Chapter 74: I endured with my bewitching childhood friend in the library

I endured with my bewitching childhood friend in the library

With the pleasant feeling of the spring breeze, I opened my eyelids.

Above me was the fluorescent light of the infirmary ceiling.

And on my stomach, there was the peacefully sleeping face of Aya, her hair slightly longer.

It’s the same dream as always.

Lately, my goal has been showing up in these intuitive visions.

“Good morning, Boyan”, she said, waking up with a soft voice.

In this dream, she wasn’t wearing the blazer – instead, she had her blouse rolled up to her sleeves.

It’s interesting how the details change a bit each time.

Our future seems to be in a constant state of flux.

Maybe due to her light clothing, my gaze was fixed on her captivating curves.

In the real world, I haven’t been getting much action lately and it seems like frustration is building up.

“Uh, Boyan, there’s something I need to tell you”, she said, a bit hesitant, waiting for my response. Anxiety colored her eyes.

“What is it?”

“Um, you see, I—”

In front of me, there was an apartment door.

This is it.

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Our future several years from now.

In this vision, Aya and I are living together in this apartment.

Opening the door, the delicious smell of hamburgers wafted in.

“I’m home, Aya.”

“Oh, welcome back. Are you going to eat dinner today?”

Aya, wearing an apron, greeted me.

In this future, she had long black hair tied up. This hairstyle adds a certain mature allure. It looks stunning.

“Ah, sorry. I have to go to work again.”

“Today’s… the scene?”

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“I see. How are your grades holding up?”

“I think they’re okay.”

While attending university, it seems I’m also helping my older sister with her work.

Managing to earn enough for both of us, we lead a comfortable life.

“Heh, you’re amazing, Boyan.”

“Isn’t it tough for you, too, juggling everything?”

“Compared to your work, it’s a piece of cake.”

“A piece of cake? Like a farting kappa?”

“Yeah, a kappa. Now, hurry up. The scene, it’s strict on time, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then, do your best.”

“I should be able to get home before the day changes.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard. Go to sleep first.”

“Nah… I want to wait. I want to wait for you, Boyan.”

Saying that, she collapsed into my chest.

Her eyes staring at me were filled with heat, conveying a desire for intense intimacy.

“Aya.”

“I’ll be awake waiting for you. Definitely come back.”

“Of course.”

As usual, we exchanged a kiss, saying, “I’m off.”

The soft sensation of Aya’s lips made me want to push her down right there at the entrance.

The voluptuous breasts pressed against my chest felt good.

Even though it’s a dream, the sensations are too realistic.

“…Take care, Boyan.”

Aya beamed with a smile.

“I’m off. Love you.”

Leaving Aya with a cheerful smile, I stepped outside.

“Beep, beep, beep”

I woke up to the electronic sound of my alarm.

I reached for my smartphone at the bedside and turned off the alarm.

I slowly got up from bed and opened the window.

A chilly autumn wind stole away my body heat.

The smartphone screen displayed the end of November.

“It’s about time I make up my mind.”

Soliloquies transformed into white breath and dissipated into the morning sky.

Since receiving the power of intuition, I’ve had dreams of the future dozens of times.

Though the details vary, the infirmary is always the finish line.

In the future beyond that, Aya and I live together harmoniously in an apartment. That remains unchanged.

However, the paths to get there are diverse.

We might attend different universities, or Aya might choose to be a housewife instead of going to university. Conversely, Aya might pursue higher education while I work day and night. There are even futures where we both take a gap year, indulging in work, parenting and sex.

Yet, I prefer if we both attend university. This is partly a modest wish from Aya’s parents and my older sister, even though they never articulate it.

Even if our educational plans don’t go smoothly, they’d probably think, “They got married early, so it can’t be helped.” While I’d be fine with building a happy home in any way, Aya probably wishes for genuine blessings from our families.

So, I resolve.

To achieve the best future for both of us. The method, I already know from the dreams shown by intuition.

I’ll focus on studying and working for a while. Just that.

Without engaging in sex.

“Sigh…”

An involuntary sigh escapes me.

Among the numerous dreams I’ve seen, there was only one future where Aya and I attended the same university.

That future involves enduring abstinence this winter, concentrating on exam preparation and work.

Since the incident of delivering forgotten items to middle school, we haven’t had a proper date. Both of us were immersed in part-time jobs.

It’s been two weeks since I last held her.

Aya might be okay with it, but for me, who ideally wants to hold her twice a day, it’s quite torturous.

Can I endure this for several months?

“No, I have to endure it.”

From here on, every day is crucial.

If I engage in sex even once, my desire for her will swell and we might inevitably end up in days filled with sex. Even if we don’t go to university, we can still lead a happy cohabitation life. I’ve seen such futures multiple times.

“Ryuji, are you awake? I’m leaving for work, so have a quick breakfast!”

My sister’s voice echoes from downstairs.

I slap both of my cheeks to wake up fully.

If I’m going to be happy, I want the happiest future.

Taking a deep breath, I begin changing into my school uniform.

- - -

At the school’s nearest station, I exit the train and walk briskly.

My pocket vibrates, prompting me to take out my smartphone.

“Are you almost at school?”

It’s a message from Aya.

“I’m fine.”

I increase my pace to a jog while replying.

This morning, I got caught up in my thoughts, making me late for preparations. Fatigue from consecutive part-time jobs probably played a role.

Thanks to that, I couldn’t go to school with Aya today.

I’ve carelessly lost one of the few moments with her lately.

“Wake up, Ryuji. I told you I’d wait.”

“I can’t make Aya sprint like crazy.”

“You’re not at all fine!”

After a few years of genuine effort, I managed to arrive at school ten minutes before the start of classes.

Checking my phone, Aya has sent me a series of stamps.

A pig drenched in sweat, desperately running.

A pig with a ribbon cheering, saying, “Hurry up.”

That pig throws a flying kiss.

“This pig has a diverse repertoire.”

Catching my breath, I enter the school building.

As I climb the stairs, another stamp arrives.

A pig with a heart-shaped cushion is imploring, “Come quickly.”

“Sigh…”

I unconsciously crouch down on the staircase landing.

This stamp, without a doubt, suggests an invitation for the night. But she probably used it with the awareness of a plea to come to school quickly.

Aya’s unawareness of her own innocence, or rather, her lack of awareness of adult matters, is one of her many charms. But it’s catching me off guard right now.

The determination I had in the morning is already wavering.

I regain my composure and ascend the stairs, walking along the corridor.

Recalling the explicit sex intuition showed me earlier.

The future of vigorously having sex with a naked Aya from behind in a middle school corridor.

I was enjoying the pleasure while passionately thrusting into her.

Therefore, from today, an extraordinary level of self-control is required.

After taking a deep breath, I entered the classroom.

“Ah, Boyan, you made it!”

“…Huh?”

Seated at my desk right after entering, Aya was wearing handcuffs.

She rolled up the sleeves of her white long-sleeved blouse, exposing the silver handcuffs she had on.

Inadvertently, I find myself mesmerized by the sight of a beautiful girl in a school uniform with both arms restrained.

“Aya, have you finally been arrested?”

Even though I was somewhat dazed, I managed to squeeze out a joke, hoping to be praised.

“What do you mean, ‘finally’?! These are just toys. Some guys bought them at Don Quijote for Halloween and we all took turns putting them on.”

She probably has no idea about the provocative and erotic combination of her pure innocence and the handcuffs. Her slightly blushing cheeks and the faint excitement are irresistibly seductive.

Without realizing it, the boys in the class are stealing glances at her. Some are even staring at her boldly with a vacant expression.

For the first time in my life, I felt a surge of murderous intent towards my classmates.

“Shouldn’t you take them off soon? Homeroom is about to start.”

“Yeah, I… Boyan, want to try wearing them for a bit?”

Aya inexplicably asks me with a sweet voice, seeming eager for me to try. The tone is strangely seductive and I’m dangerously close to getting aroused.

“With this size, it won’t fit on my arms.”

“Oh, right… Boyan, you’re kinda thick.”

While putting on the handcuffs, I wish she wouldn’t look at my arms like that.

Fortunately, the chime rings at the right moment, so I manage to calm my nerves and reach my seat.

Just a little more and I might awaken to abnormal desires.

No… I probably already have.

“Sigh…”

I count the clouds floating outside the window, calming both my heart and my lower regions.

I need to hurry – otherwise, my determination will vanish.

Now that my heartbeat has returned to normal somehow, I send her a text.

“Aya, do you have time after school?”

“Today’s fine.”

“I have something important to discuss.”

“Okay.”

Since the teacher came in, I quickly stow my phone in my bag.

- - -

After school, I was in the library.

About half the seats are occupied.

Perhaps because the school’s final exams are approaching, students from lower grades are also studying on their own.

Finding a table with relatively few people, I place my belongings.

Now that I’ve secured a good spot, I head towards the exit to meet Aya, who should still be in the classroom. Somehow, I felt she might be coming from that direction.

The door to the library opens and indeed, Aya walks in.

She spots me and waves lightly before approaching.

“Boyan, you’re in the library.”

“Aya, how did you know I’d be here?”

“Um… I just had a feeling?”

Her slightly proud face is cute.

I accidentally search for marks of the handcuffs on her wrists, but please forgive me for that.

“I also had a feeling that Aya might come.”

“Hehe, really?”

Feeling like we understand each other, our hearts warmly resonate.

Indeed, we are a couple in love.

“Is that university material? That’s why you went to the career counseling room during lunch, Boyan?”

“Yeah, I gathered the necessary information, sacrificing our precious lunch date.”

“I see. I also wanted to talk about our future studies.”

Once again, it seems like telepathy between us.

As I sit down, she takes the seat next to me.

Aya leans in to look at the documents and her chest gets dangerously close to my upper arm.

Getting straight to the point, I bring up the main topic.

“Aya, what do you think about both of us focusing on studying until the exams?”

“Oh, um… I was thinking the same thing. It’s about time for a final push, right?”

Aya nodded as she flipped through the red book of the school she aspired to. It’s the university that both she and I are planning to apply to.

Although it might be considered a bit late for intense preparation, our chosen university isn’t exceptionally competitive. It’s a reasonably good private university near our respective homes.

We’ve been studying quite a bit together. Since we started dating, I’ve actually improved my grades to avoid hearing, “Your grades dropped because of the relationship.” With our current abilities, passing the entrance exams is well within reach, but it will take a final push.

“So, I think it’s better to hold off on dates until then, including, of course, holding you, Aya.”

“Eh…? Uh, yeah… I kind of understand.”

Aya’s ears gradually turned red and it’s troublesome how that alone ignites the impulse to push her down.

“Sorry.”

“No, there’s no need to apologize.”

Her white thighs are tightly closed and she seems a bit fidgety.

Taking a deep breath, I realize that perhaps my explanation so far isn’t sufficient. Important matters like this need clear communication.

“I want to hold you, Aya, at least twice a day.”

“What?!… Uh, yeah… I know, but…”

Aya makes a strange sound and her ears turn even redder.

Recently, not being able to be with Aya was honestly tough.

Since this is definitely not a conversation for the library, I lean closer to whisper in her ear.

“Yeah… I know… but if I do it once, I won’t be able to stop. Throughout this winter… and even beyond, I’m confident I’ll continue to hold you, Aya.”

“Even with that kind of confidence…”

—Well, it’s not really a problem…

Her true feelings hit me in the groin.

After sighing to calm my desires, I speak slowly.

“So, I thought of enduring until the announcement of the exam results… I’m sorry for being selfish.”

“Ugh… I-I get it.”

“Hmm?”

Aya furrows her brow.

“You’re close, you know…”

Somewhere along the line, I found myself close enough to her ear to give it a kiss.

Her slender arms are holding onto the inside of her skirt. It seems like she’s holding something back.

“S-Sorry.”

I quickly move my face away.

Under the table, my groin swells, getting hotter and hotter.

After a short silence, Aya, seemingly having regulated her breathing, turns to me.

“Um… so, it’s like a resolution, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Until the announcement of the results? Not on, like, the day of the exam or something?”

The exams are about a month from now, in early January. The announcement of the results will be about two months later, in early February.

For the next two months, starting from the end of November today, I won’t have sex with Aya. To be clear, it’s hell. But…

“If possible, I want to work even harder at my part-time job… I want to prepare for the future, depending on how the entrance exams go.”

“Is that so…”

“I’m sorry for being selfish.”

“No, it’s also my resolution.”

“Is that right?”

…Huh?

The way she said it just now—…

“Boyan, um…”

“What is it?”

“When we study like this, will we still be able to meet…?”

She asks with a worried expression. Her watery eyes seem to be pleading.

If this weren’t the library, I would’ve hugged her without hesitation.

“Of course. I also want to see you, Aya. Let’s study like this after school on weekdays. I’m planning to take on more shifts at work on weekends, though.”

“…Is your body okay?”

My heart races at Aya’s worried expression. I’m genuinely happy that she’s the first to show concern for my well-being.

“I’m fine. After graduation, I want to live together with you, Aya and save money for marriage and supporting a family.”

“Ugh… U-um… saying that so casually…”

Even though our faces aren’t close, her cheeks are getting increasingly red.

I think I made a pretty straightforward confession.

“So… shall we start studying right away?”

“Sure.”

Blushing, we both turned our faces towards the table.

“If it’s Aya’s exam subjects, focusing on past questions might be a good idea.”

“Yeah, I feel the same. Oh, when’s the deadline for application submissions?”

“It’s the end of December. You should be able to request it from the university’s website.”

“I’ll check it out when I get home.”

“Make sure you don’t accidentally buy heart-shaped cushions or something.”

“And you shouldn’t buy stickers of the pig samurai either.”

We alternate between serious discussion and silly jokes. It’s our usual conversation as childhood friends.

We study together, talk about trivial things and do things that aren’t much different from before we started dating.

—…Ah, Boyan’s elbow.

The moment our elbows touched, I heard her inner thoughts. Every time I touch Aya, somewhere on our bodies, Aya mumbles in her mind.

Honestly, it’s a struggle to maintain composure.

“For now, Aya’s assignment is an English composition, but I think it’s better to focus on vocabulary and grammar than to concentrate solely on that.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Boyan, your weakness is in reading long passages, so it’s better to stick to past questions.”

“Exactly. Sorry, can you grab the red book?”

“Here you go.”

Aya hands me the red book, turning her body towards me. Under the table, her knee brushes against my thigh.

—Ah, Boyan’s leg.

—It’s warm.

Feelings from Aya’s mind flow in again from where we touched.

Her elbows brushing, her knees gently poking me—every touch is making my heart race.

It feels like the time before we started dating, when we were just normal childhood friends. Back then, I was oddly conscious of the places where Aya would pat my shoulders or poke me.

We won’t have sex for a while. Deciding that has made me hyper-aware. It’s like being an inexperienced boy harboring a one-sided crush.

The forbidden scenario of the library adds to the dilemma. Aya’s body temperature, her breath, the softness of her skin—all feel more erotic than usual. While pondering these things, I manage to continue the serious conversation.

“For vocabulary and grammar, let’s pick up mistakes from past questions for now.”

“Sounds good.”

Aya leans slightly forward and her short brown hair gently sways. The scent of the shampoo she always uses and the sweet fragrance emitted by her body, tickle my nose.

Dangerous.

The more I try to suppress it with reason, the more my desire for Aya bubbles up uncontrollably. Even her slender fingers tracing the pages of past questions feel enchanting. Well, it’s been like this for a while.

“Hey, Boyan, do you know what ‘divine’ means?”

“I’m pretty sure it means ‘sacred’ or ‘related to a god.’”

“Nfufu, then I’ll remember divine Boyan.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I feel like I can remember anything if I add ‘Boyan’ to the end.”

Aya giggles while looking at my profile.

—Boyan’s lips feel dry. I wonder if they’d be chapped after a kiss. Oh, the Adam’s apple moved a bit. Boyan’s Adam’s apple… I want to touch it. Uh-oh. There’s a tingling deep inside. I also need to control myself.

Irresistible desires flow in. It seems Aya is struggling like me. Suppressing it seems to have backfired, making it even stronger. I need to cool down – otherwise, this sexual tension might explode. My self-control won’t hold.

“…Aya, are you thirsty?”

“Oh, I’ll go to the vending machine.”

“It’s okay, I’ll get it.”

“No, I’ll get it when I go to the restroom.”

—What should I do? I didn’t bring spare underwear today. It’s so wet. Boyan, you fool.

“Huh…?”

My body stiffens involuntarily. In that moment, she stands up.

“Coffee is okay, right? A nice cold one.”

“Yeah, a cold one, please.”

“Okay, wait a sec~”

Aya walks briskly toward the exit. I can’t help but be drawn to the sight of her walking away, wondering how soaked the inside of her skirt must be.

“Sigh… I’m in trouble.”

I shift my gaze to the library window. Counting the swaying branches in the autumn breeze, I wait for the excitement in my groin to subside.

This might be the hardest trial in my entire life.

And so, our winter of endurance begins.