Chapter 32: The last choice made
The last choice made
The classroom illuminated by the evening sun began to dim slightly.
We remained connected, voraciously devouring each other’s mouths.
Licking the underside of Aya’s small, soft tongue, capturing it with mine, occasionally letting it go. Each time, Aya emitted cute sounds from the back of her throat, “Nnuu”, “Ahh.”
From the point where we were joined in the missionary position, both the semen released earlier and Aya’s nectar leaked out, wetting our groins.
My erection within Aya’s vagina sprung to life once more, twitching uncontrollably.
Once again, the sensation of impending orgasm surged, surprising me. Yet, I didn’t feel like restraining it.
I released my entangled tongue from Aya’s and pulled my face back.
“…Aya, I want you on top.”
“Huh, on top…?”
Gripping Aya’s waist, I leaned back, falling backward.
My head bumped against the floor and coldness spread across my back. Lying on my back, the sweat soaked into my uniform adhered to my skin due to the posture.
In the cowgirl position, I looked up at Aya.
Her white mantle was almost off, her black T-shirt was crumpled up to her neck. Her exposed white breasts had a sensuous volume that looked like they might fall if viewed from below.
Within the mix of purple and red hues of the twilight, Aya’s flushed contours emerged. Her eyes, looking down at me, held both confusion and a heat beyond that.
“Um… Boyan…”
—I’m being watched.
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—Ugh, somehow…
—It’s really embarrassing.
—What should I do afterward…
—Should I move…?
—How do I move?
—Does it feel good for Boyan…?
Aya’s troubled and questioning emotions flowed into me.
I reached out to Aya’s waist.
I kneaded her buttocks beneath her skirt, as if soothing her tension.
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The sensation of soft skin beneath my palms made my hands rejoice. Aya’s buttocks were soft, juicy and firm when kneaded with my fingers.
Embedding my fingers into the flesh, Aya leaned slightly forward and trembled.
“Nh, Boyan, it tickles… that…”
With her palms pressing against my lower abdomen, Aya supported her upper body.
Her well-developed breasts pointed downward, drops of sweat falling from their tips.
Unable to resist her squirming form, I thrust my hips upward.
“Ah, nn…!”
I gripped Aya’s buttocks, holding her in place, tensing my abdominal muscles, lifting my entire pelvis.
Her small waist jerked from the impact.
Aya’s waist lifted, exposing the base of my shaft from her vagina.
Unable to defy gravity, her lower body descended.
As Aya’s buttocks met my groin, I thrust my hips.
“Aaahhnn…!”
With a splashing sound, Aya’s body bounced again.
My shaft thrust out toward her descending depths.
“Yaaahh…!”
Splat, splat—the sounds of moist buttocks and groin colliding echoed.
My shaft was vigorously stroked within her undulating vagina.
My lower body melted with heat, shivering with intense pleasure. The sensation was so overwhelming that it felt like my head was melting.
“Ah, stop, Boyan, haan, don’t… any more…!”
Aya helplessly repeated her rise and fall.
Her large breasts swayed vigorously, making a thumping sound.
As I thrust my hips, her soft buttocks rippled, the impact traveling up Aya’s body, lifting her breasts into the air. Her weighty breasts shifted shape, swaying and moving in a way that my eyes couldn’t follow.
“Ah… n… ugh… haa… nn… nn…!”
My hips didn’t stop.
Aya, who should have been accommodating my thrusts with her lower body, felt light.
Power surged through my lower body and I felt like I could thrust endlessly.
Aya wanted to savor the pleasure within her vagina even more, so she increased the speed of her hips.
The sounds of “splat, splat” gradually transformed into dry “pann, pann” noises.
My abdominal muscles contracted, my hips plunged into the floor and using the recoil, I thrust vigorously.
“Ah, ughh—!”
Aya almost fell forward, desperately placing her hands on my chest and abdomen to support herself.
Springing my body like a coil, I continued thrusting.
“Ah…!”
Aya’s body arched backward, her breasts bouncing upwards with the force. Her chestnut hair shimmered in the evening sun, gently spreading out. Aya’s chin pointed towards the ceiling, her graceful neck extended.
With the impact, Aya’s white mantle slipped off her shoulders with a soft rustle.
I reached out and placed my hands on Aya’s black T-shirt, which remained at her neckline.
“Aya, take it off.”
I asked Aya while still thrusting.
“Ha, nn, huh, I don’t know… nnah, nnuuhhh—”
Aya was overwhelmed by repeated orgasms, unable to catch my words.
I rocked Aya gently while removing her black T-shirt. I pulled it off her arms without any resistance and placed it nearby.
Aya straddled me, wearing only her skirt in her fully naked form.
Her eyelids were tightly shut, enduring the pleasure. Tears had welled up at the corners of her eyes.
I wanted to make Aya feel more.
I wanted to ravish her.
I wanted to taste every bit of her.
A beastly desire dominated my entire being.
I extended both hands and grabbed Aya’s breasts, which swayed freely in all directions at her chest.
I kneaded the soft elasticity and the sensation of her nipples, which were firm in the middle, using the palms of my hands. As I applied pressure, my fingers sank into her supple breasts and the flesh overflowed between them.
Sweat-slicked breasts threatened to escape my palms with every thrust.
The central hard protrusion within my palms moved, tickling.
Unconsciously, Aya’s moans transformed into whimpering sounds like “uh”, “nnguh.”
A sensation of heat surged from deep within me.
A powerful orgasmic sensation made my entire body tremble.
Slightly lifting Aya’s upper body, I changed the angle of my thrusts.
The angle targeted Aya’s most sensitive spots with my shaft.
As Aya, who was about to fall backward, clutched my arm that was fondling her breasts.
Using my shaft, I traced intricate paths within Aya’s vagina.
Using the ridge of my glans, I rubbed against the area around the back of Aya’s clitoris, creating a sensation of friction.
In an instant, Aya’s lower abdomen convulsed.
“Ah, ughh… I don’t like it… no… ah, there, no, no, ah… it feels too good… ah, noo… nnunnunuuu—!”
Aya climaxed.
Her vaginal folds tightened around my shaft.
Squeezed by the pressure and pleasure, I couldn’t help but let out a moan in my mind.
It’s no use. It’s coming—.
Lifting Aya from below as she shivered with post-orgasmic tremors.
“Nnhhaa…!”
Air leaked from Aya’s mouth.
I repeatedly thrust within her vaginal walls, rubbing my shaft against them.
With a squelching sound, juices overflowed, wetting her lower abdomen.
A surge of heat akin to a muddy stream ascended from my testicles.
“Nggh… Aya, I’m… going to come inside…!”
“No… aah… noo… aaahh… haah… haau… ugh… ahh… yaaahhh—!”
Aya let out a particularly loud moan.
Her vaginal walls convulsed intensely, clamping around my shaft.
I couldn’t resist the pressure squeezing my semen. Pleasure climbed up my urethra.
And—.
“Guuhh…!”
My shaft pulsated intensely.
Squirt, squirt—my semen was ejaculated in spurts, drawn upward from my testicles to the depths of Aya’s vagina.
The pleasure surpassed before, my heart felt like it might stop.
My shaft throbbed repeatedly, trying to expel the semen. Each throb lifted my hips, creating an exquisite sensation.
My body trembled with pleasure, feeling floaty and on the brink of losing consciousness.
“Boyan…”
Aya’s palm pressed against my chest.
She leaned forward, her body convulsing with tremors.
Aya’s sensual emotions flowed into me.
—Boyan, no.
—Something’s wrong with my head.
—It feels too good.
—Ah, no.
—I’m going to… come again.
—No more.
—I’m going to break…
“Nnnn, nnunuuuu—!”
Aya climaxed once more.
At the same time, a massive wave of pleasure crashed over my entire body.
“Guuh… uuhh…!”
Orgasm repeatedly surged back and forth from my prostate to the top of my head.
Intense pleasure like my whole body was ejaculating, incessantly, over and over.
Aya and I drowned in a sea of pleasure.
――…….
Slowly, consciousness returns.
I don’t know how long I’ve been losing my sanity.
――…t…r.
Intuition from a divine source is conveying something.
――Thrust in her.
The moment I recognized those words, blood surged back to my groin.
Unbelievable.
I’ve just ejaculated twice and yet my erection returns within Aya’s vagina.
――Thrust in her.
My hips move on their own.
Devouring pleasure greedily.
――Thrust in her.
Yes, thrust in her even more.
It feels good.
I delve into Aya’s heated and viscous vagina.
Aya’s hips tremble.
“…ah, no… Boyan…”
Thrusting my hips up.
“…ah… no… I can’t… I can’t endure this… Boyan…”
Aya’s voice, seeking help, stirs sadistic desires within me.
Intuition incites me.
――Make her feel it.
――Bring her to climax.
――Drive her crazy.
――Drive her even crazier.
Yes, I’ll make her come countless times.
――That’s fine.
Then, a high-pitched ringing sound.
Memories of the future.
A few tens of seconds ahead.
――In the corridor, Tokita stands.
He must be searching for Aya.
Tokita opens the classroom door, his eyes wide open.
His gaze focuses on…
In the dimly lit classroom.
Aya is straddling me.
Upon her beautiful face adorned with makeup, Tokita momentarily becomes entranced.
“Boyan… ah, aah…!”
Aya’s lewd voice resonates through the corridor as her naked body moves up and down.
Her ample breasts sway intensely.
Tokita’s eyes are fixated on Aya’s nakedness, which he’s seeing for the first time.
“So fierce, Boyan, it’s so intense!”
Aya clings to my head.
“I love you, Boyan, I love you…”
Aya speaks these words aloud.
Words she had decided not to utter until parting with Tokita.
She must have been consumed by pleasure to that extent.
Tokita’s breath halts.
He crumbles from his knees.
Yet he can’t tear his gaze away from Aya.
Only his crotch, mercilessly, swells greatly.
Vitality dissipates from Tokita’s eyes.
Eventually, Tokita, having risen, leans against the wall, swaying gently and departs.
The following day, Aya receives a message on her smartphone from Tokita, declining the date.
Tokita, who had been absent from school for a while, begins attending the next week.
In due course, Tokita starts dating another girl.
A few times, a first-year female student had confessed to Tokita.
The boys spread rumors that they saw Tokita and that girl going to a love hotel.
One afternoon.
In the corridor, that girl is being comforted by other girls.
“He doesn’t look at me”, she weeps.
There, I shut out memories of the future.
――Thrust more.
――Make her moan obscenely.
――He’s almost here.
――Show Tokita.
The voice of instinct resonates within my mind.
So that’s how it is.
Everything was leading here.
My and Aya’s sex, Aya drowning in pleasure, show it all to Tokita.
In a more dramatic way.
Give Tokita such a shock that he can’t recover from, make him give up Aya completely.
That’s the optimal solution guided by instinct.
That’s why I shouldn’t have met Tokita yesterday.
Even at the batting center game, god tried to make me lose.
Because he would be off guard that way.
Not expecting it.
To deal a bigger blow…
A droplet falls onto my chest.
“Bo… yan… please… stop thrusting…” said Aya’s tearful voice.
Writhing in pleasure.
If I thrust in her a bit more, Aya will likely go mad with pleasure.
I want to drive her insane.
Show her.
As I saw in the memory of the future.
Such a violent impulse boils up from within.
I exhale a sigh.
I’ve made a decision.
“Aya… how about resting for a bit?”
I stop the movement of my hips.
I place my hand on Aya’s tear-streaked cheek and she nods gently.
I slowly rise and envelop Aya in my arms.
Her small, sweaty, naked body writhes in discomfort.
“Sorry, I lost control.”
I grab the crumpled white cloak from the floor and place it over Aya’s head.
“Listen to my heartbeat.”
While holding her gently, I speak.
Aya nods slightly from within the cloak.
I turn slowly and wait for the approaching figure.
Eventually, through the window on the corridor side, the silhouette of a wolf appears.
It’s Tokita.
His protruding wolf nose scans around as if searching for something.
The faint sound of footsteps in indoor shoes echoes down the corridor.
I tighten my embrace around Aya slightly and focus on making only the sound of our heartbeats audible.
Eventually.
Tokita, as he reaches the door, stops.
Through the red cellophane on the door’s window, the outline of the wolf is visible.
Without opening the door, he can’t see into the classroom. If we stay silent, he probably won’t notice our presence either.
Thump, thump—.
In the silence of the classroom, only the sound of heartbeats reverberates.
I maintain a calm demeanor so as not to arouse suspicion from Aya, controlling my heart rate.
Thump, thump—.
Thump, thump—.
Thump, thump—.
The silhouette of the wolf turns sideways.
Seems like Tokita managed to overlook us.
The shadow of the wolf departs.
I exhale another deep sigh.
Showing Aya to Tokita was undoubtedly the optimal solution.
By preventing him from attending the after-festival party, I can prevent him from becoming a stalker.
And at the same time, make him give up on Aya completely.
…If it were me from yesterday, I would have undoubtedly chosen this optimal solution without hesitation.
But yesterday, on the rooftop—kissing in front of everyone.
Going to her female friends to confess.
A different option was born.
I embrace Aya wrapped in the cloak once again.
It’s not like I sympathize with Tokita and made this choice.
Just…
I didn’t want to show it.
Aya’s chest, her skin.
Her nakedness.
The face of pleasure.
The face that was adorned with makeup and made beautiful.
Not to Tokita, not to anyone.
Just that.
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God’s intuition began to correct the course.
It’s trying to derive a new route to replace the optimal solution.
My brain feels like it’s spinning and recalculating.
Perhaps merely declaring to Tokita yesterday that “Aya will be mine” wasn’t enough.
If that’s the case…
I reach for the pants around my ankle.
Taking out my smartphone, I type a short message.
『Tokita, Aya won’t come.』
I press the send button.
I wonder if this will do.
——No issues.
Intuition concludes so.
This route has become the correct answer.
All the tension drains from my body.
I slowly unclench the fist I’ve been holding without realizing.
I take a deep breath.
From outside the classroom window, grand music can be heard.
That classical piece I heard on the rooftop yesterday.
The brass band is probably performing it at the after-festival.
“Boyan, the after-festival has started…”
Aya pokes her head out from within the cloak.
“That’s right.”
“We should… go…”
Tension appears on Aya’s face.
I smile at her in response.
“You don’t need to go anymore.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t have to go, it’s okay.”
I show Aya the text I sent to Tokita.
Aya gasps.
I continue my words.
“I met Tokita yesterday and told him.”
“…What… did you say?”
“I asked him to break up with you, Aya.”
Aya freezes.
Her thoughts reach me.
—Boyan, you idiot.
—I decided to stand by your side.
—To be by your side, just like you.
—To become a villain.
—And yet.
—Idiot.
—You’re such an idiot, Boyan.
—You’re such an idiot.
I feel a headbutt to my chest from Aya.
“Oh, you fool.”
Worried about so many things.
Defying intuition a few times.
Taking the long way around.
“Fool, stupid Boyan! Even I…”
“I’m sorry.”
“I won’t forgive you.”
—No, that’s not right.
—I’m the one who should be sorry.
—Boyan.
—For going this far.
—Thank you…
I slowly stroke Aya’s hair.
Even if it was a roundabout way.
Even if it might not have been the optimal solution.
Aya and I are okay.
This path is fine.
Unnoticed, the performance of the brass band had transitioned to a tranquil melody.
I speak to Aya, who is close to my chest.
“Aya, do you like this piece?”
“…Just a little. I was looking forward to the brass band’s performance. It’s all your fault, Boyan…”
“I’m sorry.”
“…It’s okay. I can listen to it here.”
Aya’s voice is gentle.
I smile at Aya once again.
This time, Aya also gives a faint smile.
I lean in slowly toward Aya’s face.
Aya’s eyelids quietly close.
With a face that seems relieved, I press my lips against the lips of my childhood friend.
“Mmm… Mmm… Mmm…”
We share the quietest kiss of the day.
While pressing our bodies together, I gently lay Aya down.
Before Aya’s back touches the floor, I place the cloak underneath.
The floor is quite cold, after all.
I slowly pull out my shaft from Aya’s connected vagina.
She reacts with a soft “mmm” to the sensation.
Love juices and milky fluids overflow from her vagina, wetting the cloak.
“Aya, let’s take off your skirt too.”
“Yeah…”
With an embarrassed smile, Aya begins to remove her skirt.
She lowers the zipper on the side and then pulls it off from her waist.
Aya’s pristine genitalia is exposed.
I become entranced by her soaking wet secret place.
At that moment, Aya’s hands hide her enticing parts.
“…Boyan, you too… Take off your clothes…”
“Yeah, sure.”
I start by removing my pants and underwear around my ankles.
I unbutton my white shirt, discard it and then take off the undershirt underneath.
I was sweaty all over, so the cool air makes me feel a bit chilly.
Naked as the day I was born, I gaze down at Aya.
Aya’s naked body lying on the white cloak looks beautiful.
Completely nude, Aya reaches out her hand.
She places her palm against my flushed cheek.
“Boyan, come here.”
As if invited by that hand, I cover Aya’s body with mine.
I slide my hand between Aya’s head and the floor, making an improvised pillow.
I kiss her ear while warming Aya, who shivers slightly.
I shift my weight to press my chest against her breasts, feeling their softness and firm nipples against my chest. It’s awkwardly pleasant.
My stomach presses against Aya’s soft belly.
I use my thighs to gently spread Aya’s thighs.
As my groin meets her lower abdomen, my shaft submerges into her honey pot, as if returning to its rightful place.
“Ah, nn… Ahh…”
Aya breathes out in response to the careful insertion.
Aya’s hands wrap around my back.
I meet Aya’s swaying gaze and start to slowly move my hips in a missionary position.
“Sss, nn… Ah, Boyan… Ahhh…”
Small sounds of moisture accompany the movement of our lower bodies.
A pleasurable sensation gradually spreads throughout my entire body.
A soft click sounds.
A smartphone has somehow been discarded near Aya’s head.
The screen lights up and messages from her female friends flow in.
It seems to be a chat group of close friends.
“Where’s Aya?”
“Isn’t she coming?”
“The brass band is over.”
“Wait, is it true that she’s with Boyan!?”
“Huh, seriously?”
“Tokita mentioned it.”
“Oh, he actually did it.”
“So that’s how it is.”
“Got it.”
“We’ll leave it to you.”
Watching until that point, I let out a sigh of relief.
“…Mmm… Ah, ugh…”
I run my fingers through the hair of my determined childhood friend once again.
Without hesitation, I kiss her half-open lips.
“Mwah, mmm… Ah, amm, mmm… Mwah… Ahh, ah, Boyan… Boyan—”
In the classroom, sinking into the evening darkness.
We became one with the heat.
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