Motivated to be lazy

Chapter 52

Today as a whole has been quite possibly the most annoying one I've ever had in my life. Nagumo Miyabi, I knew that he'd do everything he could to win this bet but I didn't expect his tactics to be so irritable.

It wasn't just him either, it would seem that my beautiful girlfriend was doing her very best to ensure that I wasn't going to be able to win the means to transfer her to my class against her will. I have to say, she's severely underestimating me if she thinks that I wasn't able to see what she was trying to do right from the beginning.

Although, I have to say one thing. Ichinose Honami's underhanded tactics were so... Ichinose Honami. I don't know any other way to describe it, it seemed so typical of her personality.

I've also become weak. That succubus of a woman, she really does have a natural talent when it comes to getting her way. I honestly don't know how she does it, Honami has always been a little shy when it came to physical affection early on. Now it's different, sex appeal rolls off her in waves and I'm sure she knows its effect on me.

Gone was the girl who became a blushing mess just from holding my hand, she'd become confident. Almost as if now that she'd had a taste of the physical side of things she'd begun to crave more. Not only that, Honami was perceptive. Now she knew that she could use it to her advantage, fully aware of the different ways she could coax me into doing things that I'd rather not do with a bat of those pretty blue eyes, a sidelong glance or even a suggestive bite of those luscious lips.

It all started this morning, waking from more nightmares of that place. A place and people that I'd rather not recall ever again. The dreams were coming in chronological order for some reason, it almost made me not want to sleep. Especially because I knew what dreams would follow if my subconscious continued to feed me memories in this order. It made me wonder if the entire day had been a dream as I woke to a weight on my chest and I looked down to see Honami sleeping on top of me like I was her mattress.

She slept here the night before, not last night. Was everything that happened yesterday a dream? Wondering what was happening, I glanced at my phone to check the date to see that it wasn't some form of Groundhog Day syndrome. The light from my phone was blinding as I scrolled through notifications to see many missed calls and unread text messages from Honami who seemed to be incredibly worried about me.

Messages asking if I was still mad at her, texts of apology, questions of if I was still awake. I really was thoroughly exhausted if I'd slept through all of these alerts. I guess she must have come over while I was asleep only to find me in bed.

At least that's what I thought at first until I noticed that something was amiss. I could smell the scent of Honami's citrus perfume. The light from the screen didn't seem to stir her, she was still apparently asleep. The hair on my arm seemed to be slightly damp as if she'd only just showered recently.

Curiously, I moved closer and hugged her. My ear moved near her lips as her breath washed over my face. Minty fresh with not a hint of morning breath. I've napped with Honami on numerous occasions, her breathing pattern didn't seem to match up with any of the other times she'd been unconscious, she was very much awake.

So why was Honami pretending to still be asleep and acting as if she'd been here all night? What was this troublesome woman planning this time?

As I pulled away intent on getting ready to leave, Honami whined in her fake sleep and pulled me closer. Using more force to get up her grip broke as I got up and switched on my bedside lamp as I got ready to leave for the gym.

Honami sat up, pretending to wipe at the sleep in her eyes while faking a yawn.

"What time is it?" Honami asked.