Chapter 38: I went home with a childhood friend who became my lover

I went home with a childhood friend who became my lover

Aya’s cheeks were flushed a deep red.

I couldn’t tell if it was from the aftermath of what we had done or because of the evening sun streaming onto the rooftop.

Having intertwined our bodies until evening, we had finished having sex for what was probably the umpteenth time when the bell rang.

Since then, I had climaxed inside Aya three more times.

I had lost count of how many times I had brought her to orgasm.

“It’s no good… at school anymore…”

Aya, now done buttoning up her blouse, looked at me. Her eyes weren’t filled with blame. Instead, they were trembling with embarrassment.

It was as if she was looking at a lover…

“Shall we go back?”

I told myself again to calm down before my lust surged once more.

Standing together in front of the rooftop door, Aya spoke up.

“Boyan, the door’s locked.”

“Yeah, the festival committee member locked it earlier.”

“What?! What should we do?”

Ignoring Aya’s confusion, I turned the doorknob.

The rooftop door could be opened from the outside. I had confirmed that before Aya came up.

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We stepped inside the dim school building.

“I accidentally unlocked the door. We’ll have to come back later to lock it.”

“Boyan, you’re quite conscientious, huh?”

So is Aya.

She’s visibly relieved.

Let’s say we left something on the rooftop and come back to borrow the key.

By the time we had solidified this plan, we had returned to our usual childhood-friend atmosphere.

We descended the stairs and approached the vending machine on the third floor.

Thanks to our continuous joining, our throats were parched.

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“Yeah.”

“How about this one for Aya?”

I pointed to the apple juice.

Most likely, this was what Aya wanted to drink now.

“Hmm, that’s what I feel like, but maybe I’ll try yuzu lemon for a change.”

Aya stared at a juice flavor she hadn’t tried before.

“As for Boyan… this one, right?”

Aya pointed to the carbonated water.

Indeed, that’s what I wanted to drink.

When I had greedily explored Aya’s mouth earlier, the sensation of carbonation had been strangely sweet.

“Yeah, well… but I think I’ll go for the same as Aya.”

Saying that, I reached into my pocket.

“Ah, I don’t have any change.”

“It’s alright, it’s alright. I’ll treat you… I put it on your tab.”

“On my tab?”

“Yeah, it’s on your tab. Just pay me back later.”

Aya smiled mischievously.

We bought the drinks and descended to the second floor while engaging in trivial conversation.

Before I knew it, Aya had jumped into me from behind.

“Waa!”

I caught Aya as she tumbled forward.

It seemed she had slipped on the stairs.

“Are you okay? Dizzy?”

“Sorry, I got lost in the yuzu lemon.”

Aya raised a hand, offering a light apology.

“I see. Be careful.”

My voice was lower than I had intended.

“Uh… sorry.”

Seeing me serious, Aya lowered her head awkwardly.

“I messed up.”

My tone had unintentionally become angry.

I should diffuse the situation by saying something like, “I thought zombies were attacking and got startled”, to lighten the mood.

Thinking that, I stopped myself.

“…It’s alright. I’ll catch Aya.”

“Well, I’ll do it too.”

Aya blushed and pursed her lips, trying to compete for some reason.

…This isn’t good.

Maybe it’s because we just did it.

The atmosphere was becoming overly heated.

Words were turning sweet, becoming heated, becoming tempting.

To shake off these desires, I gulped down the yuzu lemon.

“Boyan, drinking it all at once might upset your stomach…”

Aya said that in a tone as if worrying about a child.

As we reached the first floor, Aya suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to change my panties…”

Aya awkwardly pursed her lips, looking uncomfortable.

I felt awkward too and turned my gaze to the day after tomorrow.

“Do you have a change?”

“I have them in my classroom locker… because you’d attack me anywhere without a second thought…”

“…I’m sorry about that.”

In the dimming twilight hallway, we blushed even redder than the setting sun.

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Having changed our shoes at the completely dark shoe lockers and exited the school building, we walked.

Even after passing through the front gate, there were no students in sight.

We walked toward the station.

The usual route to school, the usual distance between childhood friends.

But the air between us felt denser than in the morning.

Probably because we’ve become lovers.

Just thinking that makes my heart race.

“Oh, Boyan… no, uh, Ryuji.”

Aya called my name with an unaccustomed tone, making me unintentionally smile.

“Just sticking with Boyan is fine.”

“Oh, really?”

I can see relief written all over her face, and I smile again.

Now, I don’t even remember why I wanted her to call me Ryuji. Maybe it was because I wanted to be special to Aya. But now that we’re special to each other, the way she addresses me seems like a trivial matter.

“Alright then, Bo… I mean, Ryuji, no, Boyan.”

Aya seems slightly flustered. It’s amusing.

“Speaking of which, why am I Boyan? Wouldn’t it be more manly if I were called something like Ryu or a more masculine name?”

Wasn’t it because I seemed spaced out? I vaguely remembered.

I looked, and Aya was facing forward with a slightly awkward expression.

“Oh, well, you see… um… it’s because Ryuji is similar to Uncle Ryouji’s name… and, because you’re always spacing out, ‘Boyan’ just caught on with everyone… Sorry about that.”

Well, that’s fine, but I accidentally let something slip in the first half.

“Uncle Ryouji… Wasn’t he your first crush, Aya? I want to hear the details.”

“Uh… well, yeah, it’s about when we were kids. Up until around fourth grade of elementary school, I guess. He’d cook and handle the check at his restaurant, and I thought that was cool… looking back, it was more like admiration… Anyway, when I was in fourth grade… a boy confessed to me… and I realized that Uncle Ryouji was different from that kind of person… well, to put it simply, it was my first heartbreak, I guess.”

“I didn’t know that.”

Hearing about the past she hadn’t talked about before made me simply happy.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, so… when I was in fifth grade, I met Boyan, and I learned your name was Ryuji… but somehow, I couldn’t call you by your name… so I ended up giving you a nickname on the spot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and then… someone asked me why I only gave you a nickname, and then I started giving nicknames to other kids too…”

It was surprising.

I thought Aya was the kind of person who gave nicknames to anyone from the start, but it was me who sparked that.

“I see. Well, just call me in whatever way is comfortable for you, Aya. From now on, too.”

Aya nodded with a smile, whispering softly, “Thank you.”

“…Then, from now on, you’re ‘RyuBoyan’!”

Aya said with a teasing tone.

“Then, you’re ‘Ayapacman’. You like Anpan, after all.”

“I’m not a ‘Man’!”

Ah, I see.

I let out a sigh.

Maybe I’ll continue to be Boyan from now on.

When a child is born, grows up, becomes an adult, and even grows old.

Probably even at the end.

But that’s okay.

It’s fine, without a problem.

Chuckles…

Aya was trying to hold back her laughter at our recent exchange.

I couldn’t help but be fascinated by her profile.

A warm feeling that goes beyond infatuation and affection fills my body.

The cool breeze gently rustles Aya’s short hair.

Summer is ending soon.

Autumn will come, winter will pass, spring will arrive, and then summer will return.

From now on, Aya will continue to be by my side like this, laughing in her peculiar way.

No matter where she goes, she’ll remain the second cutest girl.

But for me, she’ll always be the first.

I was confident of that.