Chapter 40: Pulling my childhood friend in the entryway

Pulling my childhood friend in the entryway

Aya’s panties were damp.

I don’t know if it’s from when I started teasing her thighs or if it was already like that.

“Ahn, fuu… nnnuh, Boyan…”

Aya’s alluring sighs excite me. As I trace the edge between her skin and her panties under the table, she shuts her eyelids tightly each time.

I thought she might try to stop me with both hands, but her arms hang loosely on either side. Despite looking embarrassed, Aya’s acceptance of my inappropriate actions is incredibly cute.

I slide my big toe deeper into her crotch and gently flick her sensitive nub with my nail.

“Ah… nn…”

Aya’s plaintive voice echoes in the living room.

In this house where I have no idea when family members might return, the feeling of taboo intensifies as we engage in lewd activities under the table. It feels wrong, and yet it’s incredibly exciting. Aya is probably feeling the same way.

I push my toe against her entrance with a gentle rhythm, making her hips twitch. Her arousal is growing, and I can tell that she’s becoming wetter, her juices soaking through her panties and even wetting her socks.

“Nggh…”

Finally, Aya’s hands grip my foot, though her palms lack force. Or perhaps they can’t muster any strength.

“Enough… you idiot, Boyan…”

It’s embarrassing that she climaxed so quickly.

At that moment, the living room door opens with a clatter.

Turning around, Aya’s younger brother Hiroto stands there with wide eyes.

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“Oh… it’s Boyan, hey.”

I greet Hiroto calmly while slowly retracting my foot from Aya’s wet region.

“You’re back, studying for tests?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“I see.”

Hiroto doesn’t even glance at Aya and turns on his heel, heading upstairs.

…I think Hiroto might suspect something between Aya and me. His attitude just now gave me that impression.

The absence of an intuitive warning suggests that Hiroto’s knowledge might not be an issue. In fact, it might be advantageous.

Looking at Aya, her face is beet red as she keeps her gaze down. It must be embarrassing for her to have her younger brother witness her in that state.

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“…Weren’t you supposed to resist?”

Aya’s gaze sends a reproachful message. Even this look from her excites me even further. I must be reaching a critical point.

Just then, the sound of the front door opening signals Aya’s mother’s return. Upon entering the living room, she sees Aya glaring at me and cheerfully quips, “Oh, did you two have a fight? Just kidding~”, before heading to the kitchen.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Glancing at the clock, it’s just past 5 PM.

“Aya, I should head home soon.”

“Yeah, bye.”

Aya mumbles indifferently.

“I’ll head home now. Thanks for having me.”

“Sure thing~ See you later, Boyan.”

Cheered on by Aya’s mother’s bright voice, I put on my shoes at the entrance.

Aya also comes down to put on her sandals.

“I’ll see you off.”

As she says goodbye and heads toward the entrance, my heart warms at her gesture to see me off. Though it would be inappropriate to hug her tightly on someone else’s doorstep, so I muster all my restraint.

Side by side, we walk about five minutes. During that time, Aya doesn’t say a word.

As we pass the park where I embraced her so passionately, Aya lowers her head slightly.

Before we know it, we’re standing in front of my house. Aya stops.

“See you tomorrow, Aya.”

“Goodbye, Boyan.”

Aya raises her hand and waves with a small gesture of farewell. Her expression seems somewhat lonely, as if she’s yearning for something.

I let out another sigh.

Seriously.

Making that kind of face when parting is just cheating.

I grab Aya’s arm and pull her closer.

“Huh, Boyan!?”

Passing through the gate and unlocking the front door, I lead Aya into the house.

The front door slams shut behind us.

Turning to face Aya, I gaze at her.

Even though the entrance is dimly lit, her flushed face is clearly visible.

“Aya, I just can’t hold back.”

Without hesitation, I pull Aya’s body closer and embrace her.

Her breasts, stomach, and crotch—her entire front side is pressed against me as I relish her warmth.

“Mmm, already… why…”

“It’s because Aya makes such a cute face.”

I gaze into her bewildered eyes and kiss her moist lips.

“Mmm, nchuu… chuuwa, ah, muu… jyuu…”

From the moment our lips touch, we’re fervently locked in a passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwine immediately, lapping at each other with fervor, tasting the other’s mucous membranes. Aya’s soft tongue tastes delicious, and her lips eagerly return the suction. The sensation of our tongues dancing together, heightening each other’s sensitivity, is incredibly pleasurable.

Intense moans filled the quiet entrance as the lewd sound of water reverberated. The sound directly vibrated against eardrums, causing a hazy sensation in the head. It was as though Aya’s lingering kiss was melting everything away.

“Ahh, don’t… please, Boyan, won’t your big sister will be back soon?”

—No, I don’t want to be apart.

More, I want to keep kissing.

More of Boyan’s warmth.

Aya’s emotions flowed through my body, pressed against hers.

Always like this.

Contrary to her words, Aya’s desires break my reason.

—No issues.

A voice resonated in my mind.

God’s intuition, heard after so long.

Ah, that’s helpful.

“Aya, it’s okay. My sister hasn’t returned yet.”

“But… we’re in the entrance.”

—It’s fine.

Here is good.

I don’t want to leave now.

Let’s stay here.

Aya’s voice in my heart makes my manhood stiffen all at once.

“Sorry, Aya. I can’t hold back, I want you.”

“Eh, mmm, nnghh, haah… nngh, …!, …!”

I devour Aya’s lips as if to silence not just words but even her breath. To better savor her warm mouth, I wrap my hand around the back of her head, securing her as I push my tongue inside.

A soft, reassuring sound. Aya, pressed against me, takes a step back.

My knuckles hit the entrance door with a dull thud, a mild ache spreads. Ignoring that, I press Aya against me, sliding my hand down her side.

“Ahh…, ahh…, ahh…”

Due to our height difference, Aya tilts her chin up, her mouth ravished by me. This causes her back to arch, her breasts pressing against my chest. The soft, ample flesh molds and flattens. Wanting to experience that sensation directly, my palm moves from Aya’s side to her belly and then up to her chest.

Squeezing her ample breasts through the blouse, I feel a slight bump against my palm through her blouse and bra, perhaps due to sweat. I adjust my pressure to avoid causing discomfort, my hand moves as if caressing her breast. Still, her soft flesh changes shape under my fingers, as if my fingers might sink into them.

I want to expose and touch them directly, but it would be too much here.

“Aya, let’s take off your panties.”

“Sure…”

Aya nods slightly. Her gaze seems to urge me on.

With one hand that was fondling her generous bosom, I shift downward. I feel her belly through the blouse and caress her waist and thighs through the skirt. Then, I reverse direction, lifting her skirt. Revealed underneath are soaking wet panties.

“Aya, you’re really wet down here.”

“Yeah, Boyan, you’re being naughty…”

Without paying attention to her cute protest, I smoothly slide her panties down with one hand.

While caressing the juncture of her thigh with my palm, I continue moving downward. I’ve pushed the panties down past her knees, and I whisper in Aya’s ear.

“Aya, lift one leg.”

Creating a bit of space by moving away from Aya, I gently bend and lift the leg she’s offering. Her sandal falls off and lands on the entrance floor.

As I pull her wet panties down her legs, the pink lips of her vagina come into view.

I remove my hand from the back of Aya’s head, release her from the kiss, lower my pants and underwear, then put my hands back on. If I don’t, her head might bang against the entrance door with the force of our intense thrusting.

“I’m going to enter you.”

“Yes, please…”

Her voice, on the verge of tears, triggers a thumping in my chest.

Aya is already being honest.

Lowering my hips, I aim for Aya’s entrance.

I plunge my slightly chilled manhood into her moist folds from below.

The sensation as the glans is enveloped by her membranes, a sensation of wetness covering my shaft. The viscous love juices wetting my shaft, and the warm, snug flesh of her vagina welcoming me in.

Unable to resist the urge to thrust, I push my hips forward.

“Aaahh…”

With a squelching sound, Aya lets out a sweet moan.

My crotch collides with her soft skin, making a small slapping noise. Immediately, the grip of her vaginal walls tightens around my entire shaft, constricting and entwining it.

“Ugh, Aya, your pussy feels so tight around me. Did you want this so badly?”

I ask teasingly, as without this banter, I would be overwhelmed by the stimulation of her pussy sucking and gripping my throbbing shaft.

“Nuuhh, uhh… yeah, I wanted it…”

Aya murmurs as if overwhelmed.

In response, her vaginal opening contracts around the base of my manhood. My brain screams in delight at the incredibly pleasurable constriction.

No use. I can’t possibly resist Aya’s unrestrained desires.

I relinquish my rationality to primal lust and decide to completely ravage Aya.

I thrust my hips and penetrate.

“Ahh, aaahh—”

The sound of my shaft penetrating her wetness echoes. Instantly, my manhood is gripped and pleasure shoots through my spine.

I thrust again.

With intermittent squelching sounds, I shake Aya’s body up and down.

“Ahh, nuuh, uhh… nnaah, aahhn, ahh… Boyan, right there, ahh, hitting there…”

The angle must be rubbing against a sensitive spot. Just behind her clitoris, the underside. It’s her most sensitive area within her vagina. I thrust as if digging into that spot.

“No, not there… Ahhnnn, right there, no, no… ahh, nnngghhhh—”

Trembling, Aya’s body shakes, and her vagina clamps down on the tip of my glans. Pleasure spreads from that point throughout her body like foaming bubbles. The overwhelming pleasure gives me goosebumps, making me tremble. My hips feel like they might collapse, but I withstand it, bracing myself.

“Aya, feel even better. Your face when you come is cute. Show me more.”

I whisper into her ear, causing Aya to shiver.

I tense the muscles in my buttocks and thrust.

I increase the speed of my thrusts: squelch, squelch, squelch. There’s a time limit this time, so I can come quickly. That’s why I’m sliding my shaft in and out of her vagina like stroking it.

“No, aah, ahh, no, I can’t, strange, uuuhh, I’m going to… please, stop, I can’t…”

Her desperate plea only serves to intensify the heat in my crotch.

While enduring the increased pressure in her constricting vaginal walls, I keep violating Aya. Her foot, which should be supporting her body, is no longer on the ground. I support her weight with my crotch, lifting her vagina with my manhood.

“I’m… Aya, I’m going to come, inside your pussy…!”

“Haan, aahh, nnkk… ugh, ughn, it’s okay, go ahead, Boyan.”

My manhood is squeezed tightly. At the same time, pleasure sparks, making my vision flicker.

While I should be freely toying with her inside, it feels more like I’m being milked. Pink haze dominates my mind, and the sensation of orgasm spreads like foamy bubbles throughout my body.

Semen spurts forth from my weightless testicles like a burst pipe, rushing through my urethra. Overwhelming pleasure strikes.

“Ngguuhh…!”

I ejaculate in a flow, like a bubbling stream.

Semen flows upward like a broken faucet. Her vagina contracts and sucks me in. It feels like my glans is being swallowed by her uterus.

No, it’s too pleasurable, I can’t stand.

An impact runs through my hand as my knuckles hit something. I press Aya against the entrance door, collapsing forward. Barely managing to keep my legs beneath me, I prevent myself from falling.

“Nnuuuhhh, nn… nnnn—”

Aya closes her eyes, her brows furrowed, desperately enduring her climax.

Seeing her face as she comes intensifies my own orgasm. I want to pour more into her. I want to cover this precious existence with myself, fill her up.

“Guhhh…!”

As I release the last drops of semen, an electric-like pleasure races through my brain.

The orgasm, brief as a moment yet endless, subsides.

Unnoticed, the strength leaves Aya’s arms, which were tightly wrapped around my body. A breath escapes her lips, her body suddenly feeling heavy.

“Oops.”

As if a string has been cut, Aya goes limp, and we both collapse onto the entrance floor.

We realize we’ve been panting heavily.

“Haah, haah… nngh, Boyan…”

Just from her tone, I can tell she’s asking for a kiss. A deep and rich one.

“Muah… nnhnn, nnngh, muah… muu, nnghhh…”

Despite being completely relaxed, we continue to exchange intense, heated kisses.

“…Well then, I’ll head back.”

“Yeah, sorry for holding you back…”

After passionately exchanging kisses for a while, Aya and I slowly raise our bodies, use the tissues I had in my pocket to clean her lower half, straighten our clothes, and then regulate our breathing. Outside, it has become completely dark.

Apparently, Aya’s mother will be told that we were engrossed in a conversation at the park.

As I open the door with a clatter, I find my older sister standing right in front of us.

“Onee-chan!”

“Ooh, Aya-chan!”

A familiar voice resonates in the surroundings.

My sister is dressed in an all-black ensemble, from her jacket to her innerwear and bottoms. She ties her long black hair behind her back. Perhaps due to her work in makeup, she still exudes a distinct aura. Her slightly drooping eyes are firmly fixed on Aya.

“Oh, Onee-chan, it’s been a while.”

“Hehe, it tickles when Aya-chan calls me Onee-chan.”

Her sickly sweet voice is repulsive.

“Um, we were just doing something and I’m about to head home.”

Aya stammers, almost revealing too much. I hope her sister thinks of ‘something’ as small talk or something similar, but her sister’s intuition is strangely sharp, so I can’t let my guard down.

“I’ll walk Aya home.”

Seeing my sister’s smirk, I quickly push Aya out of the entrance.

“Aya-chan, come over again!”

With an insinuating tone in her voice, I feel it on my back as I walk away with Aya.

“Hehe, Onee-chan is as entertaining as ever.”

“…Yeah, she sure is.”

Wanting to disappear from my sister’s view, I unconsciously start walking a bit faster.

Aya catches up with a quick trot and bursts into laughter.

“Boyan, I saw you off and now you’re seeing me off again.”

“Well, yeah.”

The two of us return on the same path we came from. It’s undeniably ridiculous.

But…

“I don’t want to let Aya, like this, walk alone.”

Her entire body is hot and her cheeks are slightly flushed.

Her chestnut hair is slightly disheveled and her blouse has creases in it.

Whether it’s sweat or the remnants of our intimate act, a sweet fragrance wafts gently.

There’s no way I can leave Aya, who exudes such an arousing allure, alone.

“What kind of me is this, what kind of me?”

Puffing out her cheeks, Aya looks up at me. Her eyes seem to carry an amused expression. But she doesn’t seem to grasp my true intentions. She probably thinks I’m just teasing her, as usual.

For now, that’s fine.

I hope she doesn’t realize her own charm.

“You’d get lost immediately, right?”

“Are you treating me like a kid?”

Aya laughs as if on cue.

Time with her always flies by. I wonder if it will be somewhat different when we’re together as a couple.

We’ve already reached Aya’s house.

“Until tomorrow, Boyan.”

“Yeah…”

Looking up at Aya’s house, a thought crosses my mind.

“I want to introduce myself to Aya’s family. Properly, about us.”

“Huh!? Uh… yeah, I guess…”

Aya probably thought about introductions for marriage.

Well, she’s not entirely wrong.

“I wonder if Aya’s family will accept us.”

I mutter like it’s a private thought.

As the words come out, I suddenly feel nervous. Even more so than when I confessed to Aya.

“Boyan.”

“Hmm?”

Aya peers into my face. Her eyes carry a color that seems to find me amusing, teasing, and—

“You’ll be fine.”

With a beaming smile, I get lost in Aya’s eyes.

Oh, right.

It’s going to be alright.

Because Aya says so.

“Yeah, I know.”

With a voice full of conviction, I reply.

“Muu.”

Furrows appear on Aya’s brow.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s rare for Boyan to sound so unsure. I tried to encourage you, but you’re no fun.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Guess my encouragement didn’t work.”

Aya makes a face that’s a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

“Aya, could you talk to uncle and auntie next time? Invite them to have a meal together.”

“Uh, sure… then maybe after the tests next week?”

Suddenly becoming nervous, Aya seems oddly entertaining.

“Yeah, next week.”

Raising my hand to bid farewell, I slowly walk back along the same path.