Hey, Best Friend. How About A Kiss Today Too? - Chapter 10: "Y-you saw...?"

“Y-you saw…?”

We are embracing on the same bed, perhaps it may only look like that when you cut out just the words.

“…Mm~.”

But maybe that’s the reality.

To avoid showing an embarrassed face, Sagiri tightly closes her eyes and kisses. Soft lips. Right now, they were softer than any other part of her touching me.

“…Best friend.”

After a short kiss, Sagiri releases her lips and looks at me. Her voice is warm, and her eyes are moist. Everything about her is driving my thoughts crazy.

“…A-are you warm already?”

My best friend is too cute. However, the words that came out of her mouth were not clever words; it was the escape created by the last vestiges of shyness.

“…It might still be cold.”

Sagiri says that while averting her gaze, and the strength of the hand wrapped around my back increases.

The beautiful face comes close again.

“M~~mmm.”

Then, she kisses me for the second time. It’s not a beautiful kiss like in a movie or drama scene. I open my eyes slightly and unintentionally gaze at her beauty. Well-defined eyebrows, long eyelashes, closed eyes. The charm I didn’t notice because it was too close, I finally realized at this zero distance.

“…Ahh~~~.”

The kiss ends longer than before, and Sagiri lets out a small sigh. Just touching lips was enough to tire her out to the point of using her shoulders to breathe.

Fair skin. The clearly visible blush, dyeing even the tips of her ears red. It was very seductive and enchanting.

“…It’s cold, isn’t it?”

Immediately, the third time.

No time to catch my breath and regulate my disturbed breathing.

“…Best friend.”

Fourth time.

With exhaled breath touching lips.

“…Best friend.”

Fifth time.

With a hand around my neck.

“…Best friend.”

Sixth time.

Gradually pressing our bodies together.

“…Best friend.”

Seventh time.

Pushed down onto the bed.

“…Best friend!”

Eighth time.

Frantically.

“…Best friend!”

Ninth time.

Almost like a demand.

“…Best friend!”

Tenth time.

The overly sweet kiss with my best friend comes to an end.

“…Haa… Fua…”

“…Haa… Haa…”

Like a small bird seeking food, my lips were nibbled on. Each time felt like a powerful medicine, gradually invading and affecting my brain.

With each kiss, I felt fulfilled. Yet, in this moment when there was no kiss, it felt cold.

Perhaps it was due to the heat from Sagiri.

“Ah, it’s hot, isn’t it?”

“…Huh?”

“…Ah.”

Not only did I widen my eyes at those words, but so did Sagiri.

Silence enveloped us as we were forcibly brought back to reality. I could feel my thoughts reluctantly catching up. Surging within me were the storm of kisses similar to the one just a moment ago, the embarrassment of recognizing it, and the confusion towards myself for thinking it would end.

What expression am I wearing right now?

The moment that thought crossed my mind, I couldn’t bear to look at Sagiri’s face, so I averted my gaze.

“S-sa, Sagiri!?”

Immediately, I diverted my gaze.

“..B-breasts!?”

I am now being pushed down by Sagiri.

“Wha, chest…?”

Sagiri was wearing an oversized, worn-out outfit with a loose neckline.

Staring at each other with our bodies pressed together, I had to slightly raise my upper body.

“Hi—”

And my line of sight landed precisely on her chest.

“Hiyaaaaaa!”

In other words, I saw it. Her chest, which was not hidden inside the clothes… large, beautiful.

“B-b-breasts!”

Jumping back to create distance, Sagiri sat down on the bed and hugged her body in front of her chest.

“Y-you saw…?”

With a face so red it seemed about to explode and teary eyes, she stared at me.

I could only nod in silence.

“…P-please… forget about it…”

“…Y-yes.”

For some reason, we both started using polite language.

After that, Sagiri remained quiet and conspicuously distanced herself from me. As an apology, I made yakisoba and curry with only meat, but there was hardly any conversation during the meal. However, not only did Sagiri eat everything neatly, but she even asked for seconds.

If I could have casually said, “You eat well, you must have grown up nicely,” as usual, how much easier would it have been?

And, of course, the prominence of the bulge visible in her clothes and the greatness of gravity. I would never forget that for the rest of my life.