Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 1

What was the "final choice" that Shuga, who had been raging like a madwoman, vowing to slaughter Atlantia Princess—whom she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hadn't even properly seen in the face—for taking her childhood friend of 15 years, Kaldir's virginity, and Kaldir herself for offering it up?

Sharpening a knife to kill Kaldir the moment she returned to this planetary fortress, turning her into a corpse she could fuck without worry and admire all to herself? Asking Aurora to storm Earth right then and there to separate the princess and Kaldir? Or just stamping her feet in frustration and agonizing?

Surprisingly, Shuga chose none of those three. Upon hearing the news of Kaldir that Aurora relayed, she had exploded in such extreme fury at first, but now—perhaps her mind clouded from blood loss after slashing her wrists with a cutter knife while picturing Kaldir's face—she was holed up in a corner of the fortress, spacing out blankly, bursting into sobs one moment, then suddenly cackling like a maniac the next, her emotions swinging wildly.

"Ehehehe... hehehe... Kaldir, Kaldir. Yeah... you ditching me to fool around with some other bitch? What kinda bullshit is that? I love you, Kaldir..."

Now Shuga was even seeing visions of Kaldir, hugging them tight and planting kisses in midair. If she suddenly bowed her head and wailed, it was because the vision had vanished from sight; if she sprang up laughing as if renewed, it was because it had returned—you could chalk it up to that.

Kaldir, sensing even vaguely what might happen if she left such a Shuga behind even briefly, had brewed medicine for her childhood friend. But that drug only suppressed the physical symptoms of lovesickness—Shuga vomiting blood and thrashing in fits during Kaldir's absence—it did nothing for the psychotic breaks.

To carry out my plan, I need to meet those people I'm thinking of in person right now... but in the meantime, something big could happen to Shuga at least, so it'd be smart to prepare countermeasures before I go.

Even without her Akashic Records ability, Kaldir's intellect—far superior to any non-powered individual's—enabled eerily accurate "predictions," and for localized events, those let her respond as if peering into the future with precognition.

Thus, among her close friends, she had foreseen particular trouble with Shuga if she left even briefly, and accordingly brewed her that medicine. But Shuga's pathological symptoms had long surpassed Kaldir's predictions.

Shuga's feelings for Kaldir had transcended mere "childhood friendship" or even "love," devolving into manic obsession. At that point, she couldn't even sit still and fret, let alone devise a plausible scheme to wrest Kaldir back from the princess's clutches.

"Ung? Kaldir...? Why's your body keep going transparent...? No! Don't leave me! Please! Waaah..."

Now she was plopping down again, bawling like a child—it seemed the vision had hidden itself once more. The sight was so utterly pitiful that no one would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠think to mock a 15-year-old for sniveling pathetically, nor dare approach with words of comfort; an aura hung about her making it impossible.

Pushed to the psychological brink of extremes, Shuga resolved to walk a path that might be her very last choice—not just of the day, but perhaps of her entire life. A life without Kaldir was unimaginable, but having lived it once for real... she couldn't go on like this anymore. A life without Kaldir held no meaning for her.

That's right. If I die... if my life ends... I won't have to suffer Kaldir's absence anymore. And rather than killing Kaldir with my own hands, letting her return to find my cold corpse would deliver a far greater shock to that slut.

With that thought, her mind eased. Moments ago she couldn't even hold herself up, but now she stood on her own two feet. She walked straight to the room she shared with Kaldir, pulled paper and a pen from the desk, and began scrawling her suicide note.

She'd never seriously contemplated death before, yet once the pen touched paper, the note flowed out effortlessly. No more, no less—just a single A4 page, straightforward and to the point. It basically dumped all blame for future events onto Kaldir.

Not many would be driven to suicide after just a week apart from their beloved, but for Shuga—who'd masturbated to thoughts of Kaldir so obsessively it turned to self-harm—whipping out a noose as her final resort after leaving this note felt, in a way, perfectly natural.

"Heh... hehehe, I loved you, Kaldir... Hope we connect in the next life... No, actually, I hope we never meet again. Better not to start a love that won't connect anyway."

Clatter! Leaving the single-page note spread visibly on the desk, Shuga didn't step outside the room. She looped a rope over the ceiling, climbed onto a chair, and once resolved, slipped the noose around her neck and kicked the chair away with her foot.

Gack, guh, krrrk... After days without proper sleep or food, gaunt and haggard, she'd agonized endlessly before choosing suicide—yet as the rope tightened, blurring her vision, she clawed at it belatedly, thrashing her legs desperately to touch the floor.

For all her head-wringing to make this choice, the primal survival instinct of a living being was formidable. Ngh, nngh... Breath burning, throat crushed, blood pounding in her skull. I want to live. Only at death's door did she crave life. Wait, come to think... if I die like this, I'll never see Kaldir again... Why did I want to die?

Shuga flailed wildly, her white rabbit ears atop her head twitching violently in plain view. But no use—her feet couldn't reach the floor, and the rope showed no sign of giving. She'd chosen thick new rope on purpose, fearing an old one might snap.

I want to live. Live fiercely. So please, give me... a second chance... She babbled that to no one in particular amid her struggles, but soon enough—about a minute in—her rabbit ears drooped limp, and her thrashing limbs pointed downward, motionless.

Over her fading consciousness flashed 15 years of life like a montage. It probably wouldn't happen, but if—just if—she got a second chance... she'd never make such a foolish choice again. She'd confess to Kaldir somehow, date her, marry her, bear her children someday, and live peacefully. Too late for regrets now, though...

The first scene from that long reel wasn't anything else: New Year's, cake ready ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to surprise Kaldir, hiding in the closet—only to catch her squeezing milk from her breasts, heat rising unbidden... and before she knew it, slipping off her panties to finger herself.

"Ahh... Never leaked before... haven't even had kids yet... and suddenly colostrum's pouring out... gotta milk it before anyone sees..."

Kaldir had muttered that, unbuttoning her shirt and bra, shoving one breast into a glass jar and squeezing with both hands. Hah, haah... Shuga, hidden in the closet, missed her cue to jump out, breath hitching uncontrollably as she masturbated right there.

What Shuga witnessed that New Year's—ushering in her 15th year—was Kaldir's nipples beading with white fluid for the first time, milking her colostrum. Inches away, exposed to the full blast of Kaldir's female seduction pheromones specialized for temptation, Shuga's long-smoldering crush ignited like wildfire.

Aahh, those plump, firm tits of Kaldir's—I wanna sink my teeth in and suck 'em dry... They'd shared a bed under one blanket, stripping carefree as girls do, yet she'd never realized. Kaldir squeezing her own breasts so hard, lost in it... it was obscenely lewd.

They knew each other's bodies like shadows, and Kaldir had shown ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠zero interest in "sex" till then, never even masturbated. If this "milking" counted as one... then Kaldir was having her first orgasm right before Shuga's eyes.

"Nngh... if I stay here any longer... I'll discover new things... before it's too late... before my body gets weirder... gotta start the plan now..."

Mumbling nonsense Shuga couldn't parse, Kaldir focused on milking, filling several bottles from one breast before tackling the other, swollen to bursting. Once relieved, sweat beading on her brow, she wiped it off casually, dressed properly, and left as if nothing happened.

What... the hell did I just see? Her head full of Kaldir's tits now—no party surprise mattered. Kaldir... left, right? Yeah? Then... that, that stuff... just one sip! Just... a taste...!

"N-no... can't... just one sip and stopping... impossible..."

Once safe, Shuga burst from the closet, snatched a bottle of Kaldir's colostrum, chugged it like a fiend—forgetting her resolve, draining the whole pile. It was that delicious. Thus, on milk at least, Shuga pulled one step ahead of Atlantia Princess.