Daily life at the college

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"Hey, did you guys know the movie's showing this weekend?" "Yeah, yeah, I managed to snag tickets for the premiere!" "There's a new CD sale in Akihara this Sunday, are you guys going?" "Sorry, I'm going to the department store this weekend to buy the latest cosmetics, so I won't be going." As class time approached, everyone returned to their classrooms, preparing for class. They discussed their weekend activities with their friends, or sat in their seats, looking at the latest magazines featuring their idols, their faces beaming with happiness at the beautiful pictures.

This was the daily routine at the academy; during this precious free time, everyone used their own methods to relieve the pressure from their heavy studies. It was a daily routine, the classroom filled with laughter. But no one noticed the darkness beneath the laughter.

In a corner of the classroom, Tomoyo lay on her desk, her face buried in her hands. This was actually quite normal; after lunch, some people would take a nap during their lunch break to counteract the fatigue from the morning classes. So no one paid much attention, but if someone looked closely, they would notice that Tomoyo's lips, buried in her hands, were emitting alluring moans of "Ah, um, um, ah," and her long legs were rubbing against the ground, tightening and relaxing intermittently. Her fingers, resting on the table, were gently tracing patterns on the surface. If someone had seen Tomoyo's face hidden under her hands at this moment, they would have noticed a delicate blush on her cheeks, and her slightly contorted expression suggesting she was enduring something. What

was going on? It turned out that when the boy left, he had smeared a clear liquid on Tomoyo's genitals. This caused Tomoyo to feel a slight heat. At first, she didn't pay much attention, assuming the heat was from the boy's stirring within her. She already knew that her body was extremely sensitive to boys.

However, things took an unexpected turn. As time passed, the heat in her genitals didn't decrease; instead, it intensified. Although the rate of increase was quite slow, it was indeed increasing little by little. As time passed, that initial heat gradually turned into a spark, slowly igniting the energy that Tomoyo had just extinguished.

"Mmm, mmm, ah,"

Tomoyo groaned softly, feeling as if ants were crawling on her lower body. Tomoyo desperately wanted to reach out and grab them, but she dared not, because she wasn't wearing anything underneath. And she knew all too well that her lower body was already soaking wet. Tomoyo's current situation was like a frog being slowly cooked in lukewarm water; although she knew that only despair awaited her in the end, she was gradually becoming addicted to the current pleasure.

"Yo, Tomoyo, I'm back."

Just as Tomoyo was resisting the energy surging through her body, a breath of warm air brushed against her earlobe, and she heard that familiar voice. Tomoyo looked up, and a boy with a mischievous grin appeared before her.

"You..."

Looking at that mischievous grin, Tomoyo felt a lump in her throat. But the thought that they were in a classroom calmed Tomoyo down. She figured the boy wouldn't lay a hand on her here.

"Oh, sorry, I knocked your pen over."

But Tomoyo clearly underestimated the boy's audacity, uttering completely incoherent words. He bent down to pick up the non-existent pen, while his other hand slid into her lower body.

"Ugh."

Tomoyo, surprised by the boy's boldness, let out a soft moan. She glanced around, realizing her moan hadn't attracted the attention of the other students, and her heart sank in. However, the fingers stirring inside her proved her relief was premature.

"You're getting more and more sensitive, Tomoyo-chan."

The boy stirred her lower body a few times, then held out his fingers in front of her. Tomoyo could clearly see the glistening, obscene fluid on the boy's two fingers, proving just how wet her lower body was.

"Don't do that, someone's watching."

Unable to refute the boy's words, Tomoyo could only turn her head away, pretending not to see the water on his hands. She just wanted him to leave quickly, even forgetting her question about what he had done to her genitals.

"Well, that's enough for now. Let me enjoy it later, Tomoyo-chan." Unexpectedly, the boy didn't press the matter further. He simply returned to his seat. However, hearing the boy's words, a fire ignited in Tomoyo's heart. Enjoy? Enjoy what? What did he see her as, a toy?

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong."

Just as Tomoyo's anger was burning, the bell, signaling preparation, rang in her ears. As if arranged, Wakatake Haruka walked into the classroom to the sound of the bell, followed by all the students who had returned to their seats after hearing the bell. This included Tomoyo.

"Class begins, stand up, sit down."

With the words of the student on duty, Wakatake Haruka's English class began. However, Tomoyo sensed that the boy's attention wasn't on the text Wakatake Haruka was referring to; his gaze was fixed on her back, scanning her up and down. Although she couldn't see his eyes, Tomoyo sensed a deep curiosity within them.

Curious about what? Of course, he was curious about how long the "toy" before him could endure the rising pleasure. And how it would react when it broke down.

"I won't let you have your way,"

Tomoyo silently resolved, determined not to let the boy have his way. Sensing Tomoyo's confidence from somewhere, the boy withdrew his gaze, propped his chin up, looked out the window, and muttered softly,

"A waste of time."

"Um, this first."

"Ha, ha." "

And then this will..."

"Um, ah."

"That'll give you the final answer."

Time slowly passed as Wakatake Haruka continued her lesson. To be fair, although young, Wakatake Haruka possessed considerable teaching skills. Dry English became lively and interesting in her words, making it easier for the students to understand.

However, none of this mattered to Tomoyo. The stark contrast between her strong will and physical fragility was overwhelming. The intense stimulation of her uterus caused a chill to run down her thighs, and the love fluid within her vagina was already seeping out. Tomoyo felt as if her body was being burned. She repeatedly crossed and swung her legs, trying to escape the tingling sensation in her lower body.

"Ah, he's looking at me again."

This was the boy. Tomoyo knew that her current state was being observed by him. So, how did the boy see her now? Did he see this woman who had made such bold pronouncements but was so easily defeated by desire? Tomoyo

didn't know the answer to that. All she knew was that the boy definitely had some new idea. This was because the boy had borrowed her notes earlier, claiming he hadn't finished taking them.

What a joke! She was already struggling to resist the sensations in her lower body; how could she possibly listen to the teacher's lesson? In other words, Tomoyo's notes were blank. It wasn't hard to guess what the boy's intentions were in borrowing those blank notes.

"Stick the pen into your genitals and stir it!!!!"

Although Tomoyo had already guessed that the boy had bad intentions, she still didn't expect him to be so perverted.

He wanted her to masturbate in almost public. For a moment, Tomoyo was consumed by rage, and her desires were somewhat diminished.

"Aren't you going to care about your brother anymore!?"

Tomoyo's reaction was exactly what the boy expected. Below that sentence was a small figure drawn, with a dagger next to its neck. This was blatant blackmail; if Tomoyo didn't obey, Takafumi's safety wouldn't be guaranteed.

Tomoyo's hand trembled, and the pen she gripped clicked, seemingly about to snap at any moment.

Tomoyo was filled with rage, but what could she do? In just two days, Tomoyo experienced a dramatic change. Initially, out of guilt towards Takafumi, Tomoyo wanted to resolve the situation on her own. However, she ended up becoming the boy's plaything on the train.

At school, seeing the boy threw her into disarray. After a wet dream, she was seen masturbating in the restroom by the boy. She was dragged into the adjacent restroom and forced to satisfy his desires twice with her mouth. She even nearly lost her precious virginity.

Although she barely managed to preserve it, the price was being stripped naked except for her school uniform. And now she's being forced to masturbate, using a pen that's obviously covered in some unknown liquid, to commit obscene acts in the sacred classroom.

"Takabun."

One wrong step leads to another. The initial wrong choice has caused Tomoyo's body to slip out of her control.

Recalling her beloved younger brother's smile, Tomoyo's heart is filled with helplessness, and slowly, the strength in her hands subsides.

"That's more like it."

Ignoring the boy's mockery behind her, Tomoyo carefully observes her surroundings. But whether to call it luck or misfortune is debatable. The seats on the whiteboard are randomly drawn, and Tomoyo drew the second to last row of the fourth group.

That means her left side is the wall.

And this row, apart from her, consists of so-called sports "specialists." Even more outrageous is that these sports specialists all have matches today and aren't here. That means there's only one person in Tomoyo's row—herself. In this case, Tomoyo only needs to be careful of the teacher's gaze and whether the person in front of her will suddenly turn around. The teacher's gaze can be blocked by the table, meaning that if she does well, the probability of being discovered is minimized.

Of course, this was just Tomoyo's psychological comfort. Looking left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention, Tomoyo took another deep breath and, taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, inserted the pen into her lower body.

"Hmm."

The foreign object invaded her territory, and her flesh immediately enveloped it, feeling a slight coolness emanating from within. Tomoyo couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Move faster."

Hearing the boy's words from behind, Tomoyo couldn't help but roll her eyes. However, her hand still obeyed the boy's command and began to slowly thrust in and out.

The pen moved in and out of her vagina, and with each thrust, the protrusion of the pen would rub against and scrape against the flesh. It felt like someone was digging into her flesh, and the cold touch of the pen and the unknown liquid further intensified the sensations within her body.

"Ah, um, ah, ah."

In no time, Tomoyo groaned again, as the liquid seeped in. The pleasure within her body was like a fuel, growing stronger and stronger, burning faster and faster. The pen, which had initially only dabbled at the entrance, was now deeply embedded in the depths of her vagina. As Tomoyo's hand moved faster, more and more of the pen's fluids increased with each insertion and withdrawal. Tomoyo felt herself getting closer and closer to another climax.

"Slate-up girl."

Just as Tomoyo was becoming increasingly engrossed in the pleasure of masturbating with the pen, a voice brought her back to reality. Looking up, she saw Wakatake Haruka looking in her direction, her brows slightly furrowed. Tomoyo could see that Wakatake Haruka's gaze was fixed on her genitals, where her hand and a pen covered in vaginal fluid were.

She had been seen, seen, seen. Tomoyo was filled with terror. This was how it should be, but in reality, Tomoyo's mind was remarkably calm, even observing Wakatake Haruka.

So what did Tomoyo see? She saw Wakatake Haruka's outer garment. Although the style was exactly the same as when they first met, the color was slightly different. She saw that the lipstick on Wakatake Haruka's lips was shimmering, just like her light makeup, as if it had been freshly applied. What was going on? Tomoyo felt something flash through her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it.

"Come up and solve this problem."

Wakatake Haruka couldn't possibly know Tomoyo's observations and thoughts. With Wakatake Haruka's words, Tomoyo saw the problems covering the entire blackboard behind her. This reassured her, confirming that Wakatake Haruka hadn't seen her masturbating. Surely she wouldn't have witnessed that embarrassing scene and then have to solve the problem herself.

Although one crisis was resolved, an even bigger one awaited Tomoyo. Wakatake Haruka's voice had made Tomoyo subconsciously insert the pen deep into her vagina. With everyone watching, pulling it out was impossible. In other words, Tomoyo had to solve the problem with a foreign object inside her, even though her lower body was empty.

"I...I understand."

But in this situation, Tomoyo couldn't say no—no, it should be said that Tomoyo didn't want to say no. The boy behind her looked at her with intense mockery; he was watching Tomoyo's embarrassment, waiting to see her awkwardness. Having successfully prevented the boy from watching the spectacle, Tomoyo impulsively agreed.

"Ugh, ah."

Tomoyo had guessed that walking with a foreign object inserted would be quite difficult, but she hadn't expected it to be this difficult. The pen inside her vagina kept sliding down due to the liquid. Tomoyo could only tighten her legs to prevent the pen from slipping out. She also had to lift the pen up from time to time, while walking in a way that didn't seem too different from normal, so that no one would notice anything amiss. As a result, the pen kept moving up and down inside her vagina. And the pen the boy had chosen was quite large. In other words, the current situation was no different from a penis gently inserting into her vagina.

This gave Tomoyo a strong shock, and her vaginal fluids overflowed again. Was it luck or what? Today, Tomoyo was wearing pure white knee-high stockings, instead of the usual below-the-knee style.

The vaginal fluids that flowed out were absorbed by the pure white stockings. Tomoyo just needed to be careful not to let the pen slip out because of large steps.

That was true, but Tomoyo was still afraid. He worried that his school uniform would make his nipples stand out from the sweat, and that his classmates would notice the drops of semen on the floor. He worried that the blush on his face would be noticed by those who had already gone through their coming-of-age ceremonies, and that they would make other assumptions.

The short walk felt like a long march to Tomoyo. Finally reaching the blackboard, Tomoyo took a deep breath to calm the agitation in his lower body. He began to look at the problem and realized it was indeed quite difficult; no wonder the teacher had called him up. So Tomoyo began to solve the problem.

Because the problem covered the entire blackboard, Tomoyo could only move back and forth in front of it as he solved it. The gazes behind him increased his pressure. The pen in his anus, moving along the horizontal lines, intensified the stimulation. Tomoyo could feel the stockings on his inner thighs slowly becoming transparent from the wetness. And the energy within him, moving little by little, gradually reached its peak.

"That concludes the complete solution to this problem."

"Wow, wow, wow, the student on the board is amazing! She even solved a problem like that!" "Yeah, she's so amazing!" But the students below, admiring Tomoyo, were unaware that the stimulation from the pen on her during her turn had finally crossed the line. A small climax occurred in full view of everyone. Her legs, hidden under the podium, were trembling slightly, and the lustful fluid from her vagina happily squeezed out from between her closed legs, trickling down Tomoyo's inner thighs, seeping into her stockings, the wet patches on her inner thighs gradually widening.

The students didn't notice this absurd climax on the podium. Wakatake Haruka, however, looked dazed, seemingly oblivious, while the boy looked at Tomoyo's forced composure with a wicked grin. But no one knew that above the school, cracks tore through the sky, and within those cracks flowed dark malice, and within them, indistinct voices echoed.

"Sister..."

[The End]

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