Chapter 15: Christmas with Childhood Friends (Part 1)

Christmas with Childhood Friends (Part 1)

"Merry Christmas!""

With a bang, the three of us shouted out the opening cry as crackers were launched from all three directions.

It was December 24th. While the rest of the world was in the middle of Christmas Eve, here in my room, a Christmas party just for the three of us girls began.

That said, it's not a particularly elaborate one, so there's no tree and the room decorations are minimal. Setting up and cleaning up would be a lot of work. Instead, I'm using the entire budget for food.

"Mmm, delicious~♪"

Karen quickly grabbed a teriyaki chicken pizza, stuffed it into her mouth, and flashed a smile of delight. That speed was definitely intentional from the start. 

On the table was a festive feast of chicken and pizza. No stinginess here, the chicken by the bucket, of course. Two large pizzas, each with a different topping on each quarter.

Of course, there was also cake prepared separately. A whole shortcake, the ultimate classic, with beautiful white whipped cream and bright red strawberries.

Today, whether we'll be able to finish it all wasn't an issue at all.

The saddest thing about a party like this is thinking, "I'm almost done eating this." The trick to a party is to buy in plenty so you don't have to think about that at all.

Anything we didn't finish can just be saved for tomorrow, because tomorrow is Christmas after all. 

"It's been ages since I've had pizza... It's been since last year, I think?"

"Ah, Kikka-chan's mom is a great cook. It seems like you don't get many opportunities to eat pizza like that."

"Ahh," I murmur, biting into the corn-filled pizza. The faint aroma of oil hits my mouth, the texture of the corn pops the moment I bite into it, the salty taste of cheese on the tip of my tongue, and the sweetness of the corn are both rich and irresistible in a good way.

All things considered, it's been a few months since I've had pizza myself, but this feeling is something I can only get from pizza, so it even brings back a sense of nostalgia. 

"Oh man, chicken is so good, I feel like this year I'll finally be able to eat it all."

"I feel like you said that last year, the year before, and even the year before that."

"Well, maybe it's better to have big goals?"

It's a yearly tradition to see Karen eating vigorously, greedily alternating between pizza and chicken, holding them in both hands, and eating them alternately. When I see this, I feel a sad, sad feeling, thinking, "Ah, another year is coming to an end."

Is it the bells of New Year's Eve? I don't think that's the kind of reaction you'd have seeing a girl who's a bundle of earthly desires. 

"Karen-chan, you're quite the small eater, but your appetite is incredible."

"Her appetite is impressive, but I'm more amazed every year by her tenacity. She won't stop even when she's clearly full..."

"Haha, last year she was so close to throwing it all up. Maybe I should keep an eye on her this year."

Even though she physically knew she can't fit any more, she kept chewing and swallowing like a machine, last year. If I had been a moment too late in noticing that Karen's eyes were rolling back, I think this room would have been overwhelmed by a wave of filth.

If I let my eyes go unnoticed this year too, it'll definitely get to that point, so I'll have to keep an eye on her frequently. 

"Well, I guess we shouldn't touch any more pizza and chicken until Karen-chan's satisfied. ...Come on, Kikka-chan. Open your mouth."

"Hey Yuri, we're in high school now... Oh, come on. Don't look so sad... ahhh... hmmm."

"Is it... delicious?"

"Yeah, it's delicious. Did Yuri make this salad?"

"Hehe, yeah. I mean, it's pretty simple, all I did was mix the ingredients and seasonings together."

I thought I'd kill time by eating something else until Karen's momentum slowed down from a runaway train to a bicycle. With that in mind, I decided to feed Kikka, and she ate it right away.

Well, she tried to refuse at first, but when I looked a little sad, she nodded. She's incredibly sweet to me. I really love how Kikka is so sweet to her family.

But I prefer spicy food to sweet, so please tease me if you can. Specifically, like a belly punch. It's a sacred night, you know?

"If it's delicious and simple, nothing beats it... So, Yuri, have this too, here, open your mouth."

"Ahh... ah, ahh. Ah, this is delicious."

"Great... I used lots of Yuri's favorite ginger in this fried chicken."

"Oh, really? You made this for me? I'm so happy..."

Ah, the air is so fresh. Was this on a mountaintop or in paradise?

I'm aware that I have a perverse sexual fetish, but even this kind of normal flirting is incredibly delicious. Having a beautiful girl feed me a home-cooked meal (that she even prepared just for me) with an open mouth... I could make money just from that. 

After all, unusual fetishes tend to grow as an extension of general fetishes, so if I trace my roots back to my roots, I'm sure "a lovey-dovey life with a beautiful girl" is also one of them. That's why I'm very satisfied with my current situation.

I wonder if something so good happened right from the start because I've been a good girl all year? Santa Claus must have given me, a good girl, the "sweet lesbian couple experience with my childhood friend" set.

Nice job, Grandpa. But today is Christmas Eve, so you're a day early, Grandpa. Santa Claus is in a hurry. At a normal company, this would be a deduction, so don't worry.

Also, if you're going to give me one, I'd rather have the "punching bag experience where you take on a childhood friend's uncontrollable violence" set. That shows a lack of research into my needs, so I'll deduct another point. I'm looking forward to next season's bonus assessment. 

...I've only recently realized this, but it seems like when I'm with Kikka, I lean towards a much more masochistic side.

I find it amusing to watch how my balance of youth and cuteness allows me to hide my ugliness when I'm with other girls, but it seems that while I like watching Kikka fall into violence herself, I also come to love being the one to be inflicted by that violence.

I wonder what on earth this is all about. Is it because we're childhood friends that it's special, or maybe...

If Karen hit me in the same way, I'd probably think, "Karen is so impulsive and violent~♪ So stupid and cute~♡", but I don't think I'd feel any pleasure or joy from being hit.

This may not be because I'm leaning towards a masochist, but rather that Kikka is gradually awakening to her sadistic side. 

Maybe her dormant queenly talent is being awakened through my daily training, and she's trying to turn me into her obedient servant? It sounds like a stupid theory even to me, but it seems quite plausible.

The exact circumstances are a mystery, but it's true that I've grown to love being bullied by Kikka.

Maybe I should change course a bit. What I want is not the violent side she only shows in special relationships like lovers, but an immature heart that she can't control.

I want her to become a terrible adult, unable to control herself rationally and resorting to violence in a fit of anger.

If I continue pursuing the sweet master-slave route with Kikka, I won't see that, so I think I should make some adjustments.

But there aren't many opportunities to conveniently adjust these things. What should I do...?

.....

...Ah.

That's right. Today's gift exchange. It'll be a bit off schedule, but adding a little script should be enough to tempt Kikka to make a move in a fit of rage.

Okay, then, let's gradually refine and reconfirm the plan until the gift exchange.

...Thinking about so many things makes me crave something sugary, something sweet.

Well, I guess I'll have a quick break and get some sugar.

Everyone, get ready to replenish!

"Kikka, say ahh."

"Ah, ahh... hm."

"D-did it taste good?"

"Yeah, it's really good. Thanks to Yuri."

Sweet...♡

Right, let's get our brains going! Just keep watching, Kikka-chan. I'll make you lay hands on me! 

...Sweet ♡