Chapter 25: We Became Sex Partners (4)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 25: We Became Sex Partners (4)[R-18]
[Author: ChildhoodFriendRapist■] = [Evelyn Marigold]
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[My childhood friend is a total fucking psycho]
I went to my childhood friend's place today and happened to catch the bastard jerking off, lol.
He told me I was hot and asked if I wanted to be sex partners. Isn't this guy a complete lunatic?
Anonymous (892.151): So what’d you do?
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ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: What do you think! I just slapped him and walked out. Even thinking about it now makes me lose my mind.
ㄴAnonymous (892.151): Lol, says the one who literally committed somnophilia on him.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Is that even the same thing?
ㄴAnonymous (892.151): Right? At least being sex partners is honest. Somnophilia is crossing the line.
FlameSandwich■: ...But being sex partners might not be that bad.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: What kind of bullshit is that? It’s bad. It’s fucking terrible.
ㄴFlameSandwich■: No, I mean, you already ate your childhood friend anyway.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Oh, for fuck's sake, for me it wasn't about lust first, but this guy only has lust!!
ㄴAnonymous (892.151): FR, you don't know how scary sexual attachment is. Even if it's just lust now, if you keep doing it, feelings will 100% develop.
ㄴFlameSandwich■: For real. As long as you've got a firm grip on the tip of his dick, an opportunity will definitely come.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Is that so...? But still, sex partners... what if that bastard gets a girlfriend... then I...
ㄴAnonymous (892.151): If it's a harem, that's actually better.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: How is that better, you fucker!!
ㄴAnonymous (892.151): Surprisingly, there's research showing that while the childhood friend is usually the losing heroine in pure love stories, she has a high chance of being the legal wife in a harem.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: BS. Who would even do such a retarded study?
ㄴAnonymous (892.151): Forbes... (Link) Surprisingly, this is the Forbes selection for the legal wife rankings of harem heroines.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Seriously, that Forbes guy only researches the most useless shit.
Evelyn, who was reading the comments, bit her lip nervously.
"Sex partners..."
She felt like she might burst into tears, yet at the same time, the thought that Ian was looking at her with those kinds of eyes made her feel a little happy. Was she a crazy bitch?
"Seriously... falling for him is my sin..."
If she had known it would come to this, she should have found a way to seal the deal earlier.
She had done everything imaginable just to get a confession out of Ian, and all she got was "sex partners"...
Thwack!
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"...You bastard."
Evelyn threw a punch at a stuffed doll that resembled Ian and then buried her face in her pillow.
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"...I'm exhausted."
I hadn't slept a wink since Evelyn slapped me and left.
Of course, sleep wouldn't come.
'—Sigh. What am I supposed to do?'
Honestly, I thought I was lucky to get away with just a slap.
Evelyn had looked truly happy right before I brought up the sex partner thing.
But...
'If I marry you, the world will end!!!'
...Who would believe me if I said that?
The thought that I now had to reconcile with Evelyn, on top of Estelle, made my head ache even more.
Click! Bang! Step, step.
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Just then, the front door opened and someone walked in.
"Evel...yn?"
"You haven't had lunch yet, right?"
Evelyn, carrying grocery bags in both hands, asked with a nonchalant expression.
"Uh... yeah..."
"I'll make something, so just wait."
With practiced ease, she tied her hair back, put on an apron, and began prepping the ingredients.
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Tak! Tak! Tak!
Evelyn cooked with a familiar rhythm and steady hands.
She was a young lady from a family where she never would have needed to know how to cook, but at some point, she had started making meals at my place, claiming she wanted to learn.
Of course, there were countless trials and errors along the way...
But eventually, my palate had become perfectly tuned to Evelyn's cooking.
"...Here. Eat."
Having whipped up lunch in no time, Evelyn spread the dishes out on the table.
Soft-shell turtle soup, braised eel, grilled oysters, and black raspberry juice.
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It was the usual menu.
"...Thanks for the food."
Well, they say home-cooked meals are the best for a reason.
It was familiar, yet incredibly delicious.
But...
"...."
"...."
"...."
The silence was so uncomfortable that it felt like the flavor was cut in half.
'—What should I do?'
If I had lurked in the Gallery before she came, I might have been mentally prepared, but her appearance was too sudden.
"...That was a good meal."
"...That was a good meal."
In the end, we didn't say a single word until the meal was over.
"...Hey, get my toothbrush out."
"Yeah, here."
Since we frequented each other's houses, a dedicated toothbrush was always ready.
Brush, brush.
I stood side-by-side with Evelyn in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth.
This perfectly ordinary action felt strangely burdensome right now.
Lunch was over, teeth were brushed—literally everything that needed to be done was finished.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"...Sigh."
As if she couldn't put it off any longer, Evelyn let out a deep sigh and spoke.
"Fine, let's do it."
"...Do what?"
"W-w-what do you think!! ...S-se... sex... partners! Let's be sex partners!"
Evelyn shouted, her face turning beet red.
"...Are you serious?"
"D-do I look like I'm joking?"
"...."
Honestly, I was surprised.
[Fuck, should I just kill this guy and then kill myself?]
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[hownamIsupposedtoactifwebcomesexpartners]
[Sex partners? Is he a total psycho? Fuck, I'm gonna go stab him...]
[Isntitbettertobesexpartnersthanlosehimtosomeoneelse...]
Up until yesterday, Evelyn's posts in the Gallery made it impossible to tell which way she would lean.
"...Are you really okay with this?"
"Ha, I'm fine. I mean... what's the big deal about being sex partners? Yeah, I'm human too... so of course I have sexual desires... and sometimes... doing it... and..."
Evelyn's voice grew smaller and smaller.
By the end, I couldn't hear her at all.
"What was that?"
Grind—
"...I-I... I masturbate sometimes too, you bastard...."
"Ah..."
I wondered if "three times a day" could really be called "sometimes," but I let it slide generously.
"But don't get the wrong idea. No matter how many times we have sex, the fact that we're childhood friends will 'never' change. You're just a biological dildo. I'm nothing more than a biological onahole. There are no emotions involved here. Got it?"
"Got it..."
"....."
Hearing my answer, Evelyn wore an expression that made it impossible to tell if she was relieved or angry.
"Whew... fine. Then let's do it."
"Do what?"
"S-sex... obviously... what else do sex partners do...."
"...Right now? It's the middle of the day."
"So what? Do you have something to do?"
"...Not really, but."
As my gaze drifted toward the bed, Evelyn grabbed my wrist.
"Not there."
"...Then where?"
"Follow me. We're going to the Cream Pie Inn."
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「Cream Pie Inn」
It carried the name of an "inn," but to put it simply, it wasn't so much a lodging...
It was the kind of place where couples went primarily to have sex.
"...."
"...."
Feeling like I was doing something wrong, I stood before the counter. Through a hole barely large enough for a hand to pass through, the grandmother who owned the place peered at me.
"Ahem... One room, please."
"...Day use? Or overnight?"
Weekend Day Use (6 hours): 60,000 Eris
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Weekend Overnight: 100,000 Eris
The price difference for staying overnight was quite significant.
If we were just going to have sex, six hours seemed like plenty.
"Then, for day use—"
"...Make it overnight. The best room you have."
"230,000 Eris. Room 703."
Slap—
Before I could say a word, Evelyn pulled out the money and finished the payment.
"...Overnight?"
"It's your first time. Who knows how long you'll last? We need to take our time."
"Isn't it your first time too?"
"Ha, as if I'm like you...."
Evelyn, who was about to naturally bluff, shut her mouth.
Even if it were a lie, she didn't want to plant the idea in Ian's head that she had slept with another man.
"...I know what you're like. I know everything, even if it's my first time."
"Is that so? Impressive. I'm nervous even though it's my second time."
"....What?"
"I said I'm nervous even though it's my second time coming here."
"...."
As Ian finished speaking and nonchalantly pressed the button for the magic elevator, Evelyn's mind went blank.
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Second time? He said it's his second time?
Why?
Why is it his second time?
Don't tell me he came here with someone else before?
For what? To have sex?
No, really, the second time?
Truly? His second time?
Did I hear him wrong?
"He... hee...? ...S-second time? ...Y-you... you meant the first time... and just misspoke, right?"
"No? It's definitely the second."
"...I see."
At Ian's natural response, Evelyn clenched her fists tight.
'W-well... that could happen!'
It was no big deal.
Ian was an adult, and I might not be his first.
Even if we were childhood friends, we weren't attached at the hip 24 hours a day.
He could have had a relationship without me knowing.
'...It's possible...'
As anyone could see, aside from being a bit dense, he was a man with no flaws in his looks or personality.
I already knew that more than one or two women were eyeing Ian.
'F-first experience... that... it's... n-no big deal, right?'
Even the top-tier unicorn VirginHunter■ had lowered his standards because it was so hard to find virgins these days, so how important could a first experience be in this day and age?
It's just a matter of order; all experiences are the same.
And since we were sex partners now, we could just do it more often in the future.
'Right, until now w-we... were just... childhood friends... yeah, yeah... if we... move forward... bit by bit from now on... it doesn't matter, right?'
That's what she tried to think, but...
Drip— Drip—
"Ah?... Ah... what's this... hic... suddenly... sob..."
The moment the door to Room 703 opened, her emotions overflowed into tears.
"E-Evelyn? Are you crying?"
"Ah? Ugh... ah... no... hic... I'm not crying..."
I hate it.
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Actually, I hated it so much.
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I tried to act like it was nothing, but I couldn't.
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Just the thought of some woman other than me taking Ian's first time made my heart feel like it was being ripped apart.
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"Haa... hic... sob... hic... waaaah..."
In the end, Evelyn collapsed in front of the door and began to wail.
"Sob... hic... you... you bastard! ...W-why... did you just... go around... s-sexing people!... hic... I... I was... a virgin... waaaaaah."
"C-calm down... Evelyn... stop crying..."
"Hic... sob... I'm not crying! ...Waaaah... I said I'm not crying... you... you jerk... hic..."
Even the sex at home, which she thought was his first, had been a delusion.
No wonder this bastard Ian was so good at it—too good for a first-timer.
'—Hic... if I knew this would happen... I should have... just... at the hot springs... jumped his bones... hic...'
She shouldn't have held back just to let Ian take the lead.
It was unfair, frustrating, and stupid.
She had so many chances as a childhood friend, yet she let Ian's first experience be stolen!!
"Hic... sob... s-so... who was it with... hic... that... that... cafe older sister? ...The girl... you met... at the church? ...Hic... or was it... D-Delphicia? ...Hic..."
"Why is Delphicia coming up here? It's my first time. My first."
"Sob... don't lie!! ...You said... it was your s-second!! ...Hic... you said... it was your second!!! ...Sob..."
"No, I meant it's my second time coming to this inn. I stayed at an inn for a bit after I moved out and was looking for a house."
"Th-that's bullshit... hic... you're just... s-saying that... to comfort me... because I'm crying. Hic..."
"You just said you weren't crying...."
"Sh-shut up!! ...Hic... just... answer me... waaaah... who was it... hic..."
"I swear on the Goddess Ellis. By 'second time,' I meant it was my second time visiting an inn."
"Sob... th-then... why... did you say it... so confusingly!... you bastard... waaaaaah..."
Was it out of relief? Even though she thought it was a huge relief, a louder sob burst from her lips.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault..."
I held the sobbing Evelyn tight.
I couldn't bring myself to say that it wasn't my fault she misunderstood.
In a fight between Evelyn and me, I lose more than 90% of the time, but we're still the kind of pair that throws counterpunches.
This time, I had said it on purpose, knowing she might misunderstand.
"Hic... sob... hey... r-really... really... it's your first time?"
"I told you, it's my first... I even swore it. Who would I have even done it with?"
...I didn't expect her to react this intensely, though.
Only after a long time of being held did Evelyn finally stop crying.
"Haa... sniff... haa... ah... whew... ah... I'm so pissed... seriously... haa..."
"Sorry..."
"It's so annoying... really..."
Evelyn glared at me as if even my apology was irritating.
Still, that was a sign that her anger had subsided to some extent.
Slide—
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I moved closer to Evelyn and interlaced my fingers with hers.
"...Evelyn, should we just sleep today? Like we used to, just holding hands. We can be sex partners later..."
"Sh-shut up."
Evelyn's eyes were swollen from how much she had cried.
But the reason she still—no, rather, why she looked even more beautiful...
"We are definitely having sex today."
I wasn't sure if it was because of my eyes or her beauty.