Chapter 24: Confessed to by my childhood friend

Confessed to by my childhood friend

Aya and I trembled in sync, convulsing minutely, while our breaths remained ragged and synchronized.

I kept grinding against Aya repeatedly.

At the same time, it felt as if Aya was grinding against me.

Or maybe, it could be Aya’s sensation.

—Feels good.

Feels good.

Always.

Being together is nice.

The boundary between our consciousness dissolved and what flowed in was no longer clear whose emotions they were.

“Aya…”

I called out her name as if searching for her consciousness.

“Boyan…”

I heard Aya’s voice and finally, I could grasp the outline of my own body.

“Boyan, you’re still twitching… Why…?”

Whispered into my ear, those words assaulted me with a sense of ejaculation.

I pulled Aya’s hips closer, forcefully injecting semen.

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Throbbing, pulsating, my member bounced with pleasure.

Simultaneously, Aya’s body shook intensely.

“Ah, uuuhh—!”

As I felt Aya climax once again, I squeezed out every last drop of semen from my testicles and urethra.

It was a dry ejaculation, nearly without substance.

But it was incredibly pleasurable.

There was no sense of time.

How much time had passed?

“Haa, haa…”

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I showered Aya with kisses, releasing an overwhelming sense of endearment coursing through my entire body.

Flushed cheeks, closed eyelids, sweaty forehead, wet lips, delicate neck, beautiful collarbone, soft breasts, perky erect nipples… I planted kissing sounds—chuu, chuu—countless times.

Even though it should have ended, the feeling of another beginning lingered.

Sensations of pleasure were unstoppable.

I was seized by the urge to rock Aya again.

At that moment, the nearby outdoor light flickered.

—Stop it.

Divine intuition issued a warning.

I abruptly broke my lips away from Aya’s soft skin.

…That was close.

If things continued, we might have kept going until morning.

At least there was a time limit.

If I held Aya back any longer, her family might get worried.

Besides, Aya probably wanted to talk with me.

I slid my hand beneath Aya’s thighs, her consciousness still floating gently and lifted her slowly.

With a soft sound, my member slipped out, grazing against her vaginal folds.

Just that was enough to trigger another wave of pleasure, but I held back.

With all the strength of my resolve, I severed our connection and gently lowered Aya.

As Aya got off the bench, she held onto my shoulder and stood up.

In the process, liquid trickled down from Aya’s thighs.

I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket.

Then, Aya whispered with a tremor in her voice.

“It’s okay… I have tissues.”

Aya took tissues out of her skirt pocket.

“Boyan, look… that way.”

I turned as instructed.

I also took some tissues and wiped my private area.

Feeling the lingering traces of a faint pleasure all over my body, I somehow managed to put on my pants and underwear.

Then I gazed absentmindedly at the blinking outdoor light while waiting.

“Here, all good.”

When I turned toward the voice, Aya, who had straightened her blouse, stood there.

However, there were wrinkles here and there on her blouse and skirt, exuding a post-atmosphere.

Her hair was slightly disheveled too and well… she looked incredibly seductive.

No, no.

In my mind, I mentally slapped my cheek, then I sat Aya down on the bench next to me.

The cool night breeze felt pleasant against our heated bodies.

Perhaps because of the intense skin-to-skin contact we had just shared, our proximity felt closer than before.

Wanting to feel each other as much as possible, wanting to touch each other.

Such feelings intersected.

I held Aya’s hand with one hand and was about to stroke her head with the other… but then I stopped myself.

“Sorry, I messed up your hair.”

“It’s okay, I’m taking a bath soon anyway.”

Seeing my floating hand, Aya giggled softly.

“It’s fine, you can touch.”

With her consent, I gently stroked Aya’s head.

Running my fingers through her silky brown hair, Aya leaned her head closer.

“I, well… I have a date with Tokita this weekend.”

Aya nervously confessed.

“Is that after the cultural festival, on Sunday?”

I responded casually, as if engaging in small talk.

“Yeah, the day after the cultural festival… Sunday.”

“Oh, really?”

“…Show a bit more interest.”

Aya slightly pouted and a bit of her tension eased.

“Where are you going on the date?”

“I haven’t decided… yet.”

“Is that so?”

“And also… um…”

Aya’s voice trembled as she continued.

Her clenched fist conveyed her emotions as well, shaking.

It seemed she couldn’t find the words for what came next – her mouth opened and closed slightly.

The force in Aya’s clenched fist transmitted her emotions to me.

—I’m scared.

A lot.

Terrified.

But…

I can’t be with Tokita anymore.

However…

Still, it’s scary.

Me.

Why am I like this?

Why am I so useless?

Feeling Aya’s heart trembling as she swayed, I recalled my sister’s words.

—When a woman decides to break up, it’s after she’s had enough, when she’s completely fed up with the guy’s nonsense.

My sister boasted about how if she found someone else interesting, her current boyfriend wouldn’t matter anymore…

But Aya seemed to be quite different.

No, that’s not it.

Aya had already made up her mind about Tokita.

She had even overcome her trauma.

She had decided to break up.

Yet, deep within her heart…

At the very end…

She was terrified beyond measure.

Aya isn’t at fault—

—Don’t say it.

I almost blurted it out, but my intuition stopped me.

So instead, I held Aya close.

Her breathing was irregular.

I could feel her heart pounding vigorously.

Aya, it’s all my fault—

—Don’t say anything.

Once again, I was prevented by intuition as the words formed on my lips.

…I understand.

I would be giving Aya an excuse to break up with Tokita.

Breaking up as a result of my influence.

Making her dependent on me would be wrong.

But Aya already knows all of this.

That’s why she’s not saying it.

I simply held Aya in silence.

She tightly grasped my arm.

Her longing feelings were conveyed to me.

—What should I do?

What should I do?

Me.

About Boyan.

I’m in love.

In love.

Me.

With Boyan.

I love him.

On my side, what should I do?

With Aya confessing her feelings to me in her mind…

Honestly, it felt like my heart was about to stop.

I remained silent, almost frozen.

…

After a while, Aya began to wipe her tears on my clothes.

I gently stroked her head, conveying my consent.

She took a deep breath.

It seemed she had decided to continue.

Looking at my chest, she spoke.

“So, about the date… I’ve been thinking about saying something.”

“What is it?”

“…About breaking up.”

Aya finally said it.

“I see.”

I kissed Aya’s forehead.

She murmured softly, “Yeah…” and closed her eyes.

“Have fun on your date.”

“No, I’m going to talk about breaking up.”

Oops…

I unintentionally said it out of habit.

I’ve always sent her off with these words whenever she went on a date with Tokita.

Aya raised an eyebrow, making a puzzled expression.

And just as I thought that, she smiled with a teasing expression, saying, “Hehe.”

Aya is still anxious.

Even if she brings up the topic of breaking up, would she be able to firmly tell Tokita that she wants to break up if he pleads not to?

What if thoughts of her female friends crossed her mind?

What if her past trauma resurfaces?

Furthermore, the announcement of the Best Couple Award is scheduled for the upcoming cultural festival.

That would be far too cruel on the day before she plans to break up.

But of course, I have no intention of putting Aya on such a stage.

Aya has spoken the words of parting.

She has made up her mind to take action.

In that case, I’ll do everything I can too.

As I quietly solidified my determination, Aya started to talk to me.

“Hey, Boyan.”

“Hmm?”

“Can we just stay like this a little longer… is that okay?”

Seems like Aya, who has resolved her feelings, has decided to openly show her dependence on me.

The back of Aya’s head leaned against my chest.

As if she was lounging on a recliner, she leaned her weight against me without any defenses.

Even though she hadn’t even had the breakup conversation yet.

Aya seemed to have shed her burdens and was relaxing.

She might even fall asleep like this.

“Aya, don’t fall asleep here.”

“But, Boyan, you’re comfy against my head.”

“I’m not a pillow, you know.”

Well, I do intend to be Aya’s pillow for the rest of my life, though.

“Hehe.”

Aya seemed to enjoy it, rubbing the back of her head against me.

It was a cat-like gesture.

Honestly, I want to shout, “I’m already stuffed!”

From my previous perspective, this situation would have been like a dream.

Is it possible that I can have Aya even more than this?

—It is.

Intuition declared so.

At the cultural festival, I will have Aya completely.

In a way that’s evident to everyone.

A decisive something will happen to take Aya from Tokita.

I’m unwaveringly convinced of that.

Tomorrow is finally the first day of the cultural festival.

…No, it’s already today.

The clock in the park pointed to 1 a.m.