E-Book Special Bonus Short Story
'Why I Buy E-Books'
—Ding-dong.
When I opened the door at the sound of the chime, a cool-looking gyaru was standing there. Well, I figured it was about time she showed up.
"Yo. You bought the new manga volume, right? I came to read it~"
Suzuka-san entered the entryway without waiting for my reply, took off her shoes, and came into the room.
She said she came to read it, but she had a supermarket bag in her hand, likely bought on the way. It seemed she was going to make lunch as 'payment' for the manga rental.
"Yeah, I bought it. Man, I can't believe the protagonist suddenly did that in that scene..."
"Wait, wait, wait! No spoilers! Geez."
I gave Suzuka-san, with her overbearing attitude, a little bit of payback. She gave my shoulder a light poke and cursed at me before standing in the kitchen and starting to cook with practiced movements. She acted like she owned the place.
"I’m gonna whip this up quick, so definitely don't spoil it while you wait, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Only say 'yeah' once. Honestly. You used to get all flustered just from me coming into your room."
She kept grumbling but didn't stop her hands. Before I knew it, a wok had been added to my room’s kitchenware. Suzuka-san quickly made shrimp chili, leek-and-egg stir-fry, and Chinese soup.
"..."
After lunch, Suzuka-san acted like her job was done, lay down on my bed, and started reading the manga. I almost got distracted by her skirt, but since I was stuffed, I wasn't really in the mood.
I idly opened an e-book site on my phone. I quickly purchased a light novel I was curious about and started reading.
...This is erotic. Splendid. It was a light novel that clearly knew how to grab a male reader's crotch... I mean, heart, right from the start.
Ever since e-books became popular, the hurdle for buying slightly erotic manga and light novels has dropped significantly. Science is a wonderful thing.
I finished the first chapter and was rolling my stiff shoulders when I noticed a small breathing sound right next to my ear.
"...Suzuka-san, how long have you been there?"
"Hm? Since you were grinning while looking at that e-book cover."
So, since the very beginning. Dammit.
"I thought you were a 'physical copy' guy, Tatsuya, but you buy e-books too?"
"Well, you know. There are books I don't really want people to see."
"Like... that one?"
"Suuuuu... haaa..."
I instinctively took a deep breath. Suzuka-san completely lacked things like restraint, delicacy, consideration, moderation, kindness, modesty, and common sense...
"If you like that kind of situation, you want me to do it for you?"
"Huh?"
I whipped around. There was Suzuka-san, with a wide grin on her face.
"I mean, that situation in the light novel. You’re reading it because you like it, right?"
Suzuka-san lacked delicacy and consideration, but it seemed her understanding of the male heart was more than sufficient.
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"Come on, hurry up. The protagonist massages the tired heroine, right?"
Suzuka-san lay face-down on the bed. She had stripped off her clothes and was down to her underwear.
"I mean, yeah, that’s what happens, but..."
"Why are you holding back? It’s not like we haven't done much crazier stuff."
Suzuka-san spoke in her normal voice, but I noticed her ears were red. Despite her bold attitude, she must have been embarrassed too.
I gently reached out to her slender, beautiful waist.
"Hey, Tatsuya. Hurry up and... Ngh, h-hyann! ♡♡♡"
The moment I touched her, Suzuka-san let out a suggestive cry and writhed.
"Hey! You were supposed to start with my palms! I need time to get mentally ready too!"
Suzuka-san yelled in a loud voice, trying to cover up the suggestive sound she’d just made.
"That sound you just made was really cute."
"Shut up, idiot! You’re just trying to deflect, aren't you?! You really have a twisted personality!"
How rude. If I had a twisted personality, I wouldn't have reached out to help a high school girl trying to save her sick mother.
"Alright, starting with the palm massage then~"
"Geez. You should've done that from the start... Ngh♡ Ngh-ah♡♡ Ahaha♡ Man, this really is... insane... ! ♡♡♡"
First the palms. Then the arms, the neck. The soles of her feet.
I didn't have any knowledge of massage, so I just rubbed her based on my imagination.
"Oh♡♡ Oh♡♡♡♡♡ In so many ways... this feels good... ♡♡♡"
"Wait, Suzuka-san. The setting is that it’s a normal massage until we get to the stomach area, so try a bit harder."
"I... I’m trying! ♡♡♡ But Tatsuya’s EXP is just... too much! ♡♡♡♡♡"
"You’re blaming it on the EXP, but maybe you’re just excited by this situation, Suzuka-san? Here, next is finally the stomach. Flip over."
"Wait, wait, timeout♡♡♡ ...This is actually... embarrassing... ♡♡♡"
"There we go."
Suzuka-san tried to resist, but once I touched her, she couldn't move her body well due to the pleasure. I forced her to flip over.
"You... ! ♡♡♡ Tatsuya... ! ♡♡♡♡♡"
Suzuka-san covered her bright red face with her arms. I feel like there are other places she should be covering before her face.
"Alright, now for the stomach... here we go."
I was getting pretty worked up seeing Suzuka-san in such a suggestive state, but I managed to suppress my feelings and placed my hands on her smooth stomach. Her small navel was cute.
"Aaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡♡ This is bad... ♡♡♡♡♡ So bad... ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Suzuka-san moaned. By the time the massage was over, she was gasping for breath.
I lay down next to the exhausted Suzuka-san and spoke.
"Well, now that the massage is over, all that’s left is a long, deep kiss while we embrace, followed by the main event we've been waiting for..."
"As if you could, you moron!"
"Ow!"
Suzuka-san used her last bit of strength to lift herself up and gave me a headbutt, letting gravity do the work. Then she dove under the duvet. I gently placed my hand on the blonde hair peeking out from the blanket. I heard a sound that was half-embarrassment, half-relief, and entirely comfortable.
It seemed the day I could reach the 'main event' like a light novel protagonist was still a long way off.
But this relationship—one that was just slightly 'not enough'—wasn't so bad, either.
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