ăThe default noh mask is becoming like that of a hannya, after all. Itâs on the level that even as someone whoâs gotten used to it, Iâd raise a scream if I were to see it off guard.ă
ăI wondered if you were so sleepy that you were gritting your teeth. The people around us are taking an early leave due to stress, though.
ă⊠In my opinion, there seem to be monsters that launch sleep-inducing attacks too, so might as well use this chance to train my sleep resistance, splatter all.ă
ăYou, the end of your words is getting weird, isnât it? No matter how you think about it.ă
Begone, you devil.
Iâm in the middle of undergoing a trial right now.
I feel like Iâm achieving enlightenment, just like Buddha, who brushed aside the temptation of Mara, the incarnation of worldly desires.
I shalt accomplisheth the six-root purification and reacheth nirvana.
The white sacrâd kaleidoscope flashes in mine own mind, and as I am being libâratâd from the earthly desires and the woes of sir, I cometh in toucheth with the sooth of the univârse.
This is the sooth of the wârld.
A warmth ovârflowing with soft and tranquil bliss.
ă⊠Are you awake?ă
ăMine own aye hasât been hath opened.ă
I was supposed to be sitting in my seat in the classroom, but for some reason I seem to be sleeping soundly on Shizukaâs lap pillow.
I attain enlightenment that a girlâs lap pillow is nirvana.
ăFor Godâs sake, let me sleep, as you said that, we were unanimously driven out of the classroom.ă
ăSoree.ă
I ended up getting Shizuka involved.
Or rather, how did she carry me here, I wonder?
Donât tell me, was I carried here in a princess carry? Thatâs a little embarrassing.
Letâs borrow the class notes from Seiichi.
Despite appearance, heâs quite a good penman.
Even a bench bed with the hedge as the background will turn into a comfortable bedding if itâs combined with Shizukaâs lap pillow.
The sun is shining gently through the trees, and the air smells of grass and earth.
Apparently, we are in the garden near the library.
Perhaps because itâs still in class period, the presences of people around are, well, they appear no more than sparsely.
It seems that there are several groups of misbehaving students who are skipping class and going ahnahnahn.
I think itâs truly a school with freedom when it comes to such sexual morality.
Shizukaâs right hand that is stroking my head is endlessly gentle, if I close my eyes, I feel like Iâll end up drifting to Nirvana again.
However, her simultaneously rubbing my ass with her left hand has a very, train molestation feeling to it.
With shame, humiliation and pleasure for having been sexually teased mixing with each other, Iâm like a splash mountain.
No, well, I donât splash simply from receiving ass stimulation, but I do raise a mountain.
ăLast night, nuisance barged in while we were at it, soâŠ.ă
ăYeah.ă
ă⊠Besides, we havenât had time to be alone lately.ă
True enough, I feel like I have always been with someone.
Itâs an academy life with us living in a dormitory, so basically itâs an all-time communal life.
Itâs difficult to secure private time.
Spending time leisurely with just the two of us like this is not so bad either.
ăLike, if I were to just lock you up once for all, Touma-san, maybe we would be able to be together forever, or so Iâve been thinking.ă
ăDo cease the idea.ă
It seems that Shizuka-san is ending up turning ill from excessive frustration.
*Stare*⊠The eyes that are staring at me feverishly boast a high degree of seriousness.
In this case, I have no choice but to use my secret technique, chikan gaeshi (turning molestation strike).
*Swoosh* Sudden reversal without reading the air.
Itâs a rule breaking brute technique, as if to tell her to clean the ear on the other side as well.
Getting my face pressed against her vital, Shizuka also becomes flustered with her cheeks reddening as if saying that she has been had, I wish!
As the stroking moves from my head to my earlobe, shiver runs through my spine.
And then, inevitably, the ass rubbing also switches to Mountain Dew from the front.
No, it doesnât let out dew even when the Mountain gets stroked from over the pants, but the stimulation level is soaring through the roof.
The damage conversion due to reversal turns out to be disadvantageous for me.
However, up to this point is ultimately just a set-up.
Sliding up Shizukaâs skirt through head rolling on her laps, I launch a direct attack to the area that has turned into an absolute territory.
Facing my extremely shameful molestation attack, Shizuka doesnât seem to raise a cute kyaa scream.
The fingertips that Iâve sent to infiltrate the depth of her things report back that sheâs already soaking wet through her panties.
ă⊠While Iâm giving a lap pillow, endless fantasies flash through my mind.ă
ăSarendaa.ă
Itâs a complete defeat where my molestation act doesnât set in place and thus makes my attack rendered meaningless.
ăI want a reward for serving as a pillow, I thinkâŠ.ă
*Shew* As the zipper is pulled down, the extended mountain is in Shizukaâs hands.
If she teases it too much, I feel that things would end up heating up in an unexpected direction.
Getting off the bench and making Shizuka stand too, I make her bend forward and place her hands on the seat board.
When I roll her skirt back up, I find that about half of the panties wrapped around her jiggly ass are wet.
Putting my hands on the cute pink frilly panties, I lay bare her buttocks.
When I put my hands on the butt tabs and spread open the valley, the glossy wet pubic mound also opens its mouth with a poof.
When I place the tip of the mountain pole, whose restrain suit has been released (Cross Out), against the butt groove, the glans ends up sliding smoothly into the mucous membrane.
Remaining grabbing Shizukaâs ass, I plug it in all the way to the base.
The inside of Shizukaâs ass, which I penetrate almost every day, is probably the female genitalia Iâm most familiar with.
But that doesnât necessarily mean Iâve ended up getting tired of using it.
The standard of woman body for me is Shizukaâs ass, as it feels perfectly fit with mine like a katana and scabbard that Mikan-senpai made in pairs with a smug look on her face.
The mountain pole vigorously arching back inside Shizuka pistons through her vaginal cave as if scraping off the folds on the ceiling.
The valley of her ass, still glued to my hands, tightens up when I insert it, and her thighs tremble as for when I pull it out.
As I merge with Shizukaâs ass, I look up at the blue sky that boasts fine weather with a light heart.
After raising a smack-smack-smack sound by means of pounding Shizuka drum to the point of the surroundings becoming quiet, we sit on a bench and make out until the bell in the clock tower rings.
It is a mystery that for some reason the surrounding comrades seem to have suddenly awakened to Japanese drums.
In the end, Shizuka doesnât get off my lap until the end, but once the deed time is over, she goes back to normal without a hitch.
She doesnât link her arm with mine or stickily cling to me.
Itâs like she is following the man three steps back.
I donât have the slightest intention to act like a hectoring husband, but that sense of distance of Shizukaâs is comfortable.
Well, in return, she becomes a spoiled child more than anyone else during sex.
I ended up boycotting class, but maybe itâs fine to have a day like this once in a while.
Slumping down on her desk with a plop, Mai flailed her outstretched hands.
ăThank you for your hard work.ă
Having the answer sheets collected and being freed from the tension of the midterm exam, buzz returned to the classroom.
Shizuka, who had slacked off on her prep and review outside of class, also breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the difficulty was not particularly much of a problem.
ăHaving to study for Japanese and math tests at this point, I really donât get it.ă
ăI have a feeling that you were reading manga yesterday as well, though, Mai-sanâŠ.ă
There was Mai who had abandoned even the overnight cramming before the test.
ăLook at things like kanji, formulas and alphabets on tests is such a pain.ă
ăYou sure are fundamentally idiotic on hopeless level, huh, Mai.ă
Hearing the words of Seiichi, who was resting his chin on his elbow on the desk, Mai sulked and raised her face.
ăThe same goes for you, doesnât it, Seiichi?ă
ăI filled in all the answer boxes, though. Unless I did some careless mistake, I donât think there will be any problem.ă
ă⊠Doesnât that mean youâre confident that youâll get a perfect score?ă
ăNo, honestly speaking, it was a middle school level question, right?ă
There was the motive that even for the academy, they wished to prioritize dungeon conquest rather than having the students take supplementary lessons after getting failing marks on written tests.
The borderline for academic ability was as low as that of bottom-tier school.