Whoosh—
Ignoring the bitter senior who is feeling melancholy, suspicious, and nervous, inside the classroom, a cute beautiful girl with silver hair and red eyes is biting her nails, staring blankly at the desk, seemingly thinking about something.
Her slender legs under the table are shaking back and forth.
"What exactly happened before?"
The abnormal changes in her body just now made Alice think wildly, but it wasn't really wild thoughts, that very obvious... comfortable pleasure, she still hasn't recovered from it.
Although that feeling has gradually disappeared.
However, the little panties inside are soaked, and they are still sticky, making her twist uncomfortably.
After returning to normal, Alice finally has free time to think. Those tempting white legs are actually still trembling a little. Whenever she thinks of the fiery feeling in her body before, she can't help but put her hand on them.
Very strange, too strange.
An inexplicable rush of lust surged up, and then inexplicably disappeared...
"Could it be related to that Michael?"
Alice couldn't help but think so. After calming down and thinking for a long time, there was no one else besides Michael. After all, she had a conflict with him at the time, and it suddenly appeared when she was confronting him.
Even though it's still unbelievable, how did he do it, considering my body suddenly became sensitive? From beginning to end, the only contact I had with him was a handshake.
Speaking of handshakes, what was wrong with me back then? I actually apologized to him and shook his hand for no reason. This kind of behavior is nothing like me; it's simply a disgrace.
Alice bit her finger harder and harder, feeling angry, suspicious, and nervous.
Thinking of the fiery desire that suddenly erupted when our skin touched, like he was a walking aphrodisiac, Alice felt a little something again. She rubbed her long legs together, and then quickly shook her head after realizing what she was doing, clutching her skirt tightly.
"It must be related to him!" The girl wasn't stupid. She couldn't guess when she was confused before, but now that she's awake, even without evidence, she has a rough idea. She turned her head and glanced at Michael's seat.
Finding his chair empty, Alice's fair cheeks turned indifferent as she pondered for a moment, then got up and left the classroom.
Michael, who didn't know that he was being targeted by the blonde hot girl, was in the bathroom, turning into a hunter and eating his prey bit by bit... the kind that eats them clean, and no matter how you look at it.
This purplish-red long-haired girl named Clara can't escape anymore, trapped in a cage at the hunter's mercy.
This is the women's restroom. The door is locked, and in this small space, the temperature is rising steadily. Sweat, the girl's body fragrance, and exhaled hot air are mixed together, making the air quite viscous.
Sitting on the toilet, Clara stretched her neck and looked up. The boy's breath and hot kisses fell on her neck. She curled her toes, enduring the increasingly intense feeling of invasion and the pleasure in her body.
Just a few minutes ago, she was talking to Yuto-senpai, and now she's been dragged into the women's restroom by this hateful guy to do these things... These should all belong to Yuto-senpai.
Whether it's her fair and smooth skin, her soft breasts, or even more private places, they should all belong to her beloved Yuto-senpai. She wanted to dedicate these to Yuto-senpai.
But now, she has no choice but to accept another man's possession. Although this isn't the first time, but... because she just met Yuto, the pressure and shock are even greater for Clara than yesterday.
What's more, this is the women's restroom, and she can occasionally hear the sounds outside.
If she's discovered—
Whenever she thinks of this, she can only cover her mouth with her hand, suppressing the sound of her delicate moans, her eyes hazy... There are quite a few strawberry marks on her neck and collarbone, so even clothes can't cover them up now.
Michael doesn't care if these will be discovered by others. In fact, it's even better that way.
"Huh? Did you guys hear any noise?"
"What noise?"
"I think I heard something..."
The conversation of the girls outside made Clara hold her breath and cover her mouth again, not daring to reveal even a trace of sound. But at this time, the hateful guy buried in the softness of her huge breasts deliberately increased the intensity of his sucking.
Making her toes tense up.
"Ugh!"
This, this bastard. Clara, half sensitive and half in pain, was stimulated beyond playfulness, like a wooden puppet leaning against the wall, letting him manipulate her. Her soft, boneless body was like water.
Her heart clearly resisted, but her body, her body was actually ready to be invaded by him at any time, even expecting and longing for his entry.
It shouldn't be like this!
But, she can't refuse. She couldn't refuse yesterday, and today... she can't refuse even more.
Clara panted heavily, glanced at the boy buried in her breasts, felt the naughty hand inside her skirt, bit her alluring cherry lips, and slowly closed her eyes.
But a few seconds later, the feeling suddenly disappeared.
Whether it was the feeling on her chest or the feeling inside her skirt.
Opening her eyes, she saw that the boy, with sparse black bangs covering part of his forehead, had already released her body and was staring at her with a calm gaze. Although calm, Clara always felt that he had a hateful smile on the corner of his lips.
"What's wrong, Clara? What are you expecting?" Michael took out a tissue to wipe his hands. Clara knew very well where the bright water stains on it came from, and a look of shame and anger appeared on her delicate and beautiful face.
"I, I'm not expecting anything!" The girl said with a hint of resentment in her voice.
But it didn't sound so firm.
Of course, it wasn't firm. Michael shook his still-uncleaned hand and smiled, "Is that so? Really?"
That smile was as hateful as it could be in Clara's eyes. She moved her lips, "What exactly, what exactly do you want to do? Doing that to me in front of Yuto-senpai... Bringing me to the restroom to do bad things, and now—"
"What exactly is your purpose?"
"I don't have any purpose, Clara," Michael still had a smiling expression, although this smile was a bit cold in her eyes, "It's just simply interesting, don't overthink it."
Interesting?
"Especially seeing you, Clara, looking so thirsty but unable to be satisfied, it's even more interesting," Michael teased.
Hearing this, the girl's face turned red, "I, I, I'm not sexually frustrated!"
Being stubborn can't change the true reflection of her body. What's terrifying is that Michael said it very accurately. She is indeed sexually frustrated. She was ready to be entered by him, but it stopped at the critical moment. At that moment, at that instant.
She really felt a sense of emptiness.
Because of this, Clara's reaction was so great. She would never admit it!
"Don't be embarrassed to admit it. I won't laugh at you, and it's not intentional. After all—"
He dragged out the sound, "After all, I didn't bring any condoms today. Doing that kind of thing is very dangerous."
"Today is my safe period!" Clara bit her silver teeth and said angrily.
"..."
Michael stared at her blankly, watching the girl's face turn from white to red, from red to black, and finally couldn't help but laugh, "Pfft—"
Realizing that this was the women's restroom, she quickly covered her mouth.
Clara only felt that his laughter was extremely ear-piercing, and she hated her own words even more, as if, as if she was eagerly craving his affection. How could this be?
How could it be like this?
"No, I, I didn't mean that! It's just…"
"No need to explain, Clara. I understand."
What do you understand? You're doing this on purpose!
The girl's chest heaved, swaying, a turbulent wave. "You, whether it was Yuto-senpai before or just now, you did it on purpose. You're deliberately bullying me, toying with me!"
Pulling me away in front of senpai, doing bad things in the women's restroom, and saying it's dangerous to do that kind of thing, you're just treating me like a toy to play with!
"Knowing is enough. No need to say it out loud."
"You—!"
Clara's eyes reddened, and tears welled up. She didn't know why, but she just felt sad and upset, biting her lip and glaring at Michael with her wet, large eyes, looking like a pear blossom in the rain, her face full of grievance.
"Why are you crying? Although I am indeed bullying you," Michael didn't expect her reaction to be so strong. He pinched her chin, stroking her smooth skin and cheeks.
To be honest, he did feel a little bit of pity.
His movements softened a lot, wiping away her tears.
"A pretty girl like Clara, everyone would want to bully her a little, right?" Michael leaned down, inhaling the fragrance from her body.
His fingers slid from her eyes to her nose, mouth, and caressed her warm, moist lips. "But that doesn't mean I don't respect you, because… the only person who can bully you is me."
What kind of respect is that? It's just possessiveness.
No, come to think of it, starting from yesterday's coercion, it has nothing to do with respect!
Clara really wanted to say that, but—her body went limp, softened by his gentle, ambiguous movements, her heart melting under his gentle hand.
But this time, Clara didn't resist or react much, because she was almost used to it.
It must be that he did something to her body. It's all his fault. That's how it is, she thought.
Not knowing what to say, Clara tried to avoid his gaze, enduring the tingling sensation in her body, and turned her head. "Class, class is about to start—"
She had just heard the bell ring. The girls had all left, and the restroom became quiet.
It was a good opportunity to leave.
"Yeah, and then?"
Michael's hand slid onto her collarbone. It was just a simple touch, it had happened many times, but Clara's delicate body still trembled slightly, unable to bear it.
She realized that her body was very sensitive, especially in front of this bad guy.
"Go back to class."
"We don't need to go to class this afternoon," Michael shook his head in refusal. Japanese schools usually have more relaxed courses in the afternoon. "We're going back."
Go back? Go where?
Clara looked up in astonishment, meeting his dark eyes.
"Weren't you complaining about me just now? So, we're skipping class. We're going back to my place, and you can do whatever you want until whenever you want."
Who, who was complaining about you!
"You only came to school close to noon, and now you're skipping class. You haven't even attended a few classes, have you?" Clara asked in surprise.
"What's the point of attending class? Attendance is enough," Michael narrowed his eyes. "You want it too, don't you?"
"..."
A few minutes later, on the empty schoolyard, Yuto, who was by the window in the classroom, saw Michael and Clara leaving. The expression of this popular senpai clearly turned a bit ugly.
Alice also had the same expression.
After searching for a long time, that Michael actually ran away?!