CH 33

Chapter 33

TL: Scaramochi

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She isn't having a bad night, she just has a hard time opening her eyelids. She says she is just sleepy. Since she says so in her sleep, it's probably true. Probably. 

In the end, I ended up paying the bill. It was no big deal, but why did I have to pay for Miya-san's portion too? 

I'm not complaining because she came to help me out....... 

As I left the restaurant and hit the cool air, I felt a nice sobering sensation. Even though I was wearing a coat, the winter wind penetrated to the core of my body. It was very comfortable. 

"By the way, Araki, did you have work today too?" 

"Yes, well. I'm working on my day off." 

Miya-san must have wondered, because although she was in plain clothes, she was carrying her work bag. 

Yamamoto is firmly entwined in her right arm. She is so drunk that if you knocked her on her side, she would fall asleep as it is. 

There was still time to catch the last train. I thought about taking her to the station, but I knew that if I let her go home by train, she would sleep through the night. 

"I'll take her home." 

"You know where she lives?" 

"No. She's at my place." 

She will safe at Miya-san's house, but I felt sorry for her. If I hadn't made her drink, none of this would have happened. No, she started drinking on her own. 

"I'll get a cab." 

"What about you?" 

"I'm going home. Unfortunately, I don't like to drink alone." 

The train station is close by, so it's convenient to pick up a cab. I didn't want to walk to the taxi stand, so I pulled up to the street in front of the restaurant and waited for an "empty" car. 

Ah, I need a cigarette. I wanted to send them off and run to the smoking area at the station. Only at such a time, there is no sign of a cab coming. I gue:ss I should walk to the station. 

"Then, why don't you come to my place?" 

"Eh, Miya-san?" 

"Yes. I mean, my office and home." 

The sudden invitation made me involuntarily shift my gaze from the road to Miya-san. Yamamoto's distracted face was right beside me, and it was a little funny. 

"While I'm putting this girl to bed, come join me for dinner. You don't drink enough anyway." 

I'd say I don't drink enough, but it doesn't have to be at her office. I could just buy some sake and drink it at home. 

But it was also a chance to get to know Miya. It was a woman's house, but I was surprisingly not nervous. I guess it's because I don't look at her that way. 

"You're thinking of something rude." 

"Yes, it's not that impolite." 

You guys are so easy to understand. 

It was kind of bad for her to be lumped in with Yamamoto. I don't pride myself on being facetious, but I was certainly a little too rude, yes. 

"But is it okay? Even if I'm bothering you?" 

"I told you. I told you I don't hate you." 

"Well, that's true, but..." 

For my part, I have no reason to accept, but I also have no reason to refuse. I might be able to see Yamamoto sleeping in bed. 

I gulped and my throat moved. It's not like I have to do anything. As long as she is watching me, I can't do anything. 

Oh, no, no, no. I'm not going to do anything in the first place. Yeah, I was able to hold it together earlier. It's okay. It's okay. 

"......Got a cab?" 

"What? 

While I was alone with my thoughts, Miya-san was watching closely as the door opened with her entangled girl friend. 

"What are you going to do? If you're coming, hurry up." 

"I understand. I'll be there. I'm coming. - Okay, okay. Come on, Miina, come here." 

Well, carrying an adult is tiring. I can't leave it to Miya-san alone, can I? If something happens, we might need a man to help us. It would be best if nothing happened. 

Miya-san gently shook her off and got in first. From inside the car, she urged Yamamoto to get in. She looked like a mother watching over her child. 

"Nn......" 

But the big girl, unmoving. 

Just standing there, not knowing if she was awake or asleep. I heard Miya-san's voice regretting that she should have pushed her in first. 

"Look, Yamamoto. I'm going home." 

"Ehehe......." 

"......Don't laugh in people's faces." 

I called out to her and she half turned around and just laughed. In these situations, the person in question usually doesn't know what's funny. 

I guess the object there just stimulated her own buttons. She looked at me and laughed, so it must have been her instinct that made her do it. 

I wondered what it was. Thinking about it deeply made me sad. Let's not do this. No one would benefit from it. 

"Okay, I'm going to touch your back. I'm going to push you in, okay?" 

It was a line that came out of my mouth as quickly as it came out, but it's so f*cking weird. I don't remember I was this used to women....... 

But thinking about it, I've only shaken hands with Yamamoto once, nothing more. So the act of touching the body of the girl I admire is an incredibly noble thing for me. 

I gently pushed her back and managed to get her into the cab. I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in the back seat. I took another sigh of relief when I saw the automatic door close. The heating was working, and it was comfortable. 

"You were so creepy earlier." 

I know. Please, don't say anything. 

"That's how it is with dolts." 

"Apologize to all the dolotars in the world." 

Miya-san and I were now sandwiched between Yamamoto. In other words, Momoka Aimi is now sitting next to me. Her head was shaking in a doze. Her larynx is moving again, but Miya-san can't see it because of the darkness. 

......This must be a bad situation calmly, right? 

I'm sure if I did something to her right now, she probably wouldn't notice and there would be no one to blame. 

My heart is racing. And the instinct that appeals to me. My rationality, which I desperately try to dam up, is on the verge of collapse. 

It would be okay to touch her hand at least. I had endured so much earlier, so it would be nice to be rewarded a little. Because, you see, I have participated in a handshake session before. I have touched her hand many times. 

--I've done it many times with her... - that's the weirdest thing I've ever heard. 

The sexual desire that I had been pushing into my mind came out. I turn the handle, which is unusual for an immersion vehicle, and roll down the window a little. I want to cool my head by hitting the cold air, even if people say it's cold. 

I glanced to the right. It is too dark to see clearly, but she is asleep with her eyelids closed. The only thing I can see is the guard behind her - our eyes meet. 

"Hic......!" 

"Why are you surprised?" 

"No, no, nothing....... haha......" 

That thing definitely had eyes that hunted its prey. If I had tried to play with Yamamoto's body, I probably would have been pushed out of this cab. My heart was beating in a different way. 

By the way, Yamamoto smelled good. Is it the scent of shampoo? It is very calming and makes me feel sleepy. 

Her head against my shoulder. A woman named Miina Yamamoto is right there. I feel a surge of excitement. I can feel the blood running through my body heating up. 

But - it feels so comfortable. I can feel her, like I'm wrapped in fluffy cotton candy. Her breathing, which is in a steady rhythm, brings up a faint feeling of sleepiness that existed inside me. 

"Huh....... at all." 

How much further to the office, I wonder. 

If I could only wish, I wish this time would last forever. Then I wouldn't have to be away from her anymore. 

"Hey, Araki-san. I'm cold." 

I'm told. I had no choice but to turn the handle in the opposite direction and firmly close the window. Immediately, it seemed as if a breeze from the heater filled the car. 

Well, Yamamoto would catch a cold. I felt bad for Miya-san, but my mind was occupied with her. 

And so I fell into the same shallow sleep. There was no guarantee that I would have good dreams. But it was a better quality sleep than any other sleep in a luxury bed.