A Story About Seducing and Imp**gnating the Second Cutest Tomboyish Childhood Friend in the Class During a Two-night, Three-day School Trip - Childhood friend V6C3

Walking home from work with Boyan feels so comforting.

Even though I’m stepping left and right to avoid the remaining patches of snow, Boyan walks beside me with his relaxed stride.

I never thought we’d be walking home together like this again.

It makes me so happy and even though the night air should feel chilly, my hand, held in his, feels warm and my whole body feels cozy.

“Oh, and you know, the first couple at work today was a really big age gap and the bride’s father was in tears… Oh, by the way, even though the bride was older, he thanked her dad for letting him marry his daughter and he had this huge smile on his face, and all the relatives looked so happy, I almost cried too.”

“Yeah, being blessed by your family is such a happiness. I’m glad we got to see that.”

Boyan softly smiles and squeezes my hand tighter. Just that makes my heart beat faster and my body warmer.

“Yeah…”

It’s troubling.

We just saw each other at school a few hours ago, but I’m feeling this nervous? Probably because Boyan’s wearing a suit.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Boyan in a suit.”

“Oh, yeah, this is borrowed. My sister prepared it for me since today’s job is at a pretty fancy place.”

“Is that so… It looks… cool.”

The truth slipped out unintentionally.

“I’d be happiest to hear that from you, Aya.”

Ugh…

Boyan says such things so casually, it’s embarrassing.

――”Aya, I love you more than anyone in the world.”

Even though I was still half-asleep when he suddenly said that, I felt like I was blushing instantly.

Boyan’s always like that.

He always surprises me, making my heart busy all the time.

But when he’s beside me, I feel the most at ease.

“…Boyan’s a octopus.”

“Huh? What about Aya?”

“Not… hah…”

Boyan’s fingertips tickle my palm, making a weird noise escape from me. He lifts the corner of his mouth teasingly, looking into my eyes with concern.

What should I do?

My palm, being tickled, tingles. The numb sensation spreads, making my waist tremble.

I want… him to touch me more.

Like yesterday, like the day before, in my room… do that to me.

Kiss me a lot, do naughty things and even do naughty stuff… and then, wake up together in the morning.

“Aya, are you okay?”

“Huh, what?”

“Your face seems red.”

“Maybe it’s just your imagination? I’m not blushing.”

“Well, not as much as usual for Aya.”

“Yeah… what’s that supposed to mean?”

Even though he speaks teasingly, he looks at me with worried eyes, which is unfair.

Oh, he’s squeezing my hand tightly again.

When Boyan touched my cheek earlier when he came to pick me up, it felt like my hand was enveloped completely. It was big, warm and I wanted him to keep doing it forever.

I feel so lonely when he moves away.

That’s why I’m happy to be able to touch Boyan’s hand like this, even if it’s just for a little longer.

“Boyan.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for coming to pick me up.”

“No, I just wanted to see you.”

Uh…

I wish he’d stop saying things like that so casually while looking into the distance.

My heart, beating loudly, seems to transmit through our joined hands, which is embarrassing.

I can’t take my eyes off Boyan’s profile, his slightly dry lips, protruding Adam’s apple and his neck, tightly wrapped in a tie.

My whole body feels warm and fuzzy and I have an inexplicable urge to hold onto him tightly, deep in my belly.

Lost in such thoughts, before I knew it, we had already reached the bus stop.

The two of us sit on the bench, leaning against each other, waiting for the bus.

What’s wrong? Boyan has been silent since he arrived at the bus stop.

Come to think of it, he seemed to speak less than usual while we were walking down the hill. Like he was lost in thought.

“Are you close with that Shibasaki person?”

“Yeah… he’s just a good senpai.”

“I see.”

Huh.

What’s this feeling? It’s like he’s sulking a bit.

Could it be… jealousy?

If that’s the case, I’m happy.

I want to ask.

“Boyan, are you jealous?”

“Huh?”

Boyan’s expression darkens. This was a bad move.

“Oh, no… Just kidding.”

“I’m definitely jealous, you know?”

“Huh? Ah… really? Well… um, I’m glad.”

“Aya, it’s because you’re like that.”

“Huh?”

Suddenly, I’m pulled into a tight hug.

Wrapped in his thick arms, my body sinks into Boyan’s chest. His big palm strokes my back firmly.

“Mm…”

Air escapes from my constricted lungs.

When I look up, Boyan’s eyebrows are furrowed like he’s angry. His expression makes my body ache.

What should I do?

I’m starting to want Boyan again.

Just seeing him made my whole body melt. When Boyan holds me, my body tingles sweetly and I can’t move a finger.

I don’t know how long he’s been holding me. Boyan’s hand strokes my head, which feels hot and hazy. Every time he does, a sticky heat gathers between my legs.

I keep falling more and more in love with Boyan.

This isn’t enough… I can’t hold back anymore.

How did I manage to hold back until now?

My lips part on their own and heat escapes with my breath.

“Boyan… Ah…”

I unintentionally plead.

Boyan’s eyes narrow and his thumb brushes against my chin. It tingles as his warm thumb caresses my lips. My breath quivers and I feel like crying because I want him to hurry up.

As if he’s granting my wish, Boyan’s lips press against mine.

“Aah… Mm…”

Our melting lips feel so good and the back of my head feels warm and fuzzy. A pleasurable sensation flows from my back to my stomach.

“Ah, ahn…”

My sensitive neck twitches and the hot breath tickles my collarbone.

Before I knew it, Boyan was kissing me between my neck and shoulder. With each kiss, a red mark forms.

“Hah, ah… Mm…”

This time, it’s near my neck and shoulder. It’s a very ticklish spot.

Boyan is so unfair, always teasing me like this.

Me too.

“Boyan, can I… return the favor?”

Boyan, who had frozen for a moment, looks at me. His feverish gaze seems to say, “Sure.”

I reach for his blue tie as if chasing after his stretched-out back. I don’t know how to untie it, but I manage somehow. Unable to wait for it to fall naturally, I start unbuttoning his suit.

I’m captivated by his thick neck and sexy collarbone. Unable to resist, I’m drawn to his moving Adam’s apple and I press my lips to his partly opened shirt.

Kissing my favorite spots, I suck a little harder. Between his neck and shoulder, the same spot he kissed earlier. Feeling Boyan’s large body tremble with pleasure, I suck on the same spot again.

“Aya, that’s enough. Thank you.”

His Adam’s apple moves and his voice sounds urgent. His breath, lacking composure, tickles my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I find his cheeks, reddened by my kisses, endearing and lean in to kiss him again.

But Boyan tilts my chin upward with his finger and continues kissing me.

“Mm… Ah, Boyan… Mm, ah…”

Our tongues entwine as if savoring my open mouth. With each squelching sound, it feels like my body is melting.

“Ah… Mm…”

Boyan’s palm strokes my cheek, his fingertips tracing my ear. It all feels so good and I want more, so I move my tongue, wanting to convey my desire. Lost in the moment, I can’t breathe.

Boyan, sensing my discomfort, releases the intense kiss we shared.

No, I want more.

Don’t stop.

“Aah… Ahn… Eah…”

Even though our lips part, I extend my tongue, wanting more contact. As if pleading, I lick and Boyan’s tongue responds. Our tongues intertwine, exchanging wet kisses and our heavy breaths warm each other’s faces.

Finally, our tongues separate, leaving a thin thread of saliva. I reluctantly extend my tongue to lick it away and swallow.

“Aya, that’s risky.”

“Hmm…?”

Boyan mutters as if in a daze. I hear the words, but my head feels fuzzy and I can’t quite understand.

I want to feel even better with Boyan.

If only I could kiss him again…

“The bus is here.”

Boyan mutters again. His face, turned away from me, is illuminated by the bus’s lights.

“Yeah… the bus is here.”

Seeing Boyan’s worried expression, I smile quickly.

The bus stops in front of us in no time and the doors open.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand up from the bench, but I muster strength in my calves and stand. I pull Boyan’s hand and board the bus, surprised to find no passengers inside the dark interior.

What should I do? The heat doesn’t seem to subside at all.

We sit in the third seat from the back, away from the driver, where we’re less visible.