My Childhood Friend Is Dangerously Sexy and Cute - 32

Chapter 32: Enjoying the Festival with My Childhood Friend

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“Hiro-san, Hiro-san.”

Standing before me, Yuki called out my name with an expectant look on her face. Today was the day of the summer festival we had been looking forward to. When I went to pick her up in the evening, Yuki greeted me dressed in a yukata.

It was a light blue yukata featuring a floral pattern. Her silver-white hair was swept up in an undo, adorned with a lovely hair ornament. The sight of her nape, which was usually hidden, felt strangely provocative. She looked so beautiful and adorable—yet sexy at the same time—that I found myself staring in spite of myself.

“I decided to get a new yukata. How do I look?”

Yuki pressed me for an answer, looking as though she couldn’t wait another second to hear it. I thought I knew the right words to say in a situation like this. Even so, the shyness got to me. I managed to squeeze out some words, though I was stammering a bit.

“Ah, um… it suits you.”

“Is that all?”

“Ugh… you’re cute.”

“One more time, with feeling.”

“…You’re the cutest in the world.”

“Fufu. Thank you very much.”

Yuki gave a satisfied laugh, hopping slightly in place. Since she already knew what I was thinking, I wished she wouldn’t ask. I wished she wouldn’t make me say it. It’s embarrassing!

After that, we began walking toward the festival grounds. Yuki was in such a good mood that I could sense it just by walking beside her. If she hadn’t been wearing a yukata, I felt like she might have started skipping.

“Hiro-san. You don’t wear underwear with a yukata. Did you know that?”

“No way, that’s a lie.”

“No, no. It’s the truth, you know? Want to see?”

“No, I am not looking!”

Despite saying that, my eyes kept drifting toward Yuki as she tried to emphasize her chest and rear. To be honest, it was impossible to tell whether she was wearing underwear or not through the yukata. But for some reason, I felt like the lines of her body were more distinct than usual. The fabric of the yukata was thin, too. I could see the shape of her bottom much more clearly than usual. It was a beautifully toned, shapely rear—to put it bluntly, it was incredibly erotic. I had always been a dedicated “boob guy,” but I might have just discovered the bewitching charm of the “butt.”

Wait, is she really wearing underwear…? Is it possible she’s actually not wearing any just to tease me…? No, surely that’s going too far…

Regardless, there was no doubt that my imagination was running wild either way. It was bad to keep thinking about this any further.

“…You were looking, weren’t you?”

Just as I was trying to shake off my thoughts that were about to turn pink, Yuki questioned me with a lingering stare. A smirk played across her lips. I hurriedly averted my eyes.

“…I wasn’t looking.”

“You were staring intently at my behind. I’m just glad to see you’ve become an adult who can appreciate the charm of a bottom, Hiro-san.”

“I told you, you’ve got it wrong.”

I still think breasts are number one. Though bottoms are wonderful too.

“Could you tell if I was wearing underwear or not?”

“…………”

“Hmm… Well then, I’ll give you the answer after we get home.”

I mean, what exactly did she intend to do after we got home? Is she planning to strip? I see… I’ll have to stop that with everything I’ve got. 

The time after the festival was looking gloomy.

“Ah, Hiro-san, Hiro-san. It’s Pyonkichi-san!”

Yuki pointed toward a cotton candy stall. There, bags decorated with illustrations of sentai heroes and currently popular anime were filled to the brim with cotton candy and hung up. Among them was a bag with Pyonkichi-san drawn on it.

“Ohh. People still know about Pyonkichi…?”

“What are you saying? Pyonkichi-san has recently started activities as a Vtuber, you know?”

“Huh? Seriously?”

“Seriously. He doesn’t do any hero activities and just spends all his time playing games, though.”

“That’s no good…”

If a hero doesn’t help people, isn’t he just a shut-in? Wait, is he earning money as a Vtuber…?

“Can I buy one, Hiro-san?”

“Sure. I might want to try eating some for a change.”

“Okay.”

Yuki trotted over to the stall with short, quick steps. She returned holding the cotton candy. Quickly taking the cotton candy out, Yuki looked happy as she stuffed her small mouth full of it.

“Mph~, it’s sweet.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Here, Hiro-san.”

Yuki held out a piece of the fluffy cotton candy to my mouth.

“Aum. …It’s sweet!”

I mean, there isn’t really anything else to say.

“But it’s delicious, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s good.”

The two of us became so absorbed in playing with the fluff that the cotton candy was gone in no time. I walked with Yuki through the shopping district, which had been turned into a pedestrian paradise. Stalls lined both sides, and it was quite crowded. I walked slightly ahead of Yuki to clear a path. I moved slowly, making sure not to forget to check on her.

“Hiro-san. What shall we do next?”

“Hmm, let’s get something more substantial to eat next…”

As we were talking, a familiar voice interrupted our conversation.

“Ah! Yuki-chan and Asama-kun!”

“Hmm? Is that Hoshino?”

The owner of the voice, Hoshino Kaho, came running toward us with a bouncy stride. However, she tripped midway and almost fell flat on her face.

“Whoa!? W-W-Whoops~”

Hoshino managed to regain her balance at the last second, but at the same time, the yakisoba she was holding flew through the air, heading straight for me. I narrowly managed to catch the yakisoba container.

“That was dangerous!?”

“Nice catch!”

“It wasn’t a nice catch!”

I handed the yakisoba back to Hoshino, who was bowing her head in apology. Looking at Hoshino again, I saw she wasn’t wearing a yukata like Yuki, but was in casual clothes. They were bright clothes that suited her. However, the most noteworthy thing was what she was holding.

Besides the yakisoba, Hoshino was clutching various other things in both hands. She even had a mask of some unknown character on her forehead. No wonder she tripped and sent a container of yakisoba flying… 

Is she a grade-schooler?

“You bought way too much…”

“Well~ there were just so many things I wanted to eat~”

Hoshino acted playfully. She was cute, but I wished she’d consider the person who almost got hit by flying yakisoba.

“Kaho-san. Good evening.”

“Ah, Yuki-chan, good evening~. Sorry for making a scene.”

“No, not at all. Watching a flustered Hiro-san was entertaining, so it’s not a problem.”

“Ahaha~ that’s our Yuki-chan!”

Well, it was about to become a very unfunny situation, though.

By the way, Hoshino and Yuki had started calling each other by their given names. Apparently, Hoshino, who won at the sports festival, had asked that of Yuki as her “request.” It seemed they had become closer than before through the competition at the festival.

“Actually, Yuki-chan.”

“Eh? Y-Yes. What is it?”

Hoshino leaned in close to Yuki as if this were the main topic.

“The yukata! That yukata is so cute! Wow! It really suits you!”

“D-Do you think so? Thank… you…”

“Yeah! It’s cute and pretty! You’re a beauty! Ah~ I should have worn one too~”

Frolicking like a child, Hoshino tried to look at Yuki from various angles. Yuki looked a bit flustered by the attention, but she smiled bashfully with her cheeks flushed. Wasn’t her reaction better than when I praised her? Maybe it was just my imagination. For a while after that, it became a viewing session for Yuki’s yukata, but the people who seemed to be Hoshino’s companions called out to her, sounding like they couldn’t wait any longer.

“Kaho~? We’re going on ahead~”

“Eh, wait up!? Sorry Yuki-chan, Asama-kun. They’re calling for me, so I’ve gotta go!”

Hoshino shouted back toward her friends in a hurry. Then, she left us with a “See you at school~.”

“She’s a restless one.”

“She is. But she’s a very fun person.”

“No doubt about it.”

“We managed to find a seat.”

“I’m glad there was an empty bench.”

After parting ways with Hoshino, Yuki and I visited several more stalls. Perhaps inspired by Hoshino, the two of us had bought a lot of food and were looking for a place to sit and eat.

“Hiro-san, what will you eat first?”

“The yakisoba, I think.”

“That feels like a festival staple.”

“Plus, Hoshino almost threw it at me earlier.”

Yuki handed me the container of yakisoba.

“Then for me… I’ll start with the frankfurter. I only bought one, so I’ll leave some for you, Hiro-san.”

“Sure.”

We began eating, munching away. Glancing at Yuki sitting next to me, I saw her biting into a large frankfurter. It seemed to be just barely the right size for her small mouth. It was cute how she was struggling a bit.

“What’s the matter? Hiro-san.”

“I just thought you looked like you were enjoying it.”

“A frankfurter is like a relative of D*ck-sama, after all. Oh, would it have been better for you if I ate it in an erotic way, Hiro-san?”

“No, please just eat it normally.”

“If it were a chocolate banana, I would have licked it bit by bit as if peeling it, but I thought it would be bad manners to lick a frankfurter like that.”

“No, it’s not okay with a chocolate banana either!? Also, forget about manners and fix the way you speak!”

“You’re exaggerating, Hiro-san. I’m just saying I’d lick it because it’s a bit too big to fit in my mouth. Any girl would be like that.”

“They definitely would not be…”

Hoshino would bite into it without a second thought. I was sure of it. After that, just as she said, Yuki left a portion of the frankfurter for me. Next, she started on the takoyaki.

“Hafu, hafu… yeah. Takoyaki eaten at a festival really is delicious.”

“I wonder why things like takoyaki and yakisoba taste so good here.”

“Would you like some takoyaki? Hiro-san.”

“I’ll have some.”

“Then, say ‘aah’.”

Yuki carefully blew on the takoyaki to cool it before holding it out to my mouth. I felt a little heart-throb from Yuki’s upward gaze, but I bit into the takoyaki.

“Hafu… it’s good!”

“I’m glad. Would you like more?”

“Yeah.”

“Then…”

Yuki fed me another takoyaki. Doing this made me feel like I was being tamed like a pet. Even so, I felt like I was accepting the “aah” quite naturally today. Was it because I wasn’t being forced into it like at the cafe? Since my hands were full with the yakisoba, it felt like a natural flow to be fed.

Besides, I think the fact that there were no prying eyes played a big part. Everyone at the festival was absorbed in their own friends, lovers, or family. No one was paying attention to strangers. And above all, it was likely because of the festival mood. It was because I was having so much fun right now.

“Phew~ we finished it all.”

“That was definitely too much. I’m full.”

“Shall we just wander past the stalls and head home then?”

“Let’s… wait. Hiro-san.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s raining.”

Immediately after Yuki said that, a raindrop hit my forehead as I looked up at the sky.

“Whoa, seriously.”

“What should we do? Should we head home before it starts pouring?”

“Let’s do that.”

We hurriedly stood up from the bench. A few minutes later, Yuki and I were taking shelter from the rain under the shadow of a nearby building. The rain had picked up faster than I expected. If I were alone, I would have just run home, but I didn’t want to make Yuki walk through the rain. Consequently, we ended up ducking into a place with a roof. Furthermore, there was one more reason I didn’t want Yuki to walk.

“Hmm, what should we do?”

It felt like a passing shower, but there was no guarantee it would stop soon. As I was tilting my head in thought, Yuki spoke up as if she had noticed something.

“Ah… Hiro-san. I brought an umbrella.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. I forgot my mother had me bring one.”

Yuki pulled a small folding umbrella from her bag.

“But it’s small, and it’ll be tough for two people to share one…”

Yuki hung her head, looking dejected. I smiled at her and crouched down in front of her.

“Here, get on.”

“Eh? But…”

“Just do it. Your feet are hurting, aren’t they?”

Hearing that, Yuki looked at me with a startled expression and then obediently leaned her weight against me. If they were hurting, she should have just said so sooner. Yuki had remained silent the whole time. Still, after the bridal carry, now it was a piggyback ride…

Even though Yuki was light, I could only pray that my lower back wouldn’t be destroyed.

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