Chapter 42: My childhood friend gets back at me

My childhood friend gets back at me

At the bench in the rest area, I wait for my erection and Aya’s excitement to subside.

“Should we head back soon, Aya? Looks like everyone’s waiting”, I suggest.

“Yeah…”, Aya responds.

We get up and head towards the elevator. I press the open/close button and the doors immediately open. I step in first.

As I turn around to press the button for the lower floor, Aya’s body suddenly leaps into the elevator with a thud. There’s a sensation of something incredibly soft pressing against me without end and I instinctively hold her.

“Aya, are you okay? Feeling dizzy?”

“Uh, sorry, I just woke up…”, Aya mumbles.

“This isn’t a bed, you know.”

“…Maybe it is.”

Pressed against my chest, Aya wraps her arms around my waist. Her only exposed ear is bright red. This is a bit unfair.

The elevator doors close. We remain embraced in the confined space, motionless. Our bodies pressed close radiate heat and my head feels fuzzy. Perhaps due to my overwhelming drowsiness, I start to care less about the fact that the rest of the class is waiting downstairs or that we’re inside an elevator.

“Aya”, I whisper and she looks up at me with a slight movement. Her eyes, swaying with desire, threaten to draw me in. The distance between our lips diminishes.

A sudden jolt beneath our feet and the elevator begins its descent. It seems like we’ve been called to the first floor.

We continue holding each other as we descend, not even considering the possibility of stopping on a different floor along the way.

“Oh, there’s Aya! Let’s take some purikura and head home!” A voice exclaims as we reach the first floor. Aya is whisked away by her female friends. There are no signs of the guys – they either left earlier or are still playing basketball.

Standing near the entrance, I absentmindedly wait and then I feel my phone vibrating in my back pocket. I take it out—it’s a call from my older sister.

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“Oh, we’re having dinner, Ryuji and, um, where are you now? Outside?” her message reads.

Perhaps the noise from the arcade was too loud – it’s clear that my night escapade has been revealed.

“Yeah, I’m at Spochi”, I reply.

“Near the school?”

“Yeah.”

“Is Aya with you?”

“…Yeah.”

“Perfect, I’m actually nearby. I’ll swing by to pick you guys up.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Should take about ten minutes. Wait in front of Spochi. Later.” Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

The call ends abruptly. My sister is as pushy as ever.

…Well, Aya looks really sleepy today. It’s impossible to find a place to take her and be intimate. Maybe she’ll just sleep on the train for sure. I could carry her back from there, but she’d probably dislike that.

I did want to savor some quality time alone with her after such a long time, but there’s no helping it.

“Hey, Boyan, sorry to keep you waiting!”

Aya returns from the game center. She approaches as if it’s only natural for me to be waiting at the entrance. It’s quietly heartwarming.

“Aya, my sister said she’s on her way back from work and will pick us up in her car.”

“Kaede-san? Oh, I see… that’s a relief.”

The momentary sadness that crosses her face is quite pleasing.

Aya goes to explain things to her friends and returns promptly.

“Goodbye”, Aya waves back to her friends as they say their farewells. While watching this scene, I notice a familiar car parked near the entrance. It’s my sister.

“Hey there, Aya-chan! We seem to be running into each other quite often lately.”

“Oh, Onee-chan… good evening!”

With an almost embrace-ready momentum, my sister approaches and Aya responds with a broad smile. The slight tension on Aya’s profile is something I’m used to – it’s a usual occurrence.

Due to the age gap between my sister and us, we rarely played together. By the time Aya came into my life, my sister was already attending beauty school. Apart from occasionally having meals with Aya’s family and going camping together, there weren’t many opportunities for us to meet.

Perhaps because of that, Aya still holds a bit of reserve towards my sister.

“Well, let’s head back”, my sister says briskly and we follow her to the car.

Aya murmurs in a small voice, “Your sister always looks so cool.”

“Really?”

My sister, as usual, ties her black long hair back and wears an all-black ensemble from head to toe. I admit, she does look fashionable, though.

Suddenly, I sense a passionate gaze from Aya.

My sister’s appearance and aura tend to be more chic, which contrasts with Aya’s vibrant and boyish nature. Yet, it seems Aya harbors feelings of admiration toward my sister.

If I were still the oblivious Boyan from before, I might not have noticed.

“Alright, hop in, hop in! There’s a lot of stuff in the passenger seat, so you two can sit in the back.”

As Aya and I settle into the back seat, the car starts moving. Her impatient personality is the complete opposite of mine.

“Speaking of which, you two are dating, right?”

My sister suddenly interjects.

“Huh!? Oh… um, yes. Wait, why do you ask?”

Aya stammers, taken aback and then asks my sister.

“Heh, if you just watch you two, it’s obvious. Besides, Ryuji’s only ever been interested in you, Aya-chan.”

“Onee-chan, focus on driving.”

I intervene, replacing Aya, who’s turned into a boiled octopus in the seat. I attempt to rebuke my sister.

Ignoring my mild protest, my sister keeps on chatting.

“By the way, Ryuji, you’re done with your exams, right? You’ll be starting your fieldwork tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ll start tomorrow.”

Recently, I’ve been assisting my older sister with her makeup job… though it’s mainly just odd jobs. I want to save money quickly and prepare to be independent.

“The director from the last gig was praising you, Ryuji. Said you’ve got stamina”, my sister mentions.

“Huh…?”

I’m not quite sure if that’s praise, but it’s probably my sister’s way of boosting my confidence in front of Aya.

Glancing at Aya, I notice her watching our exchange with an intrigued expression. She’s pretending to be expressionless, but this… this is the look she gives when she thinks I’m cool or dependable.

Feeling oddly embarrassed, I turn my gaze towards the window.

“Wait, so are you, like, the exclusive model for Onee-chan now!?”

“Well, ‘exclusive’ is a bit much. You never know when he might drop it, on a whim.”

Aya and my sister seem to be having a lively conversation.

Their chatter starts sounding like a lullaby. The car’s vibrations feel like a rocking cradle, making me strangely drowsy. I keep nodding off, my head dropping repeatedly.

“…Boyan, you look sleepy.”

“Ryuji~, how about resting your head on Aya-chan’s lap~?”

I turn towards the source of my sister’s teasing tone, my irritation growing. But before I can voice my complaint to her, I catch Aya’s gaze.

“Um… would you like… to sleep?”

Aya pats her own thighs gently. Her bashful expression erases any irritation I had towards my sister.

“…Sure, I’ll take you up on that.”

I collapse onto Aya’s lap as if drawn in.

Half my face is enveloped in the softness of her flesh. Through her skirt, I feel the warmth of her thighs. Simultaneously, a sweet, irresistible scent emanates from her, threatening to melt my brain.

This is more intense than I anticipated.

There’s a gentle sensation of Aya’s abdomen against the back of my head. Soft and warm, I can sense the slightly accelerated beat of her heart. On top of that, there’s a faint warmth against the part of my face not pressing against her thighs. I know what that is—it’s the ample curve of Aya’s bosom right above my cheek. It rises and falls in sync with her breath and if she were to take a deep breath, those generous curves would press onto my face.

To put it simply, this is like heaven. Even with my eyes closed, my body feels like it’s boiling, so there’s no way I can fall asleep.

“Whoa, you guys look like a couple. Damn it, Ryuji, lucky you…”

Teasing herself into the conversation, my sister suddenly becomes envious of me for some reason. I thought getting a knee-pillow in front of my sister would be a kind of punishment, but honestly, it’s more of a reward.

Maybe due to a red light, the car slows down, causing a slight jolt.

I instinctively grasp Aya’s thigh, causing her body to tremble. I sense her entire body tense up and I can feel her inner thighs press together beneath my cheek. With a reaction like that, I’m going to have an even harder time sleeping.

Behind my closed eyelids, I sense my sister peering into the rearview mirror from the driver’s seat.

“Oh, already asleep? Hehe, Ryuji, your sleeping face is so cute.”

“Hehe, yes.”

“Hey, Aya-chan, didn’t you know?”

“Yeah, I usually wake up later… and sometimes, um, Ryuji helps wake me up or something…”

“I see…”

Aya’s managed to deflect my sister’s cheeky questioning.

Well, I can’t let my guard down too much around my perceptive sister.

Suddenly, Aya’s hand lands softly on my head. As if trying to distract me, she playfully ruffles my hair. Honestly, it feels amazing. At this rate, I might actually fall asleep.

Right then, a soft electronic sound rings out from the driver’s seat.

“Oh, sorry! I need to take this call real quick.”

Immediately after, I hear a male voice. It’s the voice of the director I recognize. My sister has put the call on speakerphone and started talking about work.

Finally, I might be able to fall asleep.

As I think this, something gently brushes against my lips. Thin fingers, Aya’s fingers.

They press on my lips, checking their resilience, lightly tapping and bouncing them. It’s kind of ticklish and for some reason, I can feel a throbbing down there.

Ah, I see.

No matter how much my sister might have learned about my relationship, it would be strange for shy Aya to offer a knee-pillow in public like this.

This is her way of getting back at me.

Aya’s touches were much more subtle than mine. She lightly tapped various parts of my lips, occasionally pressing with the pads of her fingers. It wasn’t overtly sensual. Yet, due to their sensitivity or maybe because my eyes were closed, my spine tingled and a gentle warmth spread through my groin.

It feels like I’ve grasped why Aya reacted so strongly earlier.

My lips are gently pressed and move a centimeter at a time towards my cheeks. Puni, puni, gently pressing and gradually shifting towards my ears. Despite the ticklish sensation threatening to make me squirm, her touch has a comical quality that almost makes me want to burst into laughter.

Aya’s fingers are getting colder. Perhaps my ears are warmer than my cheeks.

She pinches my earlobe with her fingers. Then, she uses her thumb and index finger to grab my entire ear, gently rubbing and kneading it. The friction’s sound resonates in my eardrums, like a shushing noise. It’s like my ear is being massaged evenly and the sensation is both ticklish and pleasant.

Her fingers then begin to lightly tickle, causing me to instinctively tighten the hand that’s on her thigh.

“Nh.”

The thigh I’m using as a pillow bounces and a high-pitched sound rings above my head. It feels like a surprised reaction to the stimulation on her thigh.

Since my sister is still on a hands-free call, she probably hasn’t heard that cute noise.

The car slows down, probably due to a red light or something.

As the car’s brakes cause a slight jolt, I grab Aya’s thigh again, this time gripping it tightly. My fingertips dig into the soft flesh.

“Ah… n.”

It’s a faint sigh-like sound.

Once again, the inner part of her thighs tightens beneath my cheek.

Aya squeezes my ear with more force, seemingly trying to contain her arousal. In response, I also press my palm with a little more strength and slide it slightly along the surface of her thigh.

“Nn, no more…”

A whisper-like moan. Even though the voice is directed at me, it’s not quite a complaint, but more of a voice that conveys the sentiment “I’m troubled.”

I feel excited, almost as if I’m teasing Aya in her vulnerable, voiceless state.

The car jolts again as it starts moving.

Correspondingly, I move my palm another centimeter. The thigh I’m holding onto is soft and my hand has crept up almost to the edge of her skirt.

“Haah…”

A sigh of exasperation. A trembling exhalation. Evidence of her confusion regarding her own arousal.

Aya tightly grasps my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp. Her fingers press with just the right amount of pressure and it feels good.

As if in return, I press my fingers into the inside of her thigh, kneading and massaging.

“Why are you… doing this…”

A voice like a mosquito’s buzz.

My fingers, inserted into the valley of her thighs, are compressed by the fleshy sensation. She seems to be tightly closing her legs to prevent them from going further inside. The thigh I’m gripping feels slightly damp—probably sweating.

Does Aya still think I’m asleep?

I try to slightly open my eyes and look up at Aya, but her generous bosom covers my field of vision and I can’t see anything.

Unable to help, I close my eyes again. It seems like my sister’s call has finally ended.

“Sorry, Aya-chan, can I make a quick stop at the convenience store over there? I need to buy some cigarettes real quick.”

“Huh, cigarettes?”

Aya asks with a composed tone.

“Oh, they’re not mine. Tomorrow, I’ll be working with a heavy smoker and those are his backups in case he runs out.”

I sense the sensation of the car making a sharp left turn. Capitalizing on the motion, I slip my palm between Aya’s slightly parted thighs. My fingertips come into contact with something softly moist.

“Well then, be right back. Aya-chan, you want anything?”

“Oh, uh… I’m okay.”

The door closes with a bang, leaving only Aya and me in the car.

I press my palm a bit more forcefully, sliding it deeper into the damp fabric.

“Hey, no… stop it…”

I’ve been scolded.

Even though it’s retaliation for my mischief, I realize I might have gone too far.

“Boyaaan.”

I’m called in a tone that’s gentle, almost as if scolding a child.

I give in and turn my head upwards, opening my eyes.

In the dimly lit car, our eyes meet.

At that instant, my body freezes as if struck by a feverish delirium.

Busty and plump blouse. From its peaks, Aya is looking down at me.

Her eyes were fixed on me with a lustful gaze. Her eyebrows were arched in a way that made her look like she might burst into tears any moment.

“…If you do something like that, I’ll want it.”

Not a complaint or criticism, but a plea in her voice.

Her teary eyes draw closer and closer.

“Mm, mm… chu, mm…”,

A kiss descends from above.

Her short-cut hair nearly gets in my eyes, so I close my eyelids.

My lips are nibbled on and her tongue playfully licks their insides. Somehow, Aya’s pressing my head and chin, immobilizing my face. Not that I’m inclined to move anyway.

“Haa… nghh… chu… rry it…”

She speaks in a voice that’s boyish.

A mix of amusement, cuteness and pleasure—it’s like my brain is glitching.

A sultry “n” sound is heard and I feel soft lips against mine. A warm tip of a tongue starts licking my lips in a slippery, wet manner. Her movements trace the contours of my lips, making my body tremble involuntarily.

Yes, this is definitely payback.

I decide to let Aya have her way.

Her lips suction onto mine with a “chu, chu” sound. Aya’s warmth, earnestly seeking, fills my heart.

“Nh, Boyaan… chu, chu… nryu, nchuu…”

A moist tongue slips into my mouth. When it encounters my tongue, it playfully entwines with it. A surge of electricity runs through my body, making my groin burn as if on fire.

Gradually, her entangled tongue retreats and our lips part.

Presumably, my sister has returned.

The door makes a clattering sound, followed by the vibration of someone getting in.

“Phew, sorry to keep you waiting. Totally forgot to ask how many grams…”

“Welcome back.”

Aya responds calmly.

Eventually, the car starts moving.

I remain still with my eyes closed, unable to move a muscle.

My heart is full from this dream-like event that just occurred.

“Hey, Ryuji, wake up. It’s morning, cock-a-doodle-doo.”

My sister’s casual words jolt me awake. It seems we’ve arrived at Aya’s house.

When I look at Aya, she’s looking at me with a slightly lowered gaze. Her gaze from beneath her eyelashes seems inviting, causing my heart to skip a beat.

“Well then, Aya-chan, come over for dinner sometime.”

“Sure thing, thanks for the ride, Onee-chan.”

“No problem, dear.”

My sister seems to have been taken aback by Aya’s innocent and appealing smile.

“Bye, Boyan… see you.”

“Yeah, see you next week.”

“Next week… yeah.”

I’m pretty sure Aya has club practice tomorrow, Saturday. And on Sunday, there’s a family matter she mentioned. I’ll be helping my sister all day.

So, until next week.

However, Aya seems somewhat lonely.

She opens the car door, steps lightly towards the gate and waves her hand toward us. Then, she heads inside her house.

“Ahh… Aya-chan’s so cute, having a little sister like her is the best.”

“Yeah, it is.”

As I say that, I open the car door too.

“Hm? Where are you going, Ryuji?”

“I’m just going to walk home for a bit. Need to cool off my head.”

“What’s that about? …Well, whatever. Be careful on your way back.”

My face must be pretty flushed. My sister seems to have sensed something, as she quietly leaves me and drives off.

“Phew…”

Walking alone along the dark night road.

It’s a bit chilly, but it’s just right to cool down the heat in my body.

I reflect on Aya’s demeanor throughout the day.

It was a bit strange. She seemed unusually proactive.

And that expression she had when she left just now.

Even though we were together, she smiled with a hint of loneliness.

I recognize that expression.

When she was with Tokita, there were times she made that kind of face.

…Tomorrow morning, my sister has work.

Once that’s done…

“Let’s stop by the school.”

I mutter as I look at the flickering streetlights.

The old me might not have noticed.

Even if I did notice, I’d probably wait until next week, albeit with some curiosity.

But my intuition tells me that sometimes, hesitating can lead to an undesired future.

I’ve decided not to let even a hint of loneliness in Aya.

That’s what I’ve resolved.

I calm my heart and return home as usual.