Fifth Period: Yamazaki Atsuto’s First Lesson ②
We chatted about school and Char’s home country, America, finishing our first round of drinks.
It was just past seven in the evening. Other customers, who had been sparse when we arrived, had increased, and the bar was gradually getting livelier.
“Alright, let’s play darts while we wait for the food!”
“Sounds good! I’ve been waiting!”
Char casually slipped out of her suit jacket, leaving her in just a dress shirt.
In the lighter clothing, Char’s chest size was emphasized even more, and I quickly averted my eyes.
“Hmm? Your face is kinda red, are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine...”
It’s hard to know where to look when I’m with Char...
I took a deep breath to hide my pounding heart and started operating the darts machine.
“Let’s start with ‘01,’ since the rules are easy to understand!”
“The one where you have to hit ‘0’ exactly!”
But considering the skill gap, I felt like I should give her a handicap.
I set Char’s lead to about 300 points, and—
“Muuu... I have a handicap!” Char pointed at the darts screen, demanding a fair match.
“I think this is about right, though.”
“Oh! You said it! I’m totally going to make you eat your words!” Char puffed out her cheeks and stood at the throw line.
She took a small breath, slowly drew back her arm, and threw the three darts!
—Scon!
—Coron!
—Posu!
“I give up!”
“You surrender already?!”
Char looked at the darts that had fallen to the floor before reaching the board, a little teary-eyed.
It made it awkward to play, but it was my turn next.
“...Alright.”
I missed the Bull with the first dart, but the second and third hit the Bull cleanly.
I racked up a high score, and it was Char’s turn again.
“Hmm. You’re really good, Atsuto-kun. How do you even make it reach the board...?” Char looked troubled, raising and lowering her arm.
It looked like I should start with the basics.
“Actually, there’s a trick to throwing darts.”
“A trick?”
“Yeah. And that is... to relax your grip!”
—Silence...
Huh? I was expecting an “Ooh!” reaction...
“No way! If I relax my grip, it won’t even reach the board!” Char shrugged, tossing her bronze hair back proudly.
She totally didn’t believe me! Fine, I’ll have her experience it herself.
“It’s the same feeling as throwing a paper airplane. Try throwing it slowly, diagonally upward, and with a relaxed grip!”
“Paper airplane?”
“Just trust me!”
“Ehh?”
Char gave me a skeptical side-eye, then took her stance.
“Paper airplane, relaxed grip... Hup!”
Char gave a small shout of determination and threw the first dart.
It was the same ‘girl-throw’ as always. But—
—Pkyun!
“Wow!” “Oh!”
Char’s dart perfectly pierced the center of the dartboard.
“Eh, really?! I did it! Atsuto-kun, look!”
—Gyumu!
“Sensei?!”
The next moment, Char gave me a passionate hug.
Char’s body heat, the soft, yielding sensation of her skin... and the feeling of her chest, which didn’t match her slender frame.
I-I know you’re happy, but my self-control is failing!
And because she was slightly sweaty, Char’s dress shirt was a little see-through...
It was light blue. I won’t say what, but it was sky blue with a floral embroidery.
“Sensei! Give, give!” I patted her shoulder, and Char gasped, breaking the hug.
“S-Sorry, Atsuto-kun... I got a little too excited...!”
“N-No, it’s fine!” I cleared my throat, trying to look as calm as possible.
(Even so—)
To hit the Bull with that ‘girl-throw’... Doesn’t that mean she has a lot of natural talent for darts?
She might be a hidden gem.
“Sensei!”
“Eh, w-what is it...?”
“—You might be a prodigy, Sensei!”
I wasn’t joking or flattering her.
Even I couldn’t hit the board, let alone the Bull, when I first started.
“D-Do you mean for darts?!” Char leaned in, her smile innocent and childlike.
“Yes, exactly!”
“If I get good at darts, can I become the teacher I admire?!”
“Probably!”
She probably wouldn’t have a chance to play darts in front of students—I thought, but Char’s enthusiasm was so intense that I kept the thought to myself.
“Alright! Then let’s fix your form first!”
“Okay! L-Like this?” Char mimicked my stance.
It wasn’t bad, but for Char’s case—
“Your arm should be a little lower!”
“L-Like this...?”
“That’s too low.”
“Then this!”
Char raised and lowered her arm, but she couldn’t quite get to the position I was thinking of.
I realized it would be faster if I just guided her arm myself.
“Excuse me for a second!”
“Hyau?!”
When I grabbed her upper arm and adjusted the height, Char let out a sound I’d never heard before.
“S-Sorry!”
“I-I-It’s fine! Totally fine...!”
I probably surprised her by touching her suddenly.
But what was that? Char’s face was suddenly red, and her voice seemed to be trembling.
I continued my explanation, feeling a little suspicious.
“This arm height is the most ideal form. For example, if you raise your arm higher than this—”
“Aunh...!”
I thought I heard a sensual sound...
“Umm... are you okay?”
“S-Sorry, that tickled...! I-I’m fine, though?”
If I looked closely, she did seem to be holding back a laugh. Is it okay to keep doing this?
“I-In short, it can’t be too high or too low. For example, if your arm is lower than this—”
“Nnkuuh...! Y-You’re tickling me, Atsuto-kun!”
When I grabbed Char’s upper arm again, a breathy sound escaped her.
Char looked at me with flushed cheeks and half-lidded blue eyes.
...This is starting to feel like I’m doing something very wrong. Even though I’m just teaching her darts.
—Funyon.
A mischievous impulse welled up, and I squeezed Char’s upper arm a little harder for no reason.
“Hyanh...! A-Atsuto...?!” Char reacted with a jolt, her body trembling.
At that moment, a tiny fire was lit in my sadistic heart.
—Funyon, punyon, funyan.
“Ah, wait, ahh...!” Every time I squeezed her soft upper arm, a sexy sound escaped Char’s lips.
“A-Atsuto-kun...! Stop, right there...! It-It tickles...!”
Char’s already red cheeks flushed even deeper.
No good. Char was clearly protesting, but I couldn’t stop my hands!
“Mngh...! Ahh, s-stop it...! Please, stop it...!”
—Just then.
I felt a prickly aura and immediately took my hand off Char’s arm.
Char must have sensed the same atmosphere, as her expression froze solid.
We looked at each other, then slowly turned our gaze toward the table—
““Ah...””
There was the young female server, holding the food we’d ordered.
The server, whose ears were bright red, was trembling and staring at us.
“P-Please don’t do that kind of thing in the restaurant!” The server quickly placed the food on the table and hurried back to the main area.
“S-So, should we... eat?”
“Y-Yeah...” We both cleared our throats at the same time, as if on cue.
I definitely got carried away...
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