Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Part 2
Atlantia Princess had claimed Kaldir's first kiss, her first caresses, her first orgasm, her first nursing, her first experience, her first anal—virtually everything. But Shuga, leveraging her advantage as Kaldir's childhood friend from infancy, had edged ahead of the princess in a few key areas.
Who was the first among Kaldir's peers to see her naked? Shuga, of course. Same sex and all, they'd strip down without a second thought, huddle under one blanket, and embark on adventures in dreamland. Shuga was also the one who'd dragged Kaldir—who insisted she was a superhuman who didn't need baths—into the shower or tub together.
"Superhuman or not, people have to wash up, Kaldir! I'll lather you up myself, so come on!"
"Shuga... I still have... stuff to do..."
Putting birthday hats on each other at parties, fetching cakes and lighting candles—it was all part of their mutual routine. They'd play, study, and eat together too. When Kaldir stubbornly claimed she could go forever without eating, drinking, or sleeping and never die, Shuga had plugged her ears and stuck to her like glue until she finally won her over. No one else but Shuga.
Rumors of their intimate bond spread quickly across the entire planetary fortress. Fitting for best friends, even their bra sizes matched, and people whispered as common knowledge that they shared underwear. Shuga's little sister, Solt—who was six years younger—would even complain that her big sis liked "Kaldir sis" more than her own sibling. That's how close they were.
"Ahh, Kaldir... your body... it's so beautiful... Getting turned on by naked pics of my childhood friend... I might go to hell for this... but my fingers keep heading to my pussy..."
Their bond was tight, but Shuga's feelings ran far deeper. Once Kaldir started lactating and exuding her seduction pheromones everywhere, Shuga lost her soul to her completely. Her obsession grew by the day.
It got so bad that Shuga would bounce around hyperventilating just for sharing the same air as Kaldir, or press her lips to a cup Kaldir had used, squealing about an "indirect kiss." But no matter how over-the-top Shuga got, Kaldir never pushed her away—in fact, she'd draw even closer.
"Oh, perfect timing, Shuga. Have you seen my underwear? Lately, my panties keep disappearing..."
Whether Kaldir knew Shuga's feelings or not, she always treated her with that same innocent smile... She was the only one Kaldir spoke casually to, sweetly and affectionately, even though Kaldir used formal speech with peers or juniors if she sensed any distance.
"Wh-wh-wh-what...? I-I-I... I have no idea! Absolutely not!"
Shuga felt guilty toward Kaldir's bright smile, sweating bullets and stammering excuses in front of her multiple times. Anyone could see she was the prime suspect for stealing the underwear they shared, but back then, she'd blurt out ridiculous denials anyway. Why'd she do that?
Shuga had secretly masturbated thinking of Kaldir or written hidden diary entries about her for ages. But it escalated fast: installing hidden cameras to film Kaldir naked, jerking off to the footage, then slicing her wrists with a cutter for blood-soaked pleasure. It took mere days.
Wondering what the final stage of self-harm—suicide—might feel like, she'd even lightly tighten a rope around her neck now and then. The ropes she'd used before weren't the same as the one now sentencing her to death, but Shuga's feelings for Kaldir were light-years from ordinary "love."
Not a metaphor—literally, Shuga had shared a bed with Kaldir, holding hands and sleeping innocently, yet she'd claimed Kaldir's first virgin milk. It was just the tip of the iceberg. If she hadn't blacked out that day, Shuga might have taken Kaldir's first experience instead of the princess.
A second personality buried deep in Shuga's subconscious—one vowing to claim Kaldir no matter what—was starting to rear its head. Unable to hold back any longer, one day Shuga slipped sleep meds into water and handed it to Kaldir casually. That night, she made an excuse to enter Kaldir's room later, planning to finish everything.
"She'd never suspect—I brought her water every evening for days... Hehe, Kaldir... you're my woman..."
By now, Kaldir's probably stripped naked like always and sleeping soundly. Saves me the effort. All that's left is to go in and fuck her. Easier than blinking. Hehe, time to open the door and—
The moment Shuga opened the door to the room they'd shared—exactly as usual—she was hit by a lethal dose of seduction pheromones, passed out, and collapsed. Ironically, the superhuman Kaldir, whom she'd tried to drug, was immune and wide awake.
More than awake—she'd been preparing to leave for another planet to enact her long-delayed "plan," leaving a letter for her best friend Shuga.
Was this payback for trying to drug her and do all sorts of lewd things? When Shuga finally came to, two days had passed since Kaldir left the fortress, wandering other planets.
"Wh-what?! Kaldir's on another planet?!"
"Yes, and she left a letter for you. Sh-Shuga? What's wrong all of a sudden? You okay?"
The bolt-from-the-blue news made Shuga faint on the spot, then suffer unexplained symptoms for days. The girl who'd eaten every meal with Kaldir now refused even water, vomiting blood and collapsing before Colonel Astra—four days after Kaldir's departure.
Clinging to the belief Kaldir would never leave her side, Shuga had dawdled and lost every chance, ultimately offering everything to the princess. Her fate was that of a tragic protagonist.
Even the fleeting montage of her life blurs. Ah... is this death...? Reflecting on a lifetime in one's final moments has limits, it seems. She'd never felt this during playful rope play around her neck... Consciousness fades into total darkness.
What will my corpse look like? Probably limp, drained of tears, snot, drool, every bodily fluid. I-I don't wanna die like this... Save me... Kaldir... Please... I tried to kill you, but... f-forgive me... I won't do anything bad again... please...
Still, as the end neared, endorphins flooded her brain, dulling the pain and bringing inexplicable bliss. Extreme oxygen deprivation blackened her vision, then flashed it white—like arriving in heaven.
No heaven opens for suicides... But for me, a life without Kaldir is hell enough.
"Sis! What are you doing locked in there again?! Kaldir sis is great and all, but don't forget I'm your little sister!"
After what felt like eons—two minutes—the door-knocking started. Unlike Shuga's surname Arumina (aluminum), her sister's Solt Stalina meant "steel." Solt couldn't hear, fully unconscious. Her life would end in minutes.
Click, click, click... Locking the door for privacy backfired. In this precious second, Solt rummaged her pockets, grumbling about the spare key she'd swiped from her traitor sis—who chose sleeping with Kaldir over her.
Creeeak... Solt entered, still muttering complaints, not yet seeing the horror. Spotting her sister hanging from the ceiling, tongue lolled toward the door, she froze.
"Ky...ah...? Sis... what's this...? What're you doing up there...? Why aren't you breathing...? Why aren't you moving...? G-get down... from there..."
For a mere 9-year-old, witnessing her sister's suicide attempt was brutal. Heart pounding, she couldn't scream. Instead, she crawled on the floor, pleading weakly. No reply came.
"N-no... Sis... you're... d-dying...?"
Desperate to save her, Solt backed away and bolted to the first adult in her mind: Colonel Astra. Would she make it to the office in time? No room for thought—only save sis.
"Gah! Wh-who's there?! C-Colonel...?"
"Whoa! It's you, Solt. Why're you running like that?"
"C-Colonel... Sis... she's... d-dying... ceiling... rope... s-save her..."
Heaven truly helps. Solt crashed into Colonel Astra, who'd come to check on Shuga. Her tongue-tied explanation barely made sense, but the battle-hardened colonel—first female regimental commander—got it instantly and dashed to the room.