Chapter 6: I teased my naughty childhood friend

I teased my naughty childhood friend

From above, Aya’s sad screams rained down.

In the quiet bathroom, the obscene sound of dripping water resonated.

I continued my fingers’ caresses on Aya’s exposed lower half.

“Hiku… uu, ah, stop… ah, nuu…”

Aya held her mouth with the sleeve of her black hoodie, tears streaming down.

The other hand weakly grasped my arm, persistently toying with her intimate parts.

No more resistance, no more refusal.

Just waiting for time to pass.

The soaked hoodie and droplets falling from her hair created a drip-drip sound, merging with the lower half of her body.

But there was no cascading water anymore, only the fluid secretions from Aya’s intimate area, felt distinctly between my fingers.

After making her climax earlier, I noticed something.

Aya’s body is exceptionally sensitive.

Perhaps it’s her inherently responsive nature.

That’s why her body reacts sensitively to Tokita’s touches, making her involuntarily reject them.

One of Aya’s numerous virtues just added another layer.

Of course, not everyone can experience such heightened sensitivity.

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Yet, no one—certainly not Tokita—will see Aya in this state.

“Ah… nn, nn, ah… fuu, guu… ah, annn…”

Once again, Aya’s arousal seemed to increase as lewd sounds mixed with her cries.

Her emotions flowed into me.

The places where Boyan touches me feel hot.

My head is spinning.

Strange noises come from my mouth, involuntarily.

Sounds I’ve never made before.

I don’t want this anymore, I don’t want to be treated like this.

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Even though I hate it, my body tingles, I can’t escape.

It doesn’t feel like my body.

Boyan, why…?

Aya’s confusion further intensified my excitement.

“You’re really feeling it, Aya, you’re so cute…”

I let slip from my mouth, overwhelmed by joy.

Right now, I must have the expression of a young girl in love.

A face that’s lit up with happiness, the look of “I’m the most excited I’ve ever been.”

Is it repulsive?

However, there was no alert from God’s intuition.

“Ah, ya…!”

Aya buried her entire face in the hoodie’s sleeve.

The sense of embarrassment radiated from her.

I held her arm, moving it away from her face.

Our moist eyes met.

Somewhat glazed, there was an enchanting aspect to her gaze.

“Just keep looking into my eyes… don’t close your eyes.”

“Why… why are you doing this…”

A face mingling bewilderment and shame.

Aya’s words weren’t directed at me.

Why does her body react this way? She seemed to be pondering that.

With a bit more stimulation, I could make Aya climax once again.

No, it’s not right.

God’s intuition delivered the message.

Suppressing my desires, I slowly withdrew my fingers from Aya’s vagina.

“Ahh, ahh”, Aya’s sighs echoed.

Unconsciously, I too had started breathing heavily.

“Achoo.”

Aya let out a cute sneeze.

Damn it.

I had let my guard down thinking it’s summer and she had taken a warm shower.

Aya also had a high basal body temperature and was sensitive to heat.

But yes, Aya was like this. Whenever she got nervous, she suddenly turned cold and would end up having stomach issues.

Because she rarely showed signs of nervousness, I had forgotten about this trait.

I inserted my hands into Aya’s armpits, lifting her gently out of the bathtub.

Her wet hoodie felt cold.

Exiting the bathtub myself, I opened the bathroom door and retrieved a towel from the shelf in the washroom.

“Aya, you should dry yourself. You might catch a cold.”

“Huh…?” Aya muttered as I offered her the towel.

However, she remained stunned and embarrassed, her face rather vacant.

I squatted before Aya and wiped the droplets from her lower body using the towel.

“Hey, wait a second…”

I systematically dried her knees and thighs.

Placing the towel against her lower body, I gently absorbed the moisture around her lower abdomen while enveloping her buttocks.

“Ah, nnn…”

I noticed that the inside of her black hoodie was also wet, so I dried her stomach.

As I tucked the towel into her hoodie, I realized her breasts were cold too.

Because her bra had been lifted earlier in the corridor, her breasts were exposed.

Following their contours, I wiped her with the towel and Aya grabbed my arm.

“Stop, Boyan.”

Taking the towel from my hands, Aya shyly looked down.

“I can do this myself.”

“…Right. Then I’ll head back.”

I left Aya in the bathroom and walked out into the hallway.

I found Aya’s phone lying under the hallway cabinet.

It must have fallen when I pulled her into the bathroom.

I picked up the phone and placed it on top of the cabinet.

Stepping outside the door, I walked down the hotel hallway.

Drenched in a wet T-shirt and shorts, I headed to my own room.

On the way, I stopped by the laundry corner.

A sign on the single dryer read “Out of Order.”

Even if I hang these clothes in the room, I’m not sure if they’ll dry by tomorrow.

With these thoughts, I walked down the eerily empty hallway.

Evening.

We gathered in the dining hall for dinner.

Seated at long tables by teams, we all waited for everyone from our year to arrive before saying “itadakimasu”.

Students from other schools were also here, divided into areas according to their schools.

Sitting down, I looked over at the table where Aya’s team would be seated.

It seemed like no one had arrived yet.

I saw a particularly flashy group at the entrance of the dining hall.

It was Aya’s team.

Aya was wearing a hotel yukata.

A typical white and lightly patterned yukata with a brown haori jacket.

Usually, it would have a loose silhouette, but when Aya wore it, her chest stood out.

Together with her naturally pretty face, she was capturing the attention of the dining hall, especially the boys.

I noticed that a few girls around were also wearing yukatas.

Ignoring the surrounding gazes, Aya took her seat.

Her interaction with friends seemed completely normal.

It was hard to believe that she had just been subjected to persistent fondling.

“Let’s eat.”

With everyone gathered, our school started the meal.

Suddenly, I heard a few guys talking behind me.

“Hey, isn’t that girl something? The one in the yukata?”

“The girl with the light brown hair over there, right? Huge boobs… and she’s cute, isn’t she?”

“I wonder where she’s from? Should we talk to her later?”

Glancing sideways, I could see some guys with distinctive piercings and colorful hair watching Aya. They didn’t look too much like delinquents, but they had a bit of a tough image. They seemed like the outgoing group from an all-boys school.

“Well, with that kind of cuteness, she probably already has a boyfriend, doesn’t she?”

Indeed, that yukata look was a cheat move. The contrast from her usual boyish appearance and aura was staggering. Even her boyfriend, Tokita, seemed mesmerized by Aya. He hadn’t been eating much with his chopsticks moving very little.

“Well, you wouldn’t really hit on someone during a school trip, right?”

With those words, the attention of the outgoing group shifted to another topic. I too started eating the chilled meat and potatoes.

“Nanto, why are you wearing a yukata?”

The accompanying teacher, Edato-san, raised his voice. Standing behind Aya, he gazed at her yukata from above. Everyone else seemed curious too – the noise in the dining hall suddenly quieted down.

“My clothes got all wet…”

Aya turned around naturally, looking up at Edato-san. She had that shy “teehee” expression. The other girls around were gazing at Edato-san with exasperated looks. He was probably always finding a reason to talk to Aya. Even though other girls were wearing yukatas too, the fact that he only talked to Aya about hers felt like he had ulterior motives.

“Oh, right, you jumped into the river pretty spectacularly.”

Edato-san burst into laughter.

“I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Seriously, you should’ve brought a change of clothes!”

For some reason, Edato-san was speaking to Aya in a scolding tone.

Now, I could understand why he’s so sensitive about Aya. He only talks to her in this manner. It’s the only way he can be close to Aya. It’s a clear reflection of his ulterior motives. He wants to assert dominance and control over Aya by intimidating her and trying to establish superiority.

In response, Aya remains composed and responds graciously. She pretends not to notice Edato-san’s suggestive approach.

Aya is adept at feigning innocence even in the face of Edato-san’s ulterior motives… She’s well aware of it.

Internally, Aya is quite afraid of Edato-san. It’s probably more of disgust than fear. Despite this, she puts on a natural and innocent facade to avoid disrupting the dynamics of her club relationships or creating a negative atmosphere. You can clearly sense these emotions.

“I had a change of clothes prepared, but they got wet too…”

“Seriously, you’re so clumsy!”

Saying that, Edato-san finally leaves Aya’s side.

The culprit behind Aya’s spare clothes getting wet in the shower is me. The laundry room’s dryer was broken, so they probably didn’t dry in this short time. Tomorrow is the day we’ll be traveling in our school uniforms, so she’ll have nothing else to wear but her pajamas.

However, Aya’s pajamas from yesterday – a navy short-sleeved hoodie and black crinkly jersey pants – are most likely soaked in sweat, maybe my saliva and probably her own arousal fluids. She probably doesn’t want to wear them anymore.

With the chilled meat and potatoes now even colder, I finally start eating.

Aya seems to be enjoying a conversation with other girls.

She’s in high spirits, occasionally revealing that mischievous smile, slightly boyish yet radiant, the usual cheerful Aya.

…Except her face is slightly flushed.

Aya is currently in a heightened state of arousal.

Which is understandable.

After all, I brought her to climax for the first time and then left her hanging right before the second one. She might deny being in a state of anticipation, but at the very least, her body is craving pleasures she hasn’t fully experienced yet.

Moreover, my actions and words have been constantly teasing Aya since yesterday. The consecutive shocking developments have left Aya still unable to regain her composure. Essentially, she’s been in a constant state of excitement.

I can understand this now, thanks to my current state.

“No, don’t rush it.”

When I tried to lead Aya to her second climax in the bathroom, my intuition screamed at me not to.

Hold back, hold back, because beyond this anticipation lies the goal of capturing Aya.

That conviction was strong.

Night.

I’m in the hotel’s parking lot at the back.

About ten meters away, Aya and Tokita stand facing each other.

I observe their actions from behind the car.

It’s not like I followed Aya and Tokita deliberately.

I didn’t know the time or place of their meeting.

Just following my intuition, I happened to come to this location and stumbled upon them.

Under the streetlight in the parking lot, the tense profiles of the two emerge.

Tokita was the first to take action.

“Aya, uh… sorry, I mean, I was just getting too worked up and uh…”

“Yeah, I’ll listen properly.”

Aya stares intently into Tokita’s eyes and smiles. While her body still appears to be in a state of heightened arousal, she manages to maintain a composed exterior.

“Listen, I kinda went a bit overboard… did things that Aya wouldn’t like.”

“…Yeah, it surprised me.”

“Yeah, right! Seriously, I’m sorry, really, I’m sorry!”

“Yeah, it’s okay… it’s all right now.”

Aya’s expression subtly reveals that she remembers what Tokita is referring to.

Because of the various extreme things I’ve done to her since yesterday, she’s probably forgotten about almost being pinned down by Tokita.

“Aya~! Thanks~!”

Tokita takes a step closer to Aya.

“…Yeah, there, there”, Aya responds.

She strokes Tokita’s head, a gesture that resembles petting a dog, but there’s an awkwardness to it.

“Just the usual Aya~”

Moved to the point of being teary-eyed, Tokita hugs Aya.

“Ah…”

Aya lets out a slightly sultry voice.

The incredibly seductive sound changes Tokita’s expression.

Gazing into Aya’s eyes, he slowly leans in.

In response, Aya closes her eyes expressionlessly.

“…”

A gentle kiss, their lips barely touching.

Whether through self-control or sheer willpower, Tokita slowly pulls away after the brief kiss.

However, Tokita’s crotch is rock hard.

Aya, pressed against him, undoubtedly feels it.

As if escaping from its hardness, Aya slightly retreats her hips.

Tokita, a moment behind, also creates some distance between their bodies.

“Aya, I… I’ll take good care of you.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

For some reason, Aya brings up another topic as if she’s contemplating another matter.

“Everyone in the room might be worried, so should we head back soon?”

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After exchanging a few words at the hotel entrance, Tokita went inside first.

Aya followed shortly after.

They probably didn’t want to risk being seen leaving as a couple by a teacher they might bump into.

I kept a bit of distance and watched Aya from behind.

Instead of heading upstairs toward the rooms, Aya seems to stop by the vending machine corner on the first floor.

Since it’s already past the curfew, the hallway is only lit by night lights.

In front of the brightly lit vending machine, Aya stands absentmindedly.

It’s not like she’s choosing a drink.

Aya is bewildered by her feelings toward Tokita.

Even though she thought that meeting Tokita would calm down this strange excitement.

That her feelings for Tokita would make her forget.

But after actually meeting him and seeing Tokita’s flustered state…

She feels a bit fuzzy.

Was he always this restless?

Was he always… this person who stares at my chest and lips?

This person who blatantly drops hints of ulterior motives?

No, but… the hugs and kisses after so long were really gentle.

He said he’d take care of me.

—Is that true?

Frustration churns within Aya.

Perhaps it’s due to her heightened sensuality, or maybe it’s because the goal is so close.

Now more than ever, Aya’s feelings are clearly readable.

Just like back in elementary school, even a less confident Aya reveals herself.

It’s one of Aya’s numerous shortcomings.

I thought I had gotten over this.

While gazing at the vending machine, Aya lets out a sigh.

“Oh, you’re the girl in the yukata!”

“Huh…?”

Suddenly, a male voice is heard and Aya turns around.

There stand three boys with characteristic piercings and colorful hair, grinning.

Seemingly drunk, their faces are flushed.

Should I help?

—Don’t help.

An intuitive sense of mine stops me in my tracks.

It seems that helping here might not be the optimal solution.

I observe from the shadowy corridor.

“Even though it’s past curfew, did you sneak out too?”

“What, some juice? Should we treat you?”

Aya responds with her usual polite smile as the guys boldly close the distance.

It appears their excitement only increases due to their drunken state.

One of the bigger guys approaches Aya even more.

“Hey, your yukata is so cute… how about this? Are you coming to our room later?”

“Hey, come on, you’re going a bit too far.”

“Huh? What’s your problem? You think I’m short or something? We’ve caught such a girl, gotta bring her in, right?”

The larger guy seems quite intoxicated.

His two friends reprimand him, but he doesn’t pay much attention.

Aya’s face is tensed in the unsettling atmosphere.

Should I help now?

—Don’t help.

Once again, my intuitive sense prevents me from intervening.

I hold back from stepping forward.

Aya then spoke, trying not to provoke the men.

“I’m sorry, I was asked to buy juice… I need to go back since everyone is waiting.”

Aya attempted to slip through the men, but the larger one blocked her way.

“Hey, hold on, you didn’t buy any juice.”

“Oh… um… I forgot my wallet.”

“I’ll treat you.”

The big guy said in a low voice.

His eyes fixed on Aya’s face and body as if she were prey, like a carnivorous animal.

“It’s okay, really…”

Aya tried to pass through the men once more.

However, the big guy’s hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

“Yah…”

“Whoa!”

The big guy cheered and the other two men also stared at Aya.

In the process of being grabbed, Aya’s yukata shifted, exposing her white shoulder.

Her cleavage was also revealed as her neckline fell open slightly.

“Huh… No bra?”

“For real? No bra, seriously!?”

The two men became excited all of a sudden.

They moved closer to Aya, wanting to see more.

“No, haha…”

Aya forced a strained smile and quickly covered her chest.

But the big guy’s hand didn’t let go of her shoulder.

“I’m leaving now.”

“Wait a sec.”

The big guy put his hand on Aya’s other shoulder as well.

Should I help?

—Don’t help.

No, I can’t take it anymore.

As I was about to burst out of the corridor—

“Where are you guys from!”

Edato-sensei’s loud voice echoed through the hallway.

It seems he was on patrol.

After glaring at Aya and then at the men, Edato-sensei said in a low voice,

“What business do you have with my student? I’ll let your teacher know!”

Confronted by Edato-sensei, who was even more imposing than the big guy, it seems their drunkenness faded considerably.

The men left, muttering “Sorry!” or “We’ll go back!” while glaring at Edato-sensei.

Now, Edato-sensei turned his attention to Aya and began scolding her at the vending machine corner.

“Nanto, what are you doing out at this hour? Lights out time has passed! Are you a delinquent girl, wandering around at night?”

“I’m sorry. Um, I just wanted to buy some juice… I’ll go back now.”

“Before that, come to the teacher’s office.”

Edato-sensei said, leading Aya down the corridor.

The teachers’ lodgings were on the first floor.

They entered one of the rooms right at the end of the corridor.

I hurriedly ran down the hallway and stood in front of the room.

The teacher’s office was a traditional Japanese room and the sliding door was slightly ajar.

I peeked inside from there.

The sliding door at the back of the hallway was open, revealing Aya’s back figure.

Edato-sensei seemed to be standing right next to her.

“Um, what about the other teachers?”

“Oh, this room is just for me. Sorry, but could you close that sliding door?”

Edato-sensei casually instructed, but Aya didn’t move.

Edato-sensei then spoke in a brusque tone.

“Are you really not wearing a bra?”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

Probably, Aya felt the same.

It’s hardly the kind of thing a teacher should be saying.

Edato-sensei continued in a frustrated tone.

“You, you’re having quite a bit of fun, huh… I saw you. Last night, you went to Boyan’s room.”

This is pretty bad.

Not that the fact that last night’s visit was exposed.

It’s that Edato-sensei’s isn’t trying to hide his ulterior motive towards Aya.

I can sense Aya’s emotional state.

Help.

Help.

Help.

I instinctively reached for the sliding door.

—Don’t help.

Once again, a divine intuition tried to stop me.

I disobeyed the divine intuition for the first time.