Damn it...
This guy.
He was well aware that she urgently needed something to take care of the juices dripping down... otherwise, she'd die from shame, and he still.
And calling each other by name directly, without any honorifics... wasn't that basically what couples did?
Being liked by someone for the first time, being kissed, being fucked for the first time, being filled for the first time...her every first was taken by this guy.
To be honest, Kisaragi Miyuki's feelings toward him were very complicated.
But one thing she could be sure of: she didn't dislike him.
Otherwise, before Tomoe arrived, she wouldn't have said the words about waiting until he graduated to be together.
Her current resistance was mainly because once she called him intimately, it would be equivalent to acknowledging their romantic relationship.
However, the knot in her heart hadn't been untied yet.
It's just...now, if she didn't do as he said, in a little while...
Forced into a corner by him, the annoyance in Miyuki's tone melted into shyness as she called in a soft, gentle voice. "Fuyu... Fuyumi~"
Seeing her give in, Sasaki nodded in satisfaction:
"Mm~ Miyuki."
After responding, he slowly walked over to Kisaragi Miyuki, squatted down, and pulled a small pack of tissues from his pocket.
Seeing that he intended to help her, Kisaragi Miyuki, unable to hide her shyness, pushed his hand.
"No, no, I can do it myself."
However, Sasaki dodged her attempt to snatch the tissues and said.
"Either I help you, or you get no tissues. You choose."
Even though they had already fucked like animals for an hour, having him clean her like that... and right in front of Tomoe...
For someone like Miyuki, it was a little hard to accept, as she clutched her skirt and said angrily:
"You didn't say that just now, you're not keeping your word!"
"Not keeping my word?
Sasaki spread his hands. "I never said that if you called my name, I'd give you the tissues."
"Alright, alright, don't waste time.
Be good and stand still. I'll help you clean up. Class is about to end soon."
Indeed, they couldn't drag this out any longer...
Thinking about it, Kisaragi Miyuki pursed her lips and obediently lifted the hem of her pencil skirt.
...There actually wasn't that much, most of it had already been poured inside her womb, and what was left, had had already soaked into her stockings... so it only took a few tissues to clean up neatly.
Of course, that was just on the surface... Whether more would come out later wasn't something he needed to worry about.
Once everything was tidied up, the three of them left the student guidance room.
At the exact same moment, the dismissal bell rang.
With no chance to speak or say goodbye to her lover, Hyoudou Tomoe hugged her lesson plan, waved at Sasaki, and quickly headed toward the staff room.
Kisaragi Miyuki followed closely beside her.
They walked very fast, fearing they might be seen by colleagues.
As the one who had been "reprimanded," Sasaki naturally didn't need to hurry.
By the time he returned to the classroom, more than half the students had already left.
The remaining ones were packing up and discussing with friends what to eat for lunch.
When they saw him standing at the classroom door, the students who didn't know him gave him curious glances.
After all, being called out by a teacher for two whole periods... that wasn't something that happened often.
The girls who had deep connections with him all turned their eyes toward him at once.
Sasaki smiled at Yasui Sara, Tsubakihara Jingxiang, and Yoshida Saki, who were looking at him, indicating that everything was fine.
Then turned to meet the gazes of Natsuha, Chifuyu, and the little succubus and subtly winked at them.
The girls reacted differently.
Natsuha lifted her sharp, delicate chin toward him, signaling for him to step outside and talk.
Chifuyu clenched her small fists, then let out a relieved breath.
The little succubus simply turned her small face away expressionlessly.
Receiving Natsuha's signal, Sasaki, who was still standing at the classroom door, pretended to glance around casually before heading toward the back door staircase.
Seeing her lover leave... and seeing that Natsuha, who sat in front of him, stood up at the same time and walked out of the classroom, Tsukimi Chifuyu, who had been waiting for her lover to return, also got up and followed.
Inside the classroom,
Seeing that the two girls who carried the strongest "granary" scent left...Iga Sutora, thinking they were going to "steal grain," also stood up.
...
Heading toward the abandoned art room on the fourth floor, Sasaki glanced sideways at Natsuha, who had caught up and greeted her:
"Natsuha."
Walking beside him, the latter tilted her head and asked:
"Why did the teacher call you out for two whole periods? You didn't cheat on the exam, did you?"
"..."
"Is that really how you think of me?"
Sasaki sighed. "I'm so hurt..."
In a student's mind, being called out by a teacher almost always meant trouble... Why would a teacher call you for no reason?
And the only possibility Shinomiya Natsuha could associate with her lover being called out by a teacher for a lecture was something related to exams.
This was just student inertia... Teacher talk = bad thing.
It was natural to assume the worst... It wasn't that she had any prejudice against her lover.
Seeing her lover's sad and disappointed expression, she realized she had guessed wrong and felt guilty:
"No, that's not it... I'm sorry, I apologize. Please don't be sad, okay?"
It was lunchtime now, and there were many students in the corridor.
In such an environment, Shinomiya Natsuha found it hard to make intimate gestures towards him, so she could only lean close and apologize in a low voice:
"Don't be upset... I really didn't mean it like that... I'm sorry~."
Seeing that he still wasn't responding... a faint blush appeared on Natsuha's fair face as she reached into her skirt pocket and secretly slipped the little item she had just bought yesterday into his palm.
?
Glancing sideways, Sasaki caught sight of her shy expression, blush spreading all the way to her ears, then lifted his hand, wanting to see what she had given him.
But before he could open his palm, she covered it with her hand.
Then carefully glanced around, her creamy white cheeks flushing even deeper, before she gave him a sultry, silken-eyed look and whispered.
"Don't... don't look at it here, dummy."
...After all his efforts, Natsuha was becoming more and more charming.
Like a shy, unopened tender flower bud that had finally bloomed under his diligent watering.
The more beautiful the charm she displayed, the greater Sasaki's sense of accomplishment and pride.
It was worth all the day-and-night effort, the hard work and sweat he had poured in.
Just looking at her was enough to make his cock throb in need.
Suppressing the sparks of lust igniting at her unintentional charm, Sasaki rubbed the little toy in his hand.
From its size and her attitude, he roughly knew what it was.
Smiling, he leaned close to Natsuha's ear and whispered.
"Mind if I push it up?"
Knowing this thing could coax him back into a good mood, Natsuha blinked and asked:
"Not mad anymore?"
"What are you talking about? Natsuha sacrificed so much—how could I possibly be mad at her?"
"Then why were you giving me the cold face earlier?"
"I was just teasing."
"Really..."
Dragging out the tone, Natsuha asked with a charming smile:
"Then what if I say I was just joking, too?"
"..."
Click click~
Flicking the switch back and forth, Sasaki saw she had no reaction and let out a helpless sigh:
"Natsuha, you've gotten naughty. You weren't like this before."
"I learned it from you. Who told you to always be so bad?"
As she spoke, she shot him a smiling glance.
However, once there were fewer people around, Natsuha reached out and linked her arm with her lover's, whispering.
"I originally wanted to plug it, but without any lubricant, it hurts a bit and isn't comfortable at all, so..."
"Then should I help warm you up first?"
"This... mm~."
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