Chapter 80: Heart and body deeply connected at my childhood friend's Home

Heart and body deeply connected at my childhood friend's Home

We were walking on the way back from school illuminated by the setting sun.

A chilly wind blows. The weather forecast predicted a rapid drop in temperature from the evening. Despite that, my entire body is burning with heat.

Certainly, Aya must be feeling the same.

The warmth from her naturally warm upper arms is transferred to me.

We’ve been silent since a while ago.

The moment we speak, it feels like we might start a passionate kiss on the spot.

Soon, her familiar house comes into view.

Since there’s no car in the parking lot, it seems as Aya said – no one is at home.

The fact makes my manhood pulsate with heat.

Entering her house, the lights are off.

The faint evening shadows gently illuminate the hallway and stairs.

“Mom and Dad are on a hot spring trip from today”, Aya opens her mouth for the first time in the last dozens of minutes.

“What about Hiroto-kun?”

“He’s staying at a friend’s house.”

“I see… I’ll go in then.”

As we enter the entrance, she pauses.

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“Do you want to eat chocolate first?”

“…Is it okay later?”

“Sure. Then, shall we go to my room?”

“Let’s go.”

She ascends the stairs ahead of me.

The fluttering skirt and the sensuous thighs extending from it irresistibly draw my attention.

Entering her room, I recall the day I came here on the last day of the school trip.

The arrangement of furniture and the types of small items are almost the same as before. But compared to the last visit, the room is cleaner. Items that were previously on the floor are now organized on the shelves.

Did she tidy up today, expecting me?

As I glance around the room, I notice an unfamiliar navy blue cushion under the white low table. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

She points at it and mutters awkwardly, “That’s yours, Boyan.”

It seems she specifically bought a cushion just for me.

“Thank you.”

Sitting on the cushion, Aya takes a seat on the bed, not next to me.

She places both hands on her knees, rubbing her knees together nervously.

She’s probably avoiding eye contact because my crossed legs are creating a noticeable tent.

“Um, it’s cold, right… I think. I’ll turn on the heating.”

Aya reaches for the remote control by the bedside and turns on the power with a click. At that moment, a glimpse of pink fabric is visible between her slightly open knees. Perhaps today, even her bra matches the same color.

“Should I bring tea?”

“Nah, I’m good for now. Are you thirsty, Aya?”

I rise slowly and sit next to her. The bed creaks.

“I don’t think I need some right now either.”

A quiet silence fills the room. The heating begins to take effect and the room temperature rises steadily.

“Aya.”

“Yes!”

She startles, her shoulders shaking, as if she was suddenly called on by a teacher during class – amusing.

“You’ll do anything I ask, right?”

“…Yeah, I’ll listen.”

“Even if it’s a naughty request?”

I deliberately lean in, whispering into her ear while breathing softly.

“Mmm… Yeah, anything.”

—If it’s Boyan’s wish.

—Anything you want.

—Even something really naughty.

—I’m okay with it.

Her resolute feelings flow into me.

Something really naughty, huh? If Aya knew about my beastly desires, she’d probably be taken aback, I chuckle inwardly.

“Well then, for starters, can you undress on the bed?”

“Yeah…”

She leans back on the bed, sitting cross-legged. Taking off the gray blazer from both shoulders, she then pulls up the beige sweater. Dropping it to the floor without folding, she immediately starts unbuttoning her blouse.

Her sweet breaths can be heard – haa, haa. Her shoulders rise and fall, breathing heavily. Aya’s embarrassment and frustrating desires come through.

When she finishes unbuttoning the bottom button, intending to take off the blouse, I stop her.

“Wait, just like that. Show me your bra.”

Aya timidly opens her blouse. As expected, it’s a peach-colored bra, matching her panties. Delicate fabric with a sophisticated design envelops her ample bosom.

Reaching out, I gently trace along the round contour and Aya lets out a tender “nn” sound.

“Lift your skirt. I want to see your panties too.”

She averts her gaze from me, lifting her skirt. It seems that revealing her skin voluntarily brings considerable embarrassment to Aya.

White thighs are exposed, revealing pink panties guarding her intimate area. The same design as the bra, it seems like a gentle tug could tear it apart.

“Your underwear is really cute. It’s my first time seeing it.”

“Yeah… got it together with Kanappe.”

“Is that so?”

Blushing Aya looks adorable. She probably bought it today to be embraced by me. Frankly, it’s a shame to undress her, but I want to see her naked soon.

“Next, with the blouse on, just take off the bra.”

“Huh, with the blouse on?”

“Yeah, it’s sexier that way.”

She nods obediently.

The bra seems to have a front closure and Aya unfastens the front hook while looking down. Large breasts sway as if they might make a thudding sound. Through the few-centimeter gap in the partly open blouse, I catch a glimpse of the dangling bra fabric and her white cleavage. It’s a sensuous sight, enough to make saliva almost drip involuntarily.

I want to see more of her embarrassing appearance, make her wear something illicit that she wouldn’t show anyone else.

“Aya, stretch out your arms.”

“Um…”

She extends her arms, seemingly hesitant. Her intention to let me do as I please comes through.

I smoothly remove the striped necktie of the school uniform and begin to wind it around Aya’s slender wrists.

“Uh, Boyan…”

For the first time today, she sounds anxious.

“I want to tie you up, Aya. Is that okay?”

“Yeah… but, I’m a bit scared.”

“I’ll make it loose… If you still don’t like it, just tell me.”

“Um…”

I tie her gently but securely.

Aya is now bound with my navy blue tie.

I recall the time when she wore handcuffs. Since then, I’ve wanted to tie Aya up like this.

After savoring that sinful sight for a while, I move to the bed and position myself behind her. Aya, who shivers slightly, ignites a sadistic desire within me.

I’m about to thoroughly violate this bound beauty. The heat in my lower body intensifies at the thought.

I embrace her tightly, peeking into the enchanting cleavage beneath. The ample breasts push up the blouse and through the fabric, two perky nipples are visible.

Running one hand over, I gently squeeze the soft breasts over the blouse.

“Ah…”

Just that makes her emit a pleased sound. Her ears turn bright red, making her look cute.

Whispering in a low voice, I press my lips against the inside of her ear.

“Aya’s breasts after a long time… they’re incredibly soft. I want to keep fondling them forever.”

“Oh, your hands, Boyan… Ah…”

“What’s wrong with my hands?”

While kneading her soft breasts through the blouse, I inquire.

“Mmm… it’s just amazing… Hah…”

Tweaking the tips with my fingertips, I slide over the fabric of the blouse, causing her back to jerk.

“Ahh… Ngh, Hah… That, no… don’t…”

“Your nipples have gotten really hard. Wanted me to touch here for a long time?”

“I don’t know, Uhh… Nngh—”

Squeezing the peaks tightly with two fingers, Aya arches her back lightly. Perhaps due to enduring it for a long time, her whole body’s sensitivity has heightened. I’m no different – just rubbing against her waist is making me feel too good, almost on the verge of climax.

“I came just by playing with them over the blouse. I wonder what would happen if I touched them directly.”

Licking the inside of her ear, I whisper, making her eardrums resonate. The sense of decadence in verbally teasing this innocent girl is off the charts.

Meanwhile, Aya’s arousal is steadily increasing.

Deliberately avoiding the tips, I stroke around the areola over the blouse.

“Ah, Boyan… Nnn, Ah…”

—Why.

—Boyan, that place… all the time.

—Even through the clothes, it tingles.

—Touch me more.

—It’s frustrating.

—Boyan.

—More.

“Aya, do you want me to touch directly?”

“Huh… E?”

She hesitates, releasing a sweet sigh.

“If you want me to touch, say it.”

As I ask in her ear, Aya slightly turns toward me.

“…Please, touch.”

Her breathy plea makes my chest warm.

“I’ll touch your breasts.”

Slowly inserting my hand through the gap in the blouse, I let it crawl inside the fabric. The sensation of hard nipples in the center of my palm, I squeeze firmly.

“Ngh, Ahh…”

Aya releases a tantalizing sigh. I squeeze and knead the hot and soft breasts. The feel of the supple skin clinging to my hand is delightful. The palm seems to be trembling with joy.

With the fingers sinking into an almost infinite softness, I recall the awe I felt when I first touched her breasts.

Perhaps it’s been a while since I touched them directly or maybe they’re just this big.

“Aya’s breasts are incredibly soft and pleasant. It’s like they’re clinging to my hand – it’s irresistible.”

To heighten her arousal, I continue to whisper in her ear.

With a gentle squeeze, soft breast flesh spills through my fingers.

“Your breasts have become a bit slippery with sweat. I love the sweet scent of Aya’s sweat.”

I bury my nose in the damp nape, filling my nostrils with her fragrance, a mix of nectar and soap.

“Ah… Because… my body, it’s so hot…”

—Boyan’s way of touching.

—Feels good.

—Why, when touched by Boyan?

—Do I feel this safe?

—Please.

—Touch me more.

—I want more.

—Feel good with my body.

—With everything I have.

—More—

A tightness grips my chest.

A mix of relief, urgency, envy, tension and the pleasure of being caressed flows from within Aya.

Aya doesn’t need to be this desperate.

Driven by emotions, I grab one breast with one hand, kneading it in circular motions.

With the other hand, I trace her upper arm, seizing the wrist tied in front of her chest.

“Being tied up by me… and feeling it as I touch your breasts, Aya, it’s so wickedly cute. You shouldn’t show this side to any other man.”

I recall the glances of the boys who were mesmerized by Aya when she wore handcuffs in class.

“Ah, ngh… I don’t show it.”

“When you wore those toy handcuffs before, all the guys in class… were looking at you. With lustful eyes.”

“Eh…”

Aya reacts with small surprise. This wasn’t something she could have anticipated.

The boys in class looking at her like that back then.

Me, fixating on such trivial matters and self-flagellating this much.

That’s what she must be thinking.

But I need to make Aya understand more.

I am a mass of jealous possessiveness.

I am so obsessed with Aya that I have no room to look at anyone else.

Therefore, there’s absolutely no need for Aya to feel jealous about me.

How can I convey this more effectively?

“If I were a pig samurai, I’d use a deadly sword technique to blind all the guys in class.”

I deliver violently charged words to her ear.

“Eh…”

Her time seems to stop again.

“With that fatal move…?”

“Yeah, the one that makes everyone disappear.”

Aya responded with a faint smile.

“What is that…?”

A reaction on the verge of bursting into laughter. I felt the tension leaving her body, replaced by a growing softness.

I wonder if my message got through.

Well, it doesn’t matter. From now on, I’ll engrave into this body how much I desire her. There’s no need to make her dependent on jealousy and pleasure.

Having deviated significantly from the anticipated future of the godly intuition, I, on my own, will captivate Aya.

“Aya, from here on, I might not be able to hold back.”

I pinched the nipple that peeked through my fingers, exerting gentle pressure.

“Ah… ngh, ngh…”

Perhaps caught off guard, Aya’s body swayed significantly and the back of her head rubbed against my shoulder.

The relaxed atmosphere suddenly heated up.

“Ah, nn… Boyan, wait…”

“Well, I’m at my limit too.”

With her ear relaxed by heat and my breath, I let out a low voice.

Then, I extended my tongue and let it dance in her ear.

“Heh, ahh… ngh…”

“Your nipples, when squeezed like this, are springy with elasticity… Aya, it’s cute.”

While tormenting her with words, I pressed and kneaded the pointed bud with my fingertip.

“Haah, ahh… There, ahh… Ah, ngh…”

Her shoulders shivering uncontrollably were irresistible. Perhaps due to her arms being tied or her inability to wriggle, her heightened sensitivity enhanced Aya’s arousal.

“Aya, show me this too.”

I slid the hand that had been massaging her breasts down to her lower body. After teasingly caressing her thighs while she was in a sitting position, I delved into the skirt.

Touching the comfortable fabric of her panties, I traced the drenched crevice with my fingers.

“Ah, ngh…”

She lifted her hips as if trying to escape my touch.

Taking advantage of that momentum, I forcefully leaned her body forward.

“Ah…”

She knelt on the bed. With her upper body bound, she had no choice but to support herself with both elbows. As a result, she presented her hips to me, leaning forward.

Lifting the skirt in front of me, I revealed her cute white buttocks and pink underwear.

Even the slightest touch made Aya’s buttocks tremble. The sensitivity was exceptional and it fueled the beastly desire within me.

“Your panties, I’ll take them off.”

I grabbed the peach-colored fabric and slowly pulled it down, exposing the moist labia. Aya’s knees spread to the sides, revealing a vivid pink slit that twitched as if yearning.

Whenever I see it, Aya’s vagina is beautiful and lascivious.

“Amazing. Aya down here is soaking wet.”

“Nngh… Because, well, it can’t be helped…”

Aya’s desperate desires echo through.

—Wanting to be held by Boyan.

—Wanting to feel Boyan.

—Overflowing with love.

—Always.

—Wanting.

—Anxiety.

—Now too.

—Quickly.

—Wanting to be satisfied.

—Quickly, inside.

Her earnest emotions are palpable.

No need for further teasing – no room for indulgent caresses. I have no more time for that.

“Please, Boyan.”

She murmurs while lying face down.

As her face turns towards me, she looks at me pleadingly.

“Please… put it in.”

Aya, not just in her heart but directly, with words, begged.

“Sure, I’ll insert it.”

I hastily unbuckle my belt, lowering my trousers and underwear.

Grasping the erect member that sprung forth, I trace the crevice of the offered buttocks.

“Nn, ugh…”

I seize the trembling soft buttocks with one hand and guide the tip of the penis to the lubricated honey entrance with the other.

As the glans is immersed in the honey pot, the vaginal entrance tightly constricts, as if saying it won’t let go. This stimulation sends shivers throughout my body and the testicles begin preparations for ejaculation.

Pulling her hips closer, I slowly thrust my groin forward. I penetrate Aya from behind. The meat rod is gradually engulfed by the warm vaginal embrace.

“Ah… ngh, uuuuh…”

Aya climaxes from the sensation of penetration alone.

“Oh, inside Aya… dangerous. It’s warm and it feels amazing.”

“Ah, haah… Boyan’s… inside… me…”

Deep in her belly, it’s warm.

—Boyan’s.

—Inside, pulsating.

—Moving.

—Fulfilling all of me.

—Feels good.

—Boyan too.

—More and more.

—Feeling good.

The intense sensation of the tightly constricting inner walls of her vagina makes everything before my eyes go completely white.

After several months, Aya’s insides feel unbelievably pleasurable. Perhaps due to the prolonged teasing, her vagina is tight and snug, similar to the first time I embraced her. Yet, it coils and entwines, drawing my manhood deeper and deeper.

Overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, my brain struggles to keep up and my consciousness teeters on the edge.

Just being inside her causes my hips to tremble uncontrollably. The testicles are simmering, urging me to move my hips.

“I’m going to move.”

“Unh, nngh… aahh”, Aya responds with adorable moans as I rhythmically move my hips. The suction inside her tightens with each motion.

“S-stop, my hips won’t stop. Aya, I’m going to intensify it”, I warn.

“Y-yeah, it’s okay… However, you want, Bo-yan…”

With a swift smack, my pelvis collides with her soft buttocks.

“Uh, huhhh… uunnghh”, Aya’s prone form raises her head, facing the wall and pants.

Grasping her plump buttocks firmly, I continue the relentless piston-like thrusts.

“Ah, oohh… it feels so good hitting there, aaahhh—”

With every forceful thrust, she lets out a scream-like moan.

Her blouse clings tightly to her back, outlining the supple curvature. The late afternoon sun, filtering through the curtains, tinges the white fabric with an orange hue.

It’s an obscenely provocative scene.

“I’m… Aya, I’m going to release inside. Deep inside”, I announce.

“Uh-huh, release it… Please, Bo-yan, come…”

Those words send shivers throughout my entire body.

My hips move involuntarily, initiating deep thrusts. Engrossed in violating her, with every shove, I knead her protruding buttocks.

“Ah, ahh… aaahhh, aahhh…”, her high-pitched scream renders my mind blissfully intoxicated.

Unable to think of anything but impregnating her, I concentrate on thrusting into her petite frame. As I rhythmically move, my groin heats up and an intense sensation of ejaculation surges.

“Aya, I’m reaching climax”, I announce.

“Ungh… I’m also… about to…”

Tension builds in my abdominal muscles and warmth flows through my groin.

“Ungh, uhhhh…!”

A deluge of semen erupts. It feels like every corner of my genital area has become an erogenous zone. The thick, viscous seed that I’ve been accumulating spills forth in a torrent of pleasure.

In tandem with my climax, Aya’s vaginal walls contract tightly.

“Aaahhh… nnngggghhhhh—”

The meat rod is squeezed within the tightly clenching walls of her vagina and once again, semen is released from the tip.

“Again, I’m… cuh…!”

My manhood inside Aya’s vagina bounces and with each bounce, it releases semen into her depths.

My mind is shrouded in a pink haze, overwhelmed by an intense pleasure. Like squeezing out every drop of semen from my entire body, I continue pressing my groin against her buttocks.

“Haah… haah… haah… nngh—”

As I withdraw the flesh rod, Aya lets out a small gasp.

She remains in the position with her buttocks raised, trembling subtly. It seems she’s still under the influence of ecstasy. A torrent of milky fluid overflows from her vaginal entrance, tracing down her white thighs.

I sigh at the still erect flesh rod.

This is something else. It seems my body is not yet satisfied with Aya.

“Sorry. I just can’t get enough.”

“Huuh…?”

I flip her from a prone position onto her back, her bewildered voice filling the air.

“Oh…”

I meet Aya’s dewy brown eyes. Her sweaty short brown hair is disheveled on the pillow.

Her blouse has come undone and her ample breasts bounce freely. The nearly discarded bra has been thrown to the sides, creating a highly provocative scene.

Her wrists are placed on her chest, bound by my necktie.

The lower half of her body, with the skirt pulled up to her waist, exposes her cleanly parted slit, still oozing with love juices and milky fluids.

Her peach-colored underwear is bunched around her thighs, caught and tangled and despite this lewd sight, she still wears white socks snugly on both feet.

It’s an irresistibly erotic sight that makes me swallow hard.

My stiffened flesh rod grows even hotter and harder.

I press my hips against her and, this time, insert myself in missionary position. The fleshy rod smoothly buries itself into her slippery vaginal canal, enriched with love fluids and various secretions.

“Ha, aaah… Bo-yan…”

“Aya, I’ll release it once more.”

As I declare, I start moving my hips.

“Wait… I haven’t… come yet… nngh, mmm…”

I silence her words with my lips. With my tongue slipping easily into her slightly open mouth, I entwine it with Aya’s melted and tender tongue.

“Chu, ngh… nn… ah… nre, eh… ea, nngh…”

It’s a fierce kiss, mixing saliva. I press my face against hers, thoroughly devouring the inside of her mouth. Our tongues entangle passionately, her small tongue diligently intertwining with mine.

Without worrying about saliva trickling from the corners of her mouth, I focus on savoring Aya’s tongue. Her tongue is delicious and the kiss with her is so pleasurable that it’s irresistible.

“Nnku, nnhh… nngh, muah… Bo-yan, nn… more, please.”

Ensnared by her poignant gaze, I plunge into another round of passionate kissing.

Bachu, bachu, while continuing the thrusting, I covered Aya’s body and greedily kissed her. It was only a matter of time before the ejaculation sensation welled up again. Shifting to a small, rhythmic piston movement, I stroked my manhood inside her.

Putting more weight on her, it seemed painful as her wrists in the chest area were caught.

Interrupting the kiss, I grabbed Aya’s wrists and pressed them against the pillow.

The blouse rolled up further, revealing her white upper arms and armpits.

“Aya, being tied up and violated by me, you’re so naughty”, I said while sucking on her upper arms, leaving red kiss marks as if absorbing sweat.

“Ah, nn”, I licking her upper arms and burying my face in the smooth armpits.

“Hey, Aya, want me to suck on your breasts?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

I nibbled on the sweaty breasts. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked up the soft flesh, rolling her nipples with my tongue. Sucking and leaving, her breasts swayed as they returned to her chest.

“Aah, nn… breasts, delicious…?”

Gently asking, Aya’s cute response was irresistible.

“It’s delicious. It’s so soft and addictive.”

“Yeah… nn, haah, nn…”, with one hand holding her wrists at the bedside, I used the other to scoop up her breasts. Gripping and licking the gathered soft breasts.

I carved the areola with the tip of my tongue, licking and flicking the sensitive nipples. A light nibble elicited a soft, elastic response and the sensation was irresistible.

“Aah, nn… ah, ah… nn, ah, aaah…”

Aya’s sweet voice became high-pitched and intense. Bound by me, her breasts licked and her vagina stimulated rhythmically, she seemed to be reaching the peak of pleasure.

Having been relentlessly teased after the previous climax, how much pleasure had she been imprinted with?

To make Aya feel even more, I hugged her naked body tightly. Pressing her breasts with my chest, our stomachs stuck together closely.

“Nnngghh…”

Perhaps due to the intensified contact in the crotch area, she made a struggling sound and reached climax. The manhood pressed into her vagina trembled.

“Aya, you came again. Aya when you come, you’re so cute and irresistible. I want to make you come more.”

Holding her thin and soft body tightly, I whispered my thoughts into her ear right next to her.

The feeling of liking Aya overflowed from my entire body and the movements of my hips increased in speed.

Despite the small, rhythmic piston, a pleasant sound echoed from the lower body.

“It feels good inside Aya. I want to occupy everything. I really want to violate her so much, tie up Aya’s body and heart completely. Everything, the cute and not so cute parts, the future, everything, I won’t let anyone have it… it’s all mine.”

I poured out my thoughts into her ear. Conveying both earnest desires and dirty lust.

To pull out Aya’s true feelings. To make it easier for Aya to pour out her heart.

Continuing the thrusts, I engraved it into her.

“I, too… ah, nn… I’m the same.”

Even as she gasps, she desperately weaves words.

“I want all of you, Boyan… I don’t want anything else, just me and Boyan.”

Her legs, floating in the air, sandwich my waist.

I feel Aya’s heart thawing.

“So, only me… just about me—”

I can’t let her say those words first.

“Aya, keep looking at only me.”

The legs clinging to my waist tightly coil around. The inner walls of her vagina cling to my manhood, the pressure intensifying. I feel Aya’s desire for me with her entire body.

“Boyan, too… just look at me.”

Tears well up in her eyes and fall.

“Yeah, I’ll only look at Aya forever.”

“Me too, only Boyan… forever.”

Maybe words aren’t needed anymore.

I untied the tie that bound Aya’s wrists.

Her slender arms reach out as if craving, wrapping around my neck.

We cling to each other, our bodies pressing together without any gap.

“With Boyan like this… nn, it feels good… don’t let go anymore.”

“I’ll never let go.”

I wiggle my hips and thrust deep into her.

“Aah, nn… Boyan’s depths…”

Wriggling my hips again, I push my manhood even deeper into the perfect depths. I thrust rhythmically, pressing the glans against the depths, hitting the cervix.

“Ah, no… ah, it’s amazing, I’m… it’s amazing, I’m going to… aah…”

“I’m going to climax too.”

“Aah, I’m climaxing… ah, ah, ah, ah, I’m climaxing, Boyan!”

“It’s okay, Aya… let’s climax together.”

“No, don’t… I’m climaxing… ah, aah, ah, ah, ah…”

“Aya, I’m releasing! Guh, ahh—”

“Aah… aaahhhhh…”

Semen spills out in a torrent.

Unable to vocalize due to the intense climax, in my mind, I continue to produce moans. The sensation of pouring seed into her womb is irresistible.

Holding each other tightly, I continue to ejaculate deep into Aya’s depths.

I don’t know how much time has passed – it’s become unclear.

It’s always like this. When I hold Aya, the sense of time disappears.

Suddenly, looking towards the curtain, it was already pitch dark outside.

Due to starting sex without turning on the lights, the room is pitch dark. Yet, in my arms, there’s a definite warmth.

Softly, a gentle palm is placed on my cheek.

She must be regaining consciousness as well.

“Boyan.”

With the sweet and cute voice whispering right next to me, my heart is filled.

Even though I can’t see, I can tell she’s smiling now.

“What is it, Aya?”

“I love you…”

“I love you too, Aya… I love you.”

Our lips naturally meet.

Connected as we are, we entwined our tongues until satisfied.