10 years had passed since I started playing the game of sekkusu with my childhood friend. - Chapter 6: Haruhime-chan fan club

Chapter 6: Haruhime-chan fan club

Haruhime is cute.

It would be better to say that as some kind of talent to be that cute without any flashy make-up. I have seen plenty of boys confessing their feeling just to be crushed later on by her.

“But still, to be childhood friends with that ‘Hime’ is a great perk for you, isn’t it. I wonder just how much virtue you have acquired in your previous life for it to fructify like this.”

Fukuo looked at me enviously.

“I am simply jealous.”

“It just so happens that we live close to each other.”

“Even I wanted to have a beautiful girl like her as a childhood friend.”

He is persistent.

“You’re definitely talking about your Eroge knowledge right now, aren’t you?

“Do you both still have sleepovers?”

“Obviously we don’t. I stopped having sleepovers when I reached elementary school after all.”

“Gi-gi-gi-gi”

Fukuo grinds his teeth. He glared at me with the a face of a orge.

“Why do you look so frustrated?”

“I wanted to see the Loli version of Hime as well.”

“… Haah. You, in near future you will definitely be caught.”

I sighed and glanced at Haruhime.

Haruhime, who was seated by the window away from me, was happily chatting with the girl in the seat in front of me.

(Come to think of it, we haven’t talked at all at school.)

Although we are in the same class, we don’t talk much in school. Maybe that is why only few knew that I and Haruhime were childhood friends. Maybe even, only Fukuo at that.

Moreover, if those people knew that I and Haruhime played the game of sekkusu with each other every Wednesday, I might be killed by her fan club or similar.

“I want you to bring me a picture of Loli version of Hime next time.”

“I don’t want to.”

I replied with a dry laugh.

As the class was about to begin, Haruhime quickly moved herself to her own seat. It was as if she was a long-distance runner, with slender and well-trained legs moving comfortably.

I’ve touched that body for so long I can remember, that I can tell exactly how Haruhime had grown and developed over the years like she grew and developed over my palms. To the extent that even her smell, or even the reactions she makes when she is touched. I know it all.

But, about what Haruhime was really thinking, even right now, in truth, I don’t really know and understand much about it.