The Story of Waking up With My Beautiful Childhood Friend and Realizing We Had Spent the Night Together - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Goddess

When he turned around, she was there—a cute girl with brown hair.

Though she looked younger with her childlike face, she possessed an alarming weapon: her breasts.

“…Miss Kashiwagi?”

Kashiwagi Koto. A girl from my class.

A close friend from the library committee, and…

“Uh, yeah… sorry? For suddenly talking to you…”

“No, it’s fine…”

As she averted her gaze, memories from three days ago surfaced.

“Oh, Amano-kun… I like you! Please go out with me!!”

That confession was truly a bolt from the blue.

Though not as popular as Mizuki, she was still well-liked at school.

Though we talked regularly, she was someone I could never date.

I never even suspected she had romantic feelings for me.

“So, um…?”

“Ah, yeah… see? I confessed to Amano-kun the other day, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“And you rejected me… I was so sad, thought about it a lot. And then…”

“…”

“I just can’t give up. I want to talk with Amano-kun in the library again, eat together again.”

Kashiwagi spoke with a trembling voice, tears in her eyes.

Her appearance made his chest ache painfully.

…I don’t dislike her either.

In fact, her straightforward personality was something I liked.

She was cute, had a good figure, and a nice personality, so there was no reason not to date her.

(…If it weren’t for her, I would have gladly dated you…)

All this was my fault for twisting my first love.

Even if it miraculously worked out, what was I planning if it hadn’t?

“So, um… could we at least remain friends…?”

She looked up at him, scared.

His mouth was dry, and he couldn’t speak, though he knew what he should say.

—Being friends, that would be okay, right?

Such a thought crossed his mind.

He had no intention of cheating at all.

But she was a good friend who had always been close…

The thought of never speaking to her again was something he disliked too.

…Perhaps it was wrong to even consider that for a moment.

“―Miss Kashiwagi.”

A crisp, cold voice came from the side.

He turned around quickly to see an otherworldly beauty with an icy gaze.

“…Oh, Yukimura-san…?”

Kashiwagi turned to Mizuki, her face startled.

Mizuki, with a cold expression, said:

“The teacher is calling. It’s time to gather.”

“Ah… uh, yeah. I’ll go right away. Um, Amano-kun… let’s talk again, okay?”

“Ah, yeah…”

He nodded without thinking.

As he watched Kashiwagi run off:

“…When we get home, we need to talk.”

“…Yes.”

…Why do beautiful women look so scary when they’re angry?

He thought this as he slumped his shoulders.

“―Hey, you were late. Where were you?”

“Well… just for a bit.”

When he returned to the gym, Renji came out of the court.

He waved him off casually and turned his gaze to where the girls were.

“…”

“…”

His eyes met Kashiwagi’s, and she quickly looked away.

(…It can’t be helped…)

With Mizuki around, he had no choice but to keep his distance from Kashiwagi.

Losing one of his few female friends hurt more than he expected.

He sighed without thinking, and Mizuki watched him from the corner of her eye.

…She was so scary that he decided not to look at her.

“…”

“…”

—And then school ended, and when he got home:

“Um, Mizuki-san?”

“…”

As soon as he got home, he was led to her room and pushed down onto the bed.

Looking down from above, her big, beautiful eyes.

Her long, black hair tickled his cheeks.

“…I heard about Miss Kashiwagi.”

“…!”

“You thought it might be okay to be friends?”

Her voice was colder than usual.

Her expression was blank, her eyes devoid of warmth.

—She’s really angry. He understood that.

“That’s…”

“If it were the other way around, how would you feel?”

“Eh…?”

“If I became friends with a guy who confessed to me, would that be okay?”

“…”

He imagined it.

Countless guys confessing to her. She kept her distance from all of them.

But what if she stopped that?

What if she started spending time with them, under the guise of friendship…?

(…No. I couldn’t bear it.)

Just imagining it sent chills down his spine.

It was like his brain was burning with anxiety and disgust.

…So, this is how Mizuki felt.

“…I’m sorry… this is my fault.”

“…Mm.”

When he sincerely apologized, warmth returned to her eyes.

Then she collapsed onto him, hugging him tightly around the neck.

The soft sensation of her body, the sweet scent of a girl.

Feeling his brain melt, he also wrapped his arms around her back.

“…I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“Not at all.”

Mizuki sat up and kissed him softly.

A light kiss, conveying both a desire for reconciliation and affection.

Even though they had only been dating for a few days, they had already done this countless times.

When they were at home, it felt like they were always doing it.

It felt good no matter how many times they did it, and it made them happy.

As they continued to kiss, they felt their heat rise.

“…Open your mouth.”

“Mm…”

At her command, he opened his mouth slightly.

Her tongue entered, sweetly licking the inside of his mouth.

“…Mm… Swallow it.”

“…!”

He swallowed the saliva she poured into his mouth.

Since they started having sex, Mizuki had developed a liking for making him drink or drink from her.

Apparently, it made her feel like they were truly one. It was just like Mizuki, with her heavy love and strong possessiveness.

“…Today, I’ll do you.”

“…Okay.”

Mizuki removed her clothes and took off her bra.

Her well-shaped breasts bounced, and he couldn’t help but grab them.

“Ah! Hey.”

“Sorry, it was an impulse.”

“It’s fine. …Want to touch them more?”

“Yeah…”

As he kneaded them, it calmed his mind.

Mizuki, with an older sister-like expression, smiled resignedly, granting him forgiveness.

After enjoying the feel of her breasts and buttocks for a while, Mizuki’s breath began to mix with sweetness.

“…Iori…”

“…Mm, got it.”

He caught her as she fell forward, and once again, they joined their bodies that day.

“…Iori…? Did you fall asleep?”

“Mm…”

—And after the act.

Nestled in Mizuki’s embrace, he was dozing off when her voice brought him back to consciousness.

“No… I’m awake.”

“Liar. You were asleep a bit.”

“Then you shouldn’t have woken me up…”

“Sorry.”

Mizuki chuckled, and with each laugh, her breasts where his face was buried trembled, feeling good.

He couldn’t help but burrow deeper, taking a big breath.

Her scent filled his lungs, satisfying his heart completely.

“Ah, stop it. That’s embarrassing…”

“…Just a little more.”

“Ugh…”

Even while complaining, she kindly stroked his head.

Without looking, he knew she was smiling.

“…Mizuki.”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry about Kashiwagi.”

“…”

At his words, Mizuki fell silent.

Her hand stopped stroking his head.

Feeling a bit scared, he looked up to see Mizuki looking down at him, pouting.

“…I told you I’m a heavy lover, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I guess I was more jealous than I thought.”

She started stroking his head again, slowly.

The comforting touch made him close his eyes.

“I don’t want Iori talking to other girls. I want you to always be with me, always looking only at me… I know it’s impossible, though.”

…How long had it been since she spoke with such a sad voice?

Her emotions were usually flat, so for them to show like this, it must have been significant.

“…I understand. If it bothers you, Mizuki, I’ll do my best to avoid it.”

“…Really?”

“Well, not talking at all would be impossible, but… you do the same, right?”

Yes. Mizuki always kept a certain distance from other boys.

She only spoke for basic class communications.

She wouldn’t respond unless absolutely necessary.

He thought it was because she wasn’t interested in boys, but…

(…Maybe it was for my sake.)

Now he understood. She was keeping her distance thoroughly to avoid any misunderstanding from him.

She was excessively loyal. He thought she didn’t need to go that far, but if that was her way of showing love, he wanted to respond in kind.

“Sorry… thank you.”

“Mm.”

“…In return, I’ll… work hard at night.”

“Eh?”

He couldn’t ask what she meant by that.

Or rather, he didn’t need to ask. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one acting like a monkey.

“…Is there something you want me to do?”

“…”

At his words, she thought for a moment.

“…I want to do it with the uniform still on.”

“…You pervert. But okay.”

It seemed she was fine with it.

Satisfied with the added excitement for tomorrow, he closed his eyes.