Chapter 19: Getting awkward with a lovely childhood friend

Getting awkward with a lovely childhood friend

Aya immersed in pure pleasure, I too was reaching my limit.

Gently releasing Aya’s body, I leaned her against the door.

I withdrew my love-soaked left hand from her nectar, positioning it on my pants.

Kneeling down, I unfastened my belt and pulled down my pants along with the underwear.

My rock-hard member sprung out, vigorously.

While the lower half of my body cooled, my groin remained scorching hot.

Throbbing, pulsing, pre-cum leaked from the tip, moistening the glans.

Even in the throes of ecstasy, Aya’s gaze was locked onto what lay before her.

And then.

Extending her hand, she gently embraced my shaft.

“Hey, Aya…!”

Instinctively, I flinched.

I couldn’t quite comprehend the scene before me.

Aya was holding my throbbing erection.

An electric shock ran down my spine.

With her palm, she caressed my entire length and used her thumb to stimulate the underside.

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The sensation of her smooth hand softly rubbing, electrifying pleasure.

Amid the sweet tingling, Aya’s feelings reached me.

Boyan’s, hard.

It’s throbbing.

I wonder if it feels good to touch.

Boyan’s expression.

Seems pleasurable.

This was inside me.

Entering.

Aya slowly got on her knees, drawing closer to my groin. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

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When you do it with your mouth.

It feels good for a man.

Maybe even for Boyan.

As Aya slightly opened her mouth, she kissed the tip of my glans.

“Ugh.”

Overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, my groin trembled.

Soft lips pressed against the underside.

While keeping them pressed, her lips alternated between closing and parting.

With a slight “chu” sound as they briefly sealed, the sensation of orgasm surged from my testicles.

Something warm and slippery trailed along my glans.

Aya’s tongue peeked out between her lips, hesitantly licking.

Tasting me, timidly confirming.

Amid this unbelievable spectacle, my brain was firing with intense sparks.

Aya knelt before me, licking my shaft.

This was fellatio.

Just the sight of it was enough to push me towards climax.

An image never before shared with anyone.

A lewdness that could only be glimpsed through fantasies.

Lifting her blouse and bra, exposing her white breasts, Aya’s tongue danced over my penis.

Both of us on our knees, Aya was slightly leaning forward.

Because of this, her shapely, ample bosom hung downwards due to gravity.

Through the grip of her hand on my shaft and the motion of her tongue on my glans, I felt Aya’s emotions.

Boyan’s scent is here.

A heartwarming scent.

Kind of like this.

Does Boyan feel good?

How about this spot?

Boyan seems troubled.

Cute.

It feels good for him.

I’m glad.

Aya occasionally glanced at my expression, seeming to experiment with what would bring me pleasure.

She enclosed the tip of my glans with her lips, sucking lightly.

And then, her tongue meticulously licked the sensitive ridge of my glans.

It was both ticklish and pleasurable, a tantalizing form of oral pleasure.

I was already at my limit.

The sensations Aya provided, coupled with her emotions, were making my head feel like it was about to explode.

“Guuh…!”

A powerful orgasmic sensation surged, making my legs feel like they would give out.

I could no longer remain standing on my knees.

I let myself drop, assuming a sitting posture on the floor.

At that moment, Aya’s face followed, hovering over mine.

On all fours, she pressed herself forward, her face aligning with my groin.

Her lips wrapped around my fully erect member.

“Naah…”

The sensation of the glans being enveloped by her soft membrane.

Hot and slippery.

Her tongue, resembling that of a soft-bodied creature, coiled around my glans, tracing the rim with wetness.

As soon as I recognized it was Aya’s mouth, my hips started to lift involuntarily.

Unable to resist, I focused my awareness on the visual aspect.

Beneath me, I saw Aya’s chestnut hair at the back of her head.

Ahead of that, her blouse had ridden up, revealing a sweaty back.

The skirt had shifted, exposing the waistband of light blue underwear.

Aya’s tongue moved up and down my shaft, pulling me back into heightened sensitivity.

The muscles in my buttocks and thighs tensed, and I felt my anal sphincter contracting.

It was the sensation right before ejaculation.

In a follow-up, Aya’s emotions transmitted through the membrane.

Boyan’s growing.

I know this.

Just like when inside me.

It’s going to come out.

It’s okay, release it.

A lot.

Feels good.

Coming.

Guided by Aya’s feelings, something hot overflowed from my testicles.

No, I can’t.

Not anymore.

“I’m… coming!”

In that instant, an electric shock surged through me.

An overwhelming sense of release and pleasure.

From the depths of my rear, along with pleasure, something hot surged and ejaculated.

Splash, splash, my essence spilled into Aya’s mouth.

My semen was violating Aya’s oral cavity.

It felt good.

I want to release more.

“Unnh…!”

Aya let out a muffled voice.

Her shoulders quivered involuntarily.

Unbeknownst to me, I had pressed down on her shoulders.

This isn’t good.

Hastily, I removed my hands.

With a slight delay, Aya lifted her head slightly.

“Nngh, cough…!”

Aya seemed to be coughing.

It appeared she had detached from my shaft.

The recoil caused my member to bounce.

Splut, splut, the milky liquid continued to spurt, landing on Aya’s downward-turned face.

“Ah, wait, nngh…”

Aya voiced her confusion.

White streaks marked her face as she raised her head in bewilderment.

“Nggh, cough… nnkhh, ekhh…”

Aya was swallowing something lodged in her throat.

She choked and cleared her throat, making sounds.

In her reflexive coughing, semen dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Aya instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, but a drop, then another, dripped from between her fingers onto the floor.

I, captivated by Aya’s sensual form, was in a trance.

Breathing was difficult.

My groin remained heated, and the pleasure showed no signs of abating.

I felt a mixture of guilt and a sense of conquest over Aya’s stained appearance.

Aya, still with her hand near her mouth, averted her gaze.

Both of us breathed heavily.

The dim, humid art preparation room was filled with the rough exhalations of two people.

Probably about five minutes had passed in this manner.

I was seated, my lower half fully exposed.

Aya, her chest exposed, her hand near her mouth.

Aya’s eyes were wavering.

Her cheeks were a deep shade of red.

Looking at her, it was clear she was reflecting on what she had just done.

‘Embarrassed to the point of death’ was written all over her face.

For my part, I felt awkward too and remained wordless.

Suddenly, a noise came from outside.

Footsteps, more than one person’s, entered the art room.

It seemed that someone had come in to fetch something from the art preparation room.

Aya and I exchanged glances simultaneously.

Both of us hurriedly adjusted our clothes.

Having restored my underwear and pants a little ahead, I surveyed the interior of the art preparation room.

On the second shelf of a cupboard, I spotted a box of wet wipes.

Crawling over in haste, I retrieved the box.

“Aya, look this way.”

As I approached Aya, I wiped away the fluids that had adhered to her face, chin, and lips using wet wipes.

“Thanks.”

“Let’s go.”

Next, I gathered the scattered paints on the floor and roughly placed them back into their boxes.

No one had entered this room yet.

Intuition was telling me that.

Despite this, I felt oddly rushed.

I gathered about ten boxes of paints in one hand and stood up.

About to grasp the doorknob, I hesitated.

When I looked back, Aya had a puzzled expression on her face.

I grabbed one box of paints and handed it to her.

“Could you carry one?”

“Sure…”

Aya cradled it carefully.

I opened the door with a click and stepped outside.

There were several students in the art room.

Unfamiliar faces, probably from different grades.

Aya and I left the art room, pretending that we had come to retrieve paints.

Both of us walked down the corridor in silence.

We passed by a few students.

Everyone seemed busy with preparations for the cultural festival.

“Sorry, Boyan, I’m going to use the restroom.”

“Sure…”

Aya disappeared into the girls’ restroom, holding onto the box of paints.

As I waited for Aya, I recalled the events that had just transpired.

It felt like I had experienced it in a dream.

– Get a hold of yourself.

No, I am composed.

It’s just that I’m feeling light and floaty.

Aya had willingly…

Buried her face in my groin.

This is bad.

Even though I had just ejaculated, my lower abdomen was heating up again.

– Get used to it.

That’s impossible.

It’s different from having sex.

Until now, I had always initiated things.

To think that Aya would…

– Of course she would.

– Don’t let yourself be manipulated.

Right.

It’s only natural for me.

– Don’t be swayed.

Yes.

I’m the one in control.

Oh, well.

For Aya to perform oral…

It’s natural, isn’t it?

No, calm down.

Until I clearly declare my relationship with Aya, after breaking up with Tokita.

I shouldn’t be swayed by Aya.

“Sorry for the wait…”

Aya returned, looking at the floor of the corridor.

The tips of her hair were slightly damp.

She must have rinsed her mouth or washed her face.

Awkwardness filled the air.

I know the reason.

I had forcefully eased Aya’s heart, liberating her.

Her emotions surrendered to me.

Our walls disappeared, and the sense of distance blurred.

“Sorry about that…”

I inadvertently apologized.

“Yeah, it was a bit bitter…”

“Huh?”

“What? Oh…”

Aya’s face flushed red again.

Well, that’s certainly embarrassing.

She must have realized that wasn’t the reason for my apology.

– Calm down.

– Calm down.

– Calm down.

It’s impossible.

I can’t get used to Aya’s cuteness.

I want to hug her again.

I want to kiss her right now.

At the very least, I want to hold her hand…

Suppressing various desires, Aya and I returned to the classroom, maintaining a facade of normalcy.