My Childhood Friend Is Dangerously Sexy and Cute - 3

Chapter 3: Being Kissed Feels Good

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“Ah, Hiro-san, Hiro-san! We’re in the same class. We did it!”

Looking at the posted class assignments, Yuki hopped up and down with more excitement than usual. This bouncing behavior was a signal for Yuki whenever something happy happened. It was a bit childish, which made it cute in its own way. Her breasts were swaying too, which was magnificent. However, thinking that she was that happy to be in the same class as me made me feel a little embarrassed.

“I’ll be in your care again for another year, Hiro-san.”

Then, Yuki straightened her posture and gave a polite little bow. She had her issues with the things she said and did, but my childhood friend could be surprisingly dutiful. I followed her lead and gave a straightforward reply.

“Likewise, Yuki.”

“Hehe. It makes all that time I spent having my body toyed with worth it.”

“I told you to stop with that joke already!?”

“It might continue until I’m liberated from the shackles known as school.”

“This is rough…”

Just when I thought she might have reflected a little during the commute, she went right back to this. Yuki had a cheerful, beaming smile on her face.

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“Now then, everyone should take pride in being a student of this school… and since such-and-such is bumping and grinding—”

The start of a new semester meant the opening ceremony. Thus, having finished homeroom, I was currently listening to the principal’s long-winded speech. I was letting it go in one ear and out the other so much that I felt like the principal’s words were starting to undergo semantic satiation halfway through, but I decided not to worry about it.

Seriously, why are the principal’s speeches always so long? It isn’t like anyone is actually listening seriously. Look, even the young teacher standing in the corner is nodding off. It’s truly pointless.

And above all, my butt ached. Our high school was at least decent enough not to make us listen while standing up, but being forced to sit on the hard gym floor for a long time was painful in its own way. I was at the very back of the line of students, stifling a yawn while waiting impatiently for this world-class waste of time to end.

“Yawn…”

“Hiro-san, are you sleepy?”

“Well, yeah…”

Yuki, who was sitting next to me, spoke in a low voice. It seemed Yuki was also struggling with boredom.

“Shall I tell you a story that will blow your sleepiness away?”

“I have a bad feeling about this, so no thanks.”

She’s definitely going to say something lewd again anyway.

“Please don’t be so guarded. It’s not a story about how my crotch is currently a massive flood because I’ve been fantasizing too much about having sex with Hiro-san or anything like that.”

“Pfft!?”

See! See, I told you! 

I snorted loudly, but it seemed the teachers nearby didn’t hear me. Safe!

“What’s the matter? That wasn’t even the main topic yet, you know?”

“I’m plenty awake now!”

“You there, be a little quiet.”

I had accidentally spoken too loudly, and this time I actually got cautioned by a nearby teacher. I bowed my head repeatedly, saying, “Sorry!” One out.

“Hiro-san, Hiro-san, I’ve noticed something.”

However, Yuki continued talking regardless. Apparently, there was a realization she wanted to share no matter what. I started to get a little curious.

“…What is it?”

“I’ve been staring at and observing the principal for a while now. And then, surprisingly—”

“Surprisingly?”

“—There’s a hickey on the principal’s neck…!”

“Wha-!?”

“You there, that’s enough.”

I got scolded yet again. 

Two outs. I don’t want to be marked as a troublemaker right from the start of the new semester!? But… a hickey!? That principal? He’s quite an old man, you know!?

Waiting for the teacher to look away from us, we continued our conversation.

“It must be that ‘sugar dating’ that’s been popular lately. This is a scoop.”

“No, no, no. Wait, is there really a hickey?”

I looked closely, but perhaps because of the distance, I couldn’t see it.

“It’s there. Look closely.”

“Hmm, I still can’t see it.”

“Maybe it’s hard to see from there.”

“You think so?”

“Bring your face a little closer to me.”

I did as I was told, leaning my body and stretching my neck toward Yuki on my right.

“Hmm… as I thought, I can’t see it. You have good eyesight, Yuki.”

I strained my eyes, but I still couldn’t see it. Was my vision starting to get worse?

“Hey, Yuki—”

“Mm… chu… slurp…”

“—Hyah!?”

Just as I was about to ask Yuki again, something slimy sucked onto my neck. What!? I just let out a really weird voice!? Fortunately, the teacher didn’t see. But what was this… it felt… a little… good…?

“Chu… kiss… lick lick… chu.”

While my body stiffened, I moved my gaze diagonally downward. There was my childhood friend’s head, adorned in its familiar silver. When I took a deep breath, I noticed a sweet scent. We were close. In other words, that meant….

Apparently, Yuki was kissing my neck.

“H-Hey, Yuki… stop…”

“Slurp… do you… hate this kind of thing…? …mmugh.”

“No, it’s not that I hate it or anything…”

There was no telling what would happen if a teacher saw us in a place like this.

“Hehe… Hiro-san’s neck… is a little salty… and delicious… lick…”

“Wait, so… stop…!”

Shudder. 

Every time I was licked and sucked, pleasure dominated my entire body. 

This is bad… It feels good…

“Mgh… lick… chuuuuuu… pwaah… haah… haah… How was it? Did it… feel good?”

“A-Ah… yeah… that was, something else…”

Perhaps because I was in a light daze, I answered honestly.

“Hehe. I made sure to leave a hickey too. Now everyone will know right away that Hiro-san belongs to me.”

Yuki, wearing a charming smile, affectionately stroked my neck where the hickey was.

“In the end, you just wanted to do this, didn’t you…”

“That’s not true. The principal’s hickey is real.”

“Seriously…?”

“But since Hiro-san said he couldn’t see it, I just thought I’d give Hiro-san a hickey instead.”

“No, no. I can’t see the correlation between that and this at all.”

“Since we’re at it, shall we have our first kiss here too? I’m welcome to it anytime, you know?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

I gave Yuki a light flick on the forehead. There was no way I was going to have my first kiss in a place where the whole student body was present.

“Ouch… that hurts…”

“That’s punishment for taking the joke too far.”

“Geez… even though it felt good…”

Yuki puffed out her cheeks as if sulking. It was unfair how cute she looked even with a grumpy expression like that.

“Ah, but with a hickey, you’ll become popular in class from now on.”

Yuki said, as if picking up her spirits. It seemed her mood had returned in an instant.

“That’s definitely not what being popular means.”

No, seriously, what am I going to do? About this hickey. I call it that, but I can’t see it myself. Wouldn’t it be bad if the teachers, let alone my classmates, found it?

“Well, well, isn’t it fine? It’s like a proof of ownership for Yuki Fujisaki.”

“What even is that?”

“It means that Yuki belongs to Hiro-kun forever and ever, always.”

“Didn’t you just say I belonged to you a moment ago?”

“It means we belong to each other.”

It was a secret that the words Yuki spoke moved my heart just a little—really, just a tiny bit.

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Afterward. Even though the long-winded speech was wrapped up like a strangely nice story thanks to Yuki’s words, I was later caught by a teacher and confined in the student guidance office. And just me, at that. Why, though?

Furthermore, I became recognized in class as the crazy guy who showed up with a hickey on the first day of the new semester, and in the short interval between homeroom and the opening ceremony at that. I felt like this wouldn’t end at just three outs.

Is my school life going to be okay? Is it already game over for me?

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