chilhod 2 - my book e22

Chapter 1: I Tried To Make A Childhood Friend

Into A Sex Friend

Familiar obscene water sounds echoed through my familiar room.

I sat at the bedside, legs spread wide, enjoying the pleasure emanating from

my groin.

Lowering my gaze slightly, I could see the face of my childhood friend,

Karen Sakura, diligently licking my erect penis.

Frankly speaking, Sakura had a terrible expression.

Deep wrinkles etched between her brows. Eyes swollen and puffy from

crying. Drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. She looked like a

dog, with her hands on the floor and her tongue stretched out, panting

heavily.

Thinking about that, I silently reached out to touch Sakura's head, feeling

her medium bob hair that reached her shoulders. I ran my fingers through

her hair, enjoying the sensation of my childhood friend's hair.

Her well-maintained hair was as smooth as silk and pleasant to touch.

Moreover, the situation of touching a girl's hair at will, even though I

wasn't her boyfriend, pleasantly stimulated my sense of domination.

Naturally, the thing in my groin grew harder.

"N-no.."

Noticing the hardness of my meat stick, Sakura let out a pained cry with a

face on the verge of tears. Her tongue, which was already barely moving,

now stopped completely.

I stop my right hand, which was stroking her hair, and firmly grab the back

of my childhood friend's head, pushing her face forcefully into my crotch.

Sakura lets out a muffled scream and tries to pull away from my crotch, but

of course, I don't let her go.

Using both hands to hold her head in place, I demand further service.

"Lick it quickly."

Upon hearing this, Sakura looks up at me as if begging for forgiveness.

"Hey, Kasuga-kun. Isn't that enough? Please, just let me go..."

Tear-filled, round eyes look up at me.

At this close distance, I can clearly see Sakura's long eyelashes and well-

proportioned face. Despite how her face is twisted with disgust and wet

with tears—or rather, because of that—her beauty stands out even more.

She has always been noticeable for her looks since childhood, but lately,

she has become even more refined. Even in this situation, I couldn't take

my eyes off her face.

It would be a lie to say that my heart didn't ache when my beautiful

childhood friend tearfully pleaded, [Please don't do anything worse].

After all, what I'm doing is undeniably despicable—forcing her to give me

oral s*x by exploiting her weakness. On top of that, she's my childhood

friend, my first love and she has a boyfriend. The guilt from these facts

gnaws at me relentlessly.

Perhaps seeing a glimmer of hope in my silence, Sakura continues to plead.

"Please, Kasuga-kun. Let's stop this already? I won't tell anyone about

today."

A clear voice like rolling bells. When we were children, I loved being called

[Makoto-kun] by that voice.

However, three years ago, when Sakura got a boyfriend, she started calling

me [Kasuga-kun] instead of [Makoto-kun]. Instead, her boyfriend, Kujo

Makoto, was the one who started being called [Makoto-kun].

Yes. By some strange coincidence, Sakura's boyfriend and I share the same

name.

The fact that Sakura started dating another guy and casually changed the

way she called me, which had been the same since we were kids.

At that time, I was devastated by this event. I was the only one who saw

something special in our childhood friendship, while for Sakura, I was just

a [neighbouring classmate].

As soon as I remembered the event that made this clear to me, the guilt I

felt towards Sakura that had been lingering inside me was erased as if it

were a lie.

Sakura and I are just classmates who live next door to each other. And I am

a scumbag trying to turn my classmate, who has a boyfriend, into a s*x

friend by exploiting her weakness.

I engraved that fact into my heart once again and looked at Sakura with a

mocking smile.

Then, I picked up the smartphone that was left on the bed sheets and played

the video I had recorded about two hours ago.

The video displayed on the smartphone screen showed the soccer club's

room. From the occasional shouts of the members, it was clear that it was

taken during club activities.

After a while, a familiar female voice was heard from the other side of the

screen.

"『Hey, Makoto-kun, are we going to do it in the club room again? If we

get caught by everyone...』"

The whispering voice was hard to catch amidst the noise, but the screen

clearly showed Sakura in a tracksuit.

After a while, another male voice came from the smartphone.

"『It's fine. We've never been caught before, right? So, come on,

Karen.』"

The voice was accompanied by the appearance of Makoto Kujou, the

second-year ace of the soccer team and Sakura's boyfriend.

A hesitant voice from Sakura echoed after a slight delay.

"『But, it's not fair to everyone. At least let's wait until after practice,

okay?』"

"『It's like a massage. It's also a manager's job to relieve the players'

fatigue. So... come on, Karen, okay?』"

Prompted by Kujo calling her name urgently, Sakura hesitated slightly on

the other side of the screen, but soon made up her mind. She unzipped her

tracksuit, grabbed the hem of her gym clothes underneath, and lifted it up to

her neck.

As a result, her ample breasts, previously held down by the fabric, bounced

free, exposing a pale pink, elegant bra to the open air.

Sakura's large breasts, worthy of gracing the cover of a gravure magazine,

were the focus of many boys' attention. There were countless who envied

Kujo for being able to enjoy those breasts as her boyfriend.

I was one of them too — until just a moment ago.

But now, things are different. If I spread this video online, Sakura's school

life would undoubtedly be thrown into chaos. It would also be a scandal

Kujo, who is rumoured to go pro after graduation due to his soccer skills,

couldn't ignore.

For Sakura, this is a video she must never let out, both for her sake and her

boyfriend's. Inevitably, Sakura cannot defy me, the owner of this video.

On the other side of the screen, Kujo was taking off his soccer uniform and

about to remove his underwear as well. If I continued watching the video, I

would see Kujo getting a paizuri from Sakura. Moreover, after the paizuri, I

could even watch the scene where Kujo ejaculates on Karen's chest and

face. But I stopped the video here.

I have already shown Sakura the video. Even if I don't show it to her until

the end, she should understand what I'm trying to say.

I mock my childhood friend, who falls silent.

" 『Don't tell anyone about what happened today』? Who are you trying to

fool, Manager?"

"That's..."

" 『Let's stop doing this kind of thing』? I don't want to be told that by

someone who was rubbing a guy's dick with her breasts exposed in the

clubroom while everyone else was practising. And from your conversation,

this wasn't the first time, was it? What will happen if the other club

members find out?"

As I keep blaming her with words, Sakura just bites her lip and looks down.

I smirk and predict the possible future situations.

"First, Kujo will be stripped of his vice-captaincy. And he will also be

removed from the regular team. At this time, when the Inter-High

preliminaries have started, there's no way the coach and other members will

accept a jerk who skips practice to get a paizuri from the manager in the

clubroom."

Sakura shakes her head, pleading not to hear it, but I continue speaking

regardless.

"Of course, it won't just stay within the club; I'll spread it outside too, so be

prepared. That's right, I'll send it individually to the Board of Education as

well. The soccer club will have to suspend its activities to take

responsibility for the scandal. Not only the summer Inter-High, but also the

winter championship is in danger. The third-year seniors will effectively

retire because of you. The first and second-year students will waste an

important year. It's a terrible story even though they haven't done anything

wrong."

Upon hearing that, Sakura dropped her shoulders weakly and said:

"I understand...please don't say it anymore."

"No, I will say it. Both Kujo and you should withdraw from the club, or

perhaps even withdraw from school? Well, it's your own fault, but it's

unfortunate for your parents. They will be looked down upon by society and

their company for what kind of education they gave their son or daughter.

They might even have to retire and move away if things go wrong."

Persistent in his reproach, Sakura began to cry in a suppressed voice, unable

to endure any longer.

When I see that childhood friend, I feel my skin tingle with excitement. I

never thought I had a penchant for making girls cry and enjoying it. No, it's

not just any [girl], but because I made Karen Sakura cry, is that why I'm

feeling so exhilarated?

I felt the cowper juice dripping from the tip of my bare penis, and I reached

out my right hand toward Sakura, who was looking blue.

Unlike the video where she was wearing her underwear, Sakura was still

wearing her school blazer, but I didn't care, I grabbed her breasts by the

blazer. I felt the soft yet firm texture of her breasts through my palms,

which made my nose twitch involuntarily.

Sakura, whose chest was grabbed, lifted her face in surprise and glared at

me but when I glared back, she looked away as if intimidated.

Taking advantage of her lack of resistance, I used not only my right hand

but also my left hand to knead her two breasts, thoroughly enjoying a

sensation I had never experienced before.

Then, maintaining that position, I presented Sakura with a demand even

more intense than the earlier fellatio.

"If you want me to keep quiet about this, become my s*x friend. If you do,

I'll delete the video."

"S-s*x friend...?"

"A s*x friend. In other words, have s*x with me. I won't interfere with your

relationship with Kujou, but come to me and entertain me whenever I call

you."

Upon hearing this, Sakura was momentarily stunned, then twisted her face

in disgust as she understood my intention.

"T-there's no way I could do something like that!"

"I see. So, you're refusing?"

"Of course!"

In response to Sakura's expression of refusal, I withdrew my hands from

her chest with a faint smile.

"...Eh?"

Sakura, seemingly caught off guard, let out a surprised voice without

thinking.

Ignoring her reaction, I stood up and put back on my boxers and school

uniform pants. Though I struggled a bit to tuck away my erection, I

managed to push it in by force.

When I got dressed, Sakura seemed to breathe a small sigh of relief,

thinking she had avoided further humiliation.

I spoke to her gently.

"If you don't want to, that's fine. If you won't be my s*x friend, then just

leave."

Saying that, I picked up my smartphone and silently opened the soccer

club's group chat.

Of course, it was to expose Kujou's misconduct and share the paizuri video.

If Sakura wouldn't become my s*x friend, I had no obligation to keep

silent.

Though I didn't say this out loud, Sakura seemed to understand my intent as

she watched me operate the smartphone. She stood up hastily and clung to

my hand holding the phone.

"Stop it, please!"

"Shut up. You're in the way."

I forcefully pried Sakura off and continued operating the phone.

Sakura looked around desperately, seeking help, but of course, there was no

one else in this room but us. My parents wouldn't be home until after nine

at night, so we'd be alone for a while.

Having run out of options, Sakura dropped her shoulders in defeat and

spoke in a barely audible voice.

"...I-I understand."

"What do you understand?"

"I... I'll become... Kasuga-kun's... s*x friend..."

With a slow and hesitant tone, stopping multiple times, Sakura finally

agreed to become my s*x friend.

Though it was the answer I wanted, I could see that given time, she would

likely start complaining again. Wanting to make this day decisive, I decided

to push her further.

"Not enough."

"Not enough...?"

"Get on your knees in front of me and bow your head, asking me to please

let you be my s*x friend. Only then will I believe that your words aren't just

lip service."

Implying that she should prostrate herself, Sakura's eyes widened in

disbelief.

Tears filled Sakura's eyes as she glared at me, her anger momentarily

dispelling her fear. Her voice, when she spoke next, was steady.

"I can't do something like that! Don't say such ridiculous things!"

"If you really intend to become my s*x friend, bowing your head shouldn't

be a big deal, right?"

"That's a completely different matter! In the first place—"

As Sakura tried to protest further, I interrupted her with a cold expression.

"I don't intend to argue with you. If you don't want to, then leave. That's

all."

Once again, I pressed Sakura to make a decision. However, as expected, she

didn't move. The anger she had felt earlier had only a fleeting effect. With

tears in her eyes, Sakura hugged her trembling body with both hands and

looked at me.

Perhaps she thought that if she stalled long enough, I would eventually give

up.

Of course, I had no intention of allowing such an escape. When I

ostentatiously began fiddling with my smartphone, Sakura finally seemed to

resign herself to her fate.

Slowly, she kneeled in front of me, sobbing and speaking in broken

sentences.

"P-please... make me...Kasuga-kun's... s*x friend... I beg you."

When she finished speaking, Sakura bowed her head, trembling, and

touched her forehead to the carpet.

Sakura, begging me to make her my s*x friend while prostrating herself.

Of course, it was something I had forced her to do, not something she

wished for from the bottom of her heart.

Nevertheless, the excitement that surged within me was unlike anything I

had ever felt. A mix of sadism and the desire for conquest created a pleasure

so intense that it made my brain tremble.

Honestly, just looking down at Sakura's grovelling figure made me feel like

I might ejaculate. The sensation coursing through my body was that

violently intense.

Although I wanted to savour Sakura's miserable appearance for a while

longer, everything has its time. Carefully controlling my voice to keep it

steady, I spoke.

"If you've begged that much, I have no choice. I'll make you my s*x friend,

Sakura—no, Karen."

"...Th-thank you... very much."

Karen thanked me in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

I chuckled, feeling my throat vibrate. If I were to look at my face in a

mirror now, I'm sure it would reflect a grotesque smile. With that certainty,

I checked the time.

The clock in the room indicated it was eight o'clock at night. As mentioned

earlier, my parents wouldn't be home until after nine, so we had about an

hour. However, there was still a possibility that they might return before

nine.

Starting to have s*x now was dangerous for various reasons.

Moreover, seeing Karen quietly sobbing made me feel that pushing her any

further might be unwise. It would be a disaster if she committed suicide out

of despair.

"Well then."

When I spoke, Karen flinched and looked at me with eyes full of fear,

probably thinking she was about to be forced into having s*x.

I shrugged lightly, denying her assumption.

"Don't worry. I won't do anything more today"

"...Really?"

"Really."

Responding briefly, Karen's face clearly showed relief. Such an expression

might cause me to change my mind and go back on my word, but Karen

didn't seem to have the mental space to consider that possibility.

Naturally, she seemed quite mentally exhausted.

To be honest, I was also mentally drained. Today's events were unexpected

for me as well.

However, it wasn't the fact that Kujou and Karen were engaging in a

paizuri that surprised me. I had noticed them disappearing during club

activities, so I suspected they were doing something indecent behind the

other members' backs.

What caught me off guard was the violent impulse that surged from the

depths of my being when I confirmed the video and felt I had leverage over

them.

Initially, I planned to use the evidence of their misconduct to lecture them,

saying, [It's disrespectful to the other serious club members!] Despite being

the same age as Kujou, I couldn't compete with him in club activities,

academics, or love. Holding this leverage, I thought I could finally take a

stance of superiority and feel a sense of satisfaction.

Moreover, by holding this leverage, I could maintain a psychological

advantage over Kujou and Karen. I wouldn't have to feel the pangs of

jealousy whenever I saw them chatting happily in the hallway or during

club activities. That was my initial intention.

However, from the moment I watched the video on my smartphone until

now, I abandoned my original plan and acted solely to make Karen my s*x

friend.

In all honesty, my actions were mostly impulsive, and I needed to take a

break and carefully plan my next steps.

Therefore, it was decided that I wouldn't do anything further today.

But letting Karen go home without any further instruction seems

uninteresting, so I informed my childhood friend of tomorrow's plans.

"In exchange, come to my house tomorrow morning. I'll notify you of the

timing via smartphone."

Karen made a clearly displeased face at these words, but she understood

that she wasn't in a position to refuse. She knew that refusing could mean

being violated on the spot out of fear.

In the end, all Karen could do was nod slowly and say, [I understand].

◆◆◆

The next day dawned.

My parents, who commuted by train to the city centre, left the house at 6:30

as usual. As for me, I left the house a little after 7:00 to participate in

morning practice for the soccer club.

During this 30-minute window, I was the only one at the Kasuga household.

It was an opportunity not to be missed.

Having confirmed that my parents had left, I opened the personal chat with

Karen that I had set up last night and messaged her to come over.

Though it was too early to go to school, Karen, being the manager of the

soccer club, also participated in morning practice and left her house around

the same time as me, just before 7:00. This meant she only had to leave her

house 30 minutes earlier than usual.

Her parents wouldn't find this short time difference suspicious. Even if they

did, it was Karen's job to come up with an excuse.

With these thoughts in mind, I stood at the entrance, waiting for Karen's

arrival.

About three minutes after sending the message, the doorknob turned, and

Karen entered the house. She didn't ring the doorbell because I had

instructed her not to via chat.

Seeing me waiting at the entrance, Karen stiffened for a moment, then bit

her lip and stepped inside.

I observed Karen closely.

Even after a night had passed, her expression remained gloomy and her

eyes were slightly bloodshot. It was clear that yesterday's incident still

affected her.

On the other hand, her complexion, which had been deathly pale, had

improved somewhat. She might have just covered it up with makeup, but if

she had the mental capacity to do her makeup, that was a good sign.

Considering she could have shown up with a tear-streaked face, without

makeup, and with dishevelled hair, her current state was not bad for me.

"...I came as you asked. What do you want?"

Karen spoke in a low, controlled voice, with a hint of defiance.

Her attitude and demeanour suggested that after a night's rest, she had

regained some of her will to resist. She had probably spent the night

thinking hard about how to deal with my demands.

She likely believed that showing weakness would make her more

vulnerable, so she was trying to speak as firmly as possible.

I inwardly chuckled at her adorable attempt at defiance. Well, it's easier to

deal with her resisting like this rather than her becoming completely listless.

I'll crush her little rebellions one by one, and eventually, I'll make her come

to me willingly for s*x. With that thought, I began to speak.

"What other reason would I have for calling my s*x friend over besides

doing something erotic?"

As I said this and approached Karen nonchalantly, she took a step or two

back, wary.

However, her retreat was quickly halted by the door behind her.

I swiftly closed the distance and pinned her body against the door, trapping

her.

"No, let go!"

Karen pushed against my body with her left hand while raising her right

hand to slap my cheek.

I grabbed her right wrist with my left hand and forcibly lifted her chin with

my right hand.

Karen glared up at me fiercely. At that moment, a sweet scent unique to

girls emanated from her body, tickling my nostrils. I could feel my groin

hardening rapidly just from that.

Right in front of me were Karen's slightly moist lips. There was no reason

to hesitate in taking them in this situation.

"Stop it! No!"

As I leaned in, Karen desperately turned her face away to escape my lips.

However, I held her chin firmly, not allowing her to turn away.

Moments later, our lips met with a sound.

"Mmph!? Mmm, mmm!"

A muffled scream escaped from between our joined lips.

Ignoring her cries, I kept her chin in place and indulged in the soft sensation

transmitted through our lips.

Simply pressing my lips against hers wasn't enough, so I began licking her

lips with my tongue and pecking at them, relentlessly savouring the taste of

my childhood friend's lips.

This was far from what could be called a kiss; it was an act of violation

driven purely by lust.

Karen struggled desperately to escape from me, but she had no chance

against the strength of a boy from the sports club.

For nearly ten minutes, I relentlessly violated my childhood friend's lips.

Not just her lips, though. I licked her cheeks, trailed my tongue along her

neck, nibbled on her earlobes—anything I could think of. Karen's lips were

drenched with my saliva and the drool dripping from between our mouths

left unsightly stains on both our uniforms.

Satisfied with my work, I moved to the next stage.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

I was aiming for a deep kiss, where our tongues would intertwine.

Karen, with tear-filled eyes, looked at me and tightly pressed her lips

together, silently refusing. Naturally, I wouldn't accept that.

I grabbed a handful of her hair with my right hand and yanked.

"Ouch!?"

Karen cried out, her scream a reflex to the rough handling of her hair.

I glared at her from up close, and Karen, understanding my intention,

slowly opened her mouth, on the verge of tears.

Seeing her pink tongue in front of me, I entwined my tongue with hers,

breathing heavily.

"Mmph!? Mm, mm!"

The soft sensation from the tip of her tongue and her gasping moans tickled

my ears.

Lewd, wet sounds echoed in the entranceway, heightening my excitement.

Forced into an unwanted deep kiss, Karen couldn't help but retract her

tongue. However, I pursued it, thrusting my own tongue into her mouth.

At that moment, Karen reflexively bit down on my tongue. It didn't hurt

much, but I still put on a stern expression and gripped her hair tightly once

again.

Karen, wincing in pain, quickly opened her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry!"

Karen apologises before I even demand it. Hearing this, I immediately let

go of her hair that I was holding and instead gently stroke it. Karen's

expression relaxes in relief. When I insert my tongue again, she doesn't

resist this time.

Even in this situation, it seems that the carrot and stick approach is

effective. No, perhaps it is precisely because of this situation.

Anyway, I parted Karen's lips and let my tongue invade, thoroughly licking

the inside of my childhood friend's mouth without hesitation.

"Mm, mm, mmm! Squelch, slurp, ahm—eh!? Th-that, it tickles... mmm!?"

While forcibly licking Karen's tongue, I licked her gums with the tip of my

tongue, tickled the inside of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, and even

made her swallow the accumulated saliva. Each time, Karen reacted

amusingly.

As I was savouring the inside of my childhood friend's mouth like that, I

realised that the clock's hands were pointing to seven o'clock.

The soccer club's morning practice starts at seven thirty, and it takes a little

over twenty minutes to walk from my house to the high school. There was

almost no time left.

Reluctantly, I separated my lips from Karen's, which I had been sucking on

like a leech.

Then, as if she had reached her limit, Karen sat down on the spot as if she

had lost all her strength. Drooling from the corner of her mouth, she panted

heavily and gazed blankly into space as if she was dazed.

I thought I might have gone a bit too far, but it's actually convenient that

Karen is in a daze.

I took off my uniform pants and then stripped off my trunks that were

soaked with precum.

This morning, I intended to stop at just kissing but experiencing such

pleasure without ejaculating is simply tough. I didn't know that kissing

could affect my groin this much.

If kissing feels this good, how great would actual s*x feel? Honestly, I

wanted to take the dazed Karen into my room and skip morning practice

and classes to indulge in s*x.

However, doing something like that would arouse suspicion around us. It

would be a waste to lose everything due to a momentary desire when I've

finally made Karen my friend with benefits. I have to hold back for now.

I sat down next to Karen, who was still dumbfounded, and took her right

hand to make her hold my exposed penis.

Well, I say I made her hold it, but since Karen wasn't applying any force, it

was half masturbation using her fingers, but that was enough for my highly

aroused penis to reach its climax.

Sealing Karen's lips as a bonus, I enjoyed the warm sensation from her lips

and the cold touch of her fingers on my penis, ejaculating intensely in the

entrance of my house.

Chapter 2.1: I Made My Childhood Friend

Masturbate Through the Window

"Ah, I'm exhausted!"

As soon as I got home from school and opened the door, I shouted and

threw my bag aside.

Then, I plopped down in the entrance hall.

It was almost eight in the evening. Football practice had ended at six but

today we had extra voluntary practice for the second-year students.

The proposer was Kujo Makoto and the voluntary practice was meant to

strengthen the team's unity for the national tournament.

I stretched and muttered to myself.

"What does he mean, 『Let's make this summer the best for our

seniors!』? That's not something someone who was getting a paizuri from

the manager while the seniors were running their hardest should say."

I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I heard Kujou's proposal. It's

not my fault.

Luckily, because I was on the side, Kujou didn't notice my outburst but I

had no choice but to participate in the voluntary practice.

In sports clubs, voluntary practice doesn't mean 『you can choose whether

to participate or not』. It means 『participation is voluntary, but you know

what happens if you don't participate, right? Right?』 It's a terrifying word

with coercive implications!

"Well, it was amusing to watch Kujou kick the ball around, oblivious to

everything."

I looked around the entrance and chuckled softly.

This morning, I had brutally used Karen's mouth right here and in the end, I

ejaculated using her dazed right hand. After that, Karen came to her senses,

ran to my bathroom and washed her semen-covered right hand while

crying, which was a truly arousing sight.

I wish Kujou could have seen Karen at that moment. I wonder what face

that handsome classmate would make if he knew his girlfriend had become

my s*x friend. Just imagining it makes my groin swell.

"No, no, it's not your turn yet."

I jokingly called out to my groin and then stood up and moved to the

kitchen.

I took out the side dishes that my mother had prepared in the morning from

the refrigerator, heated them in the microwave and devoured them with rice.

Afterward, I ran a bath to wash off the sweat from club activities. Then,

while relaxing in the living room, I sent a message to Karen.

The content was simple: At eleven o'clock tonight, stand by your room

window and masturbate.

After confirming that the message was read, I closed the chat without

waiting for a reply.

While I was doing this, my parents came home, so I greeted them with a

[Welcome back] and then moved upstairs to start studying.

After concentrating at my desk for a while, my phone alarm went off,

notifying me that it was 10:55 PM.

I stood up from my chair, locked the door just in case my parents decided to

come in, and walked over to the window.

"Now, let's see how Karen is doing."

I opened the curtains and checked the view outside.

What I saw was the house next door, which, needless to say, was the Sakura

residence.

The Kasuga house and the Sakura house were built quite close to each other

and their structures were quite similar. From my room, I could see a large

window directly opposite, which was Karen's room window.

If we raised our voices a bit, we could have a normal conversation. In fact,

when we were kids, Karen and I often talked to each other through the

windows.

I noticed that the lights in Karen's room were off, and the windows and

curtains were closed. It was a scene that conveyed her refusal, but I was

certain that my childhood friend was holding her breath behind those closed

curtains.

Smirking, I picked up my phone and contacted Karen, not through the

individual chat but through a call.

The phone rang once, twice, three times, and just as it was about to ring a

fourth time, she answered.

"....Ello."

"Hurry up and masturbate by the window."

I reiterated the contents of the earlier chat message and a silence filled with

suppressed emotions returned from the other end of the phone. Speaking to

the still-silent Karen, I said in an exasperated tone,

"Learn your lesson already. Do you want the video of you and Kujo to be

spread around? I'm doing this in a way that keeps our parents from finding

out."

『Bu-but... doing it from the window, that's impossible...!』

"Why? Are you ready to get caught by your parents and let me watch you

masturbate in your room? Or are you going to come here and spread your

legs for me? I don't mind either way."

'You are...!'

I can hear a frustrated voice from the other side of the phone.

But no matter how much she resists, as long as I have the video, Karen has

no choice but to obey me.

After a short while, I hear a small sigh and the sound of movement from the

other side of the phone. Then, the light in Karen's room comes on, and the

curtain and window are opened.

Finally, Karen appears, unlike me in my sweatpants, she is wearing proper

nightwear.

Probably silk, simple navy blue pajamas. The simple design makes her

chest clearly visible, making it very erotic.

Her hair is not in its usual medium bob, but tied up with a scrunchie.

I have not seen Karen in her pajamas since we were children, now that we

are older, this is the first time. I grin and speak to her through the phone.

"Come on, start already."

'Ugh...'

Reluctantly groaning, Karen starts to masturbate as I instructed.

With her eyes tightly shut to block me out of her vision, she slowly moves

her fingers over her body. Even so, Karen is holding her phone to her ear

with her left hand, so she is actually using only her right hand to

masturbate. And she is only sluggishly rubbing her chest over her pajamas.

She probably won't be able to climax all night like this.

I speak to Karen in a cold voice.

"Absolutely no good. I don't feel any enthusiasm."

'E-even if you say that, this is too embarrassing!'

"It can't be helped. For now, open your eyes and mimic me."

'Mimic... kya!?'

A small scream escapes from Karen's mouth, and I can hear her surprise

from both the phone and in person.

Karen, on the other side of the window, looks at me in disbelief.

'Why are you naked!?'

"Because I took off my sweatpants while you had your eyes closed and

were touching yourself."

I answer back, still holding the phone with my left hand like Karen,

gripping my stiff erect penis with my free right hand. Then, I start stroking

it up and down, showing off to Karen.

Karen turns her face away in a panic, and I hear a small scream from the

other side of the phone saying, "Stop it."

Enjoying my childhood friend's naive reaction, I give her instructions

casually.

"Take off your clothes and start masturbating quickly. Just so you know, if I

cum first, it's all over. The video of you giving a paizuri in the club room,

the video of you begging on your knees to be my s*x friend, the video of

our kiss this morning, I will spread them all."

'What!?'

Karen, who had turned her face away from me, cannot ignore these words.

She quickly looks back at me, opening and closing her mouth like a fish.

She is probably speechless because she doesn't know what to ask first.

Realizing this, I decide to explain the situation before she can ask.

"I said I wouldn't spread the videos if you became my s*x friend, but I

never said I wouldn't take other videos."

"『You said you wouldn't spread the videos if I became your s*x

friend!』"

"It can't be helped. You keep resisting. I don't need a rebellious s*x friend."

Spitting out those words, Karen is momentarily at a loss for words.

But she seems to think that if she backs down here, she will lose, so she

replies desperately.

"『If you spread those videos, you won't get away with it either, Kasuga-

kun! If I testify that I was blackmailed, the police might get involved!』"

"That's right. So what?"

"『Eh?』"

"It's true that I won't get away with it either, but so what? Do you think I'm

doing this without being prepared for that?"

When I ask this, Karen is speechless on the other side of the phone.

I snort and inform Karen of the current situation.

"I'll tell you this: I haven't masturbated since this morning. You don't have

much time before I ejaculate."

As I stroke my dick, a desperate voice comes from the phone.

"『W-wait!』"

"I won't wait. If you want to finish before me, hurry up and strip."

With those words, Karen finally makes up her mind, placing her phone on

the window sill and beginning to unbutton her pyjamas with both hands.

Even so, the hesitation and embarrassment don't seem to disappear, as her

hands occasionally pause.

Each time, I deliberately say things like 『Oh, it feels so good』 and

『Hmm, I'm about to cum』 taunting Karen through the phone. She can

probably still hear my voice from the phone on the window sill.

Pushed by my voice, Karen resumes undressing. I watch her body,

gradually being revealed, with an intense gaze.

"『...』"

From the other side of the phone, I hear the sound of her pyjama top falling

to the floor. Her light pink night bra is exposed to the air and Karen bites

her lip tightly.

I seize the moment and make my demand.

"Don't dawdle. Next, the bra. Then, the bottoms."

"『Ugh... o-okay...』"

With tears in her eyes, Karen obeys my instructions.

The condition I gave Karen earlier was 『orgasm before I ejaculate』, so

she doesn't necessarily need to be completely naked.

However, Karen is probably too overwhelmed to think that far. Or maybe

she realised that if she objected, I would bring up the video again and force

her to strip anyway.

Either way, it's clear that Karen is following my instructions. That's all I

need.

While this is happening, Karen removes her night bra, and her abundant

breasts, reminiscent of melons, bounce prominently into view.

Seeing that, I involuntarily gasp. My already heated penis grows even

hotter, and my hand's movements quicken unconsciously.

"Kuuh, I'm about to cum...!"

This murmur isn't a performance to taunt Karen like before; it's my true

feeling.

Perhaps because of this, it makes Karen panic even more.

"『Wait, please!』"

Realising there's no more time, Karen abandons her hesitation, puts her

hands on her waist and removes her pyjama bottoms along with her

underwear.

She then begins to stimulate her erogenous zones, rubbing her genitals with

her right hand and grasping her breast with her left.

"『Hmm... ahh... ah...!』"

A faint moan comes from the phone. From the sound of it, she seems to be

feeling better than before, but she's still far from climaxing.

"Karen, look at me."

"『...yes』"

When I give the order through the phone, Karen looks at me with a face that

seems ready to burst into tears.

Like before, I deliberately stroke my erect penis with my right hand,

showing it off to Karen. She tries to turn her face away immediately but

quickly brings her gaze back before I can reprimand her.

With a horribly disgusted look, she directs her gaze at my member. She

understood what I wanted without me having to say it.

For a while, we continue to masturbate in silence.

The moans from the phone gradually grow louder. Her hand movements

seem to have sped up as well.

"Does it feel good, Karen?"

"『...』"

There is no verbal response.

But it's clear from her continuous chest rubbing and slit stroking,

accompanied by moans, that Karen is deriving pleasure from this situation.

I continue to speak.

"Tell me where it feels the best. It's your body, you should know, right?"

"『...』"

When I ask, Karen pauses her movements momentarily.

Answering this question means confessing, [This is my erogenous zone].

She must have realised this.

As I silently wait to see how Karen will respond, she hesitantly pushes her

hips forward.

Then, she points to the small protrusion above her slit.

"Is it your clitoris that feels good?"

"『...yes.』"

Karen nods weakly.

It seems she no longer has the energy to resist. Confirming this, I issue

additional commands.

"Pinch your clitoris with your right hand. Use your left hand on your

nipple."

"『okay.....』"

"Keep stroking while looking at my dick."

"『Fine!』"

Karen responds with a strong tone, as if resigned and begins to pinch and

rub her two erogenous zones as instructed.

Even if she is doing this reluctantly to end this unpleasant time, the fact

remains that Karen, who became Kujo's girlfriend, is masturbating on my

orders.

Feeling a thrill of conquest, I speak gently to her through the phone.

"Good girl. Does it feel good to masturbate while I watch, Karen?"

"『...』"

Hearing this, Karen turns red and looks down.

I immediately scold her.

"Don't look away! Keep your eyes on my dick!"

"『Y-Yes!』"

At my low, angry voice, Karen jerks her head up and stares at my groin.

She continues to rub her clitoris and nipple earnestly.

Just a week ago, I couldn't have imagined seeing Karen in such a lewd

state. My hand naturally moves faster around my penis.

"『Haa, haa...♡ Ah, aa...♡ Huh, hoo... Aaahn♡』"

The moans coming from the phone accelerate my excitement.

I give Karen my final order.

"When you cum, say it out loud. Tell me how good it feels."

"『Yes... I understand...♡』"

My childhood friend's voice, drenched in pleasure, makes my ears tingle.

Words are lost from both our phones, leaving only moans and heavy

breathing echoing in the room.

Then, just before Karen loses control of her voice, it happens.

"『Ah♡ Ah♡ Kasuga-kun, I'm about to cum♡』"

"Good. Cum hard, Karen!"

"『Aaah♡ Aaah♡ No♡ I can't♡ I-I'm cumming!♡♡♡』"

Karen's mouth lets out a moan that could be mistaken for an adult video,

and her body convulses in spasms.

I can't tell if the liquid gushing from her slit is her squirt or urine from

where I am.

What I do know is that my childhood friend has experienced unprecedented

pleasure and climaxed. And that I am the one who gave her that climax.

Realising this, I feel a vivid pleasure that nearly burns my brain and driven

by the impulse rising from my testicles, I ejaculate copiously, aiming

towards Karen through the window.

◆◆◆

"Mmm, mmm... Pwah! Haa, haa... Mmm, slurp... slurp... Ah, nnngh!"

The day after we had shown each other our masturbation through the

window, Karen and I were kissing at the entrance, just like yesterday.

However, the way we kissed was different from yesterday. Instead of

devouring each other's lips out of sheer lust, I gently and tenderly pressed

my lips against hers, savouring the fresh and passionate sensation.

As I wrapped my arms around her back, Karen trembled fearfully. She

might have thought I would forcefully pin her down and ravage her mouth

like yesterday.

I patted her back gently, trying to soothe my frightened childhood friend.

The hands on her back were not meant to restrain her but to embrace her.

Understanding this, Karen's body gradually relaxed.

Noticing her tension easing, I paused the kiss and whispered in her ear.

"Hug me back, Karen."

After a moment of hesitation, Karen's hands timidly wrapped around my

waist. Although it wasn't a passionate hug, embracing my childhood friend

who had a boyfriend like lovers was enough to satisfy my sense of

conquest.

I resumed the kiss immediately, savouring the softness of Karen's lips for a

while.

I wanted to enjoy this tenderness longer, but I had other plans for today.

Reluctantly, I pulled my face away from Karen.

As I did, a mischievous impulse arose, and I lightly traced my finger along

Karen's back—

"Ahhh!♡"

An unexpectedly sensual voice escaped from Karen's mouth, her moans

echoing in the entrance and reminiscent of last night's lewd behaviour.

I was surprised, but not as much as Karen. Her already red face flushed

even more, down to her neck, as she shook her head frantically, seemingly

denying something.

"No, no, that wasn't it! I mean, it's different!"

I pat her head to calm her down.

Thinking she was being treated like a child or protesting the teasing on her

back, Karen pouted and let out a cute [Uuuuuuu] while pursing her lips

resentfully.

After that, I led Karen to the living room.

I sat on the sofa, holding my phone and had Karen stand in front of me. My

objective was clear.

"Lift your skirt and show me your underwear."

As soon as I voiced my desire, Karen frowned beautifully and looked at me

with displeasure. Her fists clenched tightly as if to suppress her anger.

I braced myself, anticipating she would start complaining again.

However, to my surprise, Karen didn't show any further signs of rebellion.

Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Karen finally grasped the hem

of her skirt with both hands.

I inwardly tilted my head at her surprisingly compliant attitude but realised

that, after last night, when she had shown more than just her underwear,

showing her underwear now might not be as distressing.

While I was speculating about her thoughts, Karen suddenly spoke.

"...I have a request."

"What is it?"

"I will follow your orders. But... can you please not record any videos?"

Hearing this, I snorted in displeasure. Karen shuddered and looked at me

fearfully.

Seeing my expression, Karen seemed to think she had angered me and

hastily tried to apologise.

"I-I'm sor—!"

"Fine. I won't record any videos."

"...Huh?"

When I easily agreed to her request, Karen looked at me in disbelief.

I grinned at the dumbfounded Karen.

"Yes, I won't record videos and I won't take photos either. I swear I won't

do anything to leave a record as data."

"I-is that okay?"

"Yes. However, you must keep your end of the bargain too."

Just now, Karen had said with her own mouth.

"I will follow your orders. So, don't record any videos."

In other words, if Karen didn't follow my orders, it would be okay to record

videos. I could boldly shoot erotic videos with Karen's permission.

Realising this, Karen's face stiffened.

I laughed softly and asked my childhood friend.

"What will you do? Will you retract your statement? If you do, we'll start a

filming session now."

"...No, I won't retract it."

"Are you sure? I might give you orders you can't possibly follow and

forcefully take embarrassing footage."

When I asked maliciously, Karen pursed her lips tightly and looked at me

defiantly.

Her attitude said, [If that happens, I'll deal with it.]

She probably planned to take drastic measures if I did what I just suggested

—complain to her parents or school, go to the police or maybe even come

at me with a knife.

Well, that doesn't matter. I never intended to take such roundabout methods

in the first place.

I clapped my hands and lifted the corners of my mouth.

"Alright, then it's a deal. As promised, I'll put away my phone. Now, show

me your underwear."

I put my phone away in my uniform pocket.

Seeing this, Karen took a deep breath as if steeling herself and began to lift

the hem of her skirt.

I was captivated by the gradually revealed whiteness of her thighs. Before I

knew it, I swallowed hard.

I had seen more than this last night but honestly, I was more excited now.

The distance between us was greater back then, and there wasn't much

light. Now, however, Karen is within arm's reach and the living room is

flooded with morning sunlight.

There is no comparison in terms of how well I can admire her body now.

Adding to that, this living room is part of my familiar daily scenery. Here,

Karen is lifting her skirt to reveal her underwear. There's no way I wouldn't

be excited.

I swallowed nervously and focused intently on the scene before me. I had

promised not to leave any records but there was no problem with keeping a

mental record.

Naturally, Karen's movements were slow. However, the fact that she didn't

stop or remove her hands from her skirt showed her resolve.

When her inner thighs were revealed and the light blue fabric covering her

crotch came into view, I couldn't help but exclaim, [Oh!]

Karen blushed deeply and looked away, sensing my excitement.

In a trembling voice, she asked hesitantly, [Is this enough...?]

"No. Lift it higher until I can see everything."

"Ugh..."

Despite her embarrassed moans, Karen obediently lifted her skirt higher as I

had instructed.

About thirty seconds later.

Karen's uniform skirt was lifted high, fully exposing her modest underwear.

I widened my eyes and stared intently at her crotch.

Her simple light blue panties were adorned with a small white ribbon,

adding a cute touch. The fabric was embroidered with white flowers, giving

an impression of both purity and luxury.

It wasn't flashy like black or red nor was it the [obviously seductive] kind

with ties. It was exactly the kind of underwear I liked and I exhaled in

satisfaction.

"...Wonderful."

I murmured involuntarily, and Karen, trembling with shame, spoke up.

"Is that enough...?"

"Not yet. Keep holding up your skirt."

There was no way I would stop here.

If my visual senses were satisfied, the next step was to satisfy my tactile

senses. And not just touch—smell, hearing, and even taste should be

indulged.

I casually reached for Karen's crotch, and slowly stroked the slit over her

panties.

Feeling my fingers on her genitals, Karen tried to pull away and lower her

skirt, but I stopped her with an authoritative voice.

"Don't move!"

"Hii!?"

Karen froze in place, trembling at my sharp command.

I continued in a low voice.

"Keep your skirt up and push your hips forward. I won't repeat myself."

"Yes..."

Forced to lift her skirt and expose her private area to a man who wasn't her

boyfriend, then having her slit stroked without regard—when she tried to

escape, she was scolded harshly.

Tears welled up in Karen's eyes from the constant unreasonable treatment,

but she lifted her skirt again and pushed her hips forward. Satisfied with my

control over my childhood friend, I used my right index finger to slowly

stroke her slit over her panties, up and down. I barely applied any pressure,

lightly caressing. The key was to graze her clitoris while moving my finger

up and down.

I knew from last night that this was Karen's sensitive spot.

Since it was a sensitive area, I avoided stimulating it too intensely. I gently

touched her clitoris through her panties, observing her reaction.

"Mmm... Hah... Ah! No... Haa, haa...♡ Mmm, kuh... Nngh♡"

Karen's voice, coming from above, gradually took on a moaning quality.

Before long, the light blue panties began to dampen. Seeing the faint stain

forming along her slit, I chuckled softly.

Though she didn't seem to realise it, Karen was pushing her hips forward

more eagerly each time my finger moved over her panties, seeking stronger

stimulation. Pleased by this, I started circling around her clitoris, causing

Karen to squirm uncontrollably.

"Haaa...♡"

Watching Karen's hips tremble, I said succinctly:

"I'm going to take them off."

Without waiting for a response, I hooked my fingers into the sides of her

panties and swiftly pulled them down to her knees.

I had intended to take my time removing her underwear, to tease her further,

but the lewd sound and scent of Karen's dripping wet s*x made that

impossible. My self-control wasn't that strong.

"Ah...!"

Karen let out a mixture of a scream and a moan as her most private area

was exposed to the open air.

As for me, I was rendered speechless by the sight of my childhood friend's

pussy.

Her modestly plump mons pubis, adorned with a sparse patch of short pubic

hair, and her glistening slit, wet with arousal, were mesmerising. Above the

slit, her engorged clitoris stood out, quivering.

It was an incredibly erotic sight.

I already knew from last night that Karen found pleasure through her

clitoris. Her clitoral hood was naturally retracted, revealing the sensitive

nub without my intervention.

Staring at the trembling clitoris that seemed to beg for attention, I moved

my face closer to Karen's crotch. Opening my mouth wide, I took her

clitoris into my mouth.

"Hyaaa!?"

Karen let out an uncontrollable scream and released her hold on her skirt.

The skirt fell over my head, plunging my vision into darkness.

Karen grabbed my head through the skirt, trying to pull me away from her

crotch.

Ignoring her attempts, I flicked her clitoris with my tongue, then licked

around it in circles. Finally, I sucked on it with the same vigour one would

suck on a nipple.

"Ahhh! No, Kasuga-kun, don't lick there! You can't, you can't! Ahhh, don't

suck!"

Despite her desperate pleas, Karen's words only heightened my arousal and

didn't deter my actions.

Karen frantically wiggled her hips, trying to escape my tongue, but there

was no way she could evade it.

Even though it made it harder to lick, I reached my hands under her skirt

and grabbed her fleeing hips.

"Hyaah!"

A high-pitched voice escaped Karen's mouth as I squeezed her bare

buttocks, and her hip movements stopped.

Enjoying the feel of her soft flesh, I continued to lavish attention on her

now more accessible clitoris.

"Ah♡ Fuh, kuh, uuu♡ No, stop... really stop♡ Kasuga-kun♡ please...

hya♡ forgive, forgive... ahhh♡"

Naturally, focusing only on the clitoris would be monotonous, so I didn't

neglect to caress her inner and outer labia.

I extended my tongue, inserting the tip into her vagina and exploring the

folds, stirring vigorously inside her.

Karen's hips quivered as she let out melting moans.

"Ah♡ Ah♡ No♡ No♡ This, I, I...♡♡"

Seeing Karen on the brink of her limits, I knew she was close. I delivered

the final blow by attacking her clitoris with all I had.

I kissed it loudly, sucked on it like a baby seeking milk, and finally, gently

bit the swollen nub.

At that moment, Karen let out a howling moan of climax.

"Aaaaah!♡♡ I can't!♡♡ I'm cumming!♡♡ Cumming, cumming, I'm

cumming!♡♡♡"

Simultaneously, warm fluids gushed from Karen's private area, splashing

onto my face with a series of wet sounds.

Opening my mouth wide, I latched onto her slit, greedily drinking the

overflowing juices.

The lewd sounds of liquid echoed in the peaceful living room of the Kasuga

household for a while longer.

Chapter 2.2: Sakura Karen 1

"—Karen? Hey, are you listening, Karen?"

"Huh?"

Karen, who had been staring blankly at nothing, was suddenly brought back

to reality by a shake of her shoulders. When she turned toward the voice,

she saw Makoto Kujo looking at her with concern.

It was lunchtime. The two of them were enjoying a secret rendezvous in the

football club's clubhouse.

Though they were in the clubhouse, the room they were in had a sign on the

door that read [No Boys Allowed!]—the manager's private room. Currently,

there were no third-year managers in the soccer club, and the only second-

year manager, Karen, had control of the room's key.

Recalling the situation, Karen hurriedly apologised to her boyfriend.

"Ah, Makoto-kun, I'm sorry—um, what was it?"

"I was asking if you're free this Monday... Are you okay? You've seemed

off lately and you've been cutting it close to making it to morning practice."

Seeing Makoto's worried face, Karen's expression stiffened slightly. But

before Makoto could notice, she forced a smile to hide her true feelings.

"Sorry to make you worry. I've just been really sleepy in the mornings and

can't seem to wake up.... Spring sleep that knows no dawn [1] This proverb

means that in spring, people tend to sleep deeply and have difficulty waking

up early in the morning , I guess?"

"It's not even spring anymore,"

Makoto laughed, pointing at the June calendar. Karen returned his smile.

Makoto composed himself and continued.

"Well, as long as you're not sick, that's good. So, what about Monday? If

you're free, let's hang out at my place."

The football club had practice matches and official games on both

Saturdays and Sundays, so there were no breaks.

In exchange, Monday was a complete day off. Since it was a weekday, both

of Makoto's working parents would be out. He usually spent this time on

dates with Karen.

Karen knew this well. When Makoto said he wanted to [hang out at home],

it was an invitation for s*x.

Previously, they would go out on a date before heading to Makoto's house

for s*x, but lately, he had been inviting her straight to his place more often.

Thinking about what that implied, Karen shook her head apologetically.

"Sorry. I have plans with my mom this Monday."

"Eeeh, really? That's a shame."

"I'm really sorry."

As Karen apologised again, Makoto suddenly leaned closer, his face inches

from hers.

His right hand reached out and pressed against Karen's ample chest over

her uniform.

Karen let out a small gasp, [Mm!] The sudden stimulation made Makoto

breathe heavily with excitement.

"Well, if you have plans, that's fine. But instead, can you use your

breasts...?"

"...Okay."

Karen hesitated slightly before nodding. She felt a bit of dissatisfaction

toward her boyfriend, who had just been concerned about her well-being

but quickly shifted to seeking pleasure. However, Karen was lying to her

boyfriend.

Karen hesitated slightly before nodding, agreeing to Makoto's request for a

paizuri.

She felt a bit of dissatisfaction toward her boyfriend, who had just been

concerned about her well-being but was now quickly demanding service.

However, Karen was lying to her boyfriend.

Her plans on Monday weren't with her mother but with Kasuga. This guilt

made Karen accept Makoto's desires willingly.

Karen removed her blazer and unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing her

breasts encased in a pastel green bra.

Her heavy breasts strained against the fabric of the bra. Blushing with

embarrassment, Karen reached behind her back to unclasp the bra.

However, Makoto, unable to wait, roughly pushed up her bra, causing her

breasts to spill out into his hands. He immediately began to squeeze her

bare breasts with force.

A small groan escaped Karen's lips under the rough handling.

"kh..."

"The bra's in the way, take it off quickly."

"O-okay..."

Having her favourite underwear called an obstruction, Karen's face showed

a hint of sadness. Makoto, oblivious to this, buried his face in her cleavage,

exhaling in satisfaction.

While absentmindedly gazing down at Kujou's head, Karen thought to

herself.

'Kasuga-kun always comments on my underwear...'

Since Kasuga had made her climax dramatically with cunnilingus two days

ago, he seemed to have developed a taste for it. He had been persistently

licking her s*x both yesterday morning and this morning as well.

Each time, Kasuga would always give his opinion on her underwear. He'd

say things like [The ribbon is cute], [The embroidery is beautiful], [It's pure

and elegant], [Wonderful], [Perfect], Di molto bene [2] extremely well in

Italian language, but also i think it's a JoJo reference Diavolo and so on.

It might have been a tactic to embarrass Karen. However, she preferred this

over being ignored entirely. Still, that didn't mean she intended to forgive

Kasuga for what he had done and continued to do.

After reaching his climax by sandwiching his penis between Karen's

breasts, Kujo began to dress himself.

He didn't bother to try to satisfy Karen or even wipe the semen off her face

and chest.

Up until now, Karen had been somewhat dissatisfied with her boyfriend's

behaviour but she had dismissed it as typical of boys. Her friends' stories

about their boyfriends were similar.

But now, Karen felt a stronger dissatisfaction with her boyfriend. Perhaps it

was because she had come to know someone who not only satisfied himself

but also made sure to satisfy Karen and who took care of the aftermath.

As the image of her next-door childhood friend crossed her mind, Karen let

out a heavy sigh for reasons she herself didn't fully understand.

—

"『Don't you find Kasuga-kun a bit scary because you can't really tell what

he's thinking?』"

When she was a child, Karen would occasionally hear this from her female

friends.

Each time, she would deny it, saying, [Makoto-kun isn't scary at all!] But to

be honest, she could somewhat understand why people found Kasuga

intimidating.

Kasuga was taller than most boys in their grade and had a solid build.

Coupled with his quiet nature and unsociable demeanour, his presence was

imposing, especially to girls.

Of course, Karen never found Kasuga scary. She knew that despite his few

words, he was considerate of those around him, and when he did smile, his

usually stern face could be quite charming.

Until about the age of ten, they would play together and get covered in

mud. As Karen's body started to develop more feminine features, their time

spent together gradually decreased. Nonetheless, with their homes being

next to each other, they remained much closer than she was with other boys.

However, Karen never felt romantic feelings for Makoto-kun. To her,

Kasuga was a good friend and, in a sense, like family. The Sakura and

Kasuga families were close, often going on vacations together during

summer breaks.

Because of this, Karen felt like Kasuga was family and she had no doubt

that Kasuga felt the same way.

When Kujo asked her out three years ago, Karen was genuinely happy.

Kujo was excellent in academics, a star in the football club, and

charismatic, always at the centre of social circles. He had looks that rivalled

idols and a great sense of fashion. There were probably dozens of girls who

admired him.

Naturally, she was thrilled to be asked out by such a person and gladly

accepted his proposal.

She didn't consult Kasuga about it but it wasn't out of malice. Few girls

would consult their siblings when a boy asked them out. Likewise, few

boys would consult their sisters when a girl asked them out.

To Karen, it was as simple as that.

There was just one issue: what to call Kujo. He wanted her to call him by

his first name like lovers do, but she felt awkward about calling him

[Makoto] right after they started dating.

Calling him [Makoto-san] felt strange to her. Her mother addressed her

father with [-san,] which Karen associated with married couples.

She considered calling him by a nickname, but Kujo didn't like that. In the

end, she decided to call him [Makoto-kun].

This was also Kujo's preference. Although Karen mentioned she had a

childhood friend with the same name, Kujo said, [Then just change what

you call him].

Karen hesitated but didn't want to argue with her new boyfriend so soon.

She figured that Kasuga, who was always calm and collected, wouldn't

mind being called either [Kasuga-kun] or [Makoto-kun].

And so, Karen changed the way she addressed Kasuga.

When Karen told Kasuga about the change in how she would address him,

as expected, he didn't seem to care. At least, that's how it appeared to

Karen.

However, from that day onward, the way Kasuga looked at Karen grew

colder. By the time she realised this, already thrilled with her first

boyfriend, the rift between them had grown too deep to bridge.

—

That night, Karen stood by the window, masturbating completely naked. In

the room across from hers, Kasuga was also naked, stroking his penis.

Morning cunnilingus and nightly masturbation had become a daily routine.

"Mmm♡ Mmm♡ Haa, haau♡ Ah, ah♡"

Karen moved closer to the window, spreading her legs wide and pushing

her hips out. She did this to give Kasuga a better view of her crotch. She

vigorously rubbed her clitoris and swayed her hips side to side, eagerly

trying to entertain Kasuga.

She was following his orders.

Doing as he said would please Kasuga. The more he enjoyed it, the sooner

this shameful time would end.

So, Karen continued to display a lewd behaviour that would make anyone

else cover their eyes in embarrassment. She told herself it was something

she had to do, suppressing the pleasure that arose from being watched by

Kasuga.

Then.

"『Good job, Karen. You look so beautiful.』"

"—♡"

Hearing Kasuga's pleased voice from the phone, Karen shivered down her

spine.

She was suppressing her shame, moving lewdly to please Kasuga. Kasuga

recognized her efforts and praised her.

This wasn't a one-time thing. Kasuga always noticed when Karen acted

voluntarily and praised her for it. Each time he did, Karen felt not just

physically but also emotionally stripped naked.

That shivering feeling down her spine was something Karen didn't dislike.

"Please, keep watching...♡"

Karen said to the phone, stopping her clitoral stimulation and wrapping her

hands around her breasts, lifting them up.

It looked as though she was showing off her ample bust, but Karen had

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