Chapter 3: I pushed down my childhood friend who asked for reasons

I pushed down my childhood friend who asked for reasons

A quiet knock echoed, and the door was gently tapped.

Upon opening it, Aya was standing there.

“Sorry for slipping away… um, come in.”

“…Sure.”

“Everything alright? Like, with everyone else?”

“Yeah, Yuki said she’s heading to Yukari’s room for a bit, so… well, I have to go there too later, or it might seem weird…”

Yukari was Aya’s close friend, if I remember correctly.

Clutching her smartphone, she indirectly conveyed that she couldn’t stay in this room for long.

Well, that’s only natural.

Even if it was Boyan, she had to be cautious when encountering someone she was forcibly kissed by.

“It’ll be quick, just have a seat there.”

As I gestured towards the bed, Aya obediently sat down.

I settled on the opposite bed. It was just within reach, a mere distance away from Aya, if I extended my hand.

“About earlier, I’m sorry. I couldn’t control my emotions. You didn’t like it, did you?”

“More like, I was surprised.”

“Yeah, sorry…”

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I gazed directly at Aya.

Unexpectedly, our eyes met, and Aya averted hers awkwardly.

However, maybe because I genuinely apologized, her tension seemed to ease a bit compared to before.

The smartphone she had clutched to her chest was now resting on her lap.

“Hey, Boyan… Why did you do something like that?”

“That’s because I…”

I stopped myself before completing the sentence.

An alarm went off in my head.

It’s not the right time to express my feelings. That’s not the right thing to do concerning Aya. If I say it, I’ll never have a chance with her.

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I’m grateful for the power I’ve been granted.

Instead, the correct route for me to take right now…

“Boyan?”

“…Never mind.”

“Huh?”

“It’s not Boyan. It’s Ryuji. My name… call me Ryuji properly.”

I reached out and firmly grabbed Aya’s arm.

“Ouch, you’re hurting me, Boyan.”

Fear appeared in Aya’s eyes.

Similar to when I forcefully kissed her in the restroom earlier, or even more so, she seemed terrified of me.

Normally, I would’ve let go of her immediately and knelt down, seeing Aya with such a face. But now, I don’t feel anything. In fact, I’m convinced that this is the only way to make Aya mine.

I pulled Aya’s arm forcefully.

“Hey, wait—”

As I pulled her towards my bed and turned her half around, she was pushed onto the sheets.

With a soft thud, Aya sank onto her back, her brown hair spread out enticingly.

The smartphone she had in her hand was tossed to the side of the pillow.

“Ugh… no… Boyan, this joke is too much…”

As I tried to cover her, Aya extended both her hands to push against me, rejecting me.

However, her resistance wasn’t as strong as I had anticipated.

I continued pressing my weight down, crushing Aya’s body.

“Mmm… stop… don’t…”

I used my thighs to pin her thighs, restraining her lower body’s movement.

I pressed my knee into the area between her legs, provoking a pained “Mmm” from Aya as I stimulated a sensitive spot.

She struggled, but I didn’t give her any room to move.

When enveloped like this, I realized that Aya was surprisingly petite.

No, I had just perceived her as larger than life. She’s just a delicate girl when you hold her, not something remarkable.

I buried my face in Aya’s neck, filling my nostrils with a sweet fragrance—scent of sweat and body odor.

Ever since I first visited Aya’s room back in elementary school, I’ve liked this scent.

Aya must have thought I was going to kiss her again.

Using both hands, she pushed against my head and face, trying to separate us.

I shifted my right hand to the area around Aya’s chest that was now exposed.

Through the thin fabric of her hoodie, I caressed the softest part of Aya—her breasts.

Beneath the somewhat rough texture of her bra, I felt undeniable elasticity.

“Ah, wait, where are you touching… Ah, seriously…”

Through the cloth, I used my entire palm to knead her ample breasts.

They were firm yet felt like they could collapse into nothingness if I pressed too hard—such bewildering softness.

Aya’s breasts.

Even the boys in our class, not to mention Tokita, had never touched them directly.

Since middle school, I had been curious. I’d wanted to touch them for so long, but I had suppressed that desire.

Now that the shackles have come off, I understand.

I wanted to freely fondle these breasts.

More than anyone else, more than Tokita, I had been lusting after Aya.

My right hand moved toward Aya’s abdomen.

I gripped the hem of her hoodie and forcefully pulled it up.

“Hey…!”

Aya let out a desperate scream.

Her well-endowed breasts, enveloped in a worn-out white bra, were exposed. The volume of them caught my eye.

They were so big that even my relatively large palm wouldn’t fully cover them.

And it seemed like the breast flesh was about to spill out of the bra -I could tell they were compressed to a great extent.

Despite her slim arms and shoulders, this chest was out of bounds.

It was way too enticing.

I let my hand wander down Aya’s white abdomen.

“Huuh… No, please…”

Aya’s body shivered.

Her stomach was smooth and slightly damp with sweat.

As I caressed around her adorable navel, I could feel the hardness of her abdominal muscles beneath the softness.

I realized that these muscles were likely supporting her ample bosom.

The sensation of Aya’s soft skin against my palm was palpable.

I’m now half-undressing Aya, and I’m provocatively touching her bare skin.

The fact that my lower regions had never been this stiff before was apparent.

I noticed that my member was pressing right around Aya’s waist. When I pushed down and pressed against her, my primal instincts began to surge.

As my bestial desires dictate, I let my right hand creep towards her chest.

Grasping both her bra and breasts. Squeezing them roughly once, then twice, Ayase let out a scream.

“Ouch, ngh… Boyan, stop it…”

Her trembling voice further ignites my brain.

I prop myself up slightly, hovering on all fours above Aya, gazing down at her captivating upper body.

Sensing something, Aya covers her chest with her arms, trying to adjust her pulled-up hoodie.

I catch her arm and slip my hand under her bra.

“No, no, please… stop…!”

As I push her bra upwards, her round, white breasts spill out.

“No, don’t look…”

Still attempting to hide them, I grip her delicate wrists and lift her arms above her head, pressing them against the bed.

Finally, Aya’s entire breasts are exposed before me.

Their perfectly shaped curves remain intact and upright. At the center of these alluring twin peaks, too erotic to be put into words, are lightly outlined areolas and darker pink, erect nipples.

Those nipples, along with her entire breasts, sway up and down in sync with Aya’s ragged breathing.

I swallow hard.

Wanting to see more of Aya’s body, I push her hoodie, already pulled up around her upper chest, along with her bra, further up.

Lifting it to reveal her neck and upper arms, I bring my face closer to her exposed armpits.

I lightly lick the smooth area there.

“Ah… oh no, stop…”

The sensation is smooth, Aya’s body hair seems thin, but is there any at her armpits?

It’s sweet with a hint of saltiness. My taste receptors report this as delicious to my brain.

Desiring more, I keep licking persistently.

Aya’s body twitches, writhing in ticklishness and embarrassment.

I want to see more of her reactions, but my carnal desire urges me to explore further down.

Licking up her sweat, I slowly move my mouth.

The soft, elastic feeling of her lips greets me. It’s the upper part of Aya’s breasts, the base of those enchanting mounds.

At this point, I lift my face momentarily.

I want to capture the entire image of these snowy white breasts before me.

With my right hand, I attempt to scoop up her breasts.

They’re unbelievably soft.

As I gently massage them with my five fingers, the breast tissue gathers toward the center, causing the tips of her nipples to elevate slightly.

I give them a slight shake left and right while holding them, their gentle jiggle is music to my ears, and the pleasant weight reaches my hand. Even after I let go, they wobble for a moment.

I want to confirm every movement of Aya’s body, so I continue to play with her delicate breasts.

Aya no longer says “no” or “stop”.

She endures my touch and, tears streaming, seems to have surrendered.

Seeing those tears, a jolt of electricity courses through me.

I want to make her cry even more.

To see more expressions I’ve never seen before.

To hear more of her cries.

Is this what sadism is?

Likely something inherent in every man.

For me, it’s a desire I’m experiencing for the first time.

I grasp her swelling breast with my entire palm and knead it.

“Ahh…”

Aya screams.

Her voice heats up my loins even more.

Her breasts adhere to my palm, leaving an imprint. The sensation of her firm nipple surrounded by the soft flesh is enjoyable.

Her malleable flesh, which feels like it could be crushed, pushes my embedded fingers back with a certain resilience.

Even with my relatively large hands, I continue kneading these ample breasts obsessively. When I release them, the edges of my palm and the gaps between my fingers let some of the soft flesh spill over.

I sense her nipples growing harder in my hand.

Lifting my palm slightly, I lightly stroke only the tips with my fingertips, causing Aya to shudder.

“Mm…”

Her voice carries a slightly different nuance.

There’s a hint of sensual pleasure in her tone.

While massaging her breasts, I decide to play with her nipples using my index finger.

Twisting the hardened tip of her nipple, I rotate it in circles.

“Ughh…”

Her voice now carries a more intense note of pleasure.

So, I decide to torment her even further.

Pressing her nipples into the fatty tissue and letting them pop up, I enjoy their movements.

Continuing to massage her breasts, I use my index finger to gently flick the tips.

I pinch them between my index finger and thumb, rubbing and tweaking them like knobs.

“Ahh, yes… Mmm…”

I gauge what stimulates Aya through her screams.

It seems that pressing them firmly and then rubbing with slightly more force provokes her the most.

Having achieved some satisfaction, I finally decide to truly savor her breasts.

I press my face against the hemisphere within my palm.

With my left hand, I grip Aya’s wrist that I’ve pinned down, tightening my grip.

Aya must have sensed what’s coming next.

“Huh… ughh… Boyan, please, stop already…”

For the first time, I ignore Aya’s plea and attach my tongue to the base of her soft breasts.

From there, I move upwards, licking her soft flesh while sucking.

Finally, I flick the sensitive bud with my tongue, and a delayed surge of excitement almost makes my brain boil.

Slurping sounds, sucking sounds, and lewd moans resonate within the quiet room. These sounds, only heard before in adult videos, now fill the air. Certainly not sounds one would expect to hear coming from Aya’s body. A sense of exhilaration courses through me as I realize that I am the one producing these sounds.

How much time has passed? The bed seemed to tremble slightly, and I withdrew my face from Aya’s breasts. Her phone, discarded by the bedside, continues to vibrate rhythmically. Extending my gaze, I see that it’s an incoming call from “Yukari.”

Ignoring the call to continue feasting upon Aya would be unwise. The men from this room would be returning soon. More importantly, my intuition is screaming that it’s best to halt here for the day.

I sit up, releasing Aya’s wrists. Her white upper body is covered in numerous red marks, kisses planted by my saliva. The marks of my hands gripping her wrists remain vividly red. Her face is wet with tears, flushed.

Every one of these marks is a testament to my dominance.

Continuing, I free Aya’s lower body. As I move my knee away from her groin, a faint sound, akin to a whisper, can be heard. As my knee leaves, it feels like there was moisture there.

I step off the bed. Aya, moving extremely slowly, adjusts her bra and fixes the hem of her pulled-up hoodie. Trying to pick up her phone, it slips from her grip and falls. Her wrists still seem to lack strength due to my previous grasp.

I settle onto the opposite bed, waiting patiently for Aya to recover.

After a while, her phone vibrates once more. This time, she holds onto it more securely as she brings it to her ear.

“… Sorry… Yeah, just took a detour to the restroom… Sure, I’ll be there soon… Yeah, later.”

The phone’s light dims, but Aya remains unmoving.

“Ah…” she sighs, and her grip on the phone slackens. The numbness from her wrists hasn’t completely worn off.

From her now limp hand, the phone slips and falls onto the bed.

Aya seems unsure of what to do. Her thoughts are likely muddled, frozen might be a better word.

Moving even a little might mean being attacked by me again. But she wants to leave this room as soon as possible. She’s scared. She doesn’t know how to interact with me, the person who just acted completely different.

I understand her feelings acutely.

“Ugh… You can go now.”

My voice is strained, struggling to come out. Only now do I realize that I’ve been silent this whole time, relentlessly tormenting Aya.

“Is it… okay?”

Aya asks, her voice trembling. She’s looking down, so I can’t see her expression.

She doesn’t ask “Why?” anymore.

Without saying a word, I move away from her, allowing her to rise from the bed and make her way to the room’s hallway.

Watching her back, I suddenly want to express my feelings.

I like Aya. I crave her desperately. I genuinely want to make her happy. I don’t want to make her sad.

However, those feelings contradict the strange excitement I felt while violating her. I realize that this act is the optimal solution to obtaining Aya in her current state.

Alarms are blaring.

This is not the time to express my emotions.

Ultimately, I silently bid farewell to Aya.

A click sounds, and Aya’s presence vanishes from the room.

I lay down on the bed, still fragrant with Aya’s presence. I pick up her phone, left behind on the sheets.

“She was really in a hurry, huh…”

She must’ve been quite flustered.

Of all things, to forget her phone in this room.

Perhaps this too is a sliver of luck bestowed upon me by some higher power.

I touch Aya’s phone. Naturally, it’s locked, preventing me from proceeding past the lock screen.

“Buddha, huh.”

The wallpaper was an image of a tourist spot we had looked up together today. I thought it might be a couple photo with Tokita or perhaps a picture with friends. Given its position, it was probably taken right before she called out to me. Of course, my back, which should have been there, wasn’t captured.

“Ah…” I pocketed Aya’s phone and gazed at the ceiling.

Tomorrow, if I recall correctly, is a day where participants split up to experience various activities. Aya and I are going rafting on the river ‘Combote’. I remember Aya’s smile when she said, “I’ll leave the rowing to you, Boyan!” It’s a fond memory.

Come to think of it, I believe Tokita was also supposed to join us.

After going through something like this because of me, will Aya still participate?

That doubt vanished in an instant.

Aya will definitely participate.

There, I can further deepen my connection with Aya.

The intuition bestowed upon me by some higher power asserted that.