“Gyahahaha!
Seriously?”
“Shut up, just wait a sec.”
“Don’t go getting a triple-cart, man!
No triple-carts!
If you get a triple-cart, you’re buying me lunch!”
“And so, I found a guy in Class A with a face that’s totally my type—”
“What kind of person?”
“Hmm, let’s see, I don’t know his name yet, but—”
A few days have passed since then.
The result of what I’ve learned is that Class D is a mess.
It’s only been a few days, mind you.
A few days.
And yet, it’s like this…
Presumably, Hirata and Kushida think this is bad, but they haven’t been able to stop it.
Serious students like Horikita and Yukimura have veins popping on their foreheads.
So this is what a classroom collapse looks like.
Since it’s my first time experiencing it, I’m actually a little impressed.
Even if the teacher doesn’t warn them regardless of how much they make a racket or play games, does it usually turn out like this?
Well, this is Class D, so it makes sense…
That said, while I’m talking as if it’s someone else’s business, I’m actually much the same.
I was also messing with my mobile terminal even though we were in the middle of class.
In the Class D route, basically no matter how hard you struggle, the class points will initially drop to 0.
To prevent that, you’d need to become the leader and seize control of the class in a short period, but that’s impossible unless you bring in incredibly excellent skills and stats.
As a “Playboy,” I naturally can’t do that, and there is no means to avoid that route.
In that case, I can wait until May to fix my lifestyle habits.
More importantly, there is something I want to find urgently.
If this is a game world—it should be there.
While probing the school’s network, I continued to search for my objective…
and just as class was ending, I succeeded in finding it.
“Aren’t you an idiot for doing it in a place like this?”
Kamuro shot those words at me with a face full of genuine contempt.
It couldn’t be helped that she’d say that; after all, we were inside the men’s restroom at the edge of the school building.
A man and a woman inside a stall…
there’s no doubt it would be a huge disaster if we were caught.
“If we get caught, what’ll happen…”
“Isn’t that thrill exactly what makes it good?
For a woman like you.”
“There’s no way.”
“Despite saying that, you let yourself be led here quite easily…
Well, fine.
Hurry up and pull down your panties and lift your skirt.”
“Tch, don’t get ahead of yourself!”
“Kamuro, don’t make me say it again.
This is a promise.
You have to obey me, right?”
“Th-that’s…
true, but…”
“Then do it.”
When I spoke with a strengthened tone, she obeyed with a frustrated expression.
As if enduring humiliation, she pulled her panties down halfway, then grabbed her skirt and lifted it up.
It was a very enticing sight.
Masumi Kamuro stood there in the cramped stall, her thigh-length purple hair tied in a long ponytail on the right side with bangs swept to the right side, now slightly disheveled from tension, framing a sharp, beautiful face that screamed elite Class A perfection.
Her skin was flawlessly pale and smooth, almost porcelain-like under the dim restroom lighting, with a faint natural blush creeping across her high cheekbones from the sheer embarrassment of the situation.
Her cool violet eyes glared at me with a mixture of defiance and reluctant arousal, long lashes fluttering as she tried to maintain her proud composure.
Her body was the epitome of refined, athletic elegance — tall and slender yet deliciously curvaceous in all the right places.
Full, firm D-cup breasts strained against the crisp white fabric of her school blouse, the buttons subtly stretched by their soft, jiggling weight.
Her waist was elegantly narrow, flaring out into wide, womanly hips and a perfectly rounded, firm ass that looked even more tempting now that her skirt was hiked up.
Her long, toned legs, sculpted from years of disciplined activity, trembled slightly as she exposed herself.
Between those smooth, pale thighs, her most intimate place was now on full display: plump, puffy outer lips that glistened with undeniable moisture, her inner folds a delicate shade of pink, already slightly parted and slick, betraying the growing heat in her core.
“It looks like you’re wet…
I wonder what this is?”
“…It’s just sweat.”
“I see, sweat, huh.”
The private part Kamuro exposed was certainly tinged with moisture.
When I pointed that out, she said that while turning her face away.
Even though she knew there was no way that was true.
Without any preamble, I unreservedly reached my hand toward Kamuro’s private part.
My index and middle fingers were swallowed up with a squelch.
The moment my fingers plunged into her tight, velvety heat, her inner walls clenched greedily around them, hot and slippery with thick, creamy nectar that coated my digits instantly.
Her pussy was incredibly soft yet firm, the developed folds rippling and sucking as if trying to pull me deeper.
A lewd, wet squelching sound echoed in the small stall with every shallow thrust of my fingers, her abundant juices making obscene noises that filled the air.
The thick intrusion stretched her narrow entrance wide, forcing her slick walls to part and accommodate the digits as they sank knuckle-deep, creating a visible bulge in her lower belly with each push.
“I feel like it’s quite slimy…
I see, so it’s sweat?”
“Ngh, ungh…
that’s right, it’s sweat…”
“You’re right, my bad.
There’s no way you could be wet without even being touched…
there’s no way that could happen.
Right?”
I moved my fingers while whispering teasingly.
Development rate 100%.
That is the current state of Kamuro’s vagina.
Her sexual organ is now completely awakened to the sensitivity of a female.
It took a fair amount of time to develop it this far with just fingers.
It wasn’t a matter of one or two hours; it’s the result of messing with her extensively.
When I achieved it, there was a significant sense of accomplishment.