My Japanese Childhood Friend Is Too Flirty

42. At Home, with My Childhood Friend, One Night. (4)

It wasn’t outside, but in my own house, even in my bathroom, where I was openly harassed(?), but I couldn’t ask why.

Because, the culprit, Aki, was currently in a state of diminished mental capacity due to intoxication.

Trying to reason with someone drunk and incapable of discerning right from wrong would be like casting pearls before swine, and even if I tried to confront her tomorrow morning, based on my experience, she’d have forgotten everything by then.

It’s not like it hasn’t happened before; that’s what it was like last year too.

Aki gets drunk easily but doesn’t get hangovers, and in exchange for no hangovers, she completely loses all memory of when she’s drunk.

In other words, to put it simply, I’m the one who has to suffer through Aki’s drunken antics, only for it all to be erased and forgotten.

As for me, it’s so unfair I could jump up and down with frustration… But what can I do?

Then and now, it’s my fault Aki got drunk, and leaving a drunk person alone is something that should never happen, so I have no choice but to handle everything myself.

“Hey, Uju~chan. Aren’t they heavy?”

“Huh? What?”

“Your pants, I mean. If it were me, I’d think they’d be so heavy I wouldn’t even be able to walk…?!”

“……What are you talking about.”

Should I just send her home?

For a moment, I seriously considered it, before letting out a deep sigh from the bottom of my heart.

Putting up with Aki’s drunken ramblings until she falls asleep VS getting a serious lecture later from Aki’s father.

After thinking about which would be better, I figured the former would be slightly less bad.

The former just means I’ll be a little, no, a lot miserable, but choosing the latter would be damaging to my image.

It’s not like we’re going to just see each other once and never again; we’ll be seeing each other for a long time, so I should manage my image diligently.

“Uju~chan, how many centimeters?”

“……What, how many centimeters are we talking?”

“Heh, you know…♡”

“…….”

But, why am *I* the only one who has to manage my image in front of Aki’s parents?

Sure, I’m the one who caused the whole thing, but still, Aki’s the one who got drunk, and I’m the only one suffering? This is kind of unfair, I think.

If she even remembered what she said now, I could at least use it as ammo later, which would be something, but she won’t.

Aki is literally enjoying pleasure without responsibility, and I’m stuck with responsibility without pleasure…

Ugh, see? This is why you shouldn’t let drunken mistakes slide. The legal system’s too lenient, letting anyone get drunk and ask for forgiveness, leaving the victim to pick up all the pieces.

“Seventeen? Eighteen? …Gasp, could it be twenty centimeters?”

Aki raised her right hand to cover her mouth, pretending to be shocked.

Her cheeks are redder than usual, probably from the alcohol.

“Hey hey, Woo-joo~chan. Just tell me honestly, how many centimeters is it…?”

“……I don’t know either.”

“Liar, you know. Woo-joo~chan, huh…?”

“Ah, I said I don’t know…”

“You really don’t know? Really? No way. I feel like you know…”

I watched Aki grin mischievously, thinking to myself.

I’ve never actually measured it with a tape measure, so I don’t really know for sure.

But if I try to roughly calculate it, it’s about the length of my forearm, just barely.

If we’re converting to length, then yeah, it’s probably around the number Aki just said.

Or maybe, it could be bigger than that…

“You got it, Space~chan?”

‘…Why am I even calculating this?’

A sudden wave of clarity hit me, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Then, I snapped them open and looked at Aki.

“Aki, aren’t you sleepy?”

“Nope, not sleepy at all. I’m still totally with it!”

“…You’re not supposed to be with it.”

Without thinking, my true feelings slipped out.

But Aki either didn’t care, or just didn’t hear me. I wasn’t sure which. Either way, she suddenly jumped up from her seat.

“Space~chan, let’s play a game!”

“A game? What, what game?”

“The one you told me about last time. What was the name again? That, uh, Bunny Rabbit Man or something…?”

“Bunny Rabbit Man… Oh, you mean Super Bunny Man?”

“Ah, yeah, yeah! I think that’s it. Let’s play that, let’s play that!”

I remember seeing on YouTube that it’s kinda hard, and playing it with Aki who’s so drunk she can’t tell her head from her ass… Could we actually beat it?

I suddenly felt uneasy, but on the other hand, I also thought, ‘At least if we’re playing a game, she’ll talk less crazy shit, right?’

‘If we play a game that needs keyboard controls, she’ll have to focus on that, whether she likes it or not…’

Plus, time will pass, and we could just let her fall asleep after a while.

“…Um, okay.”

That thought reaching me, I nodded.

“Alright, let’s try it. But you sure you’re okay to game like that?”

“Hait! I can do it!”

Aki replied in Japanese, giving a clumsy left-handed salute.

I almost corrected her, about how in Korea you salute with your right hand, but the earnestness of it all made me just chuckle and let it slide.

‘Ah, cute…’

Just a minute ago he was like some creepy old dude, but now he’s back to his usual vibe.

I moved to my computer desk. And while waiting for the brief boot-up, I gestured for Aki to come over.

“Aki, sit here. I’ll go grab another chair from the living room.”

“Eung, why? Can’t we just sit together, me and Woo-joo~chan?”

“Sit together? It’s gonna be hard for two people to fit on this chair, it’s too narrow…”

“Heheh, there’s a way~! Woo-joo~chan? Sit here.”

*tap tap,* Aki patted the seat cushion with her palm.

“Okay, I’m sitting.”

Since she told me to, I just sat down, but the chair is completely full the instant I do. To exaggerate a bit, it’d be hard for even a newborn to squeeze in.

What was she planning to do in this situation?

I glanced up at Aki, wondering if she had some kind of genius method.

Aki.

“Spread your legs, Woo-joo~chan. …Yeah, like that.”

She gently touched my thighs, creating just enough space for a single person to barely squeeze into.

“……Ugh-cha.”

She slipped right in between.

“Hehe, got it?”

Aki just tilted her head slightly, looking at me.

Suddenly, I was hugging Aki from behind, and I froze, completely speechless.

I’d felt it before, but Aki is the type who gets really bold when she’s drunk.

Usually, the most we do is hold hands, but to just latch onto me like this, without any hesitation, after a little bit of drinking.

Because our bodies were touching, I could smell the usual fragrant scent coming from Aki, as well as a faint hint of the alcohol she’d drunk earlier.

The two scents were mixed together, and it gave a subtly new feeling that I liked quite a bit.

Lost in thought, I was secretly sniffing her when I suddenly realized Aki was looking at me and smiling.

“Why? Wanna kiss?”

To say no would obviously be a lie.

But, even if I wanted a kiss, I’m not so starved that I’d try to kiss my drunk childhood friend who’s not in her right mind.

If I’m going to kiss her, it’ll be when she’s sober, and with mutual agreement. It has to be done proudly, without any shame under the sky, not like this.

—*Chup.*

……The moment I thought that, Aki’s kiss came out of nowhere.

Aki pursed her lips slightly and pressed a stamp on my lips, then quickly pulled back a bit.

“This is, the payment for Uju-chan tucking me in today…!”

Paying the lodging fee with a kiss.

This is so good, so happy, no, um….

“……”

It wasn’t me who kissed first, so this is legit, right?

Yeah, it’s gotta be legit. I didn’t have any ulterior motives, and the kiss was basically payment for the room, after all.

“If you clear the game to the end, I’ll give you another one. Woo-joo~”

“……Just wait a sec, I’ll install it now.”

I swear, I’m gonna clear the final stage today, no matter what.

Burning with resolve, I opened my internet browser. I’d been looking up Super Bunny Man, but hadn’t actually bought it yet, so first I planned to go to the official site and pay for it.

‘Okay, the search bar is….’

[Google]

[Recent Searches]

[Games to play as a couple]

[Two player games recommendations]

[Super Bunny Man]

[Bunny girl]

[Bunny girl costume]

[bunnygirl]

[s*xy bunny girl]

[Fishnet stocking bunny girl]

[Bunny girl cosplay]

But then, the second I clicked on the browser’s search bar with my mouse, my search history spilled out like that.

“……?!”

What the hell is this.

The things I’d searched just a few days ago were popping up without any filter, and I panicked, quickly clicking somewhere else to hide the history.

But.

Aki, who was sitting across from me, watching the monitor screen, couldn’t have possibly missed it.

“What was that just now…?”

Aki asked me in a flat, emotionless voice.

“Ah, well that’s….”

If I said that while looking for a game for us to play together, I found this game called Super Bunny Man.

And when I saw the word ‘bunny,’ I suddenly thought of bunny girls, and out of simple curiosity, I searched for and looked up bunny girls.

Would Aki believe that…?

…Probably not.

I wouldn’t believe it myself.

“Yeah, that’s what?”

“…….”

I was about to say something, but I closed my mouth.

“…Give me the mouse.”

Thunk.

Aki snatched the mouse from my hand.

I really didn’t want to give it up, but in this situation, there’s no point in resisting.

‘Ah, I should’ve cleared my search history…’

That regret washed over me, but it was too late.

Ever since Akki caught me watching *that kind* of video before, I’d religiously clear my history before she came over, and it had saved me so far…

But today she came over out of the blue, so I didn’t have a chance.

“……Bunny girl.”

*Click-click-click.*

Akki clicks through my search history, one by one.

Things were mostly harmless with [Bunny girl] or [Bunny girl costume].

But the search terms that followed, like [s*xy bunny girl] and [Bunny girl cosplay]…

Yeah, were these images really okay to be seen with Akki? They completely filled the screen.

“Humm…”

“……”

‘Squirming in my seat’ must’ve been made for moments like these.

Akki snorted, as if she found it very intriguing, and as she kept scrolling and staring at the explicit photos, my heart grew heavy with uneasy premonitions.

Last time I got caught with *that kind* of thing, we somehow brushed it off. But this time, Akki’s drunk.

People tend to get a bit emotional when drunk.

Maybe, Akki would be disappointed in me and get angry.

Or maybe…

“Woojoo~-chan.”

“……Huh?”

“You like this kind of thing?”

“…….”

She could ask a question like that.