My Japanese Childhood Friend Is Too Flirty - Chapter 127



126. Aki and a Healing Time…! (2)

I’d wager it was precisely three months ago that I thought: *I’d die happy just to see Aki in nothing but an apron.*

Because, no matter how subtly, or not so subtly, I asked, Aki refused to ever don the birthday suit apron.

I thought she was just being coy, so I coaxed and pleaded, but she was firm; anything but *that*. For two whole weeks, she held her ground.

So, I’d given up for a while. The only reason I’d ever seen it was thanks to that wish I won during that after-party incident. That alone speaks volumes about the difficulty of seeing Aki in just an apron.

…Anyway, I’m digressing. The crux of the matter is that Aki felt an awful lot of bashfulness about the act of wearing just an apron.

Even when gifted with an opportunity, she was too embarrassed to even react properly. That’s Aki for you.

Yes. *That’s* Aki, but…

This time, the circumstances are different.

The apron-clad sight she’ll be gracing me with this morning is, without a doubt, born of Aki’s own volition.

There’ll be no shying away, no claiming to be too embarrassed like before, no possibility of the moment fizzling out without even a touch. I’ll probably get to spend the entire day thoroughly enjoying Aki’s birthday suit apron attire.

“……!”

*Flash.*

My eyes snapped open.

I’d built up so much anticipation for Aki’s barely-there attire that I’d jolted awake the moment morning arrived, sharp as a blade.

I roused myself slowly, checking the time. 8:32 AM. Roughly when I usually get up.

But, unlike usual, Aki wasn’t in bed next to me. She wouldn’t be outside at this hour, so she must be somewhere in the apartment. Maybe she’s already getting that birthday suit apron ready, as she mentioned yesterday.

“Wow, who knew it’d be like this….”

My heart’s hammering away.

Unlike the usual sluggish start to my day, I was wide awake and took in my surroundings. Obviously, Aki wasn’t in the room.

That meant she was in the living room, or maybe the bathroom. Or perhaps even the dressing room…though none of that particularly matters.

I was about to head out to find Aki when I stopped dead.

I realized I wasn’t wearing a single thing.

“Right….”

Come to think of it, I slept in my birthday suit last night. The thought of waking up to Aki in her apron was enough to fuel some late-night shenanigans.

Even though we’ve seen every nook and cranny of each other’s bodies, going out completely bare is just plain impolite. I hurriedly got up and grabbed my fallen briefs.

And then, kneading the stiffness from my shoulders, I slipped from the bedroom. The door was ajar, allowing a soundless escape.

Then…

“…Eung, a little small, maybe.”

Aki’s figure was visible in the kitchen.

Thinking to prepare a handmade breakfast, she had spread ingredients aplenty around the sink, fidgeting with an apron.

“It won’t… bulge out sideways, will it…?”

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“…….”

What would bulge?

I hadn’t the faintest idea what she meant. Or, perhaps I did, but breath held, I awaited Aki’s next move.

“Uptcha….”

Shhh-.

Slowly, Aki peeled off her tank top and dolphin shorts.

Then, with arms twisted behind, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall gently before her, and slid a forefinger between the tautness of her waist and her panty line, drawing them downward in a single, smooth motion.

Thus completely bare, not a thread upon her, she reached for the apron beside the cutting board.

Slipping the neck strap lightly around her neck, she positioned the waist ties just above her hipbones, knotting them in a bow.

“Mm. There….”

I stared, captivated, at Aki’s back.

A pale and sleek nape.

Resilient spinal muscles.

The feminine curve of her hips.

A slender waist.

Cheeky, pliant buttocks that begged to be held…

“…….”

No matter where one looked, it was flawless.

A thought bloomed – *it’s good to be alive*… and before I knew it, an exclamation slipped past my lips.

“Wow…”

“…Eh?”

Aki spun around.

My gaze met hers in the air between us – me, standing in the living room in only my underwear, and Aki, in her nakedness, adorned by nothing but an apron.

“H-Husband…?!”

Aki’s face flushed a delicate crimson.

She seemed embarrassed that I’d been watching…Even that sight was endearing to me.

Like a bee drawn to nectar, I moved towards Aki as if bewitched.

“W-were you watching?”

“…No. I just came out.”

“Ah, really…?”

“Yeah. But…”

I stood directly in front of Aki and scanned her from head to toe.

Her bare back was a sight to behold, but her front view was no less charming, beautiful, and alluring.

Especially those large, firm br*easts that the apron couldn’t completely conceal.

It seemed Aki was right to worry; the apron was indeed too small, barely covering her chest just enough to be suggestive.

“Why are you so cute today…?”

I couldn’t just stand there; I embraced her impulsively.

“Ah…”

Aki flinched, startled.

I placed my arms around her lower back, pulling her close. Her lithe, soft body pressed against mine, separated only by the thin layer of the apron.

“You’re always cute, but you’re extra cute today…?”

“…Uht.”

“What’s for breakfast…?”

“Th-that… Sandw- sandwiches…”

“I don’t want sandwiches…”

“Ah… Then, is there anything you’d like to eat…?”

“I… want to eat you.”

I never imagined I’d utter such a cheesy line. But I couldn’t help it. Aki wearing nothing but an apron was just too cute to resist.

My honest desire was to scoop her up right then and there, and forget about breakfast, spending the entire night making love. But if I did that, the effort Aki had put into preparing it would be wasted, so I had to restrain myself.

“Don’t joke around…”

“I’m not joking. I really want to eat you…”

“Heuh, what are you saying…”

Aki giggled softly, thinking I was teasing.

Even her laughter was adorable, so I gently cupped her chin. And without another word, I k*ssed her lips.

Even if it’s still morning, a little lip service wouldn’t hurt, would it…

“Mmph…”

“……”

“Mmph, uh…”

“……”

“Uh, uh-uh…”

A deep k*ss. About fifteen seconds worth.

I wanted to go longer, but it’s morning after all, so this is it. I licked only her lips, not intertwining my tongue with hers, before slowly pulling my face away.

“Did you happen to put on lip balm?”

“No… why?”

“Your lips are sweet.”

“Hehehe. You’re teasing again…”

Aki lightly nudges my chest. It wasn’t a joke, though.

“I’ll make a sandwich quickly, so, will you shower first?”

“Can’t we shower together?”

“I’ll shower with you tonight… Shower alone for now. Okay?”

“Yeah, got it.”

At Aki’s words, which handled me as if used to, I nodded readily.

As expected, Aki knows me too well…

“Alright, let’s see. First, cut the bread…”

A furtive glance.

Before turning around, I stole a look at Aki’s back.

Her chest is so large and the apron is so small that her side b*ob is trying to escape through the gap.

Watching the soft, yielding br*easts assert themselves, a naughty desire roils within me.

‘Ah, I want to touch…’

I want to slip my palm between the apron and her br*east and knead them to my heart’s content. And slide my hand beneath, stroking and k*ssing her.

“……”

Should I do it, should I just do it…?

If I just did it for a moment and then quickly went to shower, I think she might forgive me.

I slowly reached out my hand. And my palm between Aki’s chest and the apron…

“If you don’t hurry up and wash, you won’t be allowed to touch me all day…?”

“……Yes.”

* * *

He washed every nook and cranny of his body with care.

Coming out to the living room, he dried his hair, then slipped into his usual shorts and t-shirt before heading to the kitchen. Just as Aki had promised, the sandwiches were already finished.

They were even cut into bite-sized pieces, beautifully plated on a dish.

“Wow, Aki could definitely do well opening a restaurant later…”

He said, sincerity coloring his words, as he sat down.

Aki sat across from him, a soft laugh escaping her lips as if he’d said something absurd.

“You’re laying on the compliments extra thick today…? Heh, is it really that good?”

“Yeah. It is. Really good.”

“Really? If I’d known you liked it this much, I would have made it for you sooner…”

Aki picked up a sandwich and held it out to him.

“My Lord, ah~”

“Ah….”

He eagerly took it.

It was the same feeding as always, but somehow it felt even sweeter today. Why was that? Perhaps it was because of Aki’s attire…….

“Wow…. It’s really delicious. Okay, Aki, ah~”

“Mm. Ah~”

Aki opened her mouth adorably. He slipped a piece of sandwich into Aki’s mouth.

Aki chewed it, like a little bird pecking at its feed, letting out a soft, ‘Mmm…!’ It seemed delicious even to her. Well, this sandwich was quite tasty.

“Just changing the bread made a huge difference…. My Lord, should we live here from now on?”

“Let’s. It’d be perfect to eat this when it’s a little awkward to make breakfast. ……Ah, but.”

“Hm?”

“Could you call me ‘My Lord’ just one more time?”

“Eh…. Why?”

“Because hearing you say ‘My Lord’ in that outfit… it just sounds so good.”

“Heh…. My Lord, you’re such a pervert.”

“Oh…. Just one more time.”

“Perverted My Lord, happy now…?”

“Oh my…”

Aki’s voice, so sweet and lilting, her coyness, the synergy of the clothes she was wearing – it was a dangerous combination.

Dangerous enough that, for a moment, a certain part of me responded quite enthusiastically to her calling me ‘Husband.’

The past me who wanted to be called by my name? Repent. From this day forward, Aki shall only address me as ‘Husband.’

“Hearing you call me ‘Husband’ while dressed like that… it really feels like we’re married.”

“What, are you… proposing to me right now?”

“Huh? No, no, not really. I’ll propose properly later, you know…”

Before I knew it, the words I’d been keeping inside tumbled out.

“Hmph… really?”

“Yeah, um… y-yeah. Really…”

Now that I’d said it, I couldn’t exactly take it back. I nodded decisively.

“What if I don’t accept?”

“Eh… you wouldn’t accept?”

“……Heh. Aish, jinjja!”

Aki intertwined her hands, forming a little stand, and rested her chin on top.

The pose that people often call a ‘flower support’… she stared intently at me in that very pose.

“Cuuute, Husband…”

“…….”

‘You’re cuter…’ wouldn’t be appropriate, would it?

Unsure how to respond, I picked up a sandwich and took a bite.

Aki watched me, as if finding me adorable, before straightening her posture.

“Husband, you remember you said we have some… ‘strength-requiring’ tasks to do today, right?”

“Strength-requiring tasks…?”

Could it be what I was thinking?

With a slightly racing heart, I looked at Aki. In response, she narrowed her eyes.

“No, not that…! I mean real strength-requiring stuff. We said we’d rearrange the furniture and clean the house today…!”

“……Ah.”

Right. That’s what we’d planned.

We did talk about today’s schedule last night, but to be honest, I was only half-listening thanks to the naked apron incident, so I didn’t quite remember.

“Husband, you don’t remember a single thing right now, do you…?”

“Umm. Sorry…”

It was true I’d been distracted by her naked apron. I offered a sincere apology.

Aki looked at me with eyes that seemed to say, ‘Oh, honestly…’ then chuckled softly.

“Today, I’m rearranging the furniture and cleaning the house. It’s been almost four months, so there’s quite a bit to do, and it’ll probably take a while…”

“Umm…”

“If you help really well, I’ll grant my darling husband one wish.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah, really. Anything.”

“……”

Anything.

In that outfit, she’ll do anything…?

I shot up from my seat.

“…Where should I start cleaning?”