“Hah… hah… hah…”
“Ah— Mmm~”
Kitakami Ai was letting out soft moans.
This silver-haired, red-eyed gyaru beauty was pressed against the wall inside the seat by Ayato, her clothes disheveled.
Her sports T-shirt was rolled up by him.
Though the tempting view of her full chest wasn’t visible, the boy’s hand had already slipped inside her clothes, caressing and sliding over Kitakami Ai’s smooth, silk-like skin, moving upward to the area of her breasts.
After a few somewhat clumsy movements, the bra on Kitakami Ai’s chest came undone and fell off.
Her not-insignificant, soft breasts were now completely in his palm, being kneaded, twisted, and shaped wantonly.
The amazing sensation and elasticity made him reluctant to let go.
Meanwhile, Kitakami Ai, being caressed, felt waves of heat and pleasure continuously assaulting her mind.
She wanted to push Ayato away, wanted to refuse him.
But…
“Mmm~!!”
Why is it like this?
Clearly, this guy is taking advantage of me by force, why can’t I refuse him?
And…
and it feels so good.
Silver strands of hair clung to her forehead and cheeks.
Kitakami Ai’s red eyes gradually took on a layer of watery springtime desire.
She was powerless to resist, and unwilling to resist.
The gyaru felt she was becoming strange.
She, who had always looked down on the boys in her class, was actually doing such lewd things with this unsociable jerk.
Her head must be broken.
Perhaps…
perhaps from the moment she returned from the changing room and chose to find Ayato, her head hadn’t been normal.
That hand, that hand was moving around inside her clothes, grabbing and kneading her breasts.
The sensitive spots being touched made Kitakami Ai shiver all over.
The touch of fingers, then pinching the strawberry at the tip.
“Ha~”
In the quiet classroom, panting sounds and a pink, amorous atmosphere were spreading.
“Kitakami Ai, take off your clothes.”
“…”
Dizzy and dazed, she obediently took off her clothes.
The sports top and bra fell to the floor, revealing her tempting, delicate body, completely bare and fully exposed before Ayato.
Exuding the scent of hormones.
Ayato narrowed his eyes.
His hand began moving downward, as if he had played enough with the two mounds above.
Though Kitakami Ai wore sports shorts, Ayato’s hand still slipped in without much effort.
Deep marks were left on her round, elastic buttocks.
His hand continued into the private area—
“Yah—”
The girl let out a gasp, the moisture in her eyes increasing.
“Mu… Ayato!”
She bit her cherry lips, staring at the boy before her.
“What? Still wondering if I’m capable?” Ayato sneered, pressing his body against hers, looking into Kitakami Ai’s eyes as he spoke.
“How does it feel?”
“…”
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She clearly felt something hard and hot pressing against her abdomen.
Her previous thoughts were naturally shattered.
In fact, she was about to be taken by him…
That hard thing entering her body.
Kitakami Ai recalled the feeling of touching it with her own hand earlier.
It had been soft then, but now it was…
By the time the daydreaming girl came back to her senses, Ayato was already on the verge.
Her sports shorts and panties had been pulled down by him.
Kitakami Ai wrapped her arms around Ayato’s neck.
Her gaze drifted downward.
Kitakami Ai’s expression held tension, complexity, wavering—everything except anger.
This arrogant gyaru should have been furious at the boy’s actions, but in reality, she wasn’t.
She herself didn’t know why.
Could it be that from the moment she chose to seek him out, she had already been mentally prepared for this?
“Ayato, you— Mmm!!!”
Her body felt as if it were splitting apart.
The pain of the first time made Kitakami Ai, with her manicured nails, instinctively clench her fingers.
That thing had entered her body, but soon, a special pleasure surged up like a tide.
It’s really…
inside.
I actually…
did it with Ayato.
This guy who usually had little presence in class, whom she had hardly even noticed.
It was only in the last two days that they had any interaction, and some unpleasantness occurred.
But it was precisely because of these two days of interaction that she discovered his secret.
This guy wasn’t ordinary.
Those terrifying superpowers left even a gyaru like Kitakami Ai with lingering fear.
Then, how did it develop into this?
The girl couldn’t control the soft, moaning sounds from her nose.
While responding to his movements, she gazed dazedly at Ayato’s face, inhaling his scent.
The skin of her delicate body began to take on a special pink hue under Ayato’s caresses.
“Kitakami, how does it feel?”
Ayato still had spare breath to tease.
She gritted her teeth and didn’t respond.
“It feels really good, Kitakami Ai. You’re a wonderful girl. I like you a lot,” Ayato continued.
“No, don’t say that!”
Don’t say such embarrassing things!
“Are you shy? But your eyes have already turned into?.”
Ayato gazed at the girl’s face just centimeters away, looking at the heart shapes in her red pupils, and said with a slight smile.
Eyes turned into??
This…
this guy…
is he humiliating me?
Kitakami Ai felt a bit angry, but…
her body was out of control because she truly felt so good, utterly unable to refuse.
No, I can’t take it anymore—
“Huff, huff.”
At the doorway, Chisato’s breathing also began to grow ragged.
She was pressed against the doorway, watching the entire spectacle unfold before her eyes, witnessing how that Kitakami Ai seduced Ayato, leading to the current situation.
In Chisato’s eyes, it was that Kitakami Ai who had deliberately seduced Ayato into doing it with her.
Although…
she was a bit shocked that it was her first time, she definitely wasn’t a decent girl.
How could a decent girl do such a shameless thing?
But it has nothing to do with me, right?
What they do, what does that have to do with me?
Why am I feeling so resentful here?
Peering through the crack in the door at the beautiful White-haired Hottie yielding to Ayato’s embrace, Chisato’s legs rubbed together unnaturally.
One hand covered her chest, gently kneading, while the other reached inside her pants.
Her exquisite cheeks were flushed with a tide of color.
She couldn’t help but imagine the scene of Ayato doing that with her, involuntarily replacing the White-haired Hottie currently receiving his ‘punishment’ in the classroom with herself.
No, what am I doing?!
Only after reaching orgasm did she snap back to reality.
Having sobered up, Chisato felt her fingers were wet, and a large patch of her panties was soaked.
The young girl pulled her hand out in shame and anger, gritted her teeth, and stood up to leave.
She stumbled down the stairs, bracing herself against the wall, but the lingering sensation and aftershocks of her body kept her in a state of agitation for a long time.
Her heart, pounding wildly, refused to calm down.
Her heartbeat was fast.
She reached up to touch her burning cheeks, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Could it be that I…
no, that’s impossible!
“Hmm? Is someone missing?”
During P.E.
class, the green-haired Ootani Kaho looked over the students in the class.
“Teacher Da Gu, it seems Ayato and student Kitakami Ai are not here.”
Chisato’s eyes were filled with helplessness.
Those two were having fun in the classroom; they wouldn’t be coming.
“Ayato? Alright then…”
Hearing it was the problem student Ayato, Ootani Kaho had no choice but to clap her hands.
“Let’s begin class.”
Chisato was distracted throughout the entire P.E.
class.
When it was finally over, she thought those two must be finished by now, but upon returning to the classroom, she found Ayato and Kitakami Ai were gone.
They weren’t in the classroom.
Could it be…
Thinking of the scene with Ayato yesterday, Chisato’s expression became even stranger.
Could they have left school to go home to do…
that kind of thing?
Yesterday it was me, and today it’s Kitakami Ai’s turn?
“Hmph, sooner or later he’s going to die on a woman,” Chisato muttered.
She had noticed that Ayato wasn’t in good shape this morning; having done it so many times yesterday, it was obvious he was exhausted today.
Yet he was still playing so hard, getting involved with student Kitakami Ai again.
He really has a death wish.
But then again, whether he dies on a woman or not, what does that have to do with me?
Why am I worrying about this?
Wouldn’t it be better if something happened to him?
Then I wouldn’t be coerced by him anymore.
It makes it seem like I’m actually concerned about him…