My Japanese Childhood Friend Is Too Flirty

59. A Childhood Friend’s… Bloomers, For the Purpose of Seduction. (2)

“Hehe, heehee…”

I stole glances at Aki’s back, which seemed to be in an unusually good mood.

Aki’s outfit was a pair of bloomers so short that the *erector spinae* and the flesh beneath her bottom, along with her fair thighs, were completely exposed, hanging by a thread.

Probably 100 out of 100 men wouldn’t be able to help but look at her with a l*stful gaze, it was such a stimulating getup.

It goes without saying, but because I’m also a man, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Aki.

“Ah, is it a little too salty…?”

“……”

I’m realizing it anew, but.

Aki’s figure is really, hard to believe she’s just a high school girl.

That huge something, sticking out to the side, even visible from behind, pushed by the tightly fastened apron’s belt.

That bottom swaying slightly to either side, matching the rhythm of her humming.

That feeling like healthiness is overflowing to the point of explosion, those bouncy thighs that, no joke, make me even want to poke them a little…

‘…Wow.’

Is it because of the outfit?

Even the slightly tanned marks following the bikini line on her fair skin only look like a single s*xy point, to the point that I couldn’t help but admire it inwardly.

What on earth was God thinking, bestowing such a perfect figure upon Aki?

Her face is so pretty and cute, her personality so bubbly that it’s impossible to dislike her, no matter how hard I try.

“Hmm, just a tad lacking…”

Aki, having tasted with a spoon, tilts her head.

It was nothing, a simple gesture, but due to the incredibly revealing outfit she’s wearing, even the smallest movement makes parts of her body jiggle, creating a strangely suggestive scene.

Especially, that backside.

Whether intentional or not, every time Aki stirs the pot with the ladle, it subtly sways…

“……”

This is why I can’t even glance at other girls when Aki’s around.

Whatever she wears, she’s cute, pretty, and s*xy, so utterly perfect, that any other girl standing next to her just looks like a child.

How could I ever perceive any other girl as a woman when Aki exists?

“Okay, done.”

“……”

I stared blankly at Aki’s firmly defined spinal erectors, and thought to myself.

Bloomers, dolphin shorts, a bikini.

In terms of skin exposure, there really shouldn’t be a vast difference between the three, so why does only the bloomers appear so provocative?

Is it because I have a fixed idea that the former two are for special events, and the latter is something that many people commonly wear…?

“Woo-joo-chan, the cooking’s almost done, so I’m going to the bathroom for a sec~”

“Ah, yeah. Go ahead.”

-Wooong, woo-wooong.

Right when I was seriously contemplating ‘Why do bloomers look so s*xy?’, the cellphone I had placed on the table loudly rang.

Wondering what it was, I checked and saw it was a video call. The caller was Mom.

“Who is it, Woo-joo-chan?”

“My mom.”

“Oh, really? Should I say hello too?”

“Nah, just go to the bathroom. It’s probably nothing important anyway.”

A regular call would be one thing, but I couldn’t possibly include Aki in a video call while she’s dressed in bloomers.

I nicely told Aki to head off, and leisurely answered the phone.

“Hello, Mom?”

[Oh, son! You look like you’ve lost some weight~? And your shoulders have broadened a bit, too.]

As soon as I answered, Mom’s face appeared on the screen, and my face was also visible in the small corner below on the left. Seeing how bright the surroundings were, it seemed like it was morning in America now.

‘Washington D.C. is 13 hours behind Korea, so…’

If it’s half-past seven here, it must be half-past six over there.

Even as I thought it was quite early to be calling, I answered with a loud voice, filled with warmth.

“Ah, I must look that way because I’ve lost a bit of weight. But Mom, isn’t it morning there right now?”

[Yeah, it is. Your dad and I were getting ready for work together. Wanna see your dad’s face?]

Mom turned the screen to the side, showing Dad.

With the US presidential election just around the corner, he must be terribly busy, because he looked worn out, but he waved lightly in this direction.

[You… Don’t you ever get married, son…]

[Oh, what are you saying? It’s been a while since we’ve seen our son’s face, don’t say strange things. Joo Si-won?]

[As long as we see he’s healthy and doing well, isn’t that enough?]

He spoke as if he wasn’t interested, but I knew that Dad cared about me more than anyone else. The proof was the Dad’s card in my wallet.

[Oh, come on, that’s not true… Ah, right, son. You’re on vacation from this week, right?]

“Yes, it’s vacation. School starts again in the middle of August.”

[How about coming to America sometime during the break?]

“Huh, to America…?”

[Yeah, when you’re at school, you go every day, so you’re less lonely, but during vacation you’ll be home often, right? So, for about three weeks. Excluding the last week so you can rest too, what do you say?]

‘She wants me to come to America…?’

The suggestion came so suddenly, I couldn’t say anything right away.

America wasn’t exactly next door. It wasn’t like I could just say ‘Yes, I’ll go’ and head right over.

[Why? Don’t you want to come?]

“Ah, no. It’s not that…. Um, I think I need to think about it…? I have to catch up on the stuff I missed during the semester, and study, and…. Uh, and I still have a lot to do….”

[Woo-joo, is it because of Aki?]

“……Huh?”

I flinched.

Having been hit right on the mark, I clamped my mouth shut.

Seeing my reaction, Mom smiled knowingly, and then pointed at me from across the screen, laughing playfully.

[Aish, this is why raising sons is all for naught, you know? His girlfriend is more important than the mom and dad who raised him diligently for 17 years, so he won’t come where Mom and Dad are~!]

“No, it’s not that…. Um, what I mean is….”

[What do you mean it’s not? It’s written all over your face!]

[Woo-joo, don’t mind her. Eun-hye is just teasing you.]

“……Ah, really?”

[Oh, you’re doing this on purpose. Even if you come to America, you won’t be able to see us properly anyway. Things are crazy here because of the election. We’re working overtime almost every day. So, just study in Korea.]

[Ahn Ju-siwon, do you want to die? It’s no fun if you say that…!]

It was a joke. Thank goodness…

[Alright, if you’re done talking, let’s hang up. We need to head out now.]

[Tch, alright…. Son, since you’re living alone, don’t skip meals, and eat well. Study hard too, alright?]

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll do well so you and Dad won’t have to fret.”

[Okay, Mommy and Daddy believe in our son~? Love you, son~]

“…I, I love you too.”

[Heh, okay~ Hang up~]

*Click.*

The phone call ended.

I shouldn’t have said, ‘I love you too,’ at the end…

– *Creak.*

“Phone call done, Uju~chan?”

Aki, who was waiting at the corner of the living room, peeked her head out. I nodded to indicate yes.

“But Uju~chan. It’s not like Atashi was trying to listen in or anything, but I heard your mother was saying something about America and all that. What did she say?”

“Ah, that? It’s nothing much. She just asked if I wanted to come and live in America for a little while since it’s vacation. Not for long, about 3 weeks…”

“…3 weeks?!”

Aki’s eyes widened.

“Uju~chan. Su, surely, you’re not going to go, are you?”

“Huh? No. I’m not going.”

“…Ah, you’re not going? Why?”

“Why, well…because…”

Because her asking me to come was a joke.

Just as I was about to say that, Aki murmured, ‘Ah…,’ and parted her lips slightly.

“Ho, perhaps…. It’s because of Atashi…?”

“…Huh?”

“Because Atashi is in Korea, you don’t want to be apart…?!”

“…….”

That’s not it…

“Yeah, right. Because Aki’s here in Korea…”

“Huh, really?”

“Uh-huh, really.”

It wasn’t, not really, but when Aki looked at me with such hopeful eyes, I simply couldn’t say no.

And so, without batting an eye, I spun a benevolent lie.

“…Woo-joo~chan!”

Aki practically flew at me, her feet barely touching the ground.

*Thwack*, *Smush*.

She threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tight, tilting up on her toes to press her chest firmly against me.

“I’m so moved…!”

“…Huh?”

“That you didn’t go to America because of me…! I’m so, so moved, seriously…!”

“Ah, yeah…”

“Oh, but, if Woo-joo~chan stays in Korea, won’t your mother think it’s because of me?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so…?”

“No, she might. Even if Woo-joo~chan says it’s not, your mother could think that way, right? And it’s not entirely untrue either. Woo-joo~chan really *is* staying because of me…”

“No, that…”

“Woo-joo~chan, maybe you *should* go to America? If you don’t go during vacation, it’ll be too obvious that it’s because of me, and your mother might dislike me…”

“…….”

Beating the drum and playing the janggu, doing it all by herself, really.

She must have written an entire melodramatic saga in her head, because Aki was already talking about mother-in-law troubles, looking up at me with worried eyes.

I almost burst out laughing, but I forcibly suppressed it, remembering a sad story I’d seen on YouTube not long ago.

“Yeah, it seems like going is the right thing to do. Of course, *I*, I’ll be thinking of Woo-joo~chan every single day for the three weeks you’re gone, spending my nights crying from loneliness…”

‘Is she telling me to go, or not…?’

She’ll be lonely and crying every night if I’m gone, which makes me want to not go, even if I did.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to go.”

I patted Aki on the back.

“I told them I need to study, that I need to get ahead on the curriculum during vacation, and they said I could just study in Korea then. So you don’t need to worry about that.”

And so I spoke, mixing lies and truth, so that Aki could feel at ease.

……And then.

“……Woo-joo~chwan.”

Aki tilted her head, looking up at me.

“Can I k*ss you?”

“Huh? Out of the blue?”

“Yeah, I just suddenly wanted to.”

“……Well, I don’t really mind.”

The words hadn’t even finished leaving my mouth when our lips met.

Aki, standing on tiptoe with one foot, clung to me as if her life depended on it, k*ssing me hard.

Thanks to that, I had to hold her tight, supporting her firmly, and as soon as she felt a little more balanced, she demanded me with a force that tilted our heads slightly.

“Mmm, *tchuu*….”

‘……Has the engine started?’

Today’s k*ss is more intense than usual.

Well, I don’t dislike k*ssing Aki either, so I guess I’m glad if she’s like this.

“……Hng, mmh.”

Her clothes barely covering her midriff, it was hard to find a place to hold on, so when I gently placed my palm on her bare skin, a suggestive breath escaped Aki’s lips.

For a moment, I thought Aki was doing this to tell me not to touch there.

But as I tried to pull my hand away slightly, Aki grabbed my wrist and, as if urging me to touch her more, guided it to the top of her hips herself.

“If you want to touch, you can touch… …It’s okay for Woo-joo~chwan.”

“……”

The plump flesh of Aki’s buttocks, touching my fingertips.

Perhaps because she was wearing tight bloomers, they felt even fuller than usual.

It’s a slightly crazy thought, but. I bet squeezing and kneading here would feel amazing.

“Heh, won’t you touch…?”

“……”

Of course, I only thought it.

Really, just thought it.

That kind of intense skinship is still a bit early for us…

“Even like this, you still won’t touch me…?”

When I didn’t move rashly, Aki took my wrist and started to gently stroke it over her body here and there, as if it were her own hand.

From her ribs, exposed beneath the cropped-top-like bloomer top, to her lower abdomen, waist, hips, pale thighs, and the backs of her knees…

Tracing once more nearly everything within reach of my arm, and finally, reaching upward.

A presence too immense to be masked by bloomers, my hand drawn to the soft, yielding swell of her chest.

Tap.

…Before I quite touched.

“Mm, what is it…?”

“…You can’t touch there.”

I stilled my hand.

Up until now, we’d been teetering on the edge of acceptable.

But from here, it would be undeniably, explicitly erotic.

A line we, as minors, shouldn’t cross…

“…Heh.”

Whether she was testing me, or genuinely desired to be touched, I couldn’t say.

But Aki smirked, as if she expected this all along.

“…Come here, Uju-chan.”

Aki gently pulled me in, seating me in a chair at the table.

Then, with deliberate care, she arranged the dinner she’d prepared on the table, along with a bowl of rice.

And onto my lap, as I sat there.

…Facing me, head-on, no less.

She slid onto my lap, casually embracing me with an innocent expression.

“There, I set it all out for you… Now eat.”

“…What?”

“You can eat the rice if you like. …Or you can eat *me*.”