Chapter 72: I revealed my childhood friend in an empty classroom where no one came

I revealed my childhood friend in an empty classroom where no one came

Entering the classroom of our first year together with Aya, I close the door behind us and lock it from the inside with a satisfying click.

At the sound, her palm trembles again. In this confined space, she must be convinced of what I’m about to do.

“How nostalgic!” Aya exclaims loudly, releasing my hand with an intentionally exaggerated tone.

It’s understandable. Attacking her in various places had been a common occurrence, but in broad daylight, in our alma mater, with the uncertainty of when a familiar teacher might make rounds, the situation is entirely different.

First, I decide to relax Aya.

“Familiar scent, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s different from our school… Ah, the desks are so small~. Middle school, after all.”

She slips between the lined-up desks, petting each one as if searching for something. I follow suit, tapping the desks while trailing behind her.

“With your size, Aya, these desks might still fit perfectly.”

“No, I’ve grown a bit… Oh, look here.”

She points to the second-to-last desk by the window. That’s right.

“Boyan’s seat! Wasn’t it here?”

“You were diagonally in front of me, Aya.”

“Oh, you remember it well.”

Approaching her, I gaze into those eyes.

“I’ve been watching you all this time.”

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“Yeah, right… Embarrassing.”

Aya smiles and looks away, finally catching up.

“Boyan’s… intimate moments.”

Closing the distance by one step.

Then, she gives me a surprised expression.

Her comment was probably a teasing response, a way to cover up her embarrassment regarding my earlier statement about watching her during middle school. It carries a hint of playful mockery.

But for me now, those words serve as excitement fuel.

“Um, it’s not like that…”

Through her black sweatshirt, I grab her delicate shoulder. A gently warm body temperature conveys that she’s quite heated.

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Bringing my face close enough to kiss.

“Boyan and…”

Aya mumbles as if buying time.

“Hmm?”

“We were in the same class for a year, but then we ended up in different classes, right?”

“Yeah.”

Her words bring back memories of junior high.

From the end of the first year, Aya was confessed to by Tokita for the first time. By the time she accepted one of the subsequent confessions, we had become second-year students, our classes had separated.

Even though we still talked and consulted about confessions on the way home, the frequency of being together decreased significantly.

And then, after being in separate classes for a while, Aya started dating Tokita. From then on, I held back and our meetings became much less frequent.

But if we had been in the same class during the second year, would my relationship with Aya have changed?

“I felt a bit lonely, you know? I wondered if we couldn’t play together like before.”

“I see.”

It seems she harbored the same feelings.

“But, you know, being in the same high school and even our classes being the same… I was happy. We’ve been in the same class ever since.”

Aya’s gaze, previously averted, returns to me. Her eyes are slightly moist.

“So, from now on… I want to stay together.”

She smiles gently, a mix of the face of a childhood friend and that of a lover.

“Let’s stay together forever.”

I also smile gently, reassuring both a childhood friend and a lover. Apparently, Aya prefers to reminisce about old times rather than engage in intimate activities here. There’s no sign of disagreement from my intuition, which was supposed to protest. Honestly, my loins are on the verge of exploding with the desire to embrace Aya, but let’s respect her wishes here.

“It’d be nice if we could be in the same class at the nursing home.”

I say, half-jokingly.

“Well, there won’t be classes there… right?”

Aya interjects, stroking her chest in relief.

She must have sensed that I’m no longer in that mood.

A whistle sounds and the boys’ cheers from outside are audible.

“Oh, it’s Hiroto’s turn!”

“Right. Go, Hiroto~!”

Aya shouts encouragement at an impossibly low volume for anyone outside to hear.

I slightly open the curtain and we stand side by side, gazing at the schoolyard.

As we absentmindedly stare, a slight hunger pang hits me.

“Oh, right, I got some snacks on the job today.”

I take a bag of packaged sweets from my pocket.

“Ah, it’s a cream puff!”

“Exploring with snacks is a given, right? I’ve got some for Aya too.”

“Yay!”

She joyfully takes the cream puff, opens the bag with a little zip and then stops.

“Is it okay to eat here?”

Aya looks a bit anxious. Despite her carefree appearance, this earnest side of her is one of her charming aspects.

“Then let’s keep it our little secret.”

“Um… I feel like we’re doing something naughty.”

While saying that, she starts munching on the cream puff as I begin to eat mine.

“Mmm… it’s so delicious!”

She smiles with a blooming expression.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Watching Aya enjoy it makes it seem even sweeter than it actually is.

As she devours it, a faint trace of cream remains on her lips. She gazes absentmindedly at the schoolyard without wiping it away.

“Aya, there’s cream on your lips—”

Suddenly, I notice her profile has turned emotionless. Not particularly cheerful or disgruntled, as if she’s trying to conceal her emotions.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her make such a face. I wonder what’s going on.

“Boyan, who gave you this cream puff?”

“Hmm?”

“A model… or someone else?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Oh… she said to give some to you too.”

“I see. She seems nice.”

“Well, we occasionally run into each other on the job, so I don’t really know her well.”

“Is that so?”

Aya turns toward me, still with that expressionless face, observing me from head to toe as if confirming something. Something seems off about her.

“Boyan, they’re saying you’re good at reading the atmosphere, right?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been told that, but…”

“Good for you.”

Aya lightly punches my shoulder like a cat, then firmly grabs my jacket, stopping me.

“Aya…?”

Overflowing emotions seem to spill from her fingertips.

—Boyan, you look different from before. Your jacket, hairstyle, everything. It suits you… but I don’t like it.

—Boyan’s cool parts, I don’t want anyone to know.

—Because…

—Boyan is mine…

My heart pounds.

Her jealousy, possessiveness and the self-disgust she feels for having such emotions seem to swirl around.

She bites her lower lip, looking up at me with slightly teary eyes.

…Geez.

Despite successfully suppressing my desires earlier.

“Aya, that expression is cheating.”

“Huh?”

Taking off her beige cap, she looks bewildered with her eyebrows forming a ‘ハ’ shape. Aya looks cute whether she’s wearing a hat or not.

I bring my face close and plant a kiss on her open lips without warning.

“Nn… w-wait, Boyan… Mm, wait… Mm…”

I savor the sensation of her lips, now softened with the new lip gloss. I press our lips together, licking the cream that clings to the corners of her mouth.

Even though she says wait, there’s no sign of her rejecting my kiss. On the contrary, she seems to be adjusting her lips to match mine, pushing them out.

I enjoy the sweet kiss flavored with cream.

Finally, I lick my lips once more and pull away.

Her eyes are glazed, as if overwhelmed by heat.

“Aya, your eyes are glazed over.”

“Huh?”

Taking her cap off, I see a confused expression on her face. Aya looks cute whether she’s wearing a hat or not.

I embrace her tightly and whisper into her reddened ear.

“Let’s do something even naughtier, Aya.”

“Here…?”

“Right here.”

I press my hardened groin against her soft belly.

“No, it’s… I might climax, Boyan.”

“It’s okay. I locked the door and the hallway is quiet, so we’ll know if someone comes.”

Our intimate moment won’t be discovered by anyone, my intuition tells me.

“But what if… someone sees us?”

“No worries. I have a feeling our little escapade won’t be found out by anyone.”

“But if someone… sees us.”

—No, it’s fine here.

—Come, Boyan.

—Please.

—Don’t leave.

—Fill me with you.

—Until I’m satisfied.

Through the tightly pressed bodies, her desires, contrary to her words, flow into me.

I see.

Perhaps her intuition led me to receive the cream puff – that might be the reason.

Jealousy isn’t necessary.

It seems she can’t feel secure unless the weight of my feelings is thoroughly engraved on her body.

“It’s Aya’s fault.”

“Me?”

“Because Aya is so cute, I can’t control myself.”

“Eh… Ah, nn…”

While whispering, lips tickling her ear, Aya shivered.

She cupped the breasts that had been hitting my chest since a while ago with her palms. Despite being separated by a sweatshirt and a bra, I can tell that the small protrusions in the middle are hard.

As I fondle her large breasts, I feel her body relaxing in contrast to the tension in her nipples.

“Take off your clothes. They’ll get wrinkled like this.”

While saying that, I lift her lightweight body and place it on the desk.

Aya sitting on the desk I used in the past was an arousing sight. With hot breaths escaping her, she looks up at me and my manhood stiffens.

Taking off the bag that had been nestled in her cleavage and putting my hands on the hem of the sweatshirt, she shyly grabs it.

I bring my mouth close to her red ear once again.

“Do you want to take it off yourself, or do you want me to do it?”

Either way, it’s an embarrassing choice in the situation of a middle school classroom. While waiting for her choice, I decide to explore lower.

I gently lift the hem of the blue skirt, exposing cute knees. Placing one hand on the kneecap, I slide it towards the thigh.

“Ah… nn…”

Savoring the sensation of the thigh sticking to my palm, I gradually expose the white, smooth skin.

Lifting the skirt was a different kind of lewdness compared to a school uniform. When my palm reaches the root of the thigh, just about to reveal her panties, Aya’s hand grabs the skirt.

With one hand holding the hem of the sweatshirt and the other holding the skirt, her posture is incredibly erotic.

In this forbidden situation of playing pranks on Aya in a middle school classroom, I feel an excitement that sends shivers down my spine.

“I take it off myself.”

Aya lowers her eyes with moistened pupils.

I thought she would ask me to undress her, but she deliberately chose the more embarrassing option.

Is this also because of jealousy? If so, it’s too adorable.

When I withdraw my hand from under the skirt, Aya lifts the hem of the sweatshirt with both hands.

Slowly, a white belly, a beautiful navel and a graceful waist appear from beneath the black fabric.

“Nh…”

Despite being oversized, the sweatshirt catches on her breasts. When I pull it up, two breast masses wrapped in a bra are revealed.

It seems she wore the sweatshirt directly over her underwear without an undershirt.

To prevent the sweatshirt from turning inside out, I assist in removing it. When I pull it off, Aya in a white bra appears.

The disheveled chestnut hair adds to her allure.

“Take off the skirt too.”

“Okay.”

Aya nods obediently.

Removing the side zipper and lifting her buttocks one by one, she takes off the skirt. Finally, I pull it down from her knees.

She’s wearing white panties with the same design as her bra. It heats up my chest and groin to think she matched them for our date today.

“Your underwear is really cute. It’s almost a shame to take it off.”

“Then… B-Boyan, take it off.”

Aya murmurs softly.

I don’t understand what “then” means, but I decide to follow her wish.

I gently pull her closer, unhooking the hooks on her back.

Just that and the voluptuous breasts released from restraint sway.

Suddenly, I notice Aya is staring intently.

When our eyes meet, her moist gaze conveys her emotions.

—Embarrassing.

—Come.

—Not the classroom.

—More about me.

—Thinking about wanting you more.

—Embarrassing.

—More embarrassing things.

—More.

“Boyan, kiss.”

The mixture of embarrassment and desire is overwhelming.

Although she’s been strangely quiet until now, her eyes speak volumes.

As I get closer, Aya gently puckers her lips.

“Nn… Nnmu, Nnyu… Eah, Nnku, Nna…”

A passionately intense kiss begins. Our hot tongues entwine and squelching sounds resonate in my mind. She moves her tongue vigorously, trying to please me.

It might be the first time for such an enthusiastic deep kiss.

Feeling the dizzying pleasure, I lower the straps from her shoulders, removing the bra.

While caressing her smooth skin with a soft touch, I trace Aya’s back, upper arms and waist, grabbing the remaining underwear.

The thin fabric passes through her buttocks and thighs.

Interrupting the kiss, I crouch down and gradually pull the underwear off from Aya’s toes.

Her white sneakers remain on. It feels more erotic that way.

Finally, Aya is completely naked on the desk.

Standing up and looking down at her body, legs closed, arms on the desk and thrusting her white breasts forward, she looks irresistibly seductive.

“During the club activities earlier, everyone was watching you, Aya.”

Whispering meanly, I shake her heavy breasts with both hands.

“Fu, uu… ngh…”

Aya covered her mouth with one hand at just that.

“The boys saw these breasts of yours, you know.”

I traced her breasts from bottom to top with my fingertips, causing Aya to let out a cute moan when I pinched the erect peach-colored buds.

Wanting to hear more of that voice, I flicked her nipples with my fingers multiple times.

“Aah, ngh… I don’t understand… y-you.”

“Aya is unaware of her own charm, so she’s dangerous. When I think other people see your cute side, I get crazy with jealousy.”

Whispering into her crimson ear.

A retaliation against her jealousy.

Letting her know that I’m far more jealous.

“I, I… those boys…”

Aya tried to string words together in a challenging manner.

“What do you think those boys would feel if they knew Aya was doing such naughty things in the classroom?”

Whispering with a sense of superiority in my voice, provoking her embarrassment with lewd words.

“These breasts, this soft body, this heart… everything is mine alone.”

I convey my possessiveness.

I make it clear that I am more obsessed with Aya.

It’s the best way to fill her anxious heart.

“Nn… bo…”

Aya muttered something.

“Breasts, belong to Boyan… everything.”

—Mine, all of it.

—All of it, to Boyan.

—So, however you like.

—Plenty, do as you please.

A face that seems to be crying or angry.

Why is Aya making expressions I’ve never seen before today?

“Why do you tease me so much?”

“Eh… ah, aah—”

I dive into the breasts in front of me with all my might.

I press my face so that my nose is buried in the soft flesh and lick around. Aya’s breasts are warm and have a pleasant scent.

“Aah, ngh… haah, aah… Boyan, don’t suck so much…”

“It’s exclusively mine, right?”

Looking up from the soft cleavage, she frowned as if troubled. I’ve never seen this face before either.

“Ah, hah—”

I open my mouth and cover her light areola. If I suck the nipple inside my mouth, Aya arches her back. She’s about to fall backward, with one hand on the desk. The other hand messes up my hair, which I styled with wax.

Each time I suck, she tightens her grip, making it feel pleasant as if being treated well.

“Aah… ngh, Boyan… fu, kuuh… ah, aahh—”

Unable to endure, Aya lets out sweet moans. I can’t resist the urge.

Licking all over her certified breasts, spreading saliva all over her chest.

Sucking strongly near the areola. On the upper breast, the side of the breast, inside the cleavage, leaving kiss marks everywhere.

Finally, rolling the nipple gently with the tongue, I suck long, making Aya grab my hair tightly.

“Aah, no… no, ah, aahh—”

Her climax is transmitted through the soft breast inside my mouth.

“You came with your nipple, huh? Sensitive Aya, so cute.”

I kiss her sweaty forehead.

“Ngh…”

Even that alone makes Aya lightly come.

As I move away a bit, red marks are engraved all over her white bust. It feels like proof that it’s mine and a pleasant sensation runs down my spine.

While tracing each kiss mark, if I reach out to the lower abdomen, Aya’s secret place is already soaking wet.

I really wanted to savor her lower body, but we can’t stay in this classroom for too long.

“Aya, it’s so wet here. Do you want it already?”

Inserting my middle finger into her hot, moist cave.

“Nngh… ngh, yahh…”

“No?”

“Ngh… different, fingers… yours, I want…”

Again, a shiver runs through her entire body.

I want Aya to say it herself. I want her to ask for it more.

“Say it properly. Otherwise, I won’t understand.”

Pushing my middle finger further into her vaginal flesh, rubbing her sensitive spot.

“Nuhh… Boyan, mean… teasing.”

With a squelching sound, I move my middle finger in and out.

Aya looks at me with teary eyes, trembling.

“Please… ngh, Boyan… put it in.”

“Can’t endure anymore?”

“I can’t, anymore… please.”

Tears overflow from her eyes.

To her desperate plea, my entire body heats up.

My heart pounds, my breathing becomes intense.

I quickly undo my belt and pull down my pants.

With my hands around her back, supporting her as if she’s about to fall backward on the desk.

I bring my waist closer, naturally burying myself in the open center of her thighs.

“Hyaah, ah… ah, ngh… ah…”

When I thrust my meat rod, it’s wrapped in her hot vaginal canal. I push my hips forward, penetrating her all the way.

“Aahhh, ngh, aah—”

With the pleasure of penetration alone, Aya reaches climax.

Gripped tightly within the vagina, I feel like I’m about to ejaculate. The testicles, filled with a week’s worth of desire, begin to boil.

“Aya, I can’t hold back much longer. I might not be able to go easy.”

“Oh, it’s… good… yeah… I like it, Boyan.”

“Darn… just being inside is intense.”

Driven by the heated testicles, I start thrusting my hips. The squelching sound of the flesh rod extracting love juice begins to echo in the classroom.

“Ah, no… it’s… ah, Boyan, no.”

“Damn, are you about to climax?”

“No, it’s different… ah, it’s different… I’m already… ah, climaxing…”

No wonder her vaginal muscles have been wriggling around the meat rod, embracing it. The interior of the vagina moves like a soft-bodied creature, tightly squeezing the flesh rod.

“Aya feels too good inside. I’m about to release.”

Despite not being an intense piston movement, the flesh rod seems to be taken with each thrust. The pleasure makes my legs shake, yet I can’t stop thrusting my hips.

“Yah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I’m going to… climax again, I’m… ah, nuuuhhhh!”

The vagina tightens and my hips shake as if I’m about to fall forward.

Perhaps jealousy fueled the explosion of sensations. It seems abnormal how good she feels. That intense pleasure flows into me, making my head feel crazy.

Matching the piston, her breast, covered in kiss marks, sways up and down. Another thrilling sensation surges and the backside burns with heat.

“I’m… coming… all of it, inside Aya.”

“Okay… come.”

In an instant, a sensation like an electric current runs through. I tightly close my eyes and flashes appear behind my eyelids.

“Guh, uuhhhh!”

Semen overflows and the flesh rod bounces multiple times. A large amount of seed fluid is released from the urethra, through the glans.

I continue to ejaculate, trembling for a while.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

I realize I’m making beast-like breathing sounds. I experienced a momentary yet eternal sense of climax.

Opening my eyes while still immersed in the afterglow of ejaculation, I meet the teary gaze of my girl.

“Ah… haa… a lot came out.”

Aya, still trembling from pleasure, smiles gently. I then notice that my entire face is covered in sweat.

The warm air in the classroom now feels chilly. However, the arousal in the groin persists.

“Nn… Boyan, you’re still hot…”

“Sorry, it doesn’t seem to settle down yet.”

“Huh… kyaa!”

While still connected, I lift Aya and sit on a chair I used in the past.

With me facing the window, it’s a face-to-face sitting position. Since the curtains are drawn, our actions shouldn’t be visible from the schoolyard.

“Boyan, this can be seen from outside…”

Aya gives a panicked voice.

“It’s a back curtain, so it’s not visible.”

In a face-to-face position, I push up our connected groins.

“Nnn… but, it’s see-through… ah, nnnggg…”

“It’s okay. I won’t show Aya’s lewd figure to anyone.”

I thrust my hips again.

“Haaaahhhh…”

The breasts sandwiched between us sway.

Aya’s hands stretch to my shoulders and wrap around my neck.

Our intimacy increases and at that moment, I passionately attach my lips to hers.

“Mmm, mmm… mnnnhhh, nnnnhhh… chu, nmm, eeaaahhh…”

Our tongues entwine fiercely. Even when we separate for a breath, our tongues persistently lick each other.

Unspoken emotions flow into my mouth from her mucous membrane.

—Boyan, I like you.

—It feels good.

—Don’t let go.

—More kisses.

—Don’t stop kissing.

—Boyan’s heat.

—Feels good.

—Can’t think of anything else.

—Everything feels good.

—Want to feel more.

—Want.

—All of Boyan.

Aya’s pleasure and emotions flood in like a tsunami, making my head spin with pleasure and joy.

“Aya, I love you too. Every part of you feels good.”

Whispering into her ear while moving my hips.

“Mmm…”

Her slender arms wrapped around my neck tighten and the grip inside her tightens. The voltage of the climax sensation rises and it feels like I’m about to erupt.

—Imprint it deep inside.

—Plant pleasure.

Instinctively, my body jumps.

Driven by an instinctive voice, I stand up while holding her.

“Oh, eh?”

As if feeling a sudden sensation of floating in the air, Aya clings tightly. The front of our bodies and groins adhere, making it easier to carry her.

I grab her buttocks and start moving my hips towards that direction. It’s not an intense thrusting but a piston that pushes deep into her.

“Aah, ahh… ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, nngh… aahhhh!”

Aya passionately gasps near my ear. At the same time, sweet breaths escape, tickling my eardrums.

Squelching sounds continue as the rhythmic thrusts lift her with the force of gravity. The tips of the crushed soft breasts rub against my chest, creating a pleasant sensation.

With each of Aya’s climaxes, her vagina tightens around the flesh rod and love juices overflow from the connection point.

Her legs kick the air repeatedly and one of her white sneakers seems about to come off.

Intense ejaculation desire surges with her high-pitched cries of ecstasy.

“Ugh, guu…!”

Simultaneously with a particularly strong thrust, semen spurts from the tip. I inject semen into her depths.

Unable to resist the relentless pleasure of continuous climax, my legs tremble and I almost collapse towards the window while still holding Aya.

Bam! I press my palm against the window and prevent her back from hitting it.

Unable to resist the unending pleasure of ejaculation, I continue to ejaculate while slowly pressing Aya’s back against the window.