Chapter 10: I captivated the stubborn heart of my childhood friend

I captivated the stubborn heart of my childhood friend

When I return to the Japanese-style room, a stuffy heat fills the air. The room is filled with the heat and sweat of both men and women who spent hours intertwining without even turning on the air conditioner.

Listening to the sound of the shower from the unit bath, I walk down the hallway.

Entering the bedroom, I’m about to pick up the remote control for the air conditioner on the table, but I stop. Instead, I slide open the paper sliding door and open the window.

A refreshing breeze enters gently. Summer in Kyoto can be oppressively hot, but it’s somewhat more bearable in the late hours.

Ahead, I can see the light from the parking lot’s lamp. It’s exactly where Aya and Tokita exchanged a kiss that seemed like a greeting just a few hours ago.

Aya’s heart is still focused on Tokita. Deep down, she fears losing the place of being ‘Tokita’s girlfriend’. For her, choosing to break up is a high-level challenge. It’s not easy for Aya, who hesitated even when they started dating.

Above all else, she fears that relationships will shatter, she’ll be disliked by others, and her foundation will crumble.

“…What a reckless attempt.”

I unconsciously mutter. If I were the old me, even if I realized my feelings, I would have been left in a state of confusion, unable to do anything.

But now, there’s no hesitation at all. Aya’s feelings for Tokita don’t matter anymore. I don’t envy Tokita, nor do I feel sorry. I just focus on the goal and continue to do what needs to be done.

The sound of the shower stops.

The unit bath’s door opens, and I hear Aya’s footsteps, pitter-patter. She approaches me, who’s looking out the window, and then stops.

“Aren’t you turning on the lights?”

Aya’s words make me almost burst into laughter.

“…It would look suspicious if the lights were on in an unoccupied room. Especially at this hour.”

“Ah, right, hahaha…”

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I turn to her.

She’s wearing the yukata loosely, revealing a bit of her chest. Her hair is damp, and her cheeks are flushed.

Her appearance is quite seductive, but…

“Aya, have this and cool down a bit.”

I hand her the mineral water I bought.

“Ah, um, yeah… thanks.”

Aya takes the water awkwardly without meeting my eyes. As if trying to hide something, she hurriedly unscrews the cap and starts drinking.

I can sense her emotions.

—Awkward.

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I… did something dirty.

Right here, a while ago.

What should I do? Doing that…

Ah, Boyan is watching.

…It seems that Aya is also starting to feel the reality belatedly, just like I panicked at the vending machine earlier. Just as Aya is reflecting on what happened to her while taking a shower.

“I’m going to take a shower too.”

“O-Okay…”

I stand up and pass by Aya.

“You can go back to your room first.”

“Huh?”

Without waiting for Aya’s response, I enter the unit bath.

I twist the shower handle and let the water flow over me.

The stickiness on my body washes away.

I don’t eavesdrop on the outside of the door.

There’s no need to worry – Aya won’t leave the room.

Intuition from the divine tells me that.

Exiting the unit bath and returning to the bedroom, I see Aya’s back.

She’s sitting in front of the window, looking outside.

She’s not looking at the parking lot’s light – it seems she’s gazing at the sky.

“Aya, sorry for the wait.”

I sit down beside her in a calm manner.

…Aya.

Aya bites her lower lip, as if she wants to say something.

She probably expected me to be surprised when I said I wouldn’t go back to the room.

So, she probably prepared reasons like “The hotel hallway is dark” or “I don’t want to be bothered again”.

But my attitude, which seemed to have seen through everything, is bothering her.

Well, I have indeed seen through everything.

Aya opens her mouth while keeping a sullen expression.

“I asked for apple juice.”

She’s staring at the empty plastic bottle.

“You’ll gain weight if you consume too much sugar. Aya, who has a great figure, shouldn’t do that.”

“N-No… I’ve been called chubby before…”

Probably only for her chest.

Having held Aya, I realized that her arms are slim and her waist is well-defined.

Well, her buttocks might be on the plumper side.

Aya usually wears loose-fitting clothes to hide her ample chest. Some random guy must have said that based on a glimpse of her.

“Who said that?”

“Tokita…”

Of course, Tokita.

Well, I think he might have wanted to catch Aya’s attention or tease her.

And maybe he wanted to steer the conversation toward sexual topics.

“Well, I think Tokita was joking. You don’t need to worry about it, Aya, because you’re wonderful.”

“Again with that… Boyan, you’ve been acting strange since yesterday.”

“Didn’t Aya say that being assertive makes you popular?”

Two days ago, on a bench at the base of the Great Buddha.

At that moment, I realized that the only person I wanted to be popular with was Aya.

“I did say that, but… no way, you’re talking about me?”

“Aya doesn’t understand her own worth. She’s been popular with guys for a long time.”

“What? You mean like, kids from the neighborhood community center or male relatives going, ‘Aya, Aya~’?”

“Just kids!”

I relentlessly tease and provoke Aya, never allowing her to take control of the conversation. I won’t be swayed by her every move.

I can sense Aya’s feelings of longing for me growing in her heart.

Aya, looking unhappy with a furrowed brow, comes at me again.

“…I’m not as red as an apple, though.”

Saying that, she turns her face toward me. It seems she’s holding onto the words I said when I went to buy juice earlier.

Illuminated by the outdoor light, Aya’s well-structured face appears radiant.

“Ah, you’re so pure and beautiful, like the moon.”

“Y-You… Are you complimenting me!?”

Aya lets out a frustrated “hmph” and turns her face away once more.

In the past, I might have been curious why Aya was unhappy, and I would have desperately tried to figure out how to make her happy, but not now. I understand Aya’s emotions.

Why, I wonder, am I so irrationally angry? I’ve never felt this way about Boyan before. I despise feeling this way. I want to cry. Boyan is such an idiot. Why did he say he liked me earlier? What about what comes after? But why can he act so calm about it now? Is he just after my body…? No, that can’t be right. Boyan isn’t like that. Even when we were intimate, he treated me with care. Yet he’s telling me it’s okay to go back to the room. He keeps making jokes. He was so assertive earlier…

It seems Aya’s thoughts are spinning around in circles.

“Aya, do you know what time it is?”

“Huh? Uh… it’s 3:11.”

Aya glances briefly at her smartphone on her lap.

During the time I was taking a shower, she probably checked the group chat as well. I wonder what she replied.

Well, it doesn’t really matter how she responded.

“Aya, come over to my knee.”

Calmly, confidently, directly.

That’s all I convey.

“Huh!? Uh… sure.”

I simply express my desire for Aya to be close.

There’s no embarrassment or agitation in my demeanor. No fear of rejection.

I can feel Aya’s heart flutter and her feelings of longing slowly spreading as she sits down on my lap, in a sitting position, her face turned downward. Her ears are as red as apples.

After a while of silence, Aya seems unable to contain herself any longer and speaks up.

“Boyan, why… did you say you liked me?”

Aya takes a step forward, perhaps taking that daring step that might shake her foundation.

For her, it might be a significantly courageous action.

So, maybe this is the moment for me to express my pure feelings, to release my innermost emotions.

But my intuition tells me to stop.

I mustn’t confess my emotions passionately and recklessly.

I need to be calm, adding just a hint of passion, and carefully selecting words that will resonate with Aya alone.

“Aya, you know, you always smile, but I’m sure you have a lot of stress too.”

I speak in a protective tone, as if defending Aya.

“Huh…?”

“Working hard is great, but if you push yourself too much, you’ll end up breaking someday.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If I were your boyfriend, I’d make sure you didn’t have to feel that way. That’s what I was thinking.”

…Aya falls into complete silence.

Emotions flow in.

I can sense that my words are filling the hollow parts in Aya’s heart.

She’s come to recognize me not just as a childhood friend, but as a man she wants to rely on.

The ambiguous feelings have begun to unravel.

But at the same time, the fact that she’s dating Tokita stands before us.

A painful conflict arises, and it turns into tears as if a dam has broken…

“Ugh… huff, ugh… ngh…”

Aya begins to cry, pathetically.

She’s still the same old crybaby, especially when she’s with me.

“Are you… in love with Tokita?”

“…Yeah.”

Her response seems reflexive.

“Really?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know, because you, Boyan, are making me so confused!”

I gently hold Aya, who’s been crying.

“Saying things like ‘liking’…”

“I do like you.”

Aya’s earlobe, I murmur in a low voice.

An undeniable truth.

I convey it simply.

“G-Getting married and all…”

“Yeah, I want you by my side forever.”

Aya tightly grasps my arm.

For Aya, who keeps her guard up, these words hit the hardest.

Intuition tells me that now is the best time to say this.

Aya’s heart brims with warmth toward me.

It transforms into passion, coursing through her body like blood.

Because of me, Aya’s heart feels like it’s about to burst.

“So, right now is impossible.”

Right now, huh?

The depths of Aya’s heart have already tilted toward me.

So, I won’t push it further.

“It’s okay as it is, Aya.”

“Huh?”

Aya softly responds.

“I won’t let you go, Aya.”

I embrace Aya tightly.

“What’s the deal with you…!”

Aya clutches my arm as if in pain, trembling slightly.

She’s just so cute like that.

I grab Aya’s chin and kiss her, our lips meeting.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Aya responds, sucking on my lips as if seeking more.

From struggling to allow entry into her mouth at first, she’s now greedily exploring with her tongue.

I can sense Aya’s emotions catching up with her body. It’s transmitted to me.

“Aya, can I?”

“We really should go back…”

—I don’t want to go back.

Please.

Fulfill me more.

Completely. Every bit.

Overwrite everything.

Aya’s passionate state ignites my animalistic desire.

I part Aya’s yukata, pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder.

“Ah, ngh…”

Just that makes Aya shiver.

I lift her yukata further, revealing her round and white, beautiful buttocks.

Honey-like fluids glisten from between her folds.

Aya is half-naked, her upper and lower halves exposed, wrapped in the yukata around her waist.

This obscene, provocative posture unhinges my restraint.

I lower my half-pants, exposing my rock-hard erection.

When I press it against her moist entrance, it greedily swallows the tip.

I want to take her from behind like this.

—Stop.

God’s intuition tells me that.

Direct my attention toward Aya’s emotions.

—This position is embarrassing.

Don’t look at my anus.

Embarrassing.

I hate this posture.

I don’t want Boyan to see my face.

I’m scared.

I see.

Apparently, having sex from behind with a first-time partner is undesirable.

God’s intuition is providing quite delicate advice: Stick to missionary.

“Aya, sorry for scaring you. I’ll lay out the futon, let’s do it there.”

“…………Fine.”

“Huh?”

“I’m fine like this… Do as you want, Boyan.”

Once more, I check Aya’s emotions.

—I’m scared, but…

I want Boyan to be happy.

He’s been doing this for me all along.

I want Boyan to feel good too.

And if it’s Boyan…

I’m not scared.

…

It seems Aya trusts me more than God’s intuition predicted.

—No problem.

God’s intuition corrects its course in an instant.

“…Then, I’ll insert it like this. Let me know if it hurts.”

“M-Mm…”

Aya and I exchanged a slightly nervous confirmation.

And then…

“Ahhh…!”

With a squelching sound and what seemed like a small popping noise, my hips struck Aya’s buttocks.

Instantaneously, my shaft was ensnared by her vaginal folds, tightly constricting around it.

Was it because her heart leaned towards me?

It was the tightest grip I’d ever experienced.

My testicles were being drawn up, and my brain screamed in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

I felt like I might climax any second.

I withdrew my glans to its tip and, with a bit more force, thrust upward for insertion.

With a loud slap, Aya’s soft buttocks rippled.

“Hiiuuh!”

Aya on all fours arched her back, her breasts swaying significantly due to the momentum.

I moved my hips mainly to make her breasts sway more.

Sounds of flesh, juices, buttocks, and groins colliding filled the air—plop plop.

Her balloon-like breasts bounced and jiggled, asserting their volume.

“Ahh, ahh, ahhn, ngh, ahh, ngh… ahh, ngh…!”

I increased the pace of my thrusts—pound, pound, pound.

This was an animalistic sex purely for satisfying my desires.

My primal instincts were solely focused on ravaging the female before me.

“Ngh, ngh, ahh… ah…”

I varied my thrusts from shallow to deep, changing my rhythm.

Thrusting deeply each time, it felt like I was being tugged at with each retreat.

It seemed like my shaft was being sucked into her vagina.

It felt too good – my hips wouldn’t stop.

Aya’s body was transforming me into a mere lustful primate.

Her chestnut hair was disheveled, and sweat scattered outside the window.

Boldly, we engaged in our intimate act with the window wide open.

But nobody would see, and nobody would hear.

That’s right, it’s all arranged by God.

For some reason, I understood that.

“Haaan, aah, aaahhn, ahh, ah, ah, ahh…!”

Aya emitted a cute scream-like moan.

She lightly climaxed.

Emotions and pleasure flowed in.

—Hard.

Feels good.

Boyan, feels good?

Feels… good…

Good.

What should I do?

Painful, yet pleasurable.

Feels good.

Aya’s pleasure was sending my brain into a whirl.

My arousal was skyrocketing.

Ruthlessly, I gouged Aya’s vagina with my shaft, driven solely by lust.

My body burned, every inch turned into an inferno.

And yet, the depths of my groin burned even hotter—

“Guh, I’m coming!”

“Ah, wait—”

—Alright.

Coming.

As if prompted by Aya’s inner voice, my shaft twitched.

A scalding rush surged from my testicles, creating pleasure as it erupted.

With splashes, my semen was ejaculated, filling her uterus.

Covering the depths of her vagina with milky fluid, overwriting every part of Aya.

It’s happening again, the sensation of climax won’t stop…!

Perhaps the actual ejaculation has ended.

Aya’s vagina isn’t letting go of my shaft.

Her vaginal walls clench and squeeze, giving me the sensation of continuous climax.

The torrent of pleasure turns my vision white.

I lean over to confirm Aya’s outline.

I knead her sweat-moistened breasts.

If I tweak her engorged bud at the tip, I feel her shivering through her back.

Aya and I are enveloped in a gentle sense of unity.

We continue to indulge in pleasure until the sky starts to lighten.