Hobby Modification App; Episode 21, Day 9 : Reika Ichijouin 2

    ―I can't enjoy the taste of food no matter what I eat.

　It's not that the food tastes terrible. But no matter what I eat, it's never enough to satisfy me. 

　It has been like this for the past few days. 

　I can taste the food, but I am not satisfied with it. 

　The more I eat what I used to think was tasty, the more stressful it becomes because of the discrepancy between my satisfaction and my expectation. 

　I think of it every time I eat. I feel as if I am chewing sand.

　I have not been eating well and have been eating less and less for the past few days. 

　Stress from not enjoying food. Stress from hunger. 

　Frustration was becoming unbearable. 

"―Why?  Can't you even do this much?"

　Today, I yell at the members of the student council. 

　I know I have to stop. 

　But I can't stop it. 

　I yelled at them, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed at how they looked at me.

　The thought of why they don't understand my feelings makes me even more frustrated. 

　I know it is unreasonable. 

　I know I am being absurd. 

　But I can't stop. 

"―If you can't even do this much, I don't need you! Get out of here immediately! "

　The student council members are leaving the student council room one after another, letting out sighs of exasperation at my words. 

　I watched them, clenching my fists and shaking with anger. 

　No one said a word. They just walked out without saying a word. 

　Not a single excuse, not a single complaint to me. 

　They just looked at me with disgusted looks and took no action. 

　―What is this?  What the heck is this !? It's as if I'm the only one to blame!

　I can't stop my frustration. I just can't stop it. 

　The moment the last member student council member leaves, I swing my fist down on the table. 

Bang!

　As soon as my fist reaches the table, there is a dull thud. Followed by a stinging pain in my fist. 

　But I don't care because only one thought is swirling in my mind. 

　―Everything happened because of Keisuke Sato. It's all his fault !!!

　I put my hand to my mouth and bite my thumbnail. 

　For the past few days, all I could think about was what I was going to do to him. 

　I will never forgive him. I'll crush him with all my might. 

　I bite my nails. I bite my nails deeper every time that thought rises in my heart.

　......Maybe it's not the time to choose our means anymore. 

　I wasn't going to use the house's power before, but I had no choice. 

　I was going to get stressed out, and I was going to lose my mind. 

　Of course, I still have the desire to crush him with my own hands. 

　But I can't come up with a good and effective way to do so. 

　My stress level is almost at the limit. 

　It was not the time to take it easy. 

　I bit my nails deeper. 

"Ugh... "

　At that moment, the pain from the nail suddenly hits me, and I furrow my brow. 

　Immediately I feel the taste of blood in my mouth. 

　It's unpleasant. 

　The feeling that everything is going wrong swirls around in your chest. 

　All that frustration and unbearable hostility turns to the culprit, Keisuke Sato. 

　I clenched my fist and slammed it down again on the table, even though it was bleeding. 

"Haaa... haa..."

　My breathing became erratic with anger. 

　In my head, all kinds of abusive words against Keisuke Sato were flying around. 

　The back of my brain feels distorted by the heat of anger. 

　I have to cool down somehow. I imagine his pathetic behavior. 

　―I imagine Keisuke Sato crying and begging for my forgiveness. 

　―I imagine Keisuke Sato on his knees and begging for my forgiveness. 

　―I imagine Keisuke Sato licking the tip of my shoe and begging for forgiveness. 

　Still, I do not calm down. 

　A dark joy fills my heart, but it all fades away in the face of overwhelming anger. 

　Out of the corner of my eye, I look hard at the fist I slammed into the table. 

　I can see blood on my thumb. 

　Because of Keisuke Sato, my thumbnail with blood is visible. 

　I grit my back teeth tightly and stare at the student council door. 

　Staring at the door, I squeeze out words with vindictiveness. 

"...Keisuke Sato, I will never forgive you... "

　A voice was so low that I couldn't believe my ears were coming out of my mouth. 

* * *

　―I looked at the door in front of me, which had a nameplate saying "School Infirmary".

　I wonder how long it's been since I've been in the infirmary. 

　I never had a connection with the infirmary to the extent that I thought so. 

　Until now, if there was something wrong with me, other people usually helped me somehow. 

　If I felt sick, I could sleep in the private room of the Ichijouin family in the school, which was built at the request of my father, who is also the chairman of the board of trustees. 

　That is why I never had a chance to go near the infirmary. 

    Remembering such a past, when I opened the door and entered the room, smells of disinfectant entered my nose. 

　The peculiar smell made me raise my eyebrows. 

　...It's a bit deserted. 

　I wonder if the nurse is available? 

"....Is there a nurse here? My fingernail is bleeding, and I need some help to treat it..."

    I went into the innermost part of the room and looked for the nurse. 

　Then I noticed a person sitting on a round chair at the back of the room. 

　For a moment, I thought it was the nurse, but it was not. 

　He is wearing a school uniform. 

　I cannot see his face because he is looking at the wall, but I think I have seen him somewhere before―

　As I was thinking so, the round chair spun around, and a male student turned around to face me. 

"―Hi, Ichijouin. Long time no see, huh? I'm afraid there is no nurse available right now.

　That guy, ―Keisuke Sato, was looking at me with a smile on his face.

"W-w-wh-why are you here ?!"

　My mouth trembled and I couldn't speak properly. 

　Just looking at him made me as angry as coal tar. 

(コールタール, Kōrutāru, idk why the author uses this expression, maybe expressing her anger as black, sticky, opaque liquid rage)

　All the anger building up in my heart was rising in my chest. 

　I was about to open my mouth in anger, 

"Because I had to get treatment for a little injury. I got a paper cut on my finger."

　He showed me his index finger. 

　The finger was smeared with blood as if it had not been treated yet. 

" !――"

　My heart jumped as soon as I saw it. 

　My mouth, which was about to open, closed, and I found myself gulping down a mouthful of saliva. 

　I see his fingers in my vision. For the past few days, the more I try not to think about it, the more it appears in my head. 

　...I've noticed it. What I see now is definitely the finger that has been in my mouth before. 

　I can't look away. I can't stop staring at his finger.

　I am angry. I have a lot of things I want to say. 

　And yet, I can't act as if my brain is paralyzed. 

　Whenever he sways his finger, my eyes follow his finger. 

　I thought about it when I followed his fingers with my eyes. 

　―I want to lick that finger. 

    Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw him grinning. 

"...actually, there is no nurse available here, and I don't know where to find a band-aid, so I'm in a bit of a pickle. I thought I'd just lick it off...Well, I wonder if the gossip about girls licking you can make you heal faster is true. If so, it's great to be a girl, isn't it?"

    ―If that's true, then boys are losing on a biological level.

     In a joking tone of voice, he continued. 

　As if drawn by his words, I move closer to him. 

　My heart jumps every time I take a step closer to him. 

    My head goes numb with the inevitable, uncontrollable anticipation. 

　―I found myself on my knees with his fingers in front of me. 

"What's the matter, ―Ichijouin? You're staring at my finger like that.."

　He said this and waved his finger in front of my eyes. 

　My eyes follow it frantically. 

　...I still have a lot of anger in me. 

　But I think it's a different matter.

　After all, he is injured. 

　It is not a noble thing for a woman of noble character like me to attack a wounded man. 

　―Noblesse oblige. 

(Noblesse oblige, the inferred responsibility of privileged people to act with generosity and nobility toward those less privileged.)

　...So, there is nothing wrong with me, a member of the prestigious Ichijouin family, to give him some alms here. 

((In historical contexts) Alms, something given freely to relieve the poor)

　There is no doubt that he is an enemy. 

　But there is no use in defeating the wounded, even if they are our enemies. 

    Even Lord Kenshin sent salt to the hated Takeda's army. 

(Uesugi Kenshin and Takeda Shingen)

　There is no meaning unless I crush him when he's in perfect condition. 

　―Yes, I have no choice

　―Because it's for the treatment...

　With that thought, I grabbed his hand with both hands to stop him from wagging his finger. 

"...I'm unwilling. But, if it's more effective if a girl licks it, then so be it. I'll treat you. "

　I said and opened my mouth so wide that it almost seemed indecent. 

"Ah～, sorry! I didn't mean it like that―"

　Without listening to his words, I take his finger into my mouth. 

　Immediately, I twirl my tongue around his finger in my mouth. 

" !!! ――"

　At that moment, I felt my vision distorted. 

　―Ahh, this is it. This taste.  This is just what I was looking for.

    Something from my tongue strikes my brain and renders everything into nothing. 

　All the anger, all the resentment, it's gone. 

　What comes instead is a euphoric feeling that almost makes my eyes roll back. 

　My brain is numb, and heat lights up the lower half of my body. 

　There was something that I had been looking for, for a long, long time. 

    What I wanted was right here, inside my mouth.

　I lick his fingers slowly and carefully. 

    Slurp- Lick-

　The taste of iron in his blood, which might otherwise be unpleasant, is sublimely combined with his taste. 

　The taste is sublimated into a supreme taste. 

　I found myself licking his fingers with all my heart. 

　I slip my tongue between his fingernails and lick off everything in-between. 

　I trace my tongue along the sides of his fingers, scrubbing off his skin. 

　I did not feel dirty. 

　Rather, I was glad that my spit was spreading on his finger more and more. 

　I was glad to see that my tongue licked away everything that accumulated on his fingers and left my spit on his fingers instead. 

　It was like I was conquering him, and I was so happy. 

    The person who was untainted by my color is now being licked by me, his fingers coated with my spit, and being increasingly dyed in my color. 

　A thrill of pleasure crawled up my spine and reached my brain, and the lower half of my body throbbed in response. 

　Involuntarily, I let the heat escape from my lower body by rubbing my thighs together with my inner thighs. 

　To avoid my impudence from being exposed, I sucked his finger deeper into my mouth and intertwined my tongue with his finger. 

    I can feel the tension in my breasts. I feel uncomfortable when the tip of the protrusion presses against the cups of my bra. 

　―I want to toss off right now. (means masturbation) 

　I think how happy I would be if I could masturbate while licking this finger. 

　My hips naturally swayed in anticipation. 

  

    I can't bear the longing and looked at his face. 

　Our eyes met. 

　He smiles at me. 

　At that moment, something warm and fuzzy lit up in my heart, even though I have hated him so much, even though I have wished for his downfall so much. 

　I stare into his eyes. 

    I lick his fingertips as if I am going to completely remove his fingerprints and stare into his eyes. 

　I feel the edges of my vision blur. 

　But I can't look away. I can't deviate from this direction.

　While I stare and lick at it, I can feel my spine going numb, my face breaking into a smile, and I feel lightheaded.

　I am happy. Just, I'm contented. 

　I am so happy that I wondered what all that anger was about. 

　?

    Anger? 

　I gasped. 

　I hurriedly moved my eyes away from him and looked at his fingers. 

　Then I looked at the clock in the room. 

　...You're lying!!! It's been over half an hour.   

　It felt like less than a minute to me. 

　It had been more than 30 minutes. 

　My heart was pounding. 

    The only thing that passes through my mind is a sense of frustration that I have done something wrong. 

    In front of him, in front of my enemy, what a shameful thing I had done...

　Clenching my fists tightly, I try to gather my scattered anger again, but it does not work. 

　On the contrary, a feeling of fluffiness occupies my mind, and I feel happy. 

　...It's all his finger's fault. 

　Despite the happiness in my heart, I glare at his finger. 

　After taking a last lick as if to say goodbye, as if to say that it's time to go. I stopped, stuck in my tracks as I tried to pull his finger out of my mouth.

　...His fingertips are hooked on my lips. 

　His fingertips prevented me from pulling it out of my mouth. 

　It was not that I did not want to take his finger out of my mouth. 

　It was never because of the tremendous sense of loss I felt as his finger slipped out, as if it would leave a hole in my heart. 

　He, as hateful as he was, insisted that he did not want to leave my mouth. 

　...I don't have a choice. 

　―Noblesse oblige. 

　This is another example of the haves giving to the have-nots. 

　So I thought, and just as I was about to put his finger in my mouth again―his finger was pulled out by himself. 

"Ah..."

　I stare at his finger as it slips out of my mouth, dumbfounded. 

　My tongue naturally left my lips in pursuit of his finger. 

　It makes me sad. I feel helplessly lonely. 

　It is as if you are thrown out alone into the empty world. 

    I almost cried.

"...一Ichijouin, is. Do you want to lick my fingers that badly?  "

　I was startled by her words and shook my head vigorously. 

　I could feel my face turning red with shame. 

　...W-what a disgrace! This is 一a disgrace to the prestigious Ichijouin family! 

　I stood up quickly and said to him. 

"Of course not!  If you're going to talk nonsense like that, I will leave! "

　I turn my body and take a few steps to get away from him and run away, but then my footsteps come to a halt. 

　I didn't know why I stopped. 

　No, I know why. I do understand, but I cannot admit such a thing. 

　I could not allow myself to admit such a silly feeling as regretting the end. 

    My thoughts are going around in circles.

　How did this happen? 

　...It's simple.

　一Noblesse oblige. 

　Leaving an injured person unattended is a disgrace to the Ichijouin family.

　That's all. 

　Without looking at him, I opened my mouth quietly. 

"... Tomorrow, you can come to the student council room after school so that I can examine your injury. It is unforgivable that you let me lick you, and your injury is not healed."

　I said these words in a calm, flat voice at once, trying not to let my emotions show through. 

"―Okay."

　With his somewhat cheerful voice behind me, I leave the infirmary as if to run away.

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