Chapter 16: I stroked the head of my sleeping childhood friend

I stroked the head of my sleeping childhood friend

Aya and I held hands as we boarded the gondola.

Facing each other, Aya and I sat down, and the attendant closed the door.

Slowly, the gondola started floating up.

A sticker on the window read, “One round takes fifteen minutes.”

I savored the smooth sensation of Aya’s hand.

It had been a while since I touched her.

Just a week ago, we had kissed at the entrance of the family restaurant.

My heart is pounding intensely.

The world I had been gazing at blankly until a moment ago becomes clear as if it were a lie.

Now, I can sensitively perceive Aya’s touch, her scent, her wrist’s pulse, and even her breath.

Aya’s white thighs, extending from her shorts, are dazzling.

Shifting my gaze to her chest, the knitted fabric forms a large round bulge that moves up and down slowly.

Moving my gaze further, the slightly moist nape of her neck, the graceful line of her chin, and her lips, on the verge of bursting, capture my attention one after another.

Her well-structured face remains as captivating as ever.

Though relatively youthful-looking, she’s makeup-free today, staying within the realm of ‘adorable charm’, but with makeup, she’d easily transform into a ‘beautiful woman’.

Moving my gaze from her incredibly soft lips, I trace her straight nose.

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Her round double eyelids are… closed.

Aya leaned her head against the window rail, her eyes shut.

Seems like exhaustion has finally caught up to her, and she’s dozed off as soon as she sat down.

Suddenly, Aya’s inner thoughts came through the hand I was holding.

― Awkward.

Pretended to fall asleep.

Will we do naughty things, Boyan?

Probably.

It’s hot.

Sweated a lot, so I might smell. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

Embarrassing.

Oh, my hand’s sweaty.

Boyan.

Are we going to do it already?

What should I do?

My heart is so loud.

Shouldn’t have closed my eyes…

Aya was pretending to sleep.

― Blame her.

God’s intuition is goading me.

My desires and urges for pleasure and love are about to explode.

I’ve been holding back for a week.

My crotch is so tight it hurts.

Images of what I’m about to do flood in.

First, I’ll kiss her and capture that soft tongue.

Inhale Aya’s sweet scent deeply into my nose.

Gently massage her ample breasts, so big they don’t fit in my palm, over the knit fabric.

Slide my hand down, grab the hem of her shorts, and lift it all at once.

Move aside her generously-sized bra.

Cup her exposed white breasts in my hand, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Tease and pinch her already stiffened nipples, enjoying Aya’s cute reactions.

With my other hand, undo her shorts’ zipper, slip my hand inside her panties.

Stroke her likely damp wetlands, gently dipping my fingertips into her moist depths.

Stirring her love juices slowly, enter her loosened vaginal walls.

When I rub that especially sensitive, slightly rough spot with my fingertip, Aya should moan in my mouth.

Engage our tongues together and lead her to climax.

We only have fifteen minutes, so I might be able to make Aya come once.

― Tease her now, then ravish her later.

That might be good too.

Tease her here without letting her climax, then take her to a park on our way back.

Bring her to climax multiple times.

Devour Aya’s body until deep into the night.

Etch pleasure into Aya.

Cover her more and more with me.

Such impulses are boiling up inside me.

But.

I restrained… the urge.

Without doing anything, I gazed outside.

― Blame her.

― Blame her.

― Blame her.

Intuition rushes urgently.

Ah.

I know.

I know.

I’m at my limit too.

However.

Aya is sleep-deprived today.

Probably pushing herself since morning.

Down after losing at the tournament.

Lack of sleep, exhaustion still present.

Acting energetic to not burden Tokita and Yukari.

So.

At a time like this, I want to let her sleep.

As expected.

Tension gradually dissipates from the hand held by Aya.

Shutting her eyes, she must be hit by sudden drowsiness.

Even Aya’s inner thoughts have quieted down.

― Feels good.

Here.

Calm.

Boyan’s hand.

The scent.

Gentle.

…Boyan.

“Yeah?”

Unintentionally, I responded to her inner voice.

― Goodnight.

“Yeah, goodnight.”

I gently stroke Aya’s head.

Her inner thoughts have become inaudible.

After a while, the gondola reaches the top of the ferris wheel.

Lights begin to twinkle in the twilight city.

This situation, stroking Aya’s head as she sleeps, is quite something.

Aya must have been really tired.

No matter how much I stroke her, she sleeps soundly without any response.

The gondola slowly descends back to the ground.

I’d like to go for another round, but an attendant approaches.

“Aya, wake up. We’re getting off, okay?”

I gently stroke Aya’s cheek.

“….Yeah, okay….”

With her eyes still closed, Aya smiles faintly.

Seems like Aya is still groggy.

Not surprising.

I support Aya, as if carrying her, and we get off the gondola together.

Holding Aya’s slightly fluffy hand, we leave the ferris wheel area.

I’d like to have her sit on a bench and let her sleep a bit more, but it seems time’s running out.

― It’s coming.

I quickly distance myself from Aya.

“Aya, I found you!”

Tokita comes running from the distance.

“Where were you?” Tokita asks, to which I casually reply, “I was looking for everyone.”

Then, Aya’s smartphone trembles slightly.

It’s probably an incoming call from Yukari.

Sleepy-eyed, Aya answers the phone, carefully holding it with both hands so as not to drop it.

“Ah, Yukari? Yeah, sorry… Yeah, I was in the restroom… Yeah, I’ll come now… Yeah, wait for me…”

When the three of us arrive at the initial meeting point, Yukari is waiting.

As soon as she sees us, she rushes over and embraces Aya.

“Ahh, Aya, you’re still sleepy, aren’t you?”

“It’s okay… We can still play a little more, right?”

Aya murmurs, half-closing her eyelids.

I let out a light sigh before addressing Yukari and Tokita.

“It might cost a bit, but how about we all take a taxi back?”

The four of us get into the taxi waiting at the entrance of the amusement park.

Aya, Tokita, and Yukari take the back seats in that order.

I sit in the front passenger seat and tell the driver the destination.

The taxi starts moving.

Soon, Yukari speaks up from the back.

“Hey, are you sure we don’t need to chip in?”

“Yeah, Aya and I live close by, and we’re just dropping you two off on the way. Plus, when I called Aya’s parents earlier, they said they’d cover the whole cost.”

“I see, feels kind of bad…”

“I’ll properly thank them on your behalf.”

As I say that, I glance at the back seats.

Aya is resting her head against the window frame.

She fell asleep as soon as she got in.

I turn my gaze forward.

The rearview mirror faces the driver, so I can’t see what’s happening in the back seats.

Behind me, Yukari laughs.

“Hehe… Aya fell asleep. Her sleeping face looks so childlike.”

“Hey, Aya’s gonna wake up. Let her sleep”, Tokita promptly warns.

After that, no one speaks.

After a while, I softly address the back seats.

“Yukari-san, your house is in this direction, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ll let you know when we get close.”

Yukari whispers back in a small voice.

When I steal a glance and turn around.

I catch sight of Yukari looking at me from the back seat, and Aya snuggling up to Tokita.

Presumably, Tokita pulled Aya closer while she was asleep.

Aya has her head resting on Tokita’s shoulder, and Tokita is looking out of the window.

A sense of determination seems to flicker in Tokita’s expression.

“Let’s treasure each other more”, or something like that.

I wonder if he’s thinking about wanting to be intimate.

I turn back to the front and tell the driver.

“In a little while, the road will split into two. Take the right path.”

I won’t see the back seats again.

Oddly, I’m not curious or interested in what’s happening back there.

In the past, I would have been unable to help but feel restless about it.

Eventually, we enter a familiar-looking neighborhood.

“Hey, the amusement park was fun, huh?”

Perhaps because we’re nearing the end, Yukari starts speaking quietly.

“Yeah, Aya seemed to be having a good time too… Thanks for the tickets.”

Tokita responds in a hushed voice.

“Oh, no problem… Did you enjoy your amusement park date?”

“Yeah, it was the first time we went to an amusement park together.”

“Oh, really?”

Seems like the two of them started discussing their love lives. They talk about where they’ve been and what they’ve done so far.

“By the way, where did you go on your first date?” Yukari asks, and Tokita starts to ponder.

“Ah, I think it was… the aquarium. We went to so many places that it’s all jumbled up in my head…”

It was a movie.

Today is a week after Aya accepted Tokita’s confession.

The two of them went to see a movie.

When I asked Aya about her thoughts on their first date, I remember her blushing and saying, ‘I was so nervous that I couldn’t really focus on what was happening… but I had fun.’

She said that while smiling, and she looked so adorable.

Looking back now, I realize that was the moment I put a lid on my own feelings of affection.

Tokita still hasn’t realized that today is the anniversary of his first date with Aya.

Probably, he’s never celebrated an anniversary like this before.

Well, I think guys aren’t very good at remembering those things.

Aya isn’t the type to initiate celebrating anniversaries either.

But she still treasures the movie ticket stub.

Aya must have been waiting for this day.

Unconsciously, I suppose.

So, she tried not to see me as much as possible.

She wanted to confirm something.

Maybe the bond or whatever between her and Tokita, someone she’s been in a relationship with for years.

And yet.

“Oh, Tokita-kun, you’re on the cultural festival committee, right?”

“Yeah, this year, our class and the other class are teaming up for a haunted house, so both of you, I’m counting on your help.”

The topic has suddenly shifted to the upcoming cultural festival.

Right after the school trip, it’s quite a packed schedule with the cultural festival.

So, our grade usually collaborates with another grade to put on an event.

I remember the date of the event was… when was it?

“Isn’t the cultural festival in two weeks?”

I ask the two in the back.

“Hey, boy, how spaced out can you be? It’s next Friday and Saturday. We have less than a week left, so get your act together”, Tokita rebukes.

“Boyyan, you were helping other grades with preparations since before the school trip, right…?”

Their exasperated voices are painful to my ears.

“Starting tomorrow, we’re going to start preparing. I’m really counting on you guys… Since the haunted house used props from last year’s seniors, we should be able to reuse those.”

Tokita begins discussing the arrangements for the cultural festival.

Eventually, I drop off Yukari in front of her house, and after a short drive, I drop off Tokita too.

“Alright, I’m counting on you with Aya.”

“Yeah.”

After exchanging farewells with Tokita, the taxi starts moving again.

“After a while, I said to the driver, ‘Could you stop for a moment? I’ll move to the back.’”

“The taxi stopped, and I got into the back seat.”

“I pulled Aya, who was leaning against the window frame, towards me.”

“I hugged her soft, completely relaxed body tightly.”

Then Aya’s eyelids twitched.

“Huh… Boyan’s scent…?”

“Aya, good morning. We’ll be home soon.”

“I see… That’s good…”

She opened her eyes slightly and smiled softly.

Aya in her morning disarray was still unbelievably cute.

I pressed my lips against hers as if being drawn in.

Aya giggled as we kissed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hmm? Boyan, you’re naughty…”

Aya’s palm was touching my groin.

I couldn’t resist any longer, pushed Aya onto the seat and locked lips.

“Ah, mmm, mmph… mm, chuah, ha… mmm, mm…”

Either still half-asleep or not, Aya’s lips were tender.

She easily allowed my tongue to invade, and my mouth ravaged hers aggressively.

I caught Aya’s tongue with mine and licked it in a slippery, playful manner.

With each taste of her smooth tongue, a thrilling sensation tingled in my head.

Kissing Aya was as pleasurable as ever.

“Excuse me, passengers…” the driver interrupted.

“Sorry, continue driving”, I responded.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw the surprised expression on the driver’s face.

The taxi resumed its journey.

I immediately attacked Aya’s lips again.

Our palms moved between our closely pressed bodies, and I squeezed her soft breasts.

“Aya, hmm… mmm, nn… mmph, nnch…”

I didn’t even give Aya a chance to catch her breath as I fondled her sweaty, elastic flesh.

Aya released sighs into my mouth repeatedly and let out poignant moans.

“Aya, stick out your tongue.”

“Huh? …Mmm.”

Perhaps due to just waking up, Aya obediently extended her tongue.

It was small and had an incredibly erotic peachy-pink mucous membrane that I sucked on.

“Mmm, ngyu, n… nreo, ah, nnnnn…”

I sucked her tongue as if I might swallow it whole.

A muffled sound resonated from deep within her as my finger tightened on her breast.

“Ahn, oh…”

Lewd sounds escaped Aya’s lips.

It could be due to the sweat-dampened fabric or how deeply my hand was buried in her chest.

Through her summer knit top and bra, I could feel her small, hard nipples.

I wanted to slip my hand into her clothes and caress her bare skin.

But we would arrive at Aya’s house soon.

Besides, I didn’t want the driver to hear any more of Aya’s lewd noises.

No choice.

I needed to calm down.

Today, it seemed like I was constantly holding back.

I gradually eased the pressure of my hands kneading her breasts.

I gradually returned Aya’s tongue to her mouth.

I made sure to carefully suck and lick, so saliva wouldn’t spill from the gaps.

The beloved sensation was gradually slipping away.

Space emerged between our chests.

Our lips continued to make contact, repeating “chu, chu, chu” as if regretful.

Even that sound slowly faded away.

Once we turned that corner, we’d be at Aya’s house.

“Aya, get a good sleep.”

“Can I… sleep?”

Though half-blaming me, Aya seemed completely flushed.

Even in her groggy state, she appeared to be excited.

“Don’t worry, Aya can fall asleep in five seconds.”

I stroked Aya’s head.

Aya narrowed her eyes like a cat and smiled with contentment.

“Okay, I’ll sleep in three seconds…”

What in the world?

I couldn’t help but laugh.

With a screech of brakes, the taxi came to a halt.

We were in front of Aya’s familiar house.

The door opened, and Aya got out.

She turned back and weakly waved her hand.

Her white hairpin was almost falling off, and her bangs were back in place.

Watching her like that.

My heart was incredibly tranquil.

…One more week.

The intuition of God has been whispering to me like that since earlier.

One week.

It seems to be the time until I can fully possess Aya.

“Let me out”, I tell the driver.

Slowly, the taxi starts moving.

I walk ahead, down the road.

At the cultural festival.

I will completely take Aya away from Tokita.

A stronger conviction than ever before was calming me down.