My Sex Friend Is My Childhood Friend? - 13-14

Chapter 13: Tears on a Night Road

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After we parked the car at home, we went shopping together at the supermarket. We each held one handle of a single large shopping bag as we walked back. On the way home, Mahiru spoke up as we walked.

“Hey, I wonder how we look to other people?”

“Who knows. A married couple or just a couple. Since you call me ‘Onii-chan,’ maybe they think we’re siblings. I mean, two people walking and holding a bag together—it’d be weirder not to look like lovers.”

At that, Mahiru puffed out her cheeks and pouted.

“Dummy. Onii-chan, you idiot!!”

Seriously, what a foul-mouthed little slave.

“Oh, right. So, like, do university girls normally do sugar baby and stuff? You seem pretty used to sex… Are you doing that kind of thing too?”

I asked it out of a small flicker of distrust—but I regretted it immediately. Mahiru suddenly stopped walking. Her head dropped, her shoulders began to tremble, and then she clenched her hands into fists. Tears welled up and began falling silently.

I hadn’t thought she’d cry over something like that, and I honestly didn’t know what to do.

“Wait—sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I just asked something weird.”

“It’s fine. We did meet in a place like that, so I guess I can’t blame you for thinking that. But… just knowing that you thought of me that way—it makes me really sad…”

Who the hell was it? Who was the idiot talking about revenge? Seeing Mahiru’s tears made my chest ache like it was being crushed. My head filled with regret, and I felt like crying myself.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that…”

Mahiru raised her voice.

“Listen. You might not believe me, but before I met you, I’d only ever been with one person. Even now—I haven’t been with anyone else, and I don’t want to be. The reason I want you to come inside me so much is because it’s you. Being with you makes me happy and calm. Like I finally have a place where I belong.”

Her lips trembled slightly as she spoke. She paused for a breath, then lowered her tone.

“I only want to do it with Nagi-kun…”

Then suddenly, Mahiru covered her mouth and corrected herself.

“Ah! I mean, Unagi-kun. It’s your fault for using that weird nickname—now I messed up your name.”

Wait… Does she know? Does she know she’s my childhood friend? Is that why she’s being so kind to me? …No. That can’t be it. She’s the one who betrayed me, the one who crushed my heart back in middle school. There’s no way she’d want to have sex with someone as gross as I was. So it’s just not possible.

Mahiru nervously clasped her hands in front of her waist, fidgeted restlessly, and then looked up at me.

“Do you think I’m some dirty, promiscuous girl? Are you disgusted with me now?”

I exaggerated a raised eyebrow and tried to play it off lightheartedly.

“No, I believe you. I mean, you were wearing this colorful sports bra when we first met. You’ve only started wearing sexier underwear lately, right?”

Mahiru’s face instantly turned bright red.

Is she mad, or just embarrassed? I hope she can make it clear.

She puffed out her cheeks and started patting my shoulder like a cat with her little fists. Then she scolded me in a cute, pouty voice.

“Idiot!”

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Chapter 14: At One’s Home

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We went back to my place together. My home was a cheap apartment in the suburbs. The metallic clank of our footsteps echoed as Mahiru and I climbed the outdoor stairs. Those few seconds, which always felt lifeless before, seemed precious in that moment.

It’s strange when you think about it. I never would’ve dreamed that I’d be climbing these stairs with someone like her when I was looking for a sex friend on an app.

A cute and smart university student, my friends-with-benefits, followed behind me. Her future was surely bright and full of possibilities. Our paths probably only crossed for this fleeting moment. Someone like me, who gave up on university and tried to push that blame onto her small frame, didn’t deserve to stay with her forever.

Click~

I opened the thin veneer door. Inside, there was just a simple bed, a bookshelf, and a TV—nothing more.

Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve brought a girl to my place.

While I was lost in thought, Mahiru curiously looked around the room.

“Hey, it’s not big enough for you to explore like that.” 

I called out, but Mahiru replied cheerfully.

“A single guy’s apartment feels so fresh. It’s surprisingly tidy too.”

She sniffed the air, making little “sniff sniff” sounds.

What is she, a police dog?

Mahiru headed straight for the trash can and grinned.

“Onii-chan, you did it alone and threw it out here, didn’t you? I can tell. That smell… It’s comforting. Can I take one?”

“Hey! Stop it! No way that’s okay!”

Who let this lustful beast loose? I’m being seriously harassed right now.

When I chased after her, Mahiru, clutching a balled-up tissue, giggled like a kid and ran around.

Anyway, I just wanted her to cook like we planned… Mahiru raised her hand.

“Master, I want to take a shower.”

“Why do you need a shower to cook? What are you expecting, you pervert?”

“But…”

“Nope. Denied.”

Yes! I’ve secured a rare (raw) Mahiru.

As Mahiru started cooking, I handed her an apron. The rhythmic tap tap tap of the knife, the gentle simmer simmer of the pot, and the faint aroma of dashi filled the air. I lay back, watching her. 

The sight of a cute girl cooking for me from behind. This was, in a way, a quintessential male fantasy. I had planned to make her wear just the apron, but I got so caught up in watching her precious figure that I fell asleep.

“Hey, you.”

Huh?

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I saw an older, mature Maya Hatsuharu staring at me.

“What?”

I rubbed my eyes again, and it was Mahiru.

Oh, it was a dream.

“You fell asleep. Are you tired? Don’t push yourself, okay?”

A dream about Maya. What kind of dream did I have?

A delicious smell wafted over.The food was ready. My small tray, usually only used for cup noodles and drinks, was skillfully arranged with dishes by Mahiru. Tamagoyaki, nikujaga, salad, and miso soup.

We said “Itadakimasu” and ate together. It was genuinely delicious. When I thanked Mahiru, she said.

“It’s made with love.”

Is she the little devil type or something? Keep saying stuff like that and this old man might get the wrong idea.

After dinner, I took a shower. Well, she was still my sex friend. We had to do what we had to do. While showering, I realized something.

Crap, my middle school graduation plaque is still in the desk drawer. And, of all things, it’s got a photo with Maya… If she sees it, I’m screwed.

I rushed out of the bathroom, still naked. I flung open the changing room door with a bang, and there was Mahiru, sitting at my desk. She looked at me, startled.

Did she see the photo? I couldn’t tell.

“What’s wrong? Couldn’t hold back anymore?”

Mahiru knelt in front of me, looking up with teasing eyes. She gently patted my lower half affectionately.

“Naughty boy. I’ll clean this one up with my mouth.”

Things got heated, and before I knew it, morning was dawning on me. Mahiru must have fallen asleep too. I woke her up.

“Sorry, I meant to drive you back last night, but I passed out. Mahiru, is it okay that you stayed over?”

Mahiru rested her head on my left arm, pressed her left hand to her cheek, and smiled happily.

“It’s fine. After you fell asleep, I asked a university friend to cover for me. More than that, I was happy to see your sleeping face.”

I was genuinely embarrassed…

Is this some kind of shame play?

Mahiru rubbed her face against my bicep, sniffed around my armpit, then placed her left hand over mine and continued.

“I have a request. Next Saturday, can we go to ◯◯ Land together?”

◯◯ Land was a classic date spot and it was also the place I had promised to visit with Maya after middle school graduation—a place with emotional baggage.

Is it a coincidence?

“…Sure.”

I nodded to Mahiru and she threw her arms around me, not holding back. She looked genuinely thrilled. A pleasant scent came from her excited self, and as I brought my nose near her ear, I caught the sweet smell of her sweat. In a voice as sweet as that scent, Mahiru spoke to me.

“Hey, give me seconds. Love me lots…”

I got aroused and, despite it being before work, pinned Mahiru down.

I didn’t know if she had seen the photo or not, but something had changed. From that day on, when Mahiru wanted to get intimate with me, she started saying, “Love me.”

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