Chapter 75: I played a prank on my childhood friend in the library

I played a prank on my childhood friend in the library

Checking the answer sheet, I take a breath. Today is the day of the cram school-sponsored mock exam. Looking out the window of the venue, the winter-bare trees shiver their branches as if feeling the cold.

“Time is over. Everyone, please turn your answer sheets over.”

Today is early December, a Sunday. It’s been two weeks since Aya and I started our intense study sessions and decided to abstain from sex.

Exiting the hallway, I take out my smartphone. The screen lights up, indicating a message from her, who’s in a different venue.

“Boyan, do you have work after this?”

“Yeah, I do. How about Aya?”

“Yes, I have three weddings lined up.”

“Let’s meet in the library tomorrow after school and we can compare our answers.”

We exchange our answers, double-checking each other’s work.

“Boyan’s naughty.”

A teasing message arrives with a stamp. A pig with a megaphone shouting, ‘Dirty~!’

I chuckle and reply, “Yeah, it’s naughty, but only for Aya.”

After a minute, I receive only stamps. The pig, now with fiery eyes, cheers, “Good luck with your work!”

“This pig really has a diverse repertoire.”

I can’t help but laugh. Lately, this pig seems to resemble Aya, which is strange.

The screen lights up again and I receive another message from her.

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“Me too.”

Hmm? Me too… does it mean she’s also naughty?

“Ugh…”

I involuntarily squat down. Since our promise in that library, we haven’t had sex. We’ve kept our physical interactions to modest kisses, like greetings, to avoid losing control.

We try to study after school in public places like the library or a family restaurant. Going to either of our homes is out of the question. I’m confident I’d end up pushing her down. In this state of sexual frustration, I initially thought studying would be impossible, but somehow, I’ve managed to endure it.

If anything, after deciding to embrace Aya for three days and nights straight after the exam results, I’ve been able to focus on studying and work like a horse with a carrot dangling in front of it.

Even when we’re together, we refrain from any behavior or conversation that might hint at sex. Perhaps it’s a reaction to that – our messages have become more sexually charged.

“Can I endure this?” I wonder.

Taking a cold bottle of mineral water from my backpack, I gulp it down to cool the overflowing heat throughout my body. Once refreshed, I head to today’s shoot.

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In a hotel newly reopened near the suburban city’s station, a photo shoot is underway. Chiharu-san is sipping tea on the terrace of the attached cafe, while a photographer captures the scene from a distance.

“Hey, anyone available?”

“I’ll go.”

At the photographer’s vague instruction, I promptly stand up.

Holding a white reflector, I approach Chiharu-san and hold it overhead, allowing the light to filter through and shower her. She winks at me, indicating I got it right.

“Ryuji-kun, good job.”

“Thank you.”

Cleaning up the tea set used for the shoot, Chiharu-san approaches me.

Today, she’s wearing a brown down coat and a brown cut-sleeve shirt underneath, a style reminiscent of a winter resort trip, styled by my sister.

“Want some cookies? I got them from the hotel, but I ended up with extras. I ate half of them.”

“No, I’m good.”

“So, I guess today isn’t a date, huh?”

Somewhere along the line, it seems I’ve become the character who brings sweets home for Aya.

“Thanks for the cream puffs the other day. She really enjoyed them.”

“Really? I’ll get some for you again.”

With a slightly disheveled beautiful face, she laughs.

Bowing slightly to carry the tea set, she continues, “Ryuji-kun, you’ve grown a lot. You seem to see everythin or rather, you’re good at understanding intentions. All-arounders like you are a big help on set.”

“No, not at all.”

I’m just a general errand boy with little knowledge of styling and minimal experience on a photo shoot set. To gain recognition from these professionals, I need to be the most considerate person on set.

“Is it thanks to your girlfriend?”

“Huh?”

“Hey, Ryuji-kun, at first, you were more, like, vague. Kind and all, but seemed uninterested in your surroundings, right? But lately… you feel like you’ve shed a layer.”

“Thank you.”

If that’s the case, it’s undoubtedly thanks to Aya.

As Chiharu-san said, in the past, I had no interest beyond being childhood friends. But since I started dating Aya, the once bland world has become vibrant and at some point, I found myself interested in the people around me.

“Ryuji-kun might be suitable for a director.”

“Director?”

“Yeah, like the people who work as editors for magazines or websites. They assign the photo shoot staff, coordinate schedules and decide on the shooting locations. Ryuji-kun seems good at that.”

“Hmm.”

“Next time, should I introduce you to an acquaintance who’s an editor?”

“Please, I appreciate it.”

“Oh, nice. Ambitious and sexy, that’s good.”

“I want to earn money.”

“For your girlfriend?”

“That’s a big part of it.”

“Good, good.”

Chiharu-san nods as if praising a younger brother and then, as if remembering something, she looks up at me.

“Oh and, um…”

“Yes?”

“Are you free on the 24th?”

The 24th… Christmas Eve.

I haven’t finalized plans with Aya yet, but ideally, I’d like to keep the whole day open.

“Sorry, I have plans.”

“Oh, no problem, no problem. The shoot is only in the morning, so you can spend time with your girlfriend in the afternoon. It’s a big shoot that includes TV, so having Ryuji-kun and Kaede-san would be a big help. By the way, this is a formal job request.”

Chiharu-san’s gaze becomes more serious. It’s the gaze of a professional assessing someone, seeing through them.

“For now, Kaede—Kaede will be free the whole day, I think.”

“I can hear you, don’t decide things on your own!”

My sister, who appeared out of nowhere, glares at me while arranging other costumes used for the shoot.

Chiharu-san laughs with a puff.

“Haha… You two are really close. Yeah, Kaede-san has already agreed, but…”

“Is that so?”

“Haha, ha… That was funny. I wish I had a little brother like Ryuji-kun.”

Whatever tickled her so much, Chiharu-san is still holding back her laughter with teary eyes.

“And you, Ryuji-kun?”

She looks at me again. Her mouth is relaxed from the aftermath of laughter, but her eyes don’t share the same amusement.

—Don’t refuse.

God’s intuition strongly warns me.

It seems that jobs related to Chiharu-san are crucial for our future, Aya’s and mine.

But…

“I can’t decide on the spot. Can I give you an answer later?”

“It’s a significant job request, you know?”

“Even so, I’m sorry.”

I can’t decide without consulting Aya. Staring back at her with a serious expression, Chiharu-san suddenly lowers her shoulders.

“Sure. I’ll be waiting for your answer.”

“Thank you.”

“By the way, Ryuji-kun, you’re really considerate of your girlfriend. Jealous… I wish I had a boyfriend like Ryuji-kun.”

“Sigh.”

I give a nonchalant response to her seemingly joking words and my sister immediately interrupts.

“Oh, that’s an illusion, Chiharu-chan. The real Ryuji is like a creature counting grass in the garden all day. Chiharu-chan should get a more decent boyfriend or at least someone who won’t cheat.”

“Don’t say that…”

Chiharu-san drops her shoulders in disappointment. It seems she has bitter memories of infidelity in the past.

“I don’t plan on getting a boyfriend for a while”, she says in a nonchalant manner.

Ignoring Chiharu-san’s indifferent attitude, I head towards the building. The tea set in my hands is starting to feel heavy.

“Hey, Ryuji-kun, think about it properly”, Chiharu-san reminds me.

“Yes, I’ll consult with my girlfriend”, I reply, turning back and putting on the best smile I can manage.

“Also, there’s the talk about becoming an exclusive”, Chiharu-san adds, looking straight at me. She brushes her long black hair, wearing a shy smile.

“Yes, I’ll think about it carefully”, I assure her.

Relieved, her eyes seem devoid of the strictness a professional might have.

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The next day.

Enduring the lethargy typical of Mondays, we go through our classes, anticipating the end of the day.

As soon as the dismissal bell rings, Aya and I head to the library.

“…So, how was the exam, Boyan?” Aya asks with a face that doesn’t bother to hide her anxiety. She grabs my upper arm, leaning her cheek closer than usual.

Resisting the impulse to kiss her, I hand her the test paper.

“I think I’m probably in the passing range”, I tell her.

“Yeah, good job, Boyan.”

“What about you?”

“I think I’m probably okay too.”

She hands me her test paper.

“Shall we reevaluate each other’s answers?”

“Sure.”

While comparing her answers with the model answers distributed outside the venue, I check Aya’s responses. Her handwriting is round and cute, yet precise.

As I check, I steal a glance at her. Today, Aya is wearing a beige school cardigan over her blouse. Seeing that she hasn’t rolled up her sleeves despite being prone to heat, I feel the arrival of winter.

Her petite body sits upright with impeccable posture, like an example of proper sitting. Surprisingly, Aya has really good posture. Since childhood, when my seat tended to be toward the back, I used to gaze at her beautiful back during class.

Now, unavoidably, my eyes drift toward her chest. Because of her good posture, her cardigan accentuates her ample bust.

“Boyan.”

“Hmm?”

I quickly redirect my gaze to the table.

“It would be nice if we could go to the same university.”

“Aya, that sounds like a jinx, so you probably shouldn’t say that.”

“Eh… Then, tomorrow for lunch, I want to eat an anpan.”

Aya, trying to dispel the jinx, is amusing.

“I’ll go for an anpan tomorrow for lunch too. Let’s eat together.”

“Yeah!”

She nods energetically.

In the quiet library, a cat-like voice echoes, but no one reproaches it.

Today, the library is surprisingly sparse. Perhaps because it’s the period after the end-of-term tests. Besides us, only a few others are studying at their desks.

This might be God’s thoughtful arrangement. For us to have an important conversation.

“Boyan, how’s work lately?” Aya asks before I can open my mouth.

“It’s okay. Yesterday, someone suggested to me trying for a director position.”

“Director?”

She looks at me curiously.

“Yeah, it’s a job where you decide on shooting locations, prepare various things in advance and compile the work into a visual style. They said it suits me.”

“Oh, I see. Well, Boyan, you’re good at that kind of preparation stuff. I think it suits you.”

Aya somehow nods proudly, wearing a face akin to a sports coach who discovered a young talent.

But that gentle smile doesn’t feel like flattery – it genuinely seems to reflect her belief from the bottom of her heart.

Because she believes in me like this, I find the strength to persevere.

Once again, the urge to kiss her floods over me, but I manage to suppress it.

“I feel like I’m suited for it too. Even when I’m on set, I’m always thinking about things like how that shade over there would complement Aya, or that outfit would look good on her, or Aya would look cute from this angle”, I say.

“Uh… is that so?” Aya responds with a voice resembling a troubled frog. I can sense her embarrassment. She must be picturing herself facing a photoshoot in front of me.

She appears bright and sociable, yet she’s somewhat shy in public. To me, it’s a delightful flaw. I don’t want anyone else to know about Aya’s cuteness.

Lost in admiration as she bashfully looks down, she unexpectedly murmurs, “By the way.”

“Hmm?”

“Did the model who gave us cream puffs the other day say that?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“I see.”

Aya turns her attention back to the exam paper, but her checking speed is slower than before. Somehow, I sense she wants to know more about the cream puff person.

“She’s Chiharu, an acquaintance of my sister. I think she’s around twenty years old”, I explain.

“Is she a beautiful person?”

“I’m not sure… she has a well-arranged face.”

“Does she like cream puffs?”

“Um, I don’t know about her food preferences.”

“Not interested, huh?”

“Not really.”

“I see.”

Aya continues checking in a matter-of-fact manner. Somehow, her profile appears content, as if she feels relieved.

Now, let’s get to the main point.

“So, Aya, I have something to discuss with you.”

“Hmm, what is it?”

“I’ve been invited to work on Christmas Eve morning. They want me on the set.”

As I speak, I focus on her profile, ready to refuse the request if her expression darkens even a bit.

“Is that Chiharu’s work too?” she asks.

“Yeah, my sister got the request first, so I guess I’m just tagging along.”

“I see.”

Aya’s profile remains in high spirits, her usual expression intact.

“But personally, I want to prioritize time with you.”

That’s non-negotiable.

“Hehe”, she chuckles, smiling strangely as if finding it amusing.

“Aya?”

“Boyan, you’re so earnest. The fact that you came to consult me like this means you were probably asked a lot, right? Moreover… it seems like quite a significant job.”

Aya becomes proud again.

“Right”, I admit.

It’s impressive. Even though she shouldn’t have the power of intuition, she seems to see through everything. Indeed, if it were an ordinary job, I would have declined on the spot without consulting Aya.

“In fact, on that day, my uncle asked me if I could help out at the restaurant.”

“I’ll decline the job.”

It’s Aya’s uncle’s restaurant and it used to be Aya’s part-time workplace. It’s the place where she almost became a victim of stalking. I don’t want her to work there.

So, I’ll turn down the job and spend the whole day on a date with Aya. Alternatively, I might go to her workplace to watch over her.

“Wait, wait! It’s just a one-day gig and it seems like there will be other part-timers too. So… you know, I occasionally want to help my uncle”, she says, subtly showing consideration for my feelings.

In this situation, she probably won’t easily give in.

My intuitive warning is absent. Probably, it means that even if she goes to work, she won’t face the same danger as before.

“I’ll pick you up”, I say.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Aya smiles contentedly.

Seeing that smile, an irresistible desire to embrace her wells up within me.

I glance around the library. Although there are few people, it’s not deserted.

Attacking her here would be inappropriate. Besides, I’ve decided not to engage in sex this winter.

“Sigh”

Observing a male student studying at a self-study desk, my heart calms.

Then, a pleasant sensation runs through my thighs.

Upon closer inspection, Aya’s supple hand is resting on them.

“…What’s wrong?”

“Uh, well, Boyan.”

Her expression changes from a while ago to an awkward one.

“I also have something to discuss.”

“What is it?”

Aya grabs my thigh tightly. A tingling sensation travels to the groin and the flesh becomes taut. …I’d appreciate it if you’d stop.

“The practice test is over and both of us are probably within the passing range, right?”

“That’s right.”

I glance at the table. Checking each other’s answers, it seems there are no problems.

“So, um, it’s a bit early, but… as a reward for our hard work.”

Her cheeks gradually turn red.

“I, uh… I want you to kiss me later.”

“…Just a kiss?”

“And a hug too…”

Is that all? Because every day, we exchange light kisses and hugs at parting. So what Aya is asking for now is beyond that. More intense and provocative.

—Boyan. I—

From her hand on my thigh, a flow of desire overflows. I hastily shut it out.

Right now, if she were to plead with me in my mind, I wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Sigh…”

I sigh heavily and reach for her white thigh.

“Whoa… huh!?”

Ignoring the surprised Aya, I stroke the smooth, soft skin. It’s warm and pleasant. It’s been a month since I touched her.

“Wait, Boyan, someone’s here…”

“It’s payback.”

Her hand on my thigh has been feeling every tremor since a while ago.

“Oh, no…”

Grabbing her soft thigh tightly, she lets out a delicate voice.

“You provoked it, Aya.”

I smoothly slide my palm towards the root of the thigh. The sensation of flesh and warmth increases and there’s a faint moistness.

As it approaches the smooth fabric of her panties, Aya restrains my arm.

But that force is terribly weak.

“Boyan, no… this is the library.”

“I won’t go all the way, just making Aya feel good.”

“No…”

Her voice becomes almost inaudible.

“Yeah, keep suppressing your voice like that.”

I whisper into Aya’s bright red ear.

Massaging the base of the thigh under the skirt and passing through the fabric of the panties, my hand advances to the lower abdomen.

While feeling the pleasant warmth of the chilled hand, I slip my palm under the fabric.

“Ah… hnnn…”

The tip of my middle finger captures the sensation of the shame hill and the moist slit.

“Aya, how long has this been wet?”

“Nnn… Boyan, stop it…”

She opens her secret lips as if penalized for not answering the question. I bury my middle finger in the hot, sticky honey mouth.

“Hnnn…”

Aya’s body shivers.

She weakly grasps my arm with one hand and the other hand presses on the thighs from above the skirt. However, neither of them seems to be resisting seriously. The once stretched back is now rounded and she desperately endures it, facing downwards.

Seeing her like that makes my crotch even hotter.

For now, there are no intuitive warnings.

I glance around the library again. Several students are concentrating on self-study and there is no sign that anyone is looking in this direction.

“Ah, nn… nn…”

In the hidden alcove between bookshelves, Aya’s voice echoes, a sound only audible to me.

I could intensify the teasing, but drawing attention would be unwise. Thus, refraining from pushing my fingers further, avoiding the erect clitoris, I gently caress the surface of her honey-filled cavern.

“Mmm… Ah…”

Aya releases a breath, overwhelmed by the sensation.

A sweet fragrance emanates from her, causing my heart to beat loudly. In the library, under the table, Aya is being mischievously toyed with. The forbidden scenario excites me.

“Boyan…”

While she’s being stimulated, Aya turns her face toward me. Through her chestnut bangs, her eyes meet mine in an upward glance, moist and captivating.

Her half-open lips release sweet sighs and the fingers gripping my thigh exert pressure.

It seems like she’s craving even more lascivious actions.

“Aya, come here.”

Pulling my hand out from her panties, I grab her upper arm and lead her toward the library shelves.

Aya, blushing, follows as I guide her. We find ourselves behind a bookshelf near the library entrance.

“Is it okay to receive the reward here?”

As I ask gently, our bodies press close, eliminating any escape route. Her soft breasts press against my chest. Even through multiple layers of fabric, the softness, resilience and warmth transmit to me.

Eager to savor her body after a while, all my senses are heightened.

“People might come…”

Aya murmurs softly, still looking down.

“It’s fine. No one will come.”

Intuition also supports that.

Nevertheless, under normal circumstances, she would have definitely objected. In a place with no people around, perhaps, but engaging in lewd activities in the same space as others would be unbearable for her.

Yet, Aya nods faintly.

It seems to be the limit of her patience. Just like me.

She lifts her face, tilting her chin upward, staring at me as if seeking, closes her eyelids and slightly parts her lips.

Her face, anticipating a kiss, looks so beautiful and seductive.

I’m tempted to take a photo and cherish it forever, but my lust leaves no room for such thoughts.

“Mmm… Chu… Mmm, Ah…”

Our tongues entwine as we lock lips. Instantly, her tongue meets mine, intertwining sensually.

In that moment, an electric current surges through my spine. My entire body is electrified by this passionate kiss after a month of abstinence.

“Chu… Mmm, Nnn, Ah…”

We thoroughly explore each other’s tongues as if confirming the taste after a long time.

With our lips pressed tightly to prevent any sounds from escaping, we make lewd kissing noises in this secluded space.

“Chu… Nnn, Puu… Chu… Mmm, Ero…”

Aya’s incredibly soft tongue, warm membrane, sweet breath—all of it conveys an intense intimacy.

Feeling her heartbeat against the gentle touch of our chests, the small pulsations are endearing.

One minute, two minutes… our perception of time blurs as we become engrossed in this pleasurable kiss.

Eventually, lips part and the intertwined tongues release. Lips lingering, we slowly separate.

“Nn… Ero…”

I exhale a deep breath. We had been so absorbed in the kiss that we forgot to breathe.

In this supposedly chilly place, our bodies are heated and flushed.

Looking up at me with heated eyes, Aya’s presence makes it difficult for my breathing to settle.

“Is the reward… over?”

She asks, seeking confirmation.

At that moment, Aya’s suppressed desires, which I had shut out, flood back in.

—Boyan.

—I love you.

—I want to feel more.

—I want more pleasurable things with Boyan.

—And more…

My body shivers as if struck by a jolt.

The boiling desire courses through my entire body.

—No issues.

—Possess her.

As if adding to this, intuition whispers like a devil.

A ringing in my ears and memories of the future play in my mind.

—Between the library bookshelves.

In this space, we were connected, exchanging heated breaths.

Aya, standing, had her skirt lifted, panties pulled down below her knees. I, facing her, moved my hips rhythmically.

In a face-to-face position, I violated Aya, embraced her and thrust my tongue into her upturned mouth.

I sealed her sweet cries with a deep kiss, both of us closing our eyes, resembling a male and female immersed in pleasure.

I quickly dispelled the mental images.

This is not good.

Instinct and urges supported by intuition threaten to take over my body.

Surprisingly, Aya seems to desire the continuation of our actions. At least, deep down.

If that’s the case, there’s almost no reason to oppose my instincts.

I let out a small sigh, whispering to her ear.

“Shall we continue the reward? Aya, take off your lower garments.”

“But…?”

She gazes at me with uncertainty. It seems like the fear of being discovered and the desire for pleasure are conflicting within her.

Certainly, if I were to press her forcefully, the scene from earlier would likely repeat.

“It’s okay. Didn’t I say we’re just going to make Aya feel good?”

I turned my back toward a study desk in the library, creating a makeshift wall to ensure her figure is not visible, providing reassurance.

“Take them off, Aya.”

Whispering once more, tears welled up in her eyes.

Looking down, she slightly opens her mouth.

“We won’t do it, you know?”

“We won’t.”

I whisper gently.

Aya bends forward, placing her hands inside her skirt, slowly lowering her underwear.

—Violate her.

—Drive her mad with pleasure.

I continue to ignore the intuition persistently urging me.

This time, I can’t rely on intuition.

Because it’s already a certainty that we’ll lead a happy cohabiting life.

Intuitively, whether we go wild with sex this winter, jeopardizing our chances of getting into university, doesn’t matter.

It seems like, as if saying that, not driving Aya mad with sex might jeopardize even that future.

But I…

I want to fulfill her wish of going to university together and I don’t want to see Aya dependent on pleasure.

That’s non-negotiable.

“…I’ve taken them off.”

She pokes my chest with her forehead.

Her panties, removed, aren’t on the floor or in Aya’s hands. She seems to have quickly stowed them away in her pocket.

“Show me.”

“Eh?”

She lets out a perplexed voice.

“You were the one who wanted a reward, Aya.”

“I said I wanted it, but… um…”

“Aya, show me.”

I whisper gently, with a low tone that brooks no refusal.

“Ugh…”

She frowns deeply, but without showing any signs of refusal, reaches for the hem of her skirt.

Gripping both ends of the skirt, she slowly lifts it.

In my field of vision, her untouched intimate area is revealed.

“This is embarrassing…”

“Aya, it’s incredibly erotic. Leave the skirt as it is.”

Sitting down on the spot, I align my gaze with her crotch.

From the cleanly divided slit, transparent love juices leak out. It feels like there’s more than when I played with her under the table earlier.

I bring my face close, capturing her entire lower abdomen in my view.

“Ah, don’t get too close…”

“It’s wetter than before here.”

“Because, this is…”

“Yeah, I’ll make you feel really good, so stay still.”

“People might come.”

“Relax. No one will come here.”

Smiling from below, I see Aya close her eyes as if she’s made up her mind.

Probably because I’ve said it many times before.

She reflexively believes my confident words, almost like a conditioned response.

I extend my tongue to the fullest, pressing it firmly against the cleft.

“Mmm… Ah…”

Aya’s hips pull back, hitting the bookshelf. The entire shelf vibrates slightly, causing one of the lined-up historical documents to sway.

I grab her hips with both hands, securing her so she can’t escape.

Then, I press my tongue against her slit and lick it up at the same time.

“Hya… nn, fu, uu…”

Suddenly, my field of vision darkens and a cloth covers my head.

She quickly releases her hands from her skirt and seems to cover her own mouth.

In the dimness under the skirt, I lick Aya’s intimate parts like a dog.

“Nnu… n… ha, ah, aah… ngnn—”

It seems she lightly climaxed with just a bit of licking.

Her hips tremble cutely and love juices ooze out slowly.

My head swims in the scent that has accumulated under her skirt.

It’s as if her sweet body odor has become even more intense—a scent that soothes the soul yet stirs the loins.

Although Aya’s love juices should be tasteless and odorless, my brain converts it into something delicious.

“Boyan, this… yea…”

A weak scream descends from above.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

I mutter in a soft voice only she can hear.

No “no” or “stop” comes from Aya.

Maybe because I resumed licking without waiting for a response.

“Fu, uu… ngnn… ngnn…”

She releases muffled sounds in response to the movement of my tongue.

I self-deprecatingly think I’m being a bit vengeful.

This is a punishment for her, who tempted me so defenselessly before the entrance exams.

Well, Aya doesn’t know that if she doesn’t endure this winter, it will be difficult for her to go to university. So, it’s not entirely her fault.

Suddenly, I wonder if, from Aya’s perspective, this act might be more embarrassing than being violated by me.

As I think that, even more excitement wells up.

I lick upward along the vertical line, parting the petals wide.

With my tongue tip, I thoroughly lick the vivid pink-colored interior of her vagina. It’s like carving it out, viscously licking it up.

As I do, her soft buttocks, held in my hands, tighten.

“Nnuuu… uuugh…!”

Aya shakes her hips violently.

Her climax turns into vibrations transmitted to the tip of my tongue.

I pull my face out from under the skirt.

Looking up, our eyes meet. She has a completely melted expression.

Tears overflow from her eyes and rough breaths escape from her covered mouth.

Releasing the held hips, she slumps against the bookshelf.

“Aya, are you okay? …Sorry, I might have gone too far again.”

Still covering her mouth, she moves her body up and down. It seems like the climax is continuing.

Her eyes are feverish and moist and she’s sitting with her buttocks on the floor, knees bent.

Between her crossed knees, you can see a wet cleft.

Like a small animal cornered by a beast, it stirs up a sadistic desire.

Desperately suppressing the impulse to pounce on Aya like this, I turn my back to the study desk again and create a wall.

After a while, her breathing begins to calm down.

While slumped, she lifts her face and reaches out to grab my hips.

“Boyan.”

“Aya?”

“Boyan wants a reward too, right…?”

Looking up from her waist, her eyes meet mine. Those eyes are still heated and melting, still immersed in the aftermath of climax.

“If it’s with my mouth, will Boyan be happy?”

To that tempting voice, my heart pounds.

“Yeah, I’d be really happy.”

“Then… I’ll do it for you.”

Her bewitching smile once again pierces my heart. No man in the world could resist being approached like this.

It’s truly astonishing.

Aya, who cares more about public opinion than anyone else, is willing to perform oral sex in a place where, albeit sparsely, there are people.

There are no warnings from intuition…

For precaution, I glance behind me to check for people.

At that moment, Aya takes a sharp breath.

“Aya…?”

“Sorry, Boyan… Is it okay if we go somewhere else?”

Her face has changed drastically from just a moment ago, stained with embarrassment.

It seems she’s dismayed by her bold attempt.

“If it’s somewhere with no one, is it okay?”

“Yeah… Boyan, do you know?”

“I know.”

Aya burst into laughter when I immediately responded.

“Why do you know?”

She laughed as if she were amazed. It was her usual cheerful smile.

For some reason, I felt that this side of Aya was better.

“I’m always looking for places where I can hold Aya.”

“Ugh… What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her chestnut-colored short hair looked embarrassed as she looked down. It was amusing to see her being defeated after asking the question herself.

I reached out to Aya and slowly helped her stand up.

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We left the library and walked down the corridor.

At the end of the hallway, behind the stairs, Aya and I were there.

It was a dead space behind the stairs that hardly anyone visited regularly, especially after school, where no one would approach except for couples indulging in secret affairs.

“Boyan’s… really hard.”

While grabbing my erect shaft, Aya looked at me wide-eyed.

“Anyone would be like that if touched by Aya.”

“Other than Boyan, I don’t do it.”

Her words made my meat rod tense even more in her hands.

My pants were lowered to my thighs and Aya was on her knees in front of me. She straightened her back and pressed her nose against my crotch.

Every time she spoke, her breath warmed my penis, making it too pleasant.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

She licked the underside of my erect shaft.

“Ugh…”

A trembling pleasure shot through my spine.

Aya’s tongue was incredibly warm. An orgasmic sensation overwhelmed me and it wouldn’t last long.

Aya’s provocative voice and her tongue work on my throbbing member were too intense for the excitement I had endured so far.

“Boyan’s getting twitchy… cute.”

Her tongue moved up and down the backside, like licking soft-serve ice cream. The tip of her tongue circled around the glans.

“You got big again… ngh.”

I shivered with pleasure, responding to her.

I had to admit it was even more enjoyable than when she did it at her part-time job before. Maybe she improved or perhaps my manhood became more sensitive—probably both.

“Mmm…”

Soon, Aya started shaking her head slightly. Her slender and flexible fingers gently gripped the base and the other hand massaged my testicles.

While her tongue remained in contact with the underside, she moved up and down. Aya’s rough breathing warmed my crotch and it felt like my brain was melting into pleasure.

“Mmm… nn…”

Her cute and beloved voice leaked from her throat at a steady rhythm. The effort to please me was conveyed in her every sound.

A sensation, as if the entire shaft was being pulled, suddenly rushed over me. She seemed to be sucking and massaging at the same time. The moist movements of her mucous membrane, occasionally suctioning, combined with the pleasure, made my waist tense up.

“Oh, Aya, I’m about to…”

“Um… release it.”

The up-and-down movement became faster. Aya’s mouth seemed to be both sucking and inhaling. My waist tightened from the inside and a hot mass rose.

“Ugh…!”

A large amount of semen flowed into her throat.

The pleasure was so intense that I involuntarily closed my eyes and my eyelids flickered with the orgasm. When I opened my eyes, I was facing the fact that Aya was swallowing my essence.

“Aya, did you swallow it all?”

While breathless, I asked the beautiful girl standing below.

“Yeah… a lot came out…”

She seemed to be swallowing and saying it at the same time.

Both of us remained silent for a while, with rough breaths.

“…Um, should we go soon?”

Aya slowly stood up.

“Yeah… Aya, your blowjob felt amazing.”

“That’s good.”

She smiled genuinely, looking truly happy.

I felt my penis, which I had put back into my pants, becoming hot again. I had the urge to take Aya right here.

Suppressing the raging lust, Aya asked hesitantly,

“Um, can we stop by the restroom? I want to freshen up down there.”

Right now, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. It would be uneasy and she probably wanted to rinse her mouth too.

“Of course. Oh… but did you bring spare underwear today?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Got it.”

I desperately restrained the penis that seemed to be going wild inside my pants.

On a bench beside the stairs on the first floor, the two of us sat side by side.

After using the restroom, we returned to the library, prepared to leave, bought cold tea from the vending machine under the first-floor stairs and decided to take a break on the bench because we didn’t feel like going home yet.

As we gazed absentmindedly at the quiet corridor, Aya leaned against my shoulder.

“Boyan… you shouldn’t bear everything alone.”

While fiddling with an empty PET bottle on her knee, she stared down the hallway just like me.

“…What are you talking about?”

“Um… just a feeling. Boyan, I always have this image that you’re always troubled alone.”

Aya was sharp, as expected. She probably sensed that I was worrying about various things related to the future.

“You might not want me to say this.”

“I’m not worried.”

I chuckled at her attempt to sound strong. She knew that she, too, was troubled about our relationship and Chiharu-san.

“I’m not worried either. I just do what needs to be done calmly.”

“Hehe, that’s cool… Is that the catchphrase of the Samurai Pig? Boyan liked that a lot.”

“…Did I?”

Surprisingly, I couldn’t recall. Even though I was so engrossed in watching that anime.

Or rather, if it was a Samurai Pig line, it would be embarrassing. I felt like I said it quite proudly.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, Boyan, you look embarrassed now.”

Her triumphant expression was annoying and cute.

Aya occasionally made these mischievous, delinquent-like faces and it was irresistible.

“By the way, Aya, did you watch Samurai Pig too?”

Surprising.

Back in elementary school, I was the only one obsessed with it. She always listened to my stories with a face that said, “Samurai Pig again?”

When I put Samurai Pig stickers on her bed, she scolded me like a wildfire.

“…Aya?”

Suddenly, she seemed to be staring at something.

Following her gaze, it was the emergency exit at the end of the corridor. The green guidance light was faintly glowing.

“I feel like that person looks a bit like you, Boyan.”

That person?

Ah, the green person drawn on the guidance light. Running toward the emergency exit… well, it kind of resembled my silhouette.

“It seems like that person is desperately trying to escape.”

“No, that person isn’t escaping – they’re guiding us to safety. See, they’re showing us the way out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, because if they were planning to escape alone, they would hide about half of their body.”

It might be hard to understand that way, though.

“I always thought, during every evacuation drill, that this person looked like you, Boyan. Like, ‘If you go this way, you’ll be safe.’”

Her side profile seemed a bit lonely.

I also want to go with her, so she doesn’t worry alone, so we can worry together… that’s what she wanted to convey. Even without the power of intuition, I understood.

If this were a romance drama, would this be the scene where I reveal my worries candidly? About the various hurdles in the future that lie ahead for both of us?

Revealing everything might provide relief. Aya would probably feel at ease too.

But I don’t intend to disclose anything to her.

Not about the power of intuition, not about the trials, not about the future.

It’s not about male pride – it’s because I don’t want to stop.

I can’t show her a moment of hesitation or confusion, not even for an instant.

I’ll keep pulling Aya around, keep playing with her.

That’s an absolute condition to keep her tied to me.

So, I must never let my guard down.

“Certainly, we do look a bit alike.”

“Hehe… right? Also, that person seems a bit absent-minded.”

Her teasing tone was oddly refreshing.

“By the way, Aya, you look like that one.”

As a return, I pointed to a corner of the corridor.

“Huh? …That’s a fire extinguisher!”

“But it’s red.”

“I’m not red.”

The cheeks, puffed up like balloons, are certainly white. Right now.

“And even if I were to go into a furious rage and burn, I feel like Aya could extinguish it with a ‘pshoo.’”

“…Does Boyan ever get angry?”

“I do.”

If someone were to lay a hand on Aya now, it would likely evoke not just anger but murderous intent. I recall the faces of the boys in that classroom when they handcuffed her.

It’s not just anger. Emotions, desires and impatience often make my feelings explode. But every time, she manages to settle my heart in the right place.

She always shows me the path to happiness together. That’s why I can stay calm and endure.

“So, we make a good team, don’t we? Like a helpful duo during a fire.”

Aya raises one eyebrow proudly.

“Green Guy and Extinguisher Girl, something like that?”

“No, that sounds like a horror movie… Hmm, Green Boyan and Red Aya…?”

It’s a bit embarrassing even as I say it myself.

Come to think of it, back in elementary school, she used to name things like that. When we explored a shelter in the nearby woods and found an unknown air-raid shelter.

“Captain Southbird, was it?”

“Eh?”

Southbird because it’s a southern bird. At that time, Aya proudly showed off her recently learned English. It was cute.

“And, I think I was… The Dragon.”

“Ugh!”

Ryuji, so The Dragon. This, too, was Aya’s naming. Nostalgic.

“It’s pretty cool, right? I kinda liked it.”

“Don’t say thaaat…”

Aya, blushing deeply at her own embarrassing past, is truly cute.

“Really, Aya, you’ve always been cute.”

“Huh!?”

Oops, my true feelings slipped out.

A strange sense of endearment, different from what I feel for a childhood friend and slightly different from what I feel for a lover, spreads in my chest.

I watch Aya, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, for a while.