Chapter 47: Making my childhood friend orgasm multiple times inside the Purikura booth

Making my childhood friend orgasm multiple times inside the Purikura booth

Aya walks holding my hand through an area lined with several Purikura machines. Among the maze-like Purikura corner, Kanappe’s figures are nowhere to be seen.

As they reach a corner of the area, they spot an unoccupied machine.

“Shall we go there?” I says.

Aya nods silently. She seems too embarrassed to even check the machine properly, keeping her gaze down. It might be a good idea to ease the tension.

I stop in front of the machine and turn to face her.

“Aya, I feel like there might be zombies in here.”

I try saying it in a serious tone.

“Hehe, what’s with that?” Aya’s eyes appear from behind her bangs as she laughs, seemingly amused.

“Well, let’s at least take a look.”

I tightly hold her hand and lead her into the photo booth.

“…There’s no one here.”

“Let’s take a Purikura for now. Can I leave the controls to you, Aya?”

“Sigh… Seriously, what’s up with you? Did you kill too many zombies and lose it?”

“Maybe. I just can’t resist wanting to attack you, Aya.”

“What the heck… Fine, but don’t bite me.”

She says it in a teasing manner, but Aya seems to be having fun as she operates the touchscreen. It appears she has relaxed.

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“Alright, we’re ready. We don’t need to edit, right?”

Edit… what could that be? Maybe it’s about making eyes bigger or skin whiter. As I ponder this, the countdown starts without me realizing.

“Here we go~ 1, 2, 3――”

Snap.

The front display shows an expressionless me standing upright and Aya making a small peace sign near her chest. Seeing her like this, I can’t help but think Aya is a cute girl. Despite her awkward smile, I find myself mesmerized.

“Boyan, you’re spacing out… Look, the cool shot’s coming.”

“Huh, there’s more?”

Snap.

The display showed an image of Aya pointing forward and me making a silly face, gazing at each other.

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“Aya, I don’t really get Purikura. Are there like specific poses or something?”

“Mmm… I’m not too sure either, but flipping your hand over and holding it in front of your face like this seems to be a trend. It makes your face look smaller.”

I mimic her by thrusting the back of my hand forward, though it doesn’t seem necessary for Aya.

Snap.

On the display, there’s Aya, smiling with her open fingers against her chin. Yes, she’s definitely cute.

And right beside her…

“Boyan, it’s like a famous person’s engagement announcement.”

With a serious gaze, I strike a pose that seems like I’m showing a ring.

“…Is this it?”

“Yeah, good job.”

Aya starts operating the touchscreen again, seemingly having fun. As she moves the stylus, she mentions that it’s her first time operating it. Eventually, the pen stops.

She seems to hesitate about writing something on the first photo and then decides against it, sending it to the next screen.

“Decorations don’t really suit us. Alright, we’re done. Just wait outside, and we’ll be out soon… Mm!”

As Aya turns around, I kiss her.

It’s a bit impulsive, causing me to slightly miss and nibble the edge of her lips. So this time, I pinch her chin and precisely align our lips.

“Mm, ngh…”

Her relaxed lips part quickly. When I extend my tongue, Aya’s tongue meets it eagerly.

“Ah, ngh… ngh…”

It’s an intense kiss, with wet sounds mixing saliva. Aya’s heated tongue entwines sensuously, and it’s clear that this is what she desired.

“Ah… ngh, nnu… ngh…”

A seductive sound emerges from her throat. The erotic resonance transmitted through our mouths heats up my loins. Holding her close with my arms around her back, I crush her soft bosom against me, which feels pleasurable. I press my hardened shaft against Aya’s abdomen, conveying my lust without reservation.

After thoroughly licking and swirling within her hot mouth, I withdraw my tongue.

“Mm… Boyan, what if someone comes…”

Aya utters the usual line. And perhaps she already anticipates what I’m about to say. Hence, this is just a confirmation.

“Don’t worry. No one will notice.”

My intuition tells me so. Probably, until this affair ends, no one will approach this booth. I just know it somehow.

“But… we were supposed to meet with Kanappe…”

“We have enough time for you to come once.”

“Huh… ngh, ngm…”

Once again, I seal her lips. Aya’s tongue feels softer than twenty seconds ago. If I keep licking like this, it feels like it will melt into a gooey mess. I greedily savor her delicious, hot, and sweet tongue.

“Aah, ngh… nnuu… fuh, uu…”

The poignant sighs that escape from the corners of the mouth are lewd and adorable. It’s troubling because listening to that voice, as if holding back this sensuality, makes me want to make her pant even more.

Supporting Aya’s back with my left hand, I slip my right hand into her neckline. I let my palm crawl under the fabric of her cardigan, pushing it up from around her waist. Reaching the gap of compressed breasts, my fingers then knead the swelling with all five of them.

“Mmm… ngh… n, n… ahhn…”

I silence her attempt to cry out in pleasure by sealing her lips with mine. Despite that, her moans resonate within my mouth.

Through the cardigan, blouse, and the bra underneath, the firm elasticity of her breasts is transmitted to my hand—odd, considering I’ve touched them plenty before. I even somewhat intuit the location of her cute nipples. The sensation of knowing every inch of Aya’s body is delightful.

I press my index finger to a spot I’ve decided upon, and I sense a faint hardness.

“Aya, I can tell your nipples are standing even through your clothes. It’s really arousing.”

“Yeah… Boyan, yours… feels hard too.”

“That’s right. I’m always lusting after you, Aya.”

“Ahhn, ahh… I, too, lust after Boyan…”

—It’s irresistible.

The emotions flowing from Aya’s intimately close body send shivers through my brain. Under her long, lowered lashes, I catch glimpses of her longing gaze. My face is reflected in those eyes.

Once again, I inch my lips closer and slowly close the minimal distance.

“Unn… ahh…”

This time, it’s a gentle kiss. Our lips dance and our tongues intertwine tenderly. I can sense Aya’s body relaxing against mine. Taking advantage of the space created by the slackening tension, I guide my right hand down her lower body, tracing the path beneath her clothes.

Lifting the rough fabric of her skirt, I place my palm perfectly against the junction of her thighs. I firmly grasp the smooth sensation of her panties and the fleshiness of her thighs as they cling to my hand.

Noticing the caress on her lower abdomen, Aya lets out a sensual cry.

I slide my palm, allowing it to glide over the softer, moist region. After a moment of exploring her abdomen, I slip my hand into her underwear.

“Ah, ah… Boyan… ahh…”

Thrusting my index finger into the incredibly soft crevice, it’s met with the gentle flow of her arousal on both sides. Her whole palm covering her intimate area feels immersed in lukewarm water. Aya must have been wet for a while now.

“Aya, you don’t have to hold back. Let yourself feel good with my fingers.”

“Unn, nn… Ahh, I… can’t hold back anymore…”

With my index finger still deeply embedded, I curve it to reach the first joint inside her warm depths. It’s an intense heat. As the second joint is swallowed by the pressure, I insert my middle finger alongside it.

Pushing through the tight inner flesh with both fingers, I caress her sensitive spot just inside her abdomen using my fingertip.

“Ah, ah… Boyan, not there… ahh… nnngh—!”

The pressure on my fingers intensifies as her vaginal muscles clamp down. Aya’s body tightens in my embrace, shivering and trembling. Her face, so close to being kissed, twists in pleasure. Her nearing orgasmic expression, seen up close, is captivating.

As her thin arms loosen their grip and her hips shift, my two fingers penetrate even further into her vaginal passage.

“Unn, ugh… nngh—Haa, ahh…”

Without a chance to catch her breath, Aya is overcome by a second climax. Her lips, which I had kept sealed, part open now, releasing sweet breaths and enchanting cries. She radiates a dizzying allure. Her half-lidded eyes glisten, her pupils unfocused, exuding a profoundly erotic aura.

I want her to come more, to experience even more pleasure in my embrace.

“Aya, come more. I want to see that adorable face of yours even more.”

With my two fingers still deeply inside her, I sandwich her swollen mound between my thumb and the base of my fingers, pressing against her clitoris. I feel the sensation of her exposed, slightly roughened flesh. While maintaining a rhythm of vaginal penetration with my fingers, I gently tap her clitoris with the base of my fingers, which adhere to her skin.

“Ah, unnh… That’s not allowed, Boyan, stop, I’ve already come… I’ve already—”

Trembling and whispering, Aya pleads in a soft voice. Wet, squelching sounds emanate from her lower abdomen as I continue my thrusts, while my fingers’ base stimulates her clitoris with a gentle rhythm.

“Ah, nngh… No, Boyan, that’s not—”

Tears gather in her eyes, finally spilling over and streaming down her cheeks. Aya, ever the crying girl, her tearful visage so enchanting. With reason’s brakes broken, I’m driven to torment her further.

Suppressing the urge to thrust my fingers forcefully, I maintain a consistent rhythm, thoroughly caressing her. I know this is what will truly make Aya feel and unravel.

“Ah, nngh… ahh, nnunhh… fah, nnunnuuh—!”

The vaginal entrance clamps down around the base of my fingers, squeezing tightly. Aya climaxed again. But I won’t stop the stimulation. I want her to experience yet another peak.

“Ah… Boyan, that’s enough… Ah, ahh… I’ve come so much…”

“Not yet. Come once more.”

“No… help… Ah, ahh… Stop—”

I slide my tongue into her lasciviously parted mouth, just as I had done below. I thoroughly intertwine the movements of my tongue in both regions. The squelching sound of her wetness and the slapping sound within my mouth melt through my mind.

My sensitized tongue conveys Aya’s tongue’s warmth and texture, sending electric sensations down my spine. She’s experiencing the same – her tongue occasionally flinches, its movement constrained by the tingling.

“Ngh… n, n… Chua… ngh, nhuu… nnnnn…”

Her moans transform into a tense, high-pitched pitch. And then—

“Nnnuughhh—”

Aya reaches climax within the connected embrace of our mouths.

As her body relaxes, I withdraw my fingers from her vagina, embracing her with both arms to support her. Tears stream down, her skin glistens with sweat, and her crotch is soaked with her secretions. She leans on me, drowning in pleasure.

Holding her soft body that rises and falls with ragged breaths, I surrender myself to overflowing affection, desire, and possessiveness.

When the rugged sounds of breathing begin to subside, I whisper into Aya’s ear.

“Aya, are you okay? Our meeting time is approaching soon. Should we get going?”

“…Nn.”

Aya’s forehead, which had been nestled against my chest, pulls away.

“…Is it okay for Boyan?”

“Huh?”

“It’s still… hard. Seems like it’s painful.”

Aya’s fingers touch my tip, which is still erect and pitching a tent. I instinctively pull back, caught off guard by the unexpected touch.

“I’m satisfied after seeing Aya’s adorable side today. Plus, it’s almost time for our meeting.”

“How about just a little longer?”

Aya looks up at me with a genuinely concerned expression. Whether her words are meant to refer to her hands or her mouth, or perhaps the main act, isn’t entirely clear, but in any case, I should decline for today.

Kanappe would likely come looking for us. My intuition tells me that much.

Also, if I were to enter Aya’s vagina, I’d have no confidence in stopping until Spochi’s closing time. With my defenseless beloved right in front of me, I engage my self-control to the fullest.

“I want to do it so badly, but I’ll hold back. Can you make up for it next time?”

I whisper these daring words into her cute ear.

“Huh…”

“Next time, I won’t be able to hold back and I’ll go wild, I think.”

Saying this with a hint of wickedness.

As I gaze at the stunned Aya, she eventually nods in agreement.

“Uhn, it’s fine…”

Aya’s cheeks, which had just started to regain their natural color, flush red again.

Having secured the promise to ravish Aya as I please, I’ll call it a day for now.

“Well then, I’ll go change my underwear.”

Aya pushes against my chest, distancing herself. Her emotions are transmitted through the palm of her hand.

—Again.

—Again, I’m the only one receiving pleasure.

—Only me.

It’s a mixture of painful and distressing emotions.