We were lying side by side on a tatami mat inside the hut.
More accurately, we were sleeping in each other’s arms.
I had generated an extra mat and draped it over us like a comforter, but that was only slightly better than having nothing at all.
With no lighting and the windows closed, the room was pitch black.
The only things I could truly feel were our body heat and the sound of our breathing.
Just sleeping next to my cute childhood friend made me nervous enough as it was, but she smelled intoxicatingly good, and even through her uniform, her soft breasts were pressed firmly against me, their shape changing as they conformed to my chest plate.
In a situation like this, not reacting would have been the impossible miracle.
I was desperately praying that Senryu wouldn’t notice.
“Sō-kun”
“I…!”
Senryu called my name in a soft voice.
My heart gave a violent start.
“You’ve already had dinner, but are you still producing mushrooms?”
It was a dirty joke.
The kind of dirty joke guys tell that women tend to hate.
I suppose turning a blind eye is supposed to be chivalrous, but having noticed it, maybe Chiyu’s form of mercy was just letting it slide as a joke.
”…Sorry. That is, if I left them alone, they’d get absorbed into the Inventory.”
I was just going to play it off as a joke and call it a day.
That, at least, was my plan.
The arms Chiyo had wrapped around my back released their hold, only to drift down—toward my groin.
Then, with a rhythmic motion… shushu… she started moving it.
“C-C-Chiyo… !?”
“I heard that holding it in is painful.”
“H-Huh? No, I mean, yeah, it does hurt, but…”
Never expecting Chiyo to initiate something like this myself, I stumbled over my words.
Leaving me flustered behind, her hands moved; the fly of my pants unhooked, the zipper lowered, exposing it.
It stood at full attention, asserting its arousal into the open air.
“So this is what you look like.”
Chiyo’s slender, pale fingers moved up and down slowly.
“It’s obvious that you like me.”
Her movements were awkward, making it clear that my childhood friend was by no means experienced in this.
“But, Sō-kun is kind.”
Since a moment ago, the sound of her breathing had been brushing against his neck, sending waves through him that were both ticklish and arousing—a strange, intense sensation.
“I can see you’re probably thinking it’s cheap to confess now, trying to keep us as childhood friends…”
Fitting for two who had known each other since kindergarten; he was fully read by her.
Besides, his feelings seemed to have been discovered long ago.
…In other words, wasn’t this act Chiyu’s way of answering him?
“You don’t have to confess until we get back to Earth… but…”
The soft warmth of Chiyu’s fingers moved with a shick… shick… motion, the fluid leaking from the tip making the movements impossibly smooth.
“Just so you know, I don’t mind doing this kind of thing with Sō-kun.”
In the darkness, relying on the sound of her breath to find Chiyu’s face, he closed the distance and pressed his own face against hers.
He could sense her tilting her head, as if she had caught his intent.
The first attempt missed slightly, landing on her cheek. Even that skin felt burning hot—was it because she was excited, or perhaps nervous? Maybe both.
On the second try, their lips finally met.
Her lips were impossibly soft and moist.
It felt as though I was touching clouds.
After exchanging several more kisses that were nothing more than brushing lips together, our movements gradually intensified.
Eventually, the motion grew heated, as if we were trying to bite down on each other’s lips.
Though we hadn’t coordinated a thing, our movements linked up in perfect sync, flowing without any stuttering or hesitation.
All the while, Chigana’s hand never stopped, continuing its steady up-and-down rhythm—shhh… shhh…
“Mm… pfff… that hotness of yours…”
My technique wasn’t exactly skilled, but it didn’t matter.
The mere fact that Chigana was doing it sent my arousal to its peak, birthing a pleasure beyond words.
Was this because it was our first time, or would it always be like this going forward?
The pleasure was so exquisite I wanted to savor it forever, yet so stimulating that I couldn’t hold back much longer.
Before I knew it, my limit arrived far sooner than when using my own hand.
“Chigana… gah, I’m…”
I could tell Chiyu was chuckling. It was a sound brimming with delight.
It was a lewd, coquettish giggle—completely uncharacteristic of the flat affect she usually spoke with.
“Go ahead, So-kun. Just like this… let your favorite childhood friend’s hand give you that ssshhh.”
Chiyu’s voice, blown directly into my eardrums, raced up my spine like a bolt of lightning.
As if the shockwave had physically manifested, a stream of milky white fluid erupted from Chiyu’s hand.
“I know what your kink is, childhood friend. Ssshh, sssh, sssh.”
While saying this, as if squeezing out the last drop, Chiyu moved her hand in time with her words.
Her hands, her wrists, probably even her midsection—white fluid was splattered all over them, yet she showed no sign of caring.
I lay there, legs gone, caught in a daze of bliss, but eventually, I managed to gather my wits and think.
――Oh, right. The dirt on the futon and clothes? Just stash them in my Inventory and delete the stains.
――And for Chiyu’s hand, a wet towel will wipe it clean, or soap if needed.
Maybe getting dirty wasn’t such a big deal after all.
Lost in those thoughts, I heard a squelching sound as Chiyu opened and closed her hand.
“It’s like this,” she said. “It’s really runny… warm, and it smells weird. Plus, there’s a huge amount of it.”
“I’m sorry, Chiyu.”
As I apologized, Chiyu leaned in to kiss me.
In the darkness, she must have missed her target, because her lips landed on my nose instead.
But she didn’t seem to mind, continuing to move until her lips finally made contact with mine.
With a soft chu, she spoke.
“Not ‘thank you,’ right?”
Her tone was back to its usual self.
”…Thank you.”
“You mean ‘As expected of you, Chiyu-sama’?”
I could feel the atmosphere returning to normal.
“Even though it’s your first time, as expected of you, Chiyu-sama.”
“The result of visualization training.”
“You’ve been doing visualization training?”
“The same number of times I’ve imagined myself becoming yours.”
“That sounds like quite a lot.”
Upon hearing that, I sensed Chiyu nodding in satisfaction.
And so, we kept wrestling with each other for a while.
“Hey, Sou-kun.”
“Hm?”
”…Can I go next?”
Hearing that, I realized it was only me who had gotten comfortable with the situation.
“Ah, ah, yeah, of course.”
Though I hurriedly replied like that, my mind was in a panic, unable to figure out what the ideal next step should be.
“It’s fine. Just touch me.”
“Ah, ah, yes.”
“Before that, though, I want to wipe my hands clean.”
“Yeah… you’re right! Here’s a towel. Ah, should I get the water and bucket too?”
“For now, just the towel is enough. We can deal with the rest later.”
I placed the towel within reach and handed it to her.
After she finished wiping, she grabbed my hand and guided it inside her skirt.
“You probably want to sniff, but save it for another time.”
“Who is that version of me in your head who’s so stubbornly obsessed with scent?”
And then, my finger touched her underwear—and at that moment.
A gust of wind suddenly blew, shaking the trees, and the rustling of the leaves echoed through the air.
“Shiro, we’re here? Wait, what’s this stone wall? Whoa…”
“Machi-san, save the shock for later. Can you check if Kunou-kun is around? It’s probably that hut over there.”
“Huh? Hm… Whoa, actually, there really is a hut. Maybe Kunou knew we’d make it this far.”
“Ask him about it later, after we meet him? For now, we’re just suspicious strangers, don’t you think?”
“Oh right, that’s true. Kunou~! Anyone in there~? It’s me!”
“Yeah, at least give your name, Machi-chan.”
“No, given how close me and Kunou are, he’d know who it is just by the voice.”
“But wait, Kunou-kun… In that dream just now, even though Machi-chan was right there with you, didn’t you grab Mr. Iyama’s hand?…”
”…No, Chiyu is apparently my childhood friend. And, besides, she was closer.”
Thanks to the audio leak, the speakers were identified.
One of them was likely Machi Aran, a highly social gyaru.
The other was unclear, but given their rapport with Aran, it was probably one of the female students friendly with her.
And Mashiro is, probably, related to the ability of summoning.
It’s unclear how this gyaru, wielding the Mofu Mofu Summoning Ability, got here or what she intends to do.
But I can’t just ignore her.
“Umm, Chiyu…?”
“Soap, water, bucket.”
“Youp.”
The voice of my childhood friend listing out what to arrange was unusually cold.
For Chiyu, I must be an obstacle, but I am a valuable other transmigrator and a friend.
I hurriedly pulled my pants back on, arranged various things, opened the window for Chiyu to let the moonlight into the hut, told her I’d make it up to her properly, and then quietly stepped outside.
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