My Japanese Childhood Friend Is Too Flirty - Chapter 130



129. Healing Time with Aki…♡ (1)

Dinner finished. Cleanup finished.

The long-awaited wish ticket usage time had arrived.

With a reverent heart, I finished brushing my teeth, put my dusty clothes in the washing machine, changed into clean clothes, and opened the bedroom door.

“……O-oh, you’re here?”

As soon as I opened the door and entered, I saw Aki.

Always cute, always s*xy, always a little scandalous, in her naked apron state.

“Were you waiting?”

The thought of being served by Aki in that outfit from now on made me excited and full of anticipation. I chuckled softly and moved closer.

“Yes. I was waiting…”

“Come here, Aki.”

“Why…?”

Aki was acting oddly hesitant. I lightly hugged the passive Aki and patted her back.

“Please, take care of me.”

“……Ah. Y-yes.”

“Well then…”

Where should we sit to start? I glanced around.

‘Hmm…’

There were a few pieces of furniture we could utilize, but… considering the lighting, there was really no place better than the bed.

I plopped down on the edge of the bed. Then I looked at Aki, and then at the pants I was wearing.

It was an implicit request to have them taken off.

“……A-ahem.”

Aki, with a little pout, approached. She’d sensed the secret in my gaze.

Figured I’d just stay still, loosen up, and wait… Aki kept glancing at me, then slipped her fingers between my underwear and hip. I lifted my rear slightly, to make it easier for her to undress me.

In a single, purposeful motion, Aki pulled them down, and my pants and underwear slid together below my thighs.

With the release, my c*ck sprang up like a jack-in-the-box.

“…Chest is okay, right?”

“Yeah. With your chest.”

“Pervert…”

Aki muttered, a flush rising on her cheeks.

“Do all guys like this kind of thing…?”

“Not all, maybe ninety percent or so?”

“Ninety percent is practically everyone, isn’t it…?”

“Not quite. There are guys who don’t like big chests, you know.”

“Does Master, dislike big chests…?”

“Does it seem like I do?”

“No, it seems like you like them a lot…”

She knew me well. I smiled in acknowledgement, a right-on kind of smile.

After exchanging the trivial banter, some of the tension seemed to fade, and Aki mirrored my small smile, then tentatively grasped my stiff c*ck .

“Rubbing it with my chest. It’s been almost a month, hasn’t it…?”

“About that? You did it early April.”

“You remember something like that…?”

“Yeah. Of course, I remember.”

Every time she does it with her chest, I get so into it that she says she can’t do it every day, that she’ll only do it on special occasions, training me, so how could I forget? I hedged vaguely, but the truth is, I even remember the exact date.

Iki’s last chest job was exactly one month ago.

Which meant, this *pai-zuri* was a precisely one-month *pai-zuri*. No matter how much I begged, she wouldn’t give me *pai-zuri* often, and my heart hammered in my chest.

With a hammering heart, I took slow, even breaths.

Aki held my c*ck in one hand, and then gathered the hair at the back of her head, gently smoothing it, before kneeling down at my feet.

“Want a hair tie?”

“Yeah. Thanks…”

Aki accepted the hair tie I offered.

Aki left the hand holding my c*ck still, and only used her free right hand to begin tying the hair at the back of her head, making it into a ponytail.

Just watching her… I wondered if it wouldn’t be too difficult with only one hand. But she twirled and tied it off as if she were used to it, finished it prettily, and shook the ends up and down as if checking to see if it was done right.

“Wow…”

“Why?”

“Um. No, it’s nothing…”

*She’d probably get angry if I told her tying her hair up with one hand while holding it between her legs looked s*xy.*

I buried the thought and met Aki’s gaze. It looked like she was almost ready, so I wanted to get down to serious b*ob service.

Aki, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear in a coy way, asked me,

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“My lord, what’s the option?”

“Option?”

“Apron on and just b*obs out, or all naked?”

“Is ‘just b*obs out’ even possible?”

“Mm. If I’m gonna do it, there’s nothing I can’t do, right…?”

“Oh…. Really? Then do it that way.”

*Normally, I would’ve told her to take it off since it’d get in the way. But I said it like that because I thought maybe, just maybe, she could get her b*obs out and nothing else.*

*No, actually, even if it’s impossible, I want her to force them out for me. Because that’s way more stimulating…*

“Alright. Just a moment…”

Aki took hold of the apron’s neck strap and pulled it up and over her head.

*Thwack.*

The apron, stretched taut and holding her br*easts in place, slipped down, and Aki’s br*easts, adorned with adorable inverted nipples, jiggled before my eyes.

“……”

*To have her shake my thing between those br*easts.*

I felt my head gradually growing hotter… and my lower half, escaping control, pulsed and throbbed.

Aki glanced down at my burgeoning rod, veins throbbing, then looked up at me and smiled playfully.

“We haven’t even started yet, why is it standing up so straight…?”

“It’s because I’m looking forward to it, what else…”

“Hngh…. Pervert. Hand…!”

Aki held out her right hand. I offered her my opposite hand and gently took hers.

“Are we doing it holding hands?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable doing it with only one hand?”

“It’s alright. This atashi, I saw something.”

“Really…?”

Just what, and where, did she see it?

I could kinda guess, but…. Before I could say anything, Aki started to move.

Keeping my right hand clasped in hers, she used her left to gather her br*easts, pulling them close to me.

And just like that, she nestled my d*ck into her cleavage.

Something I couldn’t even imagine with br*easts of a normal size, but Aki’s were so huge my whole palm filled even when I was supporting them from below, and they were soft like marshmallows.

“Mm, that’s it….”

Perfectly, my d*ck sank right in, buried between her br*easts.

Aki, looking at the tip barely poking out, regarded it with an almost cute look, before gathering s*liva in her mouth and spitting it out in a slow trickle.

“We don’t have any oil at home, so I’ll use spit, okay…?”

“Yeah….”

“……Heh. Already feeling good?”

“…….”

What was there to say?

It felt great, my d*ck buried in soft, marshmallow-like br*easts, and Aki, wearing her apron, looking up at me with her eyes tilted upward.

I really do, that’s why I like oppaijob so much….

The pleasure of my d*ck being rubbed was one thing, but the angle of looking down at Aki from above, that was just insane. To exaggerate only a little, it felt like I owned the whole world. Truly.

“Come now, husband. How is it…?”

Aki moved her br*easts up and down.

A spine-tingling pleasure, so different from what you’d get with hands or mouth, crawled up my back, and my d*ck, buried between Aki’s br*easts, throbbed and pulsed.

Sensing the tremors, Aki squeezed her br*easts with her hands, increasing the speed of the bouncing, and for a moment I lost my voice, letting out a sigh.

This, this is no joke…….

“Huu, hee, unh, unh…. Do you like it…?”

“I like it too much…?”

“Heh. I see….”

Aki smiled, the corners of her lips lifting seductively.

She must have noticed something from the change in my expression…. The thought barely crossed my mind before Aki once again gathered s*liva and trickled it down my d*ck. The flowing spit spread evenly over her cleavage and my shaft.

Soon, it was being rubbed quickly, becoming sticky, and a squelching sound started coming from Aki’s br*easts. The soft, tender br*easts squelched and jiggled, intensely stimulating my d*ck trapped between them.

“How about this…?”

“This too…. Haa….”

His breath hitched, ragged.

Buried between Aki’s br*easts as he was, the sight was somewhat obscured, but his c*ck , nestled deep within the soft valley of her bosom, bobbed rhythmically, throbbing insistently with each movement.

The way she cradled him and swayed, the intoxicating bounce of her br*easts, the sultry glance she offered as she looked up at him—it was all too much, and he felt himself on the verge of spilling over.

It wasn’t that he lacked endurance, no. It was simply that the visual onslaught was overwhelmingly intense.

Below her half-apron, Aki’s smooth thighs and calves were laid bare, while her large, yielding br*easts were shamelessly on display, heaving with each undulation, his own flesh caught in the creamy crevice, rubbed raw with delight.

No man, faced with such a spectacle, could possibly maintain control for long…

“You like…?”

“Wait, too fast….”

“Ah, too fast…?”

“No, *faster*….”

Or rather, he’d meant slower. But Aki, misinterpreting his words as a plea for more, increased the pace of her ministrations.

Her voluptuous br*easts surged wildly, her grip tightening on his fingers, urging him to release, to surrender to the pleasure. He offered no resistance, barely managing to breathe.

To come so quickly would be utterly, mortifyingly shameful…. But even such self-consciousness was drowned out by the sheer ecstasy of Aki’s embrace.

A wave of heat rushed to his ears, his c*ck hardening beyond his control, swelling, throbbing.

“Ah…. Ha, wait, no….”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes….”

“…Haa, shit.”

He gritted his teeth.

The uncharacteristic, brief curse escaped his lips as he convulsed, a shiver tracing its way down his spine.

And then, he let go, unleashing his seed into the welcoming warmth of Aki’s br*easts.

“Ah…!”

Aki, startled, momentarily ceased her movements, but he paid her no mind, pouring out the pent-up flood.

An indescribable, raw release washed over him, his c*ck pulsing between her br*easts, staining the soft curves with his offering.

It wasn’t a single spurt, but a torrent—he wondered if it was even possible for him to produce so much… painting the landscape of Aki’s chest with his essence.

“…Haa.”

“All done, my husband…?”

“Yes…”

He replied, breathlessly, with a heavy sigh.

Aki, her face flushed, glanced at him sideways before fixing her gaze on the damp valley between her br*easts, her lips parting slightly in silent observation.

“Wow… you really came a lot, huh?”

“…Guess so.”

He really did come an awful lot. It wasn’t just a little, either; there was practically a pool of his seed gathering in the valley of Aki’s ample br*easts.

“Master, you were feeling really good, weren’t you…?”

“……”

Just like Aki said, he’d come feeling good… But now that he was finished, he felt a little embarrassed and avoided her gaze.

“Heheh…”

Aki giggled, gently tugging at his hand.

“You liked my br*easts that much…?”

“Too much…”

“If you liked them, a k*ss…!”

He quickly leaned down and k*ssed her.

Just a light meeting of the lips for about ten seconds, then he pulled away. He’d wanted to make it longer, but his spunk smeared on Aki’s br*easts was distracting him.

“Come here. Let me wipe it off.”

“Ah, what a waste… just a moment…!”

Aki supported her br*easts from underneath with her arm so the semen wouldn’t drip, then she carefully dabbed at the puddle nestled in her cleavage with the middle finger of her other hand.

He watched, wondering what she was up to… She put the semen-covered finger in her mouth and tasted it.

“What are you doing…?”

“Master, you know what? Your seed tastes bitter after you’ve eaten meat, and sweet after you’ve eaten a lot of vegetables.”

“Ah, really…?”

“Yeah. Want to try?”

“No, that’s a little…”

“Heheh. Just kidding. So don’t run away…!”

Aki smiled prettily and came closer. He’d been a little scared she’d really make him eat it, so he quickly grabbed some tissues.

“Hold still…”

He anxiously wiped her clean, until every last trace was gone.

Aki stared at the valley of her br*easts, where the semen had been gathered just moments before, then glanced up at him.

“Master, you’re still not satisfied, are you…?”

“Mm. Not satisfied. …Ah, would you perhaps… indulge me again?”

“I could give you more, you know. Two rounds just with the chest feels a bit… insufficient, doesn’t it?”

“No. It doesn’t feel insufficient. I want to come again on Aki’s chest.”

“Heuh, pervert. Why are you so honest…?”

Thump, thump.

Aki patted the bed firmly.

“Lie down here, my lord.”

“Lie down?”

“Mhm. I’ll do it lying down this time.”

“Can we even do it lying down…?”

“Lying opposite each other, my lord s*cks on me down there… and I rub your thingy with my chest, wouldn’t that work?”

“…….”

Ah.

There’s a way like that.

“I guess so. Shall we start right away…?”

“Heuheu…. Okay…♡”