My Japanese Childhood Friend Is Too Flirty - Chapter 126



125. Healing Time with Aki…! (1)

It’s been a good five months since Aki and I started living together.

Around this time, the fantasies one usually has before starting something like this begin to shatter, and reality sets in, but…

Aki and I were childhood friends, so we knew each other’s personalities and lifestyles inside and out. Plus, I’d lived alone for several years, and Aki was naturally good at housework, so we rarely clashed. Instead of shattering, new fantasies were born.

Let me give you a specific example…

“……*Hiss*.”

*Flash.*

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open.

I blinked blankly, then belatedly realized that I had been dreaming, and the person in my dream had been Aki.

‘Wow, I really am….’

I really must love Aki a lot.

To awaken and find Aki right beside me, yet dream of her still… This has truly become a grave affliction. Terminal, even. Beyond the reach of any remedy.

“Ummm…”

Well, whatever the case, to be already awake felt a little… disappointing.

Because, truthfully, the dream had featured Aki wearing only an apron, subtly flaunting her figure while showering me with sweet endearments.

The Aki of reality, shy as she is, would never willingly parade around in nothing but an apron. So, in this life, there’s no chance I’d witness that spectacle. Which made this dream all the more precious, I suppose.

Perhaps… if I drift back to sleep, I could continue it? Dreams are said to be an expression of the subconscious. If they show you what you deeply desire, surely I could, with effort…

“……”

I quietly closed my eyes.

And pondered.

When might Aki once more grace me with the sight of herself adorned solely in an apron…?

A simple matter of using the wish coupon I’d once won, but my masculine pride chafed at the thought. I stubbornly waited for her to offer it freely, which now amounted to two months of deprivation. The stark truth: more than any cosplay imaginable, Aki in nothing but an apron was my burning desire.

Just one glimpse, two months prior, and its absence was now manifesting in symptoms akin to withdrawal…

‘Ah, should I just grit my teeth and ask…?’

Shame is fleeting, but happiness lasts for hours.

I considered the matter with grave seriousness, then slightly opened my eyes. And turned onto my side.

The perilous thought, that with but a single word I could behold Aki, slumbering sweetly beside me, in her apron-clad state, surged with such force…

“……”

Unbidden, my hand reached out.

My palm settled on the curve of Aki’s slender waist, slowly caressing the feminine contours.

Whenever I saw or touched her, it was as if she were not of this Korean earth. The line of her hips and waist truly possessed a quality few models could even approach…

“……Ah.”

Aki isn’t Korean, is she.

She speaks the language so flawlessly, I momentarily mistook her for a native. But recalling now, Aki was a foreigner, of mixed blood. She hadn’t even applied for citizenship, her nationality was Japanese.

I was mistaken, then. This thought drifted through me as I gently caressed Aki’s sleeping form. And drawing myself even closer, I embraced her tightly and closed my eyes.

Aki’s body pressed against my muscles.

Every time I hold her like this, I feel it: the softness emanating from her feminine curves is simply unfair. As a man, I can’t possibly resist this yielding, plump sensation, simply cannot…

“Sss…”

And on that note, I inhaled deeply of Aki’s scent.

A sweet, refreshing aroma, reminiscent of peaches, permeated my nostrils.

It might sound a bit perverted, but… just holding her and breathing in her scent sent some kind of signal through me.

That’s when it happened.

“…Uhhng.”

My actions, so full of selfish desire, must have roused her. Aki made a small, unintelligible sound, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyelashes were extraordinarily long, and as those closed lids slid open… Aki’s eyes, bluer than the sea, steadily gazed at me.

“You look handsome even today…?”

She then said, with a bewitching smile.

“……”

In that instant, my heart fluttered wildly.

If I ever suffer a heart attack, it will be entirely Aki’s fault.

Unable to contain the rising tide of my emotions, I leaned in towards Aki. Without a word, I pressed my lips to hers, conveying all my affection.

“Mm, smack…”

“……”

“Smack, smaack…”

“……”

“Sluurp… mm, mm… ♡”

Just k*ssing her filled me with such a profound sense of fullness.

If time could only stop right now.

The feeling of being alive, of happiness, the sensation of possessing the entire world… indescribable emotions welled up within me.

“Haa, mm….”

“…Huu.”

We finally broke apart after k*ssing for quite some time.

Aki’s lips, now glistening and damp, looked alluring.

“Are you awake?”

“Heuh… yeah. What time is it…?”

“It must be around 8 now… you can sleep more.”

“Haaam… really? Then should I sleep more…”

Aki snuggled deeper into my arms.

Like a kitten being affectionate, she rubbed her soft cheek against my chest, and then, seemingly having found a comfortable spot, wrapped her arms around my torso, pulling me close and letting out a deep sigh.

“I didn’t shower last night, so I might smell of sweat.”

“It’s alright. Your sweat, darling, it smells good….”

“……So you’re saying I *do* smell of sweat.”

“Mhm. We didn’t shower after doing it last night, so of course you do…? But it’s fine. It really smells nice, truly….”

“……”

It was something my brain couldn’t quite process.

Sweat just made me feel sticky, so why did Aki like the smell of mine?

It couldn’t just be something she said in the morning because she was too lazy to argue. She said it every time after we did something spicy, consistently telling me that my sweat smelled good.

Maybe, there was something in my sweat that I didn’t know about…?

I was seriously entertaining this suspicion when Aki, who had been quietly sniffing, nudged my waist.

“Say, darling. I have something I’m curious about. Darling.”

“Hm…. What is it?”

“That thing you sometimes do to me, darling. You know, when you pick me up and hold me, and then do it, like, from above? All ~ vigorously?”

“……Uh-huh. What about it?”

“What’s that called, like, in technical terms…?”

“……”

I clamped my mouth shut.

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect Aki to ask about the explicit terminology.

I was inwardly panicking, but I had to stay calm. I thought about it, still holding Aki in my arms.

Well, it’s not like I, a man, wouldn’t know those kinds of terms. No, I knew them quite specifically. I even knew what that position was called in Japanese.

But I wasn’t sure if I should actually tell her. Aki was the type of girl who was secretly very curious, and I had a feeling she’d secretly look it up.

“Darling, don’t you know either…?”

“Uhm. I’m not really sure….”

In the end, I chose avoidance.

I pretended not to know, even though I did, and slowly caressed Aki’s waist. Stroking along the curve of her lower back that sweetly indented into her waist and slightly popped out into her hip was surprisingly addicting.

“Ah, I see…. So, should I ask my friends…?”

“Well, you could try that…. But why ask that?”

“Hm? Oh, just because. I suddenly became curious. I was also wondering how others do it.”

“……”

I knew it. She definitely wanted to search it up online.

Her curiosity was too much sometimes…….

I held Aki close, wanting to keep her mind from wandering down unnecessary paths. Then, I brushed her bangs aside and pressed a k*ss to her forehead.

“Aki, you know, lately you’ve been asking some awfully… suggestive questions?”

“Watashi ga…?” (Me…?)

“You weren’t like this when you were younger, but now you just come right out with it. In high school, you even asked me how many centimeters mine was.”

Aki narrowed her eyes at me.

“And what about my Darling?”

“Huh? What did I do?”

“Darling wasn’t like this before either, but lately, you’ve been outright asking me for… indecent things. What was it you said? ‘Wouldn’t you give it to me?’ Oh, the paizu…”

“……Ahem.”

I pressed my index finger against Aki’s lips, silencing her.

After a moment, I removed my finger, and Aki licked her lips with her tongue, looking up at me coyly.

“Do as I say, not as I do, Darling.”

“…….”

I had no answer.

She wasn’t wrong. Avoiding her gaze, Aki laughed, as if it were all a game, and nestled into my arms.

“Darling, did you know tomorrow is Children’s Day?”

“Children’s Day? Is it already that time?”

“Un un. (Yeah, yeah) Today is May 4th.”

“Ah….”

Has time really flown by that quickly?

Come to think of it, it’s already been five months since Aki and I started living together, so it makes sense that Children’s Day is approaching. I slowly caressed the k*ss mark I had left on Aki’s neck the night before.

“So it is. Children’s Day is soon. But doesn’t that not really involve us? Neither of us are children anymore.”

“……Heeh. Is that so?”

Aki narrowed her eyes again.

“Why?”

“Aniyo, muuo… (No, wua….) I was going to give Darling a Children’s Day present. But since Darling says he isn’t a child anymore, I guess you don’t need it…?”

“…….”

What is this?

The way she drew out the end of her sentence felt ominous.

It seemed she had prepared something rather special…….

At that moment, Aki murmured softly, as if noticing my wavering.

“You know, like you mentioned before, the naked apron…”

“…”

“And the sailor uniform, and the lingerie… I was even going to do an Izuri for you.”

“…”

“But you’re not a child anymore, so you can’t have it. No choice, I guess. Just forget about it…”

“…Aki.”

I stared straight at Aki.

“I am a child.”

“Heh… really?”

“Yeah, really. I’m a child.”

“Then, say ‘Nuna~’.”

“…You want me to call you ‘Nuna’?”

“Yep. I just wanted to hear you call me ‘Nuna’ once.”

We’re the same age, is she being serious?

I looked at her doubtfully, but Aki just told me with her eyes. *’If you don’t say “Nuna~”, I’m really going to forget about it.’*

And so.

“Nuna…”

I had no choice but to say it.

“Too quiet. Again!”

“Nu, Nuna…”

“Still too quiet. Again…!”

“…Nuna!”

“Heheh… Good boy. You did well…”

“…”

I will repay this humiliation.

I will, no matter what…

“Tomorrow morning, you can’t wake up before *atashi*. Got it, Husband?”

“…Why?”

“Didn’t you say? That your wish was to be woken up by someone wearing only an apron. I’ll grant it to you. Heh…”

“……”

Scratch that last bit.

My girlfriend really is the best…!