Chapter 59: Making my childhood friend shiver on the edge

Making my childhood friend shiver on the edge

Upon waking up, Aya kissed me.

Her soft and moist lips felt pleasant. The delightful sensation spread throughout my body, instantly awakening me.

Quite the unexpected morning reward.

Her slightly parted lips welcomed my tongue and our heated tongues entwined. With the lascivious sounds of slurping, my awareness became clear and I quickly succumbed to the sensuality.

“Ah, fu… n… a, ehh… n, ku… nnn…”

Her breaths were hot. This was quite the daring kiss for first thing in the morning.

If we continued like this, I’d probably end up pulling Aya into the futon. Not a good idea when there are others in the house.

After our tongues had danced together for a while, her face gradually moved away. Strings of saliva hung between our tongues as they parted, illustrating the intensity of the kiss.

Her gaze, fixed on me, pierced through my heart. Even without relying on intuition, I could tell there was a desire in her expression. Frowning slightly, as if on the verge of tears.

Aya’s lips, fully engrossed in lust, curved into a little smile.

“Let’s have breakfast”, she said.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

My crotch was rock hard and my heart thumped loudly. Suppressing the beastly desire within the confines of the futon, I managed to respond in a refreshing manner.

“The rolled omelet is really delicious…”

The rolled omelet Aya had made was exquisite. The moment it entered my mouth, I experienced a soft texture that suddenly gave way to a sweet flavor, filling my mouth with bliss.

“Hehe, you think so?”

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Seated across from me at the low table, Aya smiled with an expression that said “I told you so.”

“It’s delicious… It’s fluffy, yet the flavor has soaked in, it’s sweet. I can’t find words beyond ‘delicious’. …Thank you for making it.”

Perhaps due to the excitement from the earlier kiss that hadn’t completely subsided, I found myself voicing my thoughts rapidly.

“Ahh, uhh… Yeah.”

Perplexed by my unusually verbose response, Aya blushed and awkwardly nodded.

I finished the rolled omelet rather quickly, pairing bites of grilled salmon with rice. Aya, on the other hand, sat up straight, her back rigid, as she daintily nibbled from each dish with her chopsticks.

Despite her lively image, she displayed impeccable manners during meals. It was a very Aya-like trait and made me chuckle.

Lost in observing her eating manner, I was caught off guard when she suddenly looked back at me.

“What’s wrong?”

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“Ah, yeah… Everyone’s at the hospital today.”

“I see.”

In other words, currently, only Aya and I were in this spacious house.

The thought crossed my mind that I should have pulled her into the futon earlier, but if I had, the rolled omelet would have likely turned cold. So, this was fine.

“Need another serving of miso soup?”

“Oh, yes please.”

“Sure thing.”

Getting up and saying that, Aya’s entire presence captured my attention.

Today, she wore a long-sleeved knit top that resembled a yellow cardigan, paired with blackish denim short shorts.

The way her cleavage was gently outlined through the thin knit fabric exuded allure and her thigh peeking out from the shorts was dazzlingly exposed.

“I think this might be the first time I’ve seen this knit on you.”

“Yeah, I got this when Kanappe helped me pick it out… What do you think?”

Raising one eyebrow, Aya blushed and smiled shyly.

It gave off a somewhat girlish vibe. But it suited her gentle and lively atmosphere, exuding a faint touch of maturity.

“Yellow looks good on you, Aya. It’s cute and I really like it.”

“Ah, thanks… Umm, I kind of rushed this morning, so it doesn’t match my bottoms well.”

Tapping her shorts with both hands, Aya hurriedly stood and disappeared into the kitchen with my rice bowl.

About three minutes later, she returned from the kitchen. Her cheeks and ears seemed to have cooled down.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

Accepting the rice bowl and sitting across from her, I was met with the usual cheerful expression on Aya’s face.

“Boyan, are you heading home today?”

“Yeah, I can’t change tomorrow’s part-time job.”

“I see, yeah… Thanks so much.”

“No problem, I just intruded because I wanted to see Aya.”

“…Yeah, thanks.”

“When are Aya and the others coming back?”

“We’re coming back the morning after tomorrow. So, the next time we’ll see each other is at school.”

With a cheerful face, she looked away. She wasn’t hiding her loneliness very well since earlier.

I felt the same way. It was just a single day we wouldn’t meet. There were times we couldn’t meet even on weekends. Still, why did it feel so hard to be apart?

“Since it’s been a while, make sure not to freeze in front of the classroom due to nervousness.”

I said this jokingly and Aya pouted in response.

“If that happens, I’ll ask Kanappe and the others to pick me up.”

I’d gladly take on that role. No, if Aya and I entered the classroom together, we’d surely attract attention. She’d end up blushing like crazy.

We exchanged trivial jokes to alleviate our loneliness.

“Is it okay to leave the dishes here? I’ll help you wash them.”

I called out to Aya, who was washing the dishes at the kitchen sink. Her sleeves were rolled up and she scrubbed the round plates with a sponge, creating quite a charming sight. Very nice.

“Oh, thanks, but I’ll handle the dishes, so you’re good.”

“Then, is there something else I can help with?”

“Actually, can you help me bring in the kotatsu futon from the six-tatami mat room’s garden? It’s all laid out.”

“Got it.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll wipe the table.”

With a smile, Aya’s gesture tightly grasped my heart.

The exchanges we’d been having in the kitchen made it feel like we were a newlywed couple.

Involuntarily, I associated it with a bittersweet newlywed life with Aya.

Isn’t this just wonderful?

Returning to the six-tatami mat room, I slid open the window.

Aside from the wide garden facing the main hall, there was also a small garden facing this six-tatami mat room. It seemed the laundry was hung out here.

Stepping onto the veranda, I put on my sandals.

A shiver ran down my spine. The cold autumn air pierced my skin and my exhaled breath turned white. It was certainly a good time to bring out the kotatsu.

I took down the kotatsu futon from the clothesline and returned to the room.

“So this is the kotatsu table.”

Removing the tabletop from the low table, I laid out the kotatsu futon and then put the tabletop back on. Everything was ready now.

“Oh, you set up the kotatsu, thank you.”

Aya approached with a tray carrying tea. Placing it on the kotatsu, she began wiping the table with a cloth. It was very… reminiscent of a new wife.

I averted my gaze from her since I felt like I could get lost in watching her forever. Looking toward the tray, there were two warm taiyaki pastries on the plates.

“Taiyaki looks delicious.”

“Yeah, I heated them up.”

‘As always, you love sweet bean paste, don’t you?’ or ‘You’ve just finished eating rice and yet you manage to fit in so much.’ I swallow words that seem lacking in delicacy. Instead, I point outside the window.

“Shall we eat on the veranda?”

“Sure!”

The two of us sit on the veranda and enjoy the taiyaki.

“Mmm, it’s delicious.”

Aya holds the taiyaki with both hands and starts eating from the tail end. Rather than saving the best part for last, she seems to be avoiding eating the side with more red bean paste.

I think this aspect of her is very characteristic.

Suddenly, my eyes are drawn to her neckline.

The collar of her yellow knit sweater is wide and from my angle, I can clearly see the enticing white cleavage.

“…”

Originally, she’d probably wear an undershirt underneath. She mentioned putting it on in a hurry, so did she forget? Or is she always so carelessly dressed at home?

If it’s the latter, the thought of living together with Aya is enticing. I’d probably be filled with desire 24/7.

This is truly captivating.

“It’s pretty cold.”

“You’re just wearing a T-shirt, Boyan. Ah, wait a moment!”

Passing me the half-eaten taiyaki, Aya quickly enters the room.

After a while, she comes back, holding a padded coat in her arms. It’s a fluffy jacket with cotton inside, in both red and blue.

“From Grandpa and Grandma?”

“Yes, I got Grandma’s. Here, put this on.”

I accept the blue jacket. The calming scent of incense had seeped into it.

“Is it okay? Isn’t this your grandfather’s?”

“Yeah, it’s fine… Probably. I think Grandpa would be happy too.”

“Is that so?”

I didn’t quite understand, but I decided to trust her words and put on the jacket. It feels warm, enveloped in the softness of the cotton.

Then Aya giggles softly. Somehow, I understand what she’s trying to convey.

“Boyan, you look like a grandpa.”

“Is that so, Aya?”

Taking the initiative, Aya smirks proudly.

However, a different word came to my mind.

Wrapped in the loose-fitting red coat, she looked like she was wearing an oversized jacket over her petite body, revealing only her white thighs while her shorts were hidden.

“You look really cute.”

“What’s with that…”

After muttering as if she was complaining, Aya tries to divert the topic by taking another bite of the taiyaki.

Somehow, I felt that Aya’s grandpa might have embarrassed her grandma in a similar way.

I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her close.

Without resistance, Aya leans against me, munching on the taiyaki. Without exchanging words, we both gaze absentmindedly at the garden beyond—the blue mountains and the white autumn sky.

After finishing the taiyaki and taking a couple sips of tea, Aya sighs.

“The veranda is nice.”

At her seasoned tone, I can’t help but chuckle.

“Muu… You probably thought I seemed like a grandma just now, right?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay. You seem more like a grandpa, Boyan.”

“That’s true.”

She’s sulking a bit, so to apologize, I give her a kiss on the forehead.

“Even when we’re old, I’d like to be like this.”

Aya presses the back of her head against my chest.

“I want to stay like this forever.”

Stating the obvious. Even when we’re old, we’ll still be sitting side by side on the veranda. I’m conveying this conviction to her.

“Definitely.”

Her voice no longer carries a trace of uncertainty. That makes me happy.

“You know, Boyan, I’ve always dreamed of sitting on the veranda like this with you.”

“Heh, quite the… Boyan-esque dream, huh?”

“You were probably about to say ‘You look like a grandma.’ It’s amusing how you quickly rephrased it.”

Come to think of it, even before I became aware of my feelings for Aya, I had wished to drink tea together on the veranda someday. As childhood friends… as lovers… as a married couple.

“Aya, thank you for making that happen.”

I smile at her and her face twists playfully.

“It’s me who should be thanking you…”

She buries her face in my chest, rubbing against me. Her curves tickle me.

After a while, as if satisfied, she slowly raises her body. This time, we’re facing each other. I’m drawn to her moist eyes and our lips meet.

“Mmm, ah… mmm, ah… mmm, haa, mmm…”

I lick her lips, tasting the sweetness of the anko, our tongues intertwining. Our breaths create white clouds, warming each other’s cheeks. The coldness of the air makes her mouth’s warmth even more pronounced.

As I continue to leisurely explore with my tongue, Aya’s body shivers.

“Na… ah… ha… ha… it’s cold… shivering…”

Her shivers aren’t from the cold. It’s the cry of our bodies, craving each other, something I’m feeling intensely right now.

Softly, Aya’s finger touches my lips.

“Hey, let’s get under the kotatsu.”

Her whisper is so seductive it gives me goosebumps. Her gaze is heated and meltingly inviting.