iâm not letting you.ã
ãOkay, Miyagi. Take off your sweatshirt.ã
When I said this, Miyagi maturely takes off her sweatshirt and leaves only a cut-and-sew.
ãTake that off, too.ã
I pull on the cut-and-sew she is wearing.
ãEh, why?ã
ãI donât think I can mark it with your clothes on.ã
Miyagi put a kissmark on my chest slightly above my chest.
It was in a place where she could only put it on if she unbuttoned my blouse, and not while wearing a cut-and-sew. If I wanted to mark the same spot, I would have to ask her to take off her cut-and-sew.
ãYou can put it on without taking it off.ã
ãItâs impossible. Take it off.ã
ãI donât want to.ã
ãIf you donât want to undress yourself, Iâll undress you.ã
I have done enough in the past to take off my top, and even I have had my blouse unbuttoned, so Miyagi should at least take off her cut and sewn.
ãI donât want that too.ã
ãIâm telling you, you have to take it off to put it on.ã
ãOnly Sendai-san thinks that way.ã
ãMiyagi.ã
When I let go of the hem of her cut-and-sew shirt I was pulling on, calling her name strongly, I could hear her complaining.
ãThen, take off your clothes, Sendai-san.ã
ãI donât mind, but you, Miyagi?ã
ãIâll take it off myself.ã
ãThatâs fine, just take it off first.ã
Her words are what I expected, and I have no hesitation in complying. But I have a feeling that if I take off my clothes first, Miyagi will not do so as per the terms of the exchange.
I look at Miyagi.
She doesnât want to take off her clothes, as if my expectations were right.
ãIf you donât take your clothes off, Iâll put a kissmark where I can see it, okay?ã
Miyagi raised an eyebrow at me quietly, and then, as if she had no choice, took off her cut-and-sew shirt and left me in her underwear.
ãSendai-san, is this okay?ã
ãYes. Iâll take this then.ã
Before I hear a response, I hide Miyagiâs clothes behind my body. Then I keep my promise and take off my blouse before she complains.
ãTake that off, too.ã
Miyagi pulls on my camisole.
Well, yes.
Thereâs no way Iâm allowed to just take off her blouse. I maturely take off my camisole as well, leaving only my bra.
But Miyagi is still not convinced.
ãGive me back my clothes.ã
ãAfter I made the mark.ã
Look at Miyagi with a grumpy look on her face.
I see the white underwear covering her modest breasts.
My heart is loud.
My heart is beating so loud that itâs hard to breathe. I must have seen these Miyagi in the past, but I am terribly nervous.
I canât help but be aware that only Miyagi can be like this and that she is special to me.
ãDonât just look at it, put it on.ã
When I reply to the low voice,ãEven Miyagi saw me,ãI get a glare.
I touch the strap of her bra.
Itâs simple design is more Miyagi-like than glamorous. But it could be something a little prettier.
ãIf you donât mark it, Iâll wear the clothes and give it back.ã
She doesnât sound angry, but I can hear that sheâs in a very bad mood.
If I could, I would watch Miyagi all the time, but if I watch too much, Iâm afraid Iâll be kicked out of this room before I can make my mark.
I run my finger over Miyagiâs chest, in the same spot where I was marked.
This is the place Miyagi wanted to mark, and itâs a place Iâd be happy to mark.
I put my lips to the same place where I was marked. I press down hard to melt her body and suck hard and hard on her skin. I leave my lips with a mark to make this place special so that I can remain in Miyagiâs body for as long as possible.
ãMiyagi. Can I put one more on?ã
I ask, stroking the red mark I just put on.
ãIâm only wearing one.ã
ãYou can put it where I put it also, Miyagi.ã
ãSendai-san, I donât want to because you have no sense of shame. Youâre thinking of putting it in a weird place.ã
ãI think Iâve told you before, Iâm embarrassed too.ã
I argue with Miyagi, who is rude, but she gives me a look of disbelief.
ãDoesnât look like there is.ã
ãItâs there.ã
ãThen, where do you want to put it on?ã
I drop my gaze to Miyagiâs leg.
If I were allowed, I would like to put my lips on the inside of her thigh. I want to leave a red mark, kiss the tip of her foot, and let my tongue crawl over it.
ãThe last time, where Miyagi put it on.ã
ãWhat if they change it back?ã
ãIâm hoping to put it back on.ã
ãSendai-san, you erotic demon god.ã
Called by an unwilling name, I let out a small gasp.
ãSo where was Miyagi going to put it if I didnât put it back on?ã
ãâ¦Here, take it off.ã
Miyagi says as she pulls on the straps of my bra.
ãYou mean you want to put it on where I have to take it off?ã
ãYou wonât let me?ã
ãIâm not the only one whoâs erotic.ã
ãNot as much as Sendai-san, Give me my clothes back already.ã
When she said this, Miyagi put out her hand as if urging me to do so.
ãI can take it off if you let me put marks where I want to put them.ã
Instead of returning the clothes, I make an offer that shouldnât be so bad. But Miyagi didnât like it, and I hear a cold voice.
ãGive me back my clothes.ã
ãIâm not going to.ã
ãSendai-san, give it back.ã
Miyagi approaches me and hugs me as she reaches out to take the clothes hidden behind my body. Though wearing a bra, the body temperatures mingle with each other, skin to skin, with nothing to cover them.
It is warm, hot, and pleasant.
The smooth skin suckles against me, bringing not only the comfort of body heat, but also impure feelings.
ãSendai-san, youâre hot. Let go.ã
Iâm tickled to hear her voice in my ear.
I put strength into the hand I put around Miyagiâs body, and she pinches my side.
ãLet me mark my favorite spot and Iâll leave you alone.ã
ãâ¦Sendai-san.ã
ãWhat?ã
Get away from her as soon as possible.
Anticipating her next words, she lets out a small breath.
ãI told you to keep it under control, but is that okay with you if I keep it under control?ã
Miyagi asks something I never thought she would ask.
ãYes.ã
ãWhy?ã
ãI want you to pick out a pair of earrings for me.ã
ãââIs that really what this is all about?ã
Miyagi says as she probes and pushes my body.
The skin that had been clinging to me separates, the heat that had been communicating with me is gone, and I suddenly become unreliable.
ãItâs for that kind of thing. So choose quickly.ã
I grab Miyagiâs hand, feeling as if the room, which should have been too warm, has turned cold. As I gently kissed her fingertips, I heard a small voice.
ãâ¦I donât know what kind of earrings would suit Sendai-san.ã
ãAnythingâs fine to me.ã
ãIâm not fine with that. I couldnât see the necklace, but I could see the earrings.ã
I had to hide a pendant I got in high school.
The markings on my body also had to be hidden.
But I donât have to hide my piercings.
I want to wear the ones Miyagi gave me where I can see them.
ãItâs okay that you can see them.ã
ãâ¦Itâs because youâre beautiful, Sendai-san.ã
ãEh?ã
The words said in a disappearing voice are not what I expected, and a pause comes out of my voice.
ãI canât pick something weird.ã
Unintelligibly, Miyagi says, and drops her gaze.
ãWhat does thatââã
ãI donât care what it is, just give me my clothes back.ã
What does that mean?
And before I can ask, the clothes I had hidden away are taken from me. As I continue to watch Miyagi changing in a daze, her hand strokes my mark again. She then pressed her lips slightly below it, sucking hard on the skin to make a new mark.
ãMiyagi, Iâll mark the spot where it was now.ã
ãI donât want to.ã
Any more is not good.
I would love to take off my bra and be marked there without an exchange.
I would want to do the same thing to Miyagi.
I have been fooling myself with the act of marking, but I donât think I can do it forever.
ãMiyagi, keep your promise.ã
Miyagi looks up at my voice.
ãChoose my earrings properly.ã
ãThatâs one thing, but another promise.ã
ãOne thing?ã
ãYes, thatâs right. You remember the promise we made the day you told me to tell you how good Miyagi felt, like a pervert.ã
ãâ¦Iâm not a pervert.ã
ãPromise that next time I can do you, Miyagi. If you remember that, I can pretend youâre not a pervert.ã
The day I was blindfolded and touched by Miyagi.
Miyagi said it was okay to be done to me.
ãThat wasnât a promise that the next time I could do it, it would be from you, Sendai-san.ã
ãThatâs a promise.ã
ãSendai-san, youâll be my roommate, right?ã
I donât want to make promises I canât keep.
Thatâs what Miyagi says in that tone of voice.
ãWe could do it as roommates.ã
I say clearly and look at Miyagi.
If she wants the relationship to remain ambiguous, thatâs fine.
Miyagi wants to be the way she wants to be.
However, I would like to formulate a vague promise that it is okay for me to do so.
ãOne of these days, youâre gonna have to keep your word.ã
ãâ¦And when is that?ã
ãIn the near future.ã
Saying this, I kissed Miyagiâs earrings