My Childhood Friend Is Dangerously Sexy and Cute - 7

Chapter 7: You’re a Total Masochist, Aren’t You?

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“…Heey. Heey, squish-squish. How’s that? Does it feel good? Hehe, it’s getting bigger, isn’t it?”

A crisp morning. As usual, in my half-asleep haze, I heard Yuki’s voice. But somehow, today felt different. A bit more stimulating… maybe even a little painful?

“Um, next… if you use your fingers like this to… ah, it’s getting a little wet. Could this be… precum?”

Ah, now it feels like… she’s working through my underwear…? Is this… supposed to feel good…? Wait, wait, wait. This isn’t the time to get lost in it. Don’t accept the situation!!

I forced my heavy eyelids open.

“…Hey. What are you doing?”

In my line of sight was Yuki, in her uniform. Her skirt revealed everything underneath—light blue! And there she was, standing between my legs… Stomping firmly…. While kicking my crotch with her feet.

“Good morning, Hiro-san.”

“Morning. And?”

“Shall we have breakfast?”

“Yuki-san? Wait a minute—”

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“Hiro-san, you’re a masochist, aren’t you?”

“Huh?”

With mixed feelings, I tried to focus on breakfast, but Yuki, sitting across from me, abruptly said that.

What kind of conversation is this for the morning?

By the way, the breakfast menu was… 

Never mind that. Don’t run away, me. It’s fine. I can still handle this. Don’t lose, me.

“I’ve always wondered if you are one. Seeing Hiro-san genuinely happy when I tease you, maybe you are one?”

“What expression are you even looking at?”

“And today, to prove it, I experimented by stepping on your dick. It really hurt my heart to do that, but it couldn’t be helped.”

“You were totally enjoying it, weren’t you?”

This childhood friend of mine is undeniably an S.

“As a result, stepping on it made it swell far more than usual. It’s clearly visible even through underwear. Hiro-san, I’m sorry to say, but you are a masochistic pervert who enjoys being stepped on.”

“N-No way…”

That can’t be true. No way, no way, impossible. Sure, maybe I’m more on the submissive side than the dominant, but that doesn’t make me a masochist. I’m just a completely normal guy. So normal, people say my lack of traits is a trait in itself.

“It felt good, didn’t it? Being stepped on. You always get excited when I tease you too.”

Hey. This childhood friend just said “tease” like it’s some kind of torment. That’s just… figurative, right? I’m not actually being tortured… right…?

“Don’t you have a rebuttal?”

“Of course I do!”

“What is it?”

“That… Well, first of all, I didn’t even realize I was being stepped on! So I wasn’t enjoying it!”

That was true. It did feel more intense than usual, but I never imagined she was stepping on me. So I was just enjoying her touching me… Which was still wrong in so many ways.

“I see. That’s good. If Hiro-san really were a masochistic pervert, even I would be shocked.”

“O-Okay… sure, sure.”

Which mouth said that? You looked way too happy. And wait, she accepted my excuse way too easily…It was scary how straightforward she was being.

“So then, to make it absolutely clear, let’s do another experiment.”

“Huh?”

What now?

“From now on, I, who have never used filthy words before, will do my best to verbally abuse you. If you feel no lust at all, then you win. And I will completely retract the title of ‘masochistic pervert.’”

“Fi-Fine by me.”

So that’s it! Damn it, I knew this was her actual objective all along! She really wants to verbally abuse me that badly! But I won’t give in. Besides, whether I feel lust or not isn’t something Yuki could truly measure. I just need to stay calm!

“Alright, here I go.”

Yuki cleared her throat. She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them, the sparkle in her crystal-clear eyes was gone. They were the eyes you give to trash or insects. And in a far colder voice than usual, she said to me.

“…Hiro-san, you’re really… disgusting.”

Wha-…

Zing.

Shiver.

My heart stirred uneasily.

“You always look at my chest. And each time you, your dick will get bigger. On top of that, you’re indecisive and spineless.”

Th-This… unexpectedly… my heart is screaming…

Ignoring my suffering, Yuki continued. Somehow, she seemed to be enjoying herself.

“Is shouting all you’re good for? What use is that? Hiro-san, you’re worse than insects. Stupid and uglier than pigs. Such a human naturally deserves to be stepped on, right? You were enjoying it earlier, weren’t you? The pain felt good, didn’t it? You wanted to be despised by a girl, didn’t you? You wanted to be teased, didn’t you? I’ll step on you again, so come here. Hurry up, come here—”

“W-Wait!”

What is it, Hiro-san?”

“St-Stop… please… seriously, stop…”

I clung to Yuki, nearly in tears. I hadn’t realized being verbally abused by her could hurt this much. That it could make me feel this sad. Thinking back, Yuki had never looked at me that darkly. She had never truly spoken badly about me. Ah… I never imagined verbal abuse could be this painful… But somehow, I felt like I might awaken to something new… 

No, that can’t happen!

“Hehe. I’m sorry, Hiro-san. I overdid it. I really didn’t mean any of that. Please don’t worry.”

“Yuki…”

“I’m always on your side, Hiro-san.”

She said that as she embraced me. The darkness from before was gone. She felt like a saint now.

“So don’t cry. Did you take it seriously? I would never say terrible things to you.”

Yuki gently patted my head. My heart felt light, warm. Could this be babymom energy? No, more like a carrot-and-stick? It felt very comforting.

“You’re so cute, Hiro-san.”

“…I’m not cute.”

“Better than being verbally abused, isn’t it?”

“That’s true, but…”

As a guy, I was still feeling complicated upon being praised as ‘cute’ by her. 

“And Hiro-san, let me tell you something good.”

“…Eh?”

Suddenly, Yuki’s saintly aura vanished. I had a bad feeling about this…

“Your thing has been getting bigger since earlier.”

“W-What!?”

Seriously!? Wait, she’s right?!

I looked down at myself in shock. Even through my pants, it was obvious.

“So, you really are a masochistic pervert, Hiro-san. Did being verbally abused feel good? Did you imagine being stepped on?”

Yuki smirked mischievously. The saint had now transformed into a little devil.

Hello, I’m Hiro Asama, 16. A masochistic pervert. Nice to meet you.

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