Chapter 43: Taking my anxious childhood friend into the shower room

Taking my anxious childhood friend into the shower room

The day after going with Aya to Spochi, I was busy from the morning.

I woke up early and went to help my older sister.

It was a slightly formal scene, so I was made to wear jeans, a white shirt and a black jacket. My older sister had borrowed these for me at the last minute for this scene.

“Well… I guess this is okay,” I said.

My older sister looked at me with a subtle expression.

I know I don’t really suit the jacket.

Without any rest, I ran from one end of the scene to the other and by around noon, the work was mostly done.

“Ryuji, good job, you can go home now,” my sister said.

I let out a sigh and took out my smartphone.

It was a little past 2 in the afternoon. It would take a little over an hour to get from here to school, so I had plenty of time before Aya’s practice ended.

I suddenly noticed that I had a message from Aya.

“Sorry, Booyan. Dad’s on a business trip next week. Maybe we can greet each other the week after next.”

It was a simple message.

When she’s suppressing something, Aya’s messages tend to be like this.

I let out another sigh.

I approached my sister, who was cleaning up after the work.

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“Onee-chan, is it okay if I keep this jacket until tomorrow?”

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On the way to school, I stopped by a slightly upscale Japanese sweets shop.

In the glass case, there were delicious-looking fruit daifuku. I remembered Aya eating them with delight in the past. I have a memory of her looking like her cheeks were about to fall off when she ate them. I bought several Japanese sweets along with the fruit daifuku.

Since I made a detour, I arrived at school a little past 3:30 in the afternoon. Even so, practice wouldn’t end until 4, so I still had time.

There were no sports club members in the schoolyard. It seemed that it wasn’t a day for soccer club practice.

As I approached the gymnasium, I could hear the squeaking sound of gym shoes on the floor. The strong calls of the club members echoed as well.

The side door of the gymnasium was half-open, so I peeked inside.

And there, I saw Aya.

She was wearing the specified uniform, a pink-themed T-shirt and black shorts. It seemed like they were practicing doubles, as she was partnering with another female club member to play against an opposing pair. I was captivated by her serious expression. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

She jumped towards the shuttlecock that was flying in midair, her body flexing and swung her racket.

With a satisfying sound, the shuttlecock passed through the gap in the opponent’s pair.

Suddenly, Aya’s expression brightened and she exchanged a light high-five with her partner. That soft smile was the usual her and the contrast with her serious expression from earlier was incredible.

Captivated by this unexpected charm, I unintentionally let out a small sigh.

“Aya-senpai, damn…”

A voice from nearby said.

It seemed that some male club members were sitting on the other side of the door I was peering through. I pulled my face back and crouched down.

I listened intently to the conversation inside the gym while leaning against the door and gazing at the empty hallway.

“Damn, she’s cute… right?”

“Is it true that Aya-senpai broke up with Soccer Club’s Tokita-senpai?”

“Oh, that’s probably true. I heard that another senior from a different soccer club confessed to her.”

“When was that?”

“About a week ago, I think. She seemed to have rejected him.”

“…That’s news to me.”

I wondered what she said to reject him.

“Oh, speaking of which, didn’t someone say that she was making out with a guy at the cultural festival?”

“Yeah, it was Tokita-senpai, right?”

“No, I heard it was someone else.”

“Is she single now?”

“Who knows?”

“Hey, I talk to Aya-senpai occasionally. She’s seriously refreshing.”

“Refreshing? I thought she was more lively.”

“You’re mistaken. Aya-senpai looks all proper, but she’s actually really gentle.”

“…I get it. Maybe she hasn’t even done it with Tokita-senpai.”

Another male club member joined the conversation.

They had that certain tone of voice that guys tend to use when discussing shady matters.

“Oh, man… I wonder what it’s like to hug her.”

“You’ll get beaten up by the seniors if you do that.”

“Okay, scratch that. But, seriously, doesn’t Aya-senpai smell really nice?”

“Yeah, she does. But aren’t you just into her boobs?”

“Not just that… Anyway, let’s drop it. The seniors might hear us.”

“If she’s single, maybe I should ask her out for a date…”

“Sure, but not today. Takuma said he’s going to confess to her.”

“Seriously? That guy’s a challenger. Well, if he fails, maybe I’ll give it a shot next.”

A loud electronic beep interrupted the conversation. It seemed like there was a substitution for the game.

I felt the male club members stand up, so I moved away from the door. I entered the building, went upstairs and sat on a bench near a vending machine.

“Phew…”

Now that I thought about it, Aya wasn’t used to being confessed to or having someone show interest in her.

It was probably related to the trauma from her childhood. Even when Tokita confessed to her in middle school, she was utterly flustered.

And then they got together, becoming a famous couple at school.

Apart from the occasional pick-up attempts and stalking incidents, no one had overtly shown interest in Aya. So, to suddenly receive attention from so many, she must be feeling overwhelmed.

I looked at the empty hallway.

I remembered that morning after the cultural festival, when we had drinks on this bench. Back then, it was still warm from summer, but now the cool air of autumn had started to mix in. Time kept changing.

I tapped the bag from the Japanese sweets shop beside me.

When I checked the time, it was slightly past 4 o’clock.

I approached the window on the second floor, overlooking the entrance to the gymnasium.

Female and male club members were leaving the gym and heading toward the school gate.

After a while, Aya, in her uniform, came out.

Then, as if she were stopped by someone, she turned back towards the gym. I could tell that her eyes were wide open. It was probably her junior, Takuma-kun. She looked down a bit, then quickly lifted her head and waved to the female club members who were leaving ahead of her.

I turned around and descended the stairs.

Heading towards the entrance of the gymnasium, Aya was about to enter. Takuma-kun was probably going to confess inside the gym.

“Aya.”

Calling out, she turned around as if startled. The light blue sweat towel wrapped around her neck floated gently.

“Huh, Boyan!? What’s wrong?”

“I thought practice was over. I came to pick you up.”

Aya’s eyes remained wide open as her gaze traveled from my head to my toes. And then.

“Haha, Boyan, that outfit…”

She burst out laughing, seemingly unable to contain herself.

The jacket doesn’t really suit me, does it? Well, I’m aware, so I’m not upset.

“I had to wear it for my sister’s job, so I borrowed it.”

“And did you style your hair all spiky like that?”

“Yeah, I tidied it up a bit.”

“I see, what the…?”

She chuckled and even seemed to be holding back tears at the corners of her eyes. Since it was my first time styling my hair, I certainly wasn’t annoyed.

“…Anyway, shall we go?”

“Um, well…”

Aya glanced briefly at the inside of the gymnasium.

I walked past her and stood at the entrance.

I made eye contact with a male club member inside. He was looking at me with a startled expression. Is he Takuma-kun, the underclassman?

I put on a friendly smile and said, “Sorry, did you have something to say to Aya? We have a little business to attend to.”

With a cheerful tone, Takuma-kun stared at me with a puzzled expression.

“Uh… is, uh, Aya-senpai your, like, girlfriend or something?”

“Yeah.”

I answered naturally. Confidently, but without any hint of intimidation.

“Oh, I see… Well, it’s not really a big deal.”

“I see. Well then, let’s go, Aya.”

When I turned around, she had a bright red face.

I took her slender arm and started walking.

“What the heck!?”

Leading a squawking Aya, I pulled her into the school building.

We passed the shoe lockers and entered the adjacent building.

“Wait, Boyan? Aren’t you going home?”

“I want to be with Aya. Is that not okay?”

“Ugh, well… this is the school, you know.”

Although her tone was contradictory, she didn’t resist as I held onto her arm, walking down the hallway lined with club rooms.

“Oh and um… since I’ve sweated a bit, I need to freshen up…”

“Then let’s take a shower together.”

“Huh!?”

Saying so, I stopped in front of the shower room.

I opened the door and turned on the light. There were no signs that someone was using them right now.

I grabbed not her arm but her palm and gently ushered her inside.

Taking off our shoes, I guided her.

As Aya was led by me, she took off her shoes too. Perhaps due to her haste, her gym shoes fell over. I picked them up and placed them in one of the baskets on the shelf.

Both still in our clothes, I pushed Aya into the individual shower room for now.

“Boyan, um… this isn’t good.”

“Why?”

“Because… someone might come.”

Today, only the badminton club was practicing in the sports club rooms. Most of them had already left. The last one remaining, Takuma-kun, was seen heading towards the schoolyard as Aya and I entered the building. The mid-term tests were over and only a few teachers were on duty today. The school building would be locked by six. Even if someone were to come in, there wouldn’t be anyone peeking into the individual shower rooms. And even if they did, there were various ways to handle it. So…

“It’s alright. No one will come.”

With absolute conviction, I asserted that and Aya glared at me, her forehead wrinkled.

“Ugh, again with the ‘it’s alright.’ When you say that, I…”

She probably ends up thinking it’s alright.

“Aya, take everything off.”

Stepping closer, I put my hand on her uniform shirt.

“Huh… ah, mmm…!”

She seemed a bit resistant, so I covered her slightly parted lips with a kiss.

I flipped up the shirt to reveal a snug black camisole underneath. I grabbed its hem and lifted it along with the shirt. Her generously sized breasts, ready to burst out, came into view. I let Aya raise her hands in a triumphant pose and briefly paused the kiss to take the shirt off her head.

“Oh, no… wait a second, I’m cold…”

“Just wait a moment. I’ll undress too.”

I exited the room, carefully placing Aya’s clothes in the basket where I had put my gym shoes earlier. I quickly undressed, stacking my jacket, dress shirt, jeans, socks and underwear on top of each other.

Turning back, I reentered the room and closed the curtain behind me.

“Ugh, Boyan…”

Aya remained completely naked, using her arms to shyly cover her breasts and genitals.

Tears welled up in her upward-gazing eyes, captivating my attention. Her appearance was so provocative, igniting male lust and sadistic desires in an instant.

“Sorry, I’ll turn on the water.”

I twisted the faucet and water began to flow from the fixed showerhead on the wall. The temperature rose quickly, filling the air with warm steam. The white mist clouded my vision.

“Aya, show me your nakedness.”

Gently gripping her slender arms that were concealing her private parts, I spread them apart.

Her white breasts and beautiful intimate area were revealed.

Come to think of it, this might be the first time I’ve seen Aya’s naked body so clearly in a well-lit place. It was always dimly lit or in the evening and she often had some clothing on.

I took the opportunity to thoroughly appreciate her body. The smooth line of her shoulders, the two well-developed breasts at her chest. Their tips adorned with pink nipples framed by pale areolas. My gaze traveled downward, revealing a slim waist that led to curvaceous hips.

Her cute belly around the navel looked soft, yet faint hints of abdominal muscles were visible. Moving my gaze lower, I became captivated by her slightly swollen mound and the clean crevice between her thighs. Her thighs had a certain amount of fleshiness, while also hinting at the muscles she developed through her activities.

Back in the past, I was once asked by some boys in class about my preferred body type. At that time, I didn’t have a clear preference, but things were different now. Only Aya’s body drove my desires to an extreme.

“Your beautiful, Aya.”

Unintentionally expressing my admiration, Aya let out a soft “Uh” and turned her face away.

Ignoring her reaction, I reached out towards the fullness of her chest. I slid my hand over the underside of her breasts, savoring their pleasant weight. They were incredibly soft and with a slight movement of my hand, they jiggled amusingly.

Earlier during practice, her breasts hadn’t swayed when she jumped around. Probably due to the tight camisole and bra she was wearing. Aya had always been self-conscious about her large breasts and had tried her best to make them less noticeable. The fact that I alone could play with her breasts in ways no one else could filled me with possessive satisfaction.

“Aya, your nipples are so cute when they’re erect.”

“Ah, ngh…”

I flicked the slightly swollen nipples with my fingertip and Aya let out a pained moan. Her nipples, firm and erect, had a delightful bounce when pinched. I had an urge to fondle them endlessly.

Spreading my hands, I kneaded her breasts that couldn’t be fully covered. Massaging the soft breast tissue, rolling the pointed tips between my palm and fingers. My fingers sank into the softness, almost squishing them. With every touch, I carefully conveyed sensations of pleasure to Aya.

Reluctantly moving away from the breasts that I wanted to keep touching, I slid my palm downward. I felt a soft sensation beneath the fluffiness of her belly, revealing the presence of firm muscles. Her lower abdomen trembled slightly, as if in tension.

My palm glided slowly, reaching the damp lower abdomen moistened by steam and sweat. Aya’s vagina was moist.

“Y-Yes, ah…”

Scooping up her moisture with my fingertips, Aya quivered and moaned. Her tantalizing voice echoed within the confined space.

I pressed my body close, enjoying the warmth of her heated, supple skin. My fingers moved irregularly in her lower abdomen. Wet sounds mixed with the steam as I stimulated the vaginal walls. I immersed my fingers in her wetness, then brushed against her hardened clitoris. I gently caressed the cute nub with the pad of my finger, drawing slow circles.

“Ah, no, ah… ngh, ngh, ah, ah, ah…!”

Right by my ear, Aya climaxed.

Her soft body tensed, convulsing and spasming, then finally relaxing.

I waited for her breath to steady before speaking.

“The way you look when you’re turned on, Aya, it’s irresistible. So wet and enticing.”

I taunted her with these words.

“Yeah…”

Aya nodded, her heated desire evident in her breaths.

I had an overwhelming urge to ejaculate.

“Aya, I’m going to enter you.”

Bending my hips, I positioned the tip of my member at the lower entrance of Aya’s vagina.

Due to her position, the shower’s water splashed onto her shoulders, scattering and wetting her body.

“Wait, our hair’s getting wet.”

“Ah, sorry.”

“No, it’s not that… it’s your hair, Boyan.”

“My hair?”

“Yeah, um, that hairstyle… it looks cool.”

“You were laughing earlier, though.”

“No, it’s because it looks cool… and that jacket suits you really well.”

“No, you were laughing at that too, right?”

“It’s different… I always thought that because Boyan is tall, he would look good in a jacket.”

Aya stared at me with eyes that held a look of belief. From those earnest eyes, I could sense her sincerity. Her gaze pierced through me, making my face heat up.

Aya continued, “You know… earlier, in my mind, I called you Boyan… and then you actually came, wearing really cool clothes, so I couldn’t help but laugh…”

“I see.”

I thought it was a good idea to pick her up today in that outfit.

I reached my hands behind Aya’s thighs and lifted her up.

“Whoa…”

Her eyes widened in surprise as she was lifted higher and higher.

I held Aya while keeping her lifted a few inches above eye level.

“Hehe, you’re so tall.”

Looking up, Aya reached her hand toward my forehead with a gentle expression. She used her fingertips to pick up the bangs that clung to my forehead.

“Yeah, that’s better… You look handsome, Ryuji.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I lowered Aya’s hips until the tip of my erect shaft aligned with her entrance, then slowly pushed inside her wet warmth.

“Ah, nghhh…”

With her face against my shoulder and collarbone, Aya moaned.

My member was enveloped by the warmth of her vagina, steadily sliding in. Pushing through her tightness, my glans reached her depths. In an instant, my shaft was embraced tightly, sending tremors through my hips.

“I’m going to move, Aya.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Aya had lost all composure, nodding vigorously.

While still holding Aya, I gripped her hips, lifting and lowering them slightly.

“Ah, haaah, nnnghh…”

With each deliberate thrust, a lewd squelching sound filled the air. The sensation of her vaginal walls wrapping around my shaft, squeezing and releasing, sent waves of intense pleasure through me. Her legs, which supported her body, threatened to give way, but she struggled to remain upright.

“Aya, kiss me…”

Aya’s soft upper arms wrapped around my neck and her small tongue slipped into my mouth.

“Ahn, nngchuu, nngre… reh, chuu, chuk, churo, nnnaaah…”

Her breathy gasps and moans reverberated in my eardrums. The wet sounds of our intense kisses resonated in my mind. The overwhelming pleasure made my head feel like it was melting.

My hips moved involuntarily, responding to her escalating arousal. While holding Aya, I rocked her up and down, continuing to thrust my pelvis upward.

“Ah, haaahn, ah, aah, nnchuu, nnchuro… nnnggh, puah, aaah, aan…”

I plundered Aya’s vaginal depths with wet, squelching sounds. I thrust forcefully, eliciting her love juices, angling my member to scrape against her vaginal walls. The heat between our groins intensified and the piston-like motions continued, speeding up.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, flattening and swaying with each movement. The pressure of her breasts and the sensation of her stiffened nipples were delightful.

“Ah, ahh, annn, haaah, ngh, kuuh… aaah, aaahhh…”

Aya’s urgent moans were a prelude to a colossal climax.

Unconsciously, my hips clenched and my legs tensed. Something hot flowed from my testicles up through my urethra.

“Guuh, Aya… I’m coming, deep inside your vagina…!”

“Yeah, come, Boyan… fill me up completely.”

In that instant, a shower of pleasure engulfed my mind.

Splurting and splashing, my seed surged out. My glans was swallowed by her hot depths and her cervix pulsated around it, greedily drawing in the semen.

“Guuuh, uughhh…”

My voice escaped me as waves of pleasure shot through my spine. A sensation of ecstasy crawled up my back. My entire body was overcome by a hazy sensation and I felt like I was floating. A pink haze filled my mind, leaving me thoughtless.

“Ah, Boyan… nnguuhh… nngh, ah… nn, ah… nn…!”

Aya trembled with her voice subdued, her climax evident in the way she tightened around my shaft. With each bounce of my member, her body tensed in response to the pleasure and I held her close, enfolding her petite form.

In that moment, my legs gave way.

Sensations of melting from the waist down overwhelmed me and I collapsed to the floor, creating a splashing sound as my rear hit the wet surface. I sat down with my knees bent, ending up in a position as if Aya was straddling me.

“Nuuh…”

During the fall, it seemed that my shaft pushed up Aya’s depths. Once again, she was writhing in ecstasy. Resting her chin on my shoulder, she continued to release breathy moans and coos.

“Haah, ngh… Boyan, yours… it’s still so hard… nghhh…”

I probably had already finished ejaculating.

However, as if my entire member was coated with an aphrodisiac, it kept staying erect.

“I don’t even know why. Your vagina feels too good, Aya and it just won’t calm down.”

“You’re still… coming, too…?”

“Yeah, the pleasure won’t stop.”

“Hehe…”

Aya smiled happily, an oddly proud undertone in her expression.

I extended my tongue and playfully licked Aya’s cheeky ear.

“Yann, the ear, again…”

I playfully nipped at it and gently bit down.

“Hiaa, ahhn… the ear, not there… hiaah, nnnggh…”

Aya’s ear was really soft. Whether it was loosened by steam or heated from arousal, her bright red ear had become pliant.

I licked and traced the insides of her ear with my tongue. Exploring the soft curves, the back and even delving into the hole, I produced lewd, wet sounds mixed with saliva that echoed in Aya’s eardrums.

“Enough… ngh, yann… ahh, stop it… hiaah, nnnnh…”

While tormenting her ear, I thrust my still-connected member upward, prompting her to moan lewdly once again.

While having fun with Aya’s ear, I occasionally moved my hips, teasing her.

“Boyan, you’re so mean… payback time.”

At some point, she began to suck on my ear as well. The pleasure exceeded the tickling sensation, making my back shiver involuntarily. I could see why this teasing was quite intense.

In this manner, we played around with each other for a while, kissing and waiting for the climax to subside.