Sex Battle with My Childhood Friend (1)
1. Despite my desperate efforts to deny it out of pointless pride, once I saw my senior grab Ska Rate's wrist and walk away without hesitation, I had no choice but to admit the truth. I was an idiot. Not just any idiot, but the worst kind—the type that thinks it's smart.
His voice, offering congratulations on the engagement and wishing us a wonderful love, rang with nothing but sincere joy. No one in the world could be happy about the person they love suddenly going to someone else overnight. So, my senior didn't have feelings for me. The reason I'd believed he did was simply because I wished it were true. Confirmation bias. I'd only seen what I wanted to see.
I, the heir to the Julie family—who must always maintain a cold, objective gaze—had done something utterly unforgivable, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Every action I'd taken yesterday and today had been based on the assumption that he liked me. Arrogant, reckless, and utterly foolish. In short, a monumental stupidity. The kind of thing no one could do unless their brain was replaced with a bowl of udon noodles. And now, I was paying the price for it all.
'If senior confessed to me, I'd accept.'
'How can I make him confess to me?'
'But saying I like him first? My pride won't allow it. It'd tarnish the family name.'
Why had I entertained such arrogant thoughts? Was I so thrilled by his words that he wanted to fuck me? Enough to make these idiotic ideas seem reasonable?
'Yeah, if senior likes me, this sudden engagement news will shock him into confessing.'
I shouldn't have thought that. I really shouldn't have. A simple, honest confession would have been enough. I like senior. I like the man named Paster. Nine months ago, when everyone had given up, he stood before us all with his broad back, reassuring us—and that's when I fell for him completely.
I shouldn't have resorted to this stupid ploy of a forced engagement. I should have just told him how much I like him, how much I like senior, how I don't want to lose him to anyone, how I've felt this way since nine months ago. Begged him to accept my heart. Thrown away my pride and everything, apologized for not being honest until now, knelt and begged forgiveness for treating him so cruelly.
Regret swallowed me whole. This heavy, cold, dark emotion was so vicious and horrific that even I—who knew full well how pointless regret was—felt like a complete wreck.
I need to apologize right now. Tell him that everything I did was to get his attention, to catch even a glance from him, in the faint hope that our eyes might meet and we'd spend a night together. That he's the only one for me. That he's my first love and will be my last. That just as he wanted to fuck me with sincere feelings, I wanted him to fuck me too—and I'm so sorry.
Realizing I needed to see senior and apologize snapped me back to reality.
"......"
Where was I? Sitting at a table in some fancy restaurant, staring at a man with blond hair and amber eyes blabbering on.
"When I stood alone against the beasts in that dungeon, protecting my injured comrades behind me..."
Ul Blond must have dragged me here. Publicly, we're engaged, so no one would bat an eye at him grabbing my wrist and seating me. The word "engagement" brought a fresh wave of regret and rage. I wanted to see senior right now. Stand naked before him, bow my head, beg forgiveness, promise to do anything if he'd just love me. But to do that...
I had to clean up the mess I'd made. I couldn't let nuisances pile up around senior. I lifted my head slightly, meeting Ul Blond's disgusting eyes. Beneath his gentlemanly facade, filthy lust writhed deep within. If senior looked at me like that, I'd be overjoyed—but this wasn't senior.
Irritation surged, anger boiling over. Ska Rate was probably having a great time with senior right now. Why was I stuck at a table with this worthless trash?
Ul Blond was known publicly as capable, handsome, manly, with an impressive family background—the perfect man. But compared to senior, he was nothing. The thought of this guy doing that like senior had? Not a chance. So, I had no reason to be here.
I looked at Ul Blond and declared in a flat voice, "I'm calling off the engagement. I don't want to marry you. That's it."
As I finished and stood to leave, a panicked voice pretending to be leisurely called from behind, and something unpleasant grabbed my wrist. A sidelong glance confirmed it: Ul Blond's filthy hand.
......Disgusting.
I scowled, glaring at him. Ignoring my fierce gaze, he raised his voice indignantly. "W-Wait a minute! What do you mean out of nowhere like that? Breaking off the engagement without any reason?!"
"Reason?"
"Yes! A reason! You think I'd just go, 'Oh, okay' without one?"
As Ul Blond boldly stated his case, every eye in the restaurant turned to me. Some excited faces even pulled out smartphones to record.
A reason? I had plenty. Normally, you'd say something like, "I came here to break it off," or "I never wanted this engagement; family pressure forced me." Common sense. But I didn't want to give insincere answers. I needed to prove my purity to senior. And hey, cameras were rolling—perfect chance to convey my true feelings to him.
To the man smirking as if daring me to speak, I kept my expression blank and said, "You want a reason? Fine, I'll give you one."
"Yes! Go ahead! But if you don't convince me, I'll deem it the Julie family insulting the Blond family!"
Dragging family names into it to pressure me was pathetic. If senior were here, he never would've stooped to this. He'd probably get annoyed at my arrogance and make me cum from my womb on the spot, force me to admit defeat and lick his feet. The more I compared, the more Ul Blond seemed utterly inferior to senior.
So, the reason I voiced for breaking it off would be perfectly justified.
"You used informal speech. To my senior, of all people."
"......Pardon?"
"Even I, an S-rank awakener incomparable to you, always speak formally to him, look up to him, respect him, and harbor feelings for him. And you dared to speak informally to him, knowing nothing of your place."
The more I spoke, the colder my fury grew. The ambient mana reacted, and despite the restaurant's mana temperature regulators, the air chilled rapidly.
Even with my blank face and emotionless tone, he sensed the mana shift. Ul Blond paled, trying to pull away.
"Uh, u-uh?!"
But his hand gripping my wrist was frozen solid, trapping him.
Looking down at the terrified, trembling Ul Blond, I stated the irrefutable reason everyone would accept. "And not content with informal speech, you triggered senior's trauma. Without even knowing how deeply the academy days scarred him. Utterly reckless."
"H-Hiiiik...!"
I'd merely infused some of my emotions into the mana, yet he devolved into something no longer manly. One hand frozen, kneeling on the floor, shivering pathetically.
Gazing down at him, I asked my final question. "Well? Is that a convincing reason to break off the engagement?"
"Y-Yes...! I-I'm convinced! I'm sorry!"
His will broken, he became a yes-man just to survive. Seeing that, I figured the engagement was settled.
I thawed his wrist, and as he clutched the blue, numb skin with his other hand, I delivered my last words. "Just remember this: The only reason I'm letting you live after what you did to senior is so you handle this engagement mess yourself."
With that, I turned and left Ul Blond behind, exiting the restaurant. To sincerely apologize to senior and confess my heart.
2. Emerging from the cramped guild dorm, Ska and I faced each other.
"......Gulp."
"......Slurp."
We were both utterly tense—I swallowed dryly, she gulped down her drool. Just facing each other had us this wound up for two reasons.
First, we were both completely naked, in our birthday suits. And not just that—Ska lay on the bed, me straddling her, my rigid cock twitching as I positioned it at her pussy, ready to thrust.
We were moments from losing our virginities, hence the tension.
"Hoo......"
As I exhaled in nerves, Ska—stiff, flushed with excitement, anticipation, and a hint of fear—struggled to move her lips. "Um, Paster... If it's hard, we can go slow... it's okay..."
"Shut up. Don't say a word right now."
"......Mmph."
In this situation, Ska had no right to speak. She had one job: fuck me and make me cum first.
I took one last deep breath, resting my cock on her straight, slick slit.
"Hii...!"
The moment it touched, she shuddered like goosebumps rippled through her, curling her toes. But her pussy was ready, drooling juices in invitation.
"Hey, you ready? Nod if yes. Don't speak. I don't wanna hear your voice."
Ska looked up at me with slightly teary eyes and nodded vigorously.
Good. Both mind and body in perfect condition. Me and Ska.
I pressed my glans to her prepared entrance. One sharp thrust forward, and I'd lose my virginity. Same for her. This moment was our first time.
Never thought it'd be with her. As I eyed Ska watching my reaction, I gripped her pubic bone with my palm to prevent escape. Her thick lower body, rivaling her slim waist, proved her pregnancy-optimized form.
Ska was an irreplaceable bitch to me, but damn it, she was hot as hell. So, naked with cock to pussy, wanting to pound her was natural. Not the goal, though—pleasure was inevitable in sex.
Steeling myself, I warned the tense, sopping Ska. "Alright, Ska. I'm going in."
And with that, my cock pierced her virgin pussy—untouched by any other man.
Squelch!
"Kgh?!"
"Hrghk!?!?"
The unfamiliar sensation dizzied me briefly, and I pondered: How the hell did I end up like this?