Chapter 18: Painting over a frightened childhood friend

Painting over a frightened childhood friend

Aya and I held our breaths, listening to the situation outside the door.

The footsteps of her female friends echoed around the art room.

“Oh, isn’t this the paint?”

“Should we carry it?”

“Where did Aya go?”

“Maybe the restroom?”

“Let’s wait.”

The sound of chairs scraping against the floor indicated that they were gathering around a table.

“Seems like Aya and someone went on a double date to an amusement park.”

“Who?”

“Ah, Aya and her friends.”

“I see.”

The incident from Sunday seemed to have become a double date rumor.

Did Tokita spread it?

“I hope they explode with happiness forever.”

“They’re like lovebirds.”

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“Tokita’s genuinely a good guy.”

It appeared that Tokita was quite popular among the girls.

Well, I understand.

Before dating Aya, he seemed to have received confessions from a few others.

Suddenly, I noticed that one of the paint boxes Aya was holding was tilting and about to fall. I steadied the box and placed it back in its stack.

Aya seemed too paralyzed to notice what had just happened.

“Tokita was confessed to by a first-year student the other day.”

“When?”

“He apparently turned her down easily.”

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“Aya, you’re loved.”

“I’m so envious.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to have a devoted boyfriend.”

“Well, that’s probably because it’s Aya.”

“Huh, is that how it is?”

“Guess so, it’s Aya after all.”

“We can totally support them.”

Suddenly, the conversation came to a halt.

“To be honest, if Tokita and Aya weren’t together…”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think we wouldn’t stand a chance?”

“Huh? Why bring this up now?”

“Remember back then, how I heard that Lin-senpai from the basketball club was also interested in Aya?”

“Ah, that?”

“Yeah, if Tokita and Aya weren’t together, could we have been friends with her like we are now?”

Aya’s shoulders trembled slightly.

I used my body to keep the paint box from falling.

“…We’re friends, aren’t we? She’s a good kid.”

“Well, yeah, I guess so.”

“That’s right.”

Her friends tried to lift the mood with brighter voices.

For a moment, there was an unsettling atmosphere.

This was probably the kind of air that Aya always feared.

Being more sensitive than others, Aya was probably always afraid of this.

Suddenly, loud footsteps approached from the hallway.

“Hey, slacking off, are we?”

It was Tokita’s voice.

“Oh, the rumormonger Tokita.”

“Trying to copy Edato, aren’t you?”

The tone of her friends’ voices raised by an octave.

“Hey, where’s Aya?”

Tokita’s footsteps roamed around the art room.

“Well, maybe in the restroom?”

“What’s ‘toilet’ in English?”

They laughed, sounding oddly cheerful.

“Oh, Tokita, here you go.”

“Hmm?”

“Here, a souvenir from Aya.”

They seem to show Tokita the paint box Aya had placed on the table earlier.

It sounded like they were asking him to carry it.

“Hey, you guys.”

Tokita laughed in a somewhat exasperated voice.

There was a sense of ease in his tone.

It seemed that Tokita was also being genuine here.

“Lies, lies, let’s carry it together, leader.”

“Alright then, at least let’s each take one, I’ll handle the rest.”

“Oh, nice job, guys.”

“Well… anyone can carry something like this…”

As they exchanged these words, their footsteps faded away down the hallway.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Aya’s irregular sighs could be heard.

She clutched the paint box tightly, trembling slightly.

Tears seemed ready to spill from the corners of her eyes.

Aya was still quite the crybaby.

Back when we were in fifth grade and in the same class with Aya, my first impression of her was that she seemed lacking in confidence.

I don’t know what had happened in her previous class.

Aya never talked about it.

I figured there might have been something like bullying going on in her class.

Perhaps that became her trauma.

When we first met, Aya was reserved, even fidgety when talking to people.

Now, Aya before me was the same as back then.

Her slightly clinging body allowed Aya’s emotions to flow into me.

‘I guess I really shouldn’t change. I can’t change. If I change… I’ll break. Everything will break. I’ll definitely be hated. I’ll definitely break. It’s painful. Between me and Boyan. Boyan and me. But… I’ll break. No. I don’t want to. But…’

Aya’s heart was in chaos and fear.

She couldn’t control her emotions.

She was breathing heavily, sounding distressed.

It seemed she might start hyperventilating and collapse at any moment.

I had never seen Aya lose control like this.

In the past, I might have been speechless and lost control myself.

One wrong word, one wrong gesture, and I might trigger Aya’s biggest emotional landmine.

All the careful approach I had built up with Aya might go to waste.

A precarious situation.

However, my heart was curiously calm.

Was it because of God’s intuition giving me confidence?

That played a part, but…

Aya wanted to change.

With me.

Amidst her tumultuous feelings, a glimmer of hope was visible.

Just that was enough to dispel my fears.

Before, no matter how things turned out, there was zero possibility.

With just hope, I became invincible.

– Embrace her gently.

God’s intuition was guiding me towards the best course of action.

I embraced Aya, enveloping her in my arms.

“No… I don’t want to…”

Aya softly refused.

“In a low voice, slowly…”

“It’s okay.”

I whispered into her ear.

In a low voice, slowly…

“Stroke her back.”

I gently stroked Aya’s damp back three times.

From the top to the bottom along her spine, a calming motion.

She let out a slight breath, releasing a bit of tension.

“Breathe in sync.”

I synchronized my breath with Aya’s irregular breathing, inhaling and exhaling along with her.

Our chests rose and fell in unison.

I guided her back to regular breathing.

Aya’s breath gradually began to steady.

– Kiss her twice.

I planted soft kisses on Aya’s lips, gentle pecks.

A faint sound, “chu, chu”, echoed in the art preparation room.

The sound reverberated within the room and returned to our eardrums.

Our hearts began to calm.

“I’ll always…”

“Aya, I’ve liked you for a long time.”

Intuition led to these words.

Our relationship is the one thing that will never break, no matter what happens. That fact just needs to be conveyed.

Aya’s eyes, which had been unfocused until a moment ago, were now fixed on me.

“That’s not fair, Boyan…”

――Kiss her again.

Before my intuition could even finish the thought, I kissed Aya.

“Mm…”

I pressed my lips against her half-opened lips.

Her soft lips pushed back slightly against mine.

I could feel Aya’s heart.

――Why.

Why is it so calming?

Why can I feel safe?

I don’t understand this.

I don’t know.

It’s scary.

I’m leaning on Boyan again.

Enveloped by Boyan.

Feeling secure.

I’m no good, no good.

Boyan would be happier with someone else.

Someone better.

I’m scared.

I’m so inadequate.

It’s only because Boyan and I happened to be childhood friends.

If Boyan were to disappear…

I would…

A future where he’s gone, everything breaks apart.

That kind of future doesn’t exist, Aya.

What exists is only the present.

The time we spend together, right now.

――I love…

Before intuition could form the words, I spoke.

“I’ll be by your side, Aya. That will only continue from now on.”

“…Yeah.”

Perhaps it’s not exactly what intuition led me to say.

But for Aya right now, this seemed better.

Not to lead Aya astray, but to save her.

Slowly.

I can sense a warm fire kindling in Aya’s heart.

Her uneasiness fading away.

The guilt-like feeling gradually diminishing.

――Thank you, Boyan.

Instead of speaking those words, Aya pressed her head into my chest.

She rubbed her forehead against me, seeming comfortable.

I gently placed my hand on Aya’s cheek, buried in the area around her chest.

Quietly, Aya tilted her face upward.

Her eyes were fixed on me, straight and unwavering.

Naturally, our lips met.

From there, our bodies pressed against each other.

“Mm… nchu, nnn, chua, nnn, nero, nchu nnn…”

As if releasing a held breath, our tongues intertwined.

I held Aya tightly, unable to resist.

The box of paint I had been holding spilled from Aya’s chest.

The spilled paints leapt out of the box, scattering and rolling across the floor.

Aya freed both of her hands and placed them on my back.

With a seeking touch, her palms brushed against me.

While gently licking Aya’s smooth tongue, I slipped one hand into her skirt.

Today, Aya was wearing soft, fluffy underwear.

Tracing the fabric, I could feel it growing damp as I moved downward.

“Ahh, n…”, Aya let out a cute voice between kisses.

If her panties got any wetter, she might feel uncomfortable later.

Swiftly, I slid my hand inside her underwear.

I caressed her lower abdomen, traced her soft mound, and let my finger wander toward the center of the moist area.

I nestled my middle finger into the warm, slippery entrance.

“Yah, ahhn…”, Aya’s voice rang out surprisingly sweetly.

The sound of her voice next to my ear sent waves of excitement through every cell in my body, concentrating blood flow to my groin.

Despite already being painfully erect, I throbbed with the urge to be inside Aya.

Stirring the lubricated interior of her vagina, I mixed it with a squelching sound.

The gentle pressure of her soft flesh tightened around my fingers.

“Boyann, ahh… like that, fingers, nn…”

Aya’s hips quivered, her legs giving way.

Losing her balance, she leaned back slightly until her back hit the door.

The thin door reverberated with an exaggerated thud.

With her back against the door, Aya struggled to stand.

My fingers were gradually engulfed by Aya’s weight as they entered her vaginal opening.

Overflowing love juices trailed down my fingers to my knuckles.

I bent my fingers inside her vagina, slowly coaxing out her sweet nectar.

With each lewd squelch, Aya let out delicate moans.

“Ah, mo…”

Her legs and back were reaching their limits.

Aya, still leaning against the door, sank down, her movements unsteady.

With my fingers still inside her, I crouched down to match her position.

Crossing her knees, Aya sat on her heels.

My hand remained buried in her thigh’s flesh pressure as my fingertips continued to caress her innermost depths.

“Fuh… nnaa, ku… nnu…”

Aya twisted in ecstasy, trying to release the pleasure building within her.

Pressing her knuckles against her mouth, she struggled to muffle her voice.

Watching her struggle, a thrilling excitement surged within me.

Cornered with no escape.

Helplessly manipulated by me.

Aya writhed in pleasure, resembling a helpless prey, triggering the primal desire deep within me.

I wanted to violate Aya more, completely engulfing her body and mind, painting over and obliterating her very being.

“Aya, move your hand.”

I grasped her weak wrist and gently moved it away.

Aya closed her lips tightly, futile resistance.

With my finger, I rubbed the raised area on the backside of her vagina.

It had been particularly responsive since earlier.

“Ah…!”

Aya’s body twitched, and she let out a wistful cry.

Seizing the opportunity, I captured her half-open lips in a kiss.

Sucking and chewing on her lips and tongue, I alternated between releasing her and savoring her lewd moans.

“Ah, ahh, han… ah, nnchuah, nn… pah, ah, yahhnnnn…”

Amidst her screams, Aya shook her shoulders, her painful movements synchronized with the intense kisses.

Warm breaths escaped her half-parted lips, each exhale releasing the accumulated heat from within her blouse, creating a sensuous blend of Aya’s scent, sweat, and lust that filled the air.

I wanted to make her feel even better, intensifying the pleasure to a point she’d only experience now.

While caressing the vagina with my left hand, I slipped my right hand inside her blouse.

I lifted the fabric and slid it upward, revealing a light blue bra.

White breasts spilled out, swaying gently.

Spreading my palm as if lifting the substantial lower breast, I grasped the round bosom with a squish.

“Ah, nn…”

I kneaded the sweaty orbs, rubbing the slippery mounds.

In the center of the large, soft flesh, I felt a pointed protrusion.

Gently massaging, I kneaded her nipple with my index finger.

“Ah, ahhn, don’t touch my breasts…”

Tears streamed down Aya’s face.

Unable to move, relentlessly tormented in her sensitive areas, she must have reached the peak of arousal.

Aya’s feelings flowed into me.

“No.”

Feels good.

Where Boyan touches.

Everything.

Everything is so hot.

Getting weird.

Ah, Boyan’s fingers.

No.

The fingers moving inside.

No.

There.

No…

Is it here?

Relying on Aya’s heart’s reaction, I explored more sensitive spots.

And I found it.

A rough spot on the vaginal wall.

Tapping it gently and occasionally rubbing against it.

“Ahhn, ah, there, stop, no, nnn, uuuhhhh!”

Convulsions rocked her body, and Aya climaxed.

She grabbed my arm tightly, trembling with pleasure.

Aya’s feelings rushed in.

“Why.”

Can’t calm down.

I’ll come again.

Feels too good.

Can’t stop.

No.

Again…

“…ahh, no, Boyan… my body feels strange…”

Even amidst her orgasm, it seemed another wave of climax was approaching.

“Don’t hold back, you can come”, I said.

Using the pad of my remaining thumb, I located the small protrusion near the vaginal opening—the clitoris—and gently manipulated it.

“Nn――Ah, ah, no, no, nooo――!”

As Aya reached climax, she buried her face in my shoulder.

The gasps and moans uttered at such close proximity sent shivers through my eardrums.

My brain felt like it was melting away.

Wanting to hear more, I continued with gentle caresses.

“Stop… ahh… again… ahh… nooo… no, ahh… nooo, nooo, ahh――!”

Aya let out high-pitched cries, her body convulsing.

Her voice, hoarse and raspy, sounded incredibly provocative.

In my arms, Aya was experiencing orgasm after orgasm.

She had entrusted her heart to me, completely at ease.

Aya was incredibly sensitive to every stimulation I provided.