Chapter 81: Embracing all of my crybaby childhood friend

Embracing all of my crybaby childhood friend

Inhale, exhale.

Her chest, snugly pressed against mine, rises and falls in perfect sync.

Our breaths intertwine, aligning flawlessly, creating the illusion of a single living entity.

Her warm body temperature circulates within me, returning to her through my skin and manhood. The sense of unity brings a happiness I’ve never experienced.

Gradually, our heartbeats calm.

“Aya, it’s fine to just sleep like this.”

I whisper to her nearby ear.

“Boyan… you’re sleepy, aren’t you?”

She sees through me immediately.

Cradling her warm body, drowsiness overtakes me. This pleasant softness is both good and bad.

“I thought Aya looked sleepy.”

“Nah… I’ll wake up. I want to take a shower and also… how about dinner? I’ll make it.”

“I’ll eat.”

I answer eagerly.

I get up slowly, pulling Aya up by her hand.

In the pitch-dark room, using wet wipes and regular tissues placed on the bedside, we wipe each other’s bodies. I put on my discarded underwear and pants.

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Holding hands, we leave the room, walking through the dimly lit corridor.

“Feels like the time when Boyan stayed overnight at my place before.”

Certainly, back in elementary school, I remember walking down this dark corridor to the bathroom at night when I stayed over at Aya’s house.

But back then…

“Isn’t this the first time we’re walking like this, holding hands? It’s more like when we explored the woods together in the old days.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

Holding her hand, enjoying the slightly amusing conversation, we descend the stairs.

Passing through the entrance, advancing through the dark corridor, we reach the washroom.

Tracing the wall, I flip the light switch and turn around.

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“What’s wrong?”

A surprised voice escapes Aya as I unintentionally groan. Perhaps she thought there was a ghost or something since she glanced behind. Honestly, even if there was a ghost, I probably wouldn’t have noticed. My gaze was so fixated on her seductive appearance.

Completely naked, wearing only a white blouse.

The chest area is unbuttoned up to the second button, revealing a sweaty neck and cleavage. The clinging blouse accentuates the contours of her body and the protrusions on the peaks of her two swells are visible through the blouse.

From the hem of the blouse, white thighs extend and the delicate area is tantalizingly visible yet not quite.

Even though I thoroughly enjoyed every inch of her nakedness just a while ago, this partially concealed figure is breath-takingly erotic, making it troublesome.

“…Sorry, I got lost in how cute Aya looks.”

“Huh… what’s that about?”

Taking the initiative, she tackles me, seemingly trying to cover the exposed parts by pressing her body against mine.

Uh-oh. Even though I’ve ejaculated twice in quick succession, it seems like I’m about to get erect again.

“…the shower, Aya, do you want to join?”

“Yeah… oh, no, can’t. I need to do the laundry, yours too.”

“Got it.”

“And… if we get in together, it feels like we won’t be able to get out.”

At that moment, a scene flashes in my mind of ravishing Aya from behind in the shower room. Certainly, if we enter together, it feels like I’d end up embracing her until morning.

“Alright, Boyan. I’ll wash it, so take off your uniform, shirt and all.”

Prompted by her, I undress, handing her my shirt, underwear, pants and trunks.

I became tempted to attack Aya, who shyly averts her gaze from my crotch, but I resist and step into the bathroom.

After quickly rinsing off the sweat with the shower, I emerge in about five minutes. Aya, wrapped in a bath towel, is there.

“Boyan, you’re quick. Here, take this towel.”

“Thanks.”

For some reason, I feel like she’s staring at my nakedness, making it oddly embarrassing.

“Pajamas are over there.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“I’ll quickly take a shower too. Wait in the living room.”

“Sure, I’ll turn on the heater.”

I watch Aya’s white figure as she discards the bath towel and enters the bathroom, then I pick up the provided pajamas.

It’s a green sweatshirt and sweatpants. I thought I would borrow pajamas from her dad or Hiroto-kun, but thinking about it, both of them wouldn’t have sizes that fit me. Therefore, Aya probably bought these for me.

I dry off, put on the sweatshirt and pants and head to the living room.

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In the living room, I gaze absentmindedly out the window from the sofa.

Through the gap in the curtains, I can see the snow falling to the ground. It seems that it started snowing silently.

In Aya’s quiet house, only the sound of the shower echoes from afar.

The green sweatshirt faintly smells of fabric softener. It’s the same scent as hers.

Relaxing in that soothing fragrance, the sound of the shower ceases.

After a while, I hear the sound of her walking toward me.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Boyan!”

“Uh…”

Aya, just out of the bath, pierces through my soul.

She wears a fluffy white hoodie and light blue jersey bottoms. Her short brown hair is tied in a half-up, revealing a white nape.

It’s a simple, casual outfit, but the flushed cheeks from the hot water, the lingering scent of shampoo and the slightly damp hair create an irresistibly charming atmosphere. My lower region seems to be getting erect again.

“Boyan, you said ‘uh’ again.”

Even her gesture of pursing her lips is so cute that it’s captivating. Surely, due to being relaxed both physically and mentally, she unintentionally exudes allure.

“Ah, sorry, got lost in watching you again.”

“I also get lost in watching Boyan a lot, you know? A lot.”

Her tone is teasing, a retort to my confession. Though I spoke the truth, Aya doesn’t seem to take it seriously.

“I’m hungry, so shall we make something together? It’s snowing outside, making delivery difficult.”

“Eh, snow!? Oh no… you’re right.”

She rushes past, swiftly opening the curtains.

“With this amount, it looks like it might accumulate by tomorrow.”

“Oh, then let’s have a snowball fight!”

Aya turns around with a boyish face.

“Sure, I won’t lose.”

“I’m quite skilled too, you know? Don’t hold a grudge if you lose.”

After making a playful promise for tomorrow, my stomach growls loudly.

“Ah, sorry, sorry, you’re hungry, right? How about hamburgers?”

“Hamburgers, are you going to make them, Aya?”

“Yeah… I practiced. You mentioned once that you dreamed of me making them, right? It was a dream of us living together. So, I practiced. Eat up!”

“Of course, I’ll eat.”

“Hehe, that’s a good response.”

Saying that, Aya crosses in front of me again, heading happily to the kitchen.

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“… So, how is it? How does it taste?”

Aya, who sits next to me on the sofa, peeks in with a nervous expression.

“I think this might be the best hamburger I’ve ever eaten.”

“Oh, really! That’s great! When I first made Hiroto… my brother eat it, he complained a lot, saying ‘Sis, this tastes awful.’”

“This chocolate is also incredibly delicious.”

“Hehe… I put a lot of love into it.”

Savoring the hamburgers, I pick up one of the twenty or so chocolates on the plate.

I glance at the living room clock. It was about to change the date.

How many hours have we been indulging in our affair?

Looking at Aya, she seems satisfied, carrying a hamburger to her mouth. Her eyebrows slightly raise. This is the face she makes when she comes up with a small prank.

“Hey Boyan, how about having some beer?”

Her mischievous smile is adorable. Indeed, quite a cunning plan.

Well, she probably isn’t entirely serious.

“No, Aya, you’re not good with alcohol. Maybe just a sip of champagne…”

Oops. This was her from a memory in the future.

“Boyan, I’ve never actually had alcohol before…”

“It’s just a guess. I thought you’d probably turn red if you drank.”

“I don’t turn red.”

“How do you know?”

“I just don’t.”

Her pouting pink cheeks are cute.

As we chat about trivial things in the late hours and eat her homemade dishes, it really feels like we’re living together.

“Boyan?”

“Hm?”

“It feels like we’re living together, doesn’t it?”

“Probably, if we started living together, days like these would continue.”

Days where we can laugh about trivial things will keep going on. That’s why there’s nothing to fear.

“I see… I’m looking forward to it.”

She smiles softly. After the intense, honest exchange of desires earlier, it feels like she has become more open.

I place the hamburger plate on the table and turn to Aya.

“Aya, there’s something important I want to tell you.”

“Hm, what is it?”

Her nonchalant munching on the hamburger without any suspicion is endearing.

“I declined the exclusive offer.”

Gulp, she swallows what’s in her mouth.

“Huh, why…?”

I don’t want to make her anxious. I don’t want her to live with lingering jealousy. I don’t want to see her dependent on pleasure as a reaction to jealousy.

If I say such things, she’ll probably feel responsible. So, I deliver the prepared words.

“I thought if I relied on Chiharu-san, I wouldn’t become a man who can earn his own living. I wanted to find another, better job so that even without being exclusive, we could have a good life together.”

To avoid such busy days,

To spend as much time with Aya as possible,

To make her never feel lonely even a bit,

To be so close that she doesn’t feel any anxiety.

“So, I found a good place.”

“…Oh, what is it?”

Aya remained expressionless.

But her face gradually reddens. She bites her lower lip and tears start welling up in her eyes.

“Aya…?”

Thud, her head dives into my chest.

“Boyan… thank you.”

Aya mutters with a suppressed voice.

This is not good. I feel like she’s catching on to various things.

“What is it? It’s not something you need to thank me for.”

For now, I’ll try to play it cool.

“…Boyan, you idiot.”

She finally buries her face in my sweatshirt.

As I gently stroke her trembling head, Aya lifts her face slightly.

“I’m also… an idiot.”

“Is that so?”

She seems like she’s about to say something but stops. It looks like she’s struggling to voice her choked-up thoughts.

I wait quietly for Aya to speak.

“I… I was jealous of Chiharu-san.”

Those words seemed to have been holding back a flood. Like a dam breaking, she begins to talk.

“I know you would never do anything like that, Boyan. But I was so anxious… scared. Absolutely, I know you’re not like that. You’re always looking at me.”

Aya sniffs. Her voice, mixed with tears, is trembling.

“But still, every time you talked about Chiharu-san, I felt awful. I didn’t want you to go to work. I didn’t want you to go anywhere. I’m sorry. Even though I know I’m being unreasonable, I doubted you even a little. But still… my feelings overflowed and I couldn’t stop them.”

I gently wrap my arms around her shoulders that are starting to tremble. I convey that it’s okay to let it all out.

“I don’t want Boyan to know these feelings. I thought if you found out about these dirty emotions, you might get tired of me… I was scared, helpless. So, at least, I thought I would send you off with a smile, so you wouldn’t notice. I thought, ‘Let’s endure it’, I thought if I endured, surely, Boyan and I could be happy. But sorry, I’m a foolish girl… I also wanted Boyan to know these feelings. Just now, in the bath, I couldn’t help but think that.”

Her hand tightens on my sweatshirt, like a child afraid of being scolded.

“Please, Boyan, don’t dislike me… always, stay in love with me. I’m like this, but I’ll do my best… I want to be with you forever. Live together, get married, create a warm home… and even after going to heaven, be together…”

From there on, words were no longer necessary.

The overwhelming emotions and tears seemed unstoppable.

In any future, Aya had hidden her true feelings deep within.

To reveal such a filthy self required a certain determination.

Yet, she summoned the courage to convey her true feelings.

Truly, Aya is a bit foolish.

Incredibly cute and dear… a girl like her—

“I could never dislike you.”

Her shoulders quiver.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been watching only you, Aya?”

“S-sorry, I don’t know…”

Honestly. If I were to recount my unrequited love history, it would take days on end.

“I love everything about you, Aya. Every cute and foolish part. So, seeing this foolish side of you makes me genuinely happy.”

“Don’t call me foolish so much…”

Really, this girl.

Ah, I see.

This emotion is…

“I love you, Aya.”

“Eek!? …I, I love you too.”

Aya hastily lifts her face.

Her visage is a mess with tears and runny nose. Her expression is contorted, probably enough to repel anyone else.

Yet, I doubt there’s a cry more adorable than this.

“I love you too.”

Aya furrows her brows tightly. An extremely scrunched face.

This is her happiest expression.

“Me too.”

Emphasizing that, I pat her head. Finally, large teardrops spill from her eyes.

As always, Aya is a crybaby.

…

At that moment, it felt like the final piece clicked into place.

A sensation as if the uncertain future had settled in its rightful spot.

The visions became pitch-black, then another light began to shine.

It seems like Aya saved me once again.

Thanks to her overcoming fear and revealing her true feelings, a happy future for the two of us has opened up.

Intuition has started simulating a new future at breakneck speed.

“Aya, thank you.”

Outside, snow falls gently.

In the quiet house, I continue to embrace Aya, who’s sobbing uncontrollably.