Chapter 12: Overwhelming my childhood friend at her house

Overwhelming my childhood friend at her house

I passed through the familiar gate of Aya’s house.

I’ve been to this point when I’ve dropped Aya off at late hours, but entering the house is something different.

The last time I entered this house was in our second year of middle school, before Aya and Tokita started dating.

“Mom, I’m home! Boyan’s with me~”

“Oh, welcome back~”

As I step into the entrance, Aya’s mother peeks out from the kitchen.

“Boyan, it’s been a while~!”

“Excuse me.”

I bow slightly, then raise my head. Aya’s mother’s face is in front of me.

“Come on in! And Hiroto, say hello too. Oh, Boyan, you’ve grown so much!”

Aya’s mother, much like Aya, is beautiful and talkative. She has black hair cut to about shoulder length and she’s smiling as she talks, shaking it busily. Unlike Aya, who seems to be forcing herself a bit, her mother is naturally cheerful. It’s interesting how when they stand together, Aya seems more composed.

“Mom, Boyan seems troubled.”

“But it’s been a while, hasn’t it? He hasn’t been over since the middle school graduation!”

After entering high school, I stopped visiting Aya’s house. I just felt bad about it, for both Aya and Tokita.

“Oh, it’s Boyan, sup.”

From the living room, a boy’s face pops out. It’s Aya’s younger brother, Hiroto.

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If I remember correctly, he’s in his second year of middle school this year. He has a somewhat blunt demeanor, but he still retains a friendly trace from the days when we used to play together a lot.

“Hiroto-kun, it’s been a while. You’ve gotten taller.”

“…Not as much as you, Boyan.”

Certainly, I’ve grown about 20 centimeters since entering high school. It’s not surprising that Hiroto is surprised.

I take off my shoes and step into the entrance. As I pass by the living room, my eyes meet Aya’s father, who’s sitting on the sofa.

“Oh, excuse me.”

I greet him and he replies with a somewhat awkward greeting, “Oh, welcome!”

Aya’s father has a stern look, resembling a trendy actor. Despite his tough appearance, he’s considerate like Aya, contrasting with her mother’s easygoing nature.

“Boyan, you’ve grown taller in just the time I haven’t seen you.”

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“Are you staying over today?”

“Huh…”

With just that one question from her father, I’m frozen in place.

“Wait, Dad, he’s not staying over!”

Aya protests against her father’s words.

Dad also casually mutters things like “Oh right, he’s a high school student now.”

The last time I stayed over at Aya’s house was probably back in sixth grade.

Well, from her father’s perspective, I’m probably still the same old Boyan from back then.

“Oh, Boyan, do you think Tokita will start coming over too?” Her father drops another hint.

“Isn’t that irrelevant now?” Aya protests. Her mother adds more fuel to the fire with, “He did come over to greet us before, right?”

For a while, I watch the interactions in the Nanto household.

They’re a warm and heartwarming family.

“Sorry, Boyan, you can go upstairs first.”

Aya prompts me and I leave the lively living room.

I climb the stairs and enter Aya’s room, a place I haven’t been to in a while.

The moment I open the door, a sweet scent tickles my nose.

Aya’s room is wrapped in warm-colored furniture and carpets.

The arrangement of the desk and bookshelf hasn’t changed from before.

While there are things placed somewhat haphazardly here and there, it’s not exactly messy.

It’s a room that reflects Aya’s free-spirited yet disciplined personality.

Looking at the bookshelf, I see a row of manga that Aya recently got into.

She mentioned that spy action genres are popular these days and her eyes would shine. When I joked that Aya, who’s so easy to read, wouldn’t make a great spy, she got visibly upset.

I can’t help but chuckle at that memory.

I find a corner where her elementary and middle school graduation albums are placed side by side.

There are probably several albums containing pictures of her friends and such.

It’s Aya’s corner of memories.

Aya doesn’t usually take pictures of herself.

She’s still a bit shy from her days of being shy around people, so she’s not comfortable with that. But if you invite her, she’ll happily agree.

As a result, Aya ends up with a large collection of photos of herself.

I’m not good with taking or being in photos either.

Photos of me and Aya probably only exist in our graduation albums. The rest would be in the camera her father used to snap pictures when we were in elementary school.

Lost in thought, I shift my gaze around.

Suddenly, I notice unfamiliar ornaments on a shelf.

A wooden panda and next to it a glass hemisphere… It’s definitely one of those snow globes.

Without a doubt, they’re presents from Tokita.

Neither of these really suits Aya’s taste.

There’s a gentle knock on the door.

“Boyan, open up~ I brought tea~”

I open the door and Aya stands there holding a tray with glasses and a bottle of barley tea.

“Thanks.”

I express my gratitude and take the tray from Aya’s hands, placing it on the low table in the middle of the room.

When I turn around, Aya is still by the door.

I slowly approach her.

Aya looks down and opens her mouth.

“You know… Dad suggested we all go out for dinner tonight. Will you come?”

“Yeah, I’d like to. What time?”

“Probably around 7.”

About three hours from now.

I didn’t plan on chatting or laughing with Aya. I didn’t plan on discussing the manga she’s into lately, spreading out old graduation albums for reminiscing, or asking about the mysterious ornament in the cupboard.

I just back Aya against the door.

A soft, sweet body odor mixed with the scent of sweat wafts towards me. It’s my favorite scent.

Gently placing my hand on her cheek, Aya looks up at me with upturned eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Aya’s eyes glisten.

I can tell words of hesitation like “This is my house” or “My parents are downstairs” are on the brink of escaping her throat.

But Aya doesn’t say them.

Because saying them would be pointless.

In the end, Aya is embraced by me.

Yes, it’s etched into her.

Over these two nights and three days.

Aya and I slowly bring our faces closer.

“Mmm… mwa, ha… ah, ahn… mmm, mwa…”

Aya’s seductive voice tingles in my eardrums and brain.

Her slender arms reach out and wrap around my neck.

I press Aya’s body against the door, indulging in its softness.

The air-conditioned room is still muggy.

I can feel the heat we generated this morning beneath the sheets.

“Wait… Boyan, let’s… on the bed… ah, ahn…”

I lift Aya’s skirt just slightly and touch her through her panties.

Sweat and juices have soaked through, making it damp.

Sounds from the living room downstairs seep through the door.

The whole family is probably watching a variety show.

Loud laughter from comedians delivering punchlines echoes.

“Boyan, not here… too loud… ah, no…”

“It’s okay.”

It’s fine.

No one’s coming upstairs.

Intuition tells me that.

I slide Aya’s panties aside and trace her slippery entrance with my fingertip.

Aya’s body shivers and a delicate sigh escapes her lips.

I can’t hold back anymore.

The excitement won’t subside.

My heart races faster and faster.

I can only think about embracing Aya.

Urged on by the moment, I hastily pull down Aya’s panties.

As they fall to her knees, I lift one of Aya’s legs and slide a foot out of the fabric.

This will do.

I also hurry to unbuckle my belt and partially lower my pants and underwear.

My rock-hard erection shamelessly springs forth.

Right now, I’m purely an animal.

I’m led astray by Aya, captivated by her, completely engrossed as a mere male.

But the intuition of a higher power doesn’t come to calm me down.

Following my intuition, I’ve endured my emotions all day.

I’ve wanted to hold Aya all day, just like now.

Unconsciously, Aya’s been seeking me all day.

Thanks to that, at the park, it was Aya who impatiently invited me to her house.

And now, even in this room.

Unconsciously, it’s Aya who’s been inviting me.

“Nh… Boyan, don’t stop the kiss…”

With teary eyes, Aya pleads and I fiercely capture her lips.

Our tongues exchange saliva, entwining with each other.

With wet sounds intentionally lewd, we compete to see who can make the more erotic kissing noises.

I insert my hand behind Aya’s knees and lift one leg.

Our tongues intertwining, I bend slightly and slip my erection under her skirt.

As I locate the entrance I’m aiming for with the tip, I thrust upwards from below and enter her.

“Mmm… haah… mwa, ah…”

My heated shaft penetrates her slick passage, her warm vaginal folds wrapping around it.

As I push my hips forward, Aya’s lifted leg opens wider.

A thud as the tip of my erection hits the ceiling.

In that moment, her inner walls squeeze my glans tightly.

Her warm vaginal folds move and press against my shaft, a sweet pressure engulfing it.

Her vaginal opening clenches around the base of my shaft, urging for release.

Her addictive tightness remains unchanged.

“Guh… Aya, your grip… it’s incredible…”

“Nh… Boyan, does it… hurt?”

“No, it’s really… pleasurable.”

“In that case, I’m glad… Ahh! Ah, aah…”

I thrust my hips upwards.

In a rhythm that matches my shape perfectly, I move fiercely.

Is it painful?

—It’s alright.

Good.

Aya seems to be enjoying the intense thrusting.

A squelching sound echoes in the room.

With her other leg lifted off the floor as well, I grab her thighs and lift her body.

It’s a position as if I were holding her in my arms.

“Wait… Ah, Boyan, it’s intense… Ah, ah… Ah, ah, ahh…!”

Her vaginal walls squeeze tightly.

Aya experiences a minor climax.

Truly sensitive.

I want to keep her all to myself even more.

While holding Aya in my arms, I press her back against the door and keep moving my hips.

Feeling the tightness of her inner walls and vaginal opening each time, I continue to thrust desperately.

I shake Aya, depriving her of all control over her body.

I want to keep her captive somewhere for life.

Dangerous impulses even flicker by.

I continue thrusting with single-minded determination, indulging in Aya’s vaginal depths.

The door rattles with each thrust.

I increase the speed of my pistoning.

“Ah, ah… Wait… Mmm, I’m going to… come again… Ah, ah, ah, ah…! Uh, uh, uh, uh…!”

Aya’s arms around my neck tighten.

She experiences a climax.

The tip and base of my shaft are squeezed tightly, an intense sensation of ejaculation overwhelming me.

“Ungh, I’m coming—”

I ejaculate towards Aya’s cervix.

My semen shoots upwards and is instantly sucked deep into her vagina.

Her vaginal folds grip and milk my shaft, trying to squeeze out every last drop of my release.

Encouraged by this, I continue to ejaculate.

Being forcefully drained feels incredibly satisfying, enough to make my hips tremble.

Aya clings to me, her arm around my neck, shivering as she looks up at the ceiling.

I sense Aya’s emotions, but they’re engulfed by the sensation of pleasure.

Mutual feelings running too strong, aren’t they?

Both Aya and I seem off today.

It’s like various restraints have been removed.

Perhaps the excitement of the school trip hasn’t entirely worn off yet.

By the time Aya’s and my breathing subsides, the sounds from downstairs have changed to a different TV program.

Seems like they’re airing a drama rerun.

I chuckled slightly as I heard the line from the male actor, “I love you”.

Come to think of it, I wonder if Hiroto is watching this with his parents.

He must be feeling pretty awkward, without a doubt.

“Boyan, can I get down?”

“Ah, sorry.”

As I slowly lower Aya down from my embrace, I withdraw my erection.

Aya is barely standing, leaning against my chest.

Liquid from both of us drips down from inside her skirt.

Sniffing audibly, Aya moves her nose.

She buries her face against my chest, as if she’s smelling me.

“Boyan, you smell sweaty…”

“Should we take a shower?”

“No, let’s do it later.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I like this smell.”

She said it for the first time.

I sense Aya’s feelings.

—Somehow, it’s calming.

Boyan’s scent.

Unchanging since long ago.

Always a reassuring scent.

But now, it makes my heart race.

I feel strange.

Since morning, I’ve been feeling odd.

Enveloped in this scent, my mind goes blank.

It’s so comfortable, yet it makes me anxious.

Is it okay to be here?

I don’t know.

I don’t want to think about it right now.

More.

I want to be enveloped even more.

Aya’s nose twitches, like that of a puppy.

Because of Aya’s actions, my groin starts to stiffen again.

Thanks to sleeping a lot during the journey, our stamina has been restored.

Aya probably feels the same way.

When I look at the clock hanging on the wall, it’s only 4:30.

Tomorrow, school starts again.

Daily life, the norms that bind Aya, will return.

I should have both Aya’s body and heart.

The only thing left is to change the reality of being ‘Tokita’s girlfriend’.

But I’ll avoid getting too involved.

Yes, intuition is guiding me.

I’ll do everything I can, but ultimately it’s up to Aya whether we part ways or not.

I could directly confront Tokita or encourage Aya to break up, but intuition won’t allow that.

I mustn’t give Aya reasons like ‘Because I was taken by Boyan’ or ‘Because Boyan told me to’.

Not because someone pushed her from behind.

Aya should think for herself, make the choice to break up with Tokita and act on it.

If not, I won’t truly have Aya.

—Cover it up.

So.

Even when I’m at school, I’ll consume Aya’s thoughts until they’re overwhelmed by me.

Melting her body, soothing her heart.

As her heart softens, her body melts even more.

As her body melts, her heart softens further.

Just keep repeating that.

“Aya, shall we go to the bed?”

“…Yeah.”

I took Aya’s hand.