Here is my first translation of this novel, I know my engrish is awful.
Corrections or advices are welcome! Please PM me and i will fix it.
Edit, Jun 3 2021, new revised translation. Not perferct by any means but way better than before.
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Variable Geo
Goddess Under The Moon.
Prologue part 1
Lunchtime starts, and everyone on the school gets moving.
“Don't run” the teacher says but to no effect on the students running to get tickets for the cafeteria.
In the rich, green campus many groups open their lunch boxes, sitting on the lawn beside the flowerbed.
A merchant sold out all of the bread he brought in no time, as the students slowly tried to slip out the educational institution.
As usual near the back gate someone was caught today, usually a new student getting a good scolding.
The experienced upper classmen have, already successfully escaped by a secret passage somewhere.
Satomi Yajima looked about the classroom quickly and stood from her seat alone.
In her class, most of the students still have not shut their notebooks.
The world history teacher of the fourth period was famous for filling the blackboard, corner to corner with text. And never to specify the themes that will come out in the tests.
Only two types of students leave early, the ones very fast to take notes or those who took notes since the beginning nonstop.
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Satomi was neither but, taking the chance, she stood up with her bentou box(lunchbox).
She wanted to look for a place, where she could eat alone.
Noticing that she stood up, her classmate two seats in front turned around.
"Satomi-chan, are you done already with your notes?"
"Mm not yet, please would you let me copy yours later."
Somehow Satomi disguised her uneasiness as hurriedness. She had a reason not to take lunch with her classmates even though they arranged the seats to eat near the window.
"Let's eat together. You often disappear without warning."
"Yes I know, it’s the school infirmary duty… there are many slackers that left me all the work. Besides I’d hate to stay after school, sorry."
The reason she volunteered herself to the health committee, was so she could easily avoid invitations.
Once out of the classroom, she placed her hand softly on her chest.
(----- At least the lunch, let me have it alone)
Even if she felt bad about it, sometimes she wanted it that way.
Satomi didn't have any complains with this school.
A private institution with high class equipment for elementary school to college, she could not complaint about the facilities or the teacher's quality.
She liked the school's tradition too.
The school rules are not particularly strict, and there are not many troubles in that respect, probably because there are many children from wealthy families.
Even the rare outlaw is cute compared with the bullies with whom Satomi had dealt with up to now, and they are kids after all.
The blazer type uniform of simple brownish was also of her liking. It was a color that suited her well. She liked the class atmosphere also the friends she made there.
Not a single problem.
And yet, Satomi was at her limit.
Never stand out too much, smile while keeping slightly to the background, keep good grades, but never to get to the top. That is Satomi Yajima's position. Not because of insidious bullying in the classroom, but because Satomi prefers to be neither in the spotlight nor the darkness but in the middle.
Occasionally would even forget to do homework, as a way to have an easy miss.
It was an exhausting task.
However, that it is the best solid wisdom she gained from experience.
Even if she was convinced of that, sometimes she just longed to be left alone.
Besides these last few days, somehow lunch was particularly more difficult to have alone.
"Aah... I could say that I’m fasting to hasten my diet. However, that would fail too..."
Satomi muttered quietly while sneaking into the art classroom, after checking it was empty.
Her bentou was a lovely aluminum case. In the mini bottle a "purikura" sticker she took with her friends a while ago.
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Her friends did not know how much the fee for that "purikura" shook the Yajima’s economy. Since then, whenever they come across a purikura booth, she would go the other way or excuse herself to do any errand she can think of or make up.
She looked reproachfully at her smiling self in the sticker, opened the cap but the content was not mineral water, not even tap water, but well water filled this morning. At least she had the relief that it did not have the taste of chlorine.
The content of her bentou box was a splendidly frugal and healthy menu.
The homemade takuan was sliced extra thin.
Because it was too thin the color of aluminum can be seen through. Only two slices. That’s all for the side dish. She didn’t feel like showing this at all to her very well breed classmates.
She ate one of the takuan slices in three bites.
The chewing "pori pori" like sound faded almost instantly.
The juice of the takuan is absorbed with white rice ----- but she didn't have any.
Instead, she had some round and brownish palm sized objects. It was fried rice wrapped in saran wrap.
Satomi put one of those in her mouth and chewed half closing her eyes
---taste bad.
The parched rice was ancient people's portable preserved foods. It was unshelled rice roasted, then use a wooden pestle or similar to remove the hull.
Because they are loose hard grains, chopsticks are not used. The way to eat it is to make a rice ball about the size your cheek, put it in your hand enough not to spill it and then put it in your mouth.
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It makes a "pori pori" sound as you chew, until the saliva soaks it, lasts longer than a hard Senbei cracker.
If people of yore had something else they wouldn't have to eat this, Satomi thought.
The scenery from the second floor started to get clouded, because of her tears.
Not only because, everyone else’s bentou looked gorgeous, even from afar. But also because of the bitterness in her mouth.
She roasted it too much. It wasn’t at the level of being neither savory nor bittersweet.
(No doubt I'm the girl who makes the poorest and worst tasting lunch in all of Japan.....) She came to that conclusion.
In the library she read a book about ninjutsu, "Portable Food of Shinobi", but before trying to imitate that, she should have considered the flavor first.
It was at that moment that someone entered the art room.
Satomi hid immediately.
She didn’t even have time to swallow the parched rice; much less could she muffle the sound.
Two Schoolgirls were there.
Judging from their voices they weren't from her same class.
A Venus of Milo was in the middle of the classroom, the chairs were arranged in pairs and in circle around it, and it seems they had to sit in couples in order to sketch it. If they were part the art club staff or not she couldn't tell but, she knew that they were senpai and kouhai.
"Do you want to eat my sandwich? It has good fame"
"Yes, thank you"
Satomi tried to stand up a little and listen, to confirm if she didn't know those girls.
If not, it would be no problem to tell them that she was looking for something she forgot in the last class.
But, the most time passes by the more difficult it would become.
The very moment she was going to stand up she knew she could not do it.
She heard a sticky, damp sound.
Their conversation that had continuously lowered in tone was resuming.
"N...no...mm"
"he he he.....what a naughty girl you are, Nene chan"
The senpai called the kouhai by a nickname. Her voice gentle and purring like a kitten.
She heard the faint sound of rustling clothes and fingers combing hair.
That was the song of an intimate embrace and
hair caressing.
(--Did they kiss!?)
That wet sound must have been when their lips parted.
(--This is bad. I cannot get out now... what I am going to do!?)
This was the first time ever, for Satomi, to witness such a scene.
She had seen couples, man and woman, like this, in the park and such places, but she couldn't even imagine two girls doing it.
The middle school part of this campus is girls only. Mostly, an all-girl high school, all-girl junior college, an escalator system to go on to college and you can chose to change college, some coeds of Satomi seem to have commute from those schools.
She knew the rumors about students seduced by a certain illness peculiar to a girls' school, but she never thought that would develop to this.
Satomi was stiff as a rock; she even forgot the bitterness in her mouth.
The love sick couple moved to a place where they could not be seen, had someone come in.
Behind a large canvas used for sketches.
There is a desk for the fine arts teacher, with room for a single person to sit. Back there was a well light area near the window but now the curtain was shut.
Paint tubes and brushes fell off the desk like rain drops, kicked and repelled by hand or feet.
The desk turned into a bed was burning with passion.
Her voice drowned with passion and her restless sighs. It was "Nene" begging.
"Hurry up!! ....Aah, oneesama. I can’t wait anymore"
"What a naughty girl"
The older girl pressed her lips on Nene’s cutting he air off her restless breath turning it into a muffled moan.
After that they let their hands slip into their skirts, not towards the brassiere, suddenly reached the lower body.
The sound of teasing wet cloth was audible.
Like it was being done on purpose the wet sound was made louder.
"What is this, it's amazing. You're going to need a change of panties, hu hu. Half a year ago a junior high girl how come you have become so lascivious"
"Ah, ah..."
"You play with yourself every night right? Am I right...yes?"
The younger girl had no voice to answer, and the upper-class girl again started to tease her with her words.
"Whom do you think of when you're at it? Some boy from the class? Or one of your girlfriends? If you're not honest I'll stop."
"Haa, please don't pull it out. Oneesama you're the only one on my mind. I'm doing it every night, because you told me to...."
"Don't lie to me!"
A sharp slap sound was heard.
It seems like the older girl punished her lover slapping her in her body. The spanking continued, two, three times.
"Ah... ouch... I'm not lying...aah ...it hurts"
There was a hint of pleasure in her pained voice and since she had no problem speaking the slaps were either in her butt or thighs.
(Lesbians!! Also SM chicks!? They really say things like "naughty girl" or "oneesama")
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Satomi was so surprised that almost dropped her bentou box.
Just when Satomi successfully caught her bentou box in midair, the older girl that was the male part said something troublesome.
"Nene chan, isn't that Yuka girl, your type"
"Aah....aah."
"You know. That sporty ponytail girl, she's so pretty. She goes to the metropolitan campus T I think. ...Whenever I see that girl’s eyes makes my heart throb!"
That was a name that Satomi knew well.
Yuka Takeuchi.....no other than Satomi's best friend, the only person she trusts.
They learned karate in the same doujo she was her comrade enduring through many battles together.
"I would like her to see you like this. What would happen if she was to come in here now?"
"No,... aaah"
The younger girl "Nene" seemed to be about to reach her climax.
In reality such thing would never happen but, just thinking on the one ten-thousandth chance, made the first-year student increasingly excited.
"She may be here you know? Lately she comes to this school every day, and seems to be making friends too. She's probably having lunch in this school, maybe looking for place now? Even if she's not, right now she may be in the boxing club, at the other side of the gym's building......and you doing this so close to her? How shameless."
"Hiaaa!"
Looks its painful.
(Why Yuka... Ah, now I remember--)
Satomi remembered something from the conversation of those two girls.
Yuka is now in training for her next karate match.
There is no boxing or karate club in her school; so before a match she always goes to the nearest school that let her use their sandbag. As it is, the nearest school is this one.
It's been half a year since Satomi transferred to the second year in April, Yuka’s match was totally out of her mind.
Because Satomi haven't been to the doujo in three months, she forgot completely about Yuka's fight.
This was due to Satomi's busy schedule,
Satomi's part time work place "Bikkuri Monkey" and Yuka's "Hanna Millers" where close so they could stop by to chat every once in while if they could, but because of Satomi's other job and extra shifts she did not have the time anymore.
Incidentally, when the match was being scheduled Satomi was invited to participate.
It was impossible for Satomi though she was encouraged by the superintendent.
She had to earn money.
Satomi was raising her younger brother Daisuke by herself.
Her parents died when Satomi was just five years old. After that, they went under the care of several relatives but now they rely on no one, now they live by themselves.
The school expenses, food costs everything hung on Satomi's shoulder.
It would be too heavy burden for a 16-year-old high schooler but she had no time feel that way.
Even if it’s too difficult, her goal is to graduate from this prestigious school to get a lucrative job. She wouldn't be the only one aiming for a good job out of this school, but that gap doesn't bother her. A scholarship could be her way to college, but that’s unlikely.
It would cost a lot of money when Daisuke advances to junior high and then to high school. The money they get from social security and her part time job's salary will dry out sooner than later.
It was already at its very limit.
The latest increase in work was to allow Daisuke to go to a school camp. Those funds could not be squeezed out from the current Yajima’s household economy.
Being so busy, the matters of the doujo seemed to fade like and old memory.
Every day after so much work, she just went to sleep as soon as she gets home.
"I know someone in that girl's school. I could try to arrange an introduction with her but; it seems she doesn’t have the same "tastes" we do. If I show her a photograph of you like this she could say you’re "filthy".”
The romance of the art room wasn't over yet.
"Nene" screamed as her body sank into the pleasure of masochism. Feasting on the verbal abuse.
"Do you want more?"
"Aaaah.... "
"If that’s so... then lick me. Make me feel good too"
The upperclassman girl who had only caressed her partner, was finally climbing onto the desk.
From Satomi's position she could only see the legs of the couple.
They had charming white legs.
However, the couple's honeymoon was interrupted.
A group of people was approaching the hall.
Talking loudly, it seems they were carrying something heavy. Perhaps, all the stuff for next month's cultural festival might be stored in the art room. From the window you could see that a stage set for a play was being erected on the ground.
"It can't be helped. Shall we have our lunch somewhere else..."
The older girl said.
Both girls quickly groomed themselves and went out.
Satomi also left the art room as if nothing had happened.
She sighed deeply.
The place where she could eat alone was unexpectedly out of limits.