Chapter 77

Chapter 77Chapter 77

So why was Louis Philippe crowned as king? It was...

Miyuki flinched while listening to an enthusiastic professors lecture on world history.

Her right elbow rested on the desk, supporting her chin in thought, startled because Matsudas left hand had suddenly slipped into the inside of her thigh.

.....

He was so well-behaved yesterday, why is he doing this again today?

Such a troublesome boyfriend.

Miyuki frowned and poked Matsudas waist as a sign for him to stop.

However, he didnt move at all.

Instead, it seemed like he was retaliating for just having his waist touched, pulling up Miyukis uniform shirt tucked into her skirt.

.... Ahem...

Miyuki tried to signal her refusal with a very small cough, but it was futile.

Matsuda continued to pretend to focus on the class while caressing and kneading Miyukis thigh.

Why is he doing this...!

Feeling herself growing slightly warm, Miyuki bit down hard on a part of her lower lip, drawing it into her mouth.

Pretending to take notes, she scribbled something on her notebook and stealthily pushed it toward Matsudas desk.

[Stop it.]

Catching a glimpse of the note, Matsuda quietly snorted and started moving his hand more vigorously.

His hand slithered up like a snake, not just to the inside of her thigh but also to the back and even the pelvis.

Grazing over the protruding hip bone as if licking it, he made Miyukis lower body tense up.

.... Mm...

A quiet moan, mixing discomfort and pleasure, escaped Miyukis lips at the sudden tingling sensation.

As she let out a long sigh, she panicked when Masako, sitting in front of her, almost turned her head.

Could it be...

Did she hear my voice?

What should I do if she did?

Despite her worries, Masako did not look back.

Relieved, Miyuki saw her pulling out a new notebook from the desk drawer and diligently taking notes, giving Miyuki a moment to catch her breath.

Then, stealthily,

Matsudas hand moved toward her waist.

With unmatched skill, he unfastened the skirt buckle and slid his hand inside.

Feeling his bold move, Miyukis eyes widened more than twice their size.

Shocked to her core, she hurriedly tried to pinch Matsudas waist.

But when Matsudas hand moved past her panties and touched her mound, all her movements halted, and she looked around anxiously.

What is he doing...!

This is a school...! In the middle of a classroom...!

And during class...!

Miyuki barely managed to suppress the desire to scream, her eyes trembling as if an earthquake had struck when Matsudas middle finger pressed firmly against her mound.

A delightful shiver rose from below, spreading through her entire body.

Her grip on the pen tightened, and her thighs couldnt unfold, bunched up in an attempt to endure the escalating pleasure.

Hot breaths escaped her nose, cooling the rising heat of her body.

The anxious thought that someone might see,

the guilt of engaging in such sticky acts with her boyfriend in a classroom where they should be attending a lesson, all transformed into pleasure, stirring waves in Miyukis emotions and quickly driving her into a state of excitement.

Turning her head slightly, she caught the indifferent expression of Matsuda.

Behind him, Tetsuyas drowsy eyes and slightly open mouth appeared as if he was almost asleep.

Other students were either distracted, whispering secretly among themselves.

No one seemed to pay any attention to her, belittled by Matsuda.

.....

Feeling her body heat up, Miyuki decided this couldnt continue.

Her hand moved slowly, trying not to alert the other students with her short, quick breaths.

[Matsuda-kun. Please...]

She wrote in a shaky handwriting.

Matsudas lips slightly curled up upon reading it.

Ignoring Miyukis plea, his fingers started to move more assertively inside her, causing her panties to dampen with his ruthless yet warm touches.

Ah, this cant be happening...

She quickly propped her elbows on the desk, resting her chin on her hands.

Haa...

Exhaling a hot breath and concentrating to calm her excitement, Miyuki felt an unbearable itch in her lower abdomen and clenched her eyes shut.

This feeling...

Strangely, it feels too good.

The thought that she should stop this is quickly swallowed by the thought that she should let it continue.

How long is he planning to do this?n0ve(l)bi(n.)co/m

Given Matsudas mischievous nature, it seems like hell continue until class ends

Climbing onto my lap and placing her hands on my shoulders, she seemed quite miffed by my teasing.

And she seemed to be having trouble calming her excitement.

With her eyes half-closed as if about to kiss me at any moment, Miyuki brought her face close to mine and slowly rocked her pelvis back and forth.

Her head filled with pleasure, drowning out her rational thoughts.

Rubbing herself against the bulge in my pants, she soon started to fervently kiss my neck.

A tingling sensation spread across various parts of my neck.

It felt like ants were crawling all over my body.

I slightly furrowed my brows and gently stroked the area around Miyukis buttocks, who seemed not to know what she was doing.

It hurts. Stop.

Miyuki then glared at me with wide-open eyes.

I told you to stop, too...

I know.

But you didnt listen to my requests... even during class... when you knew it would put me in a difficult position...

Thats true.

So why cant I do it now? Especially since... here...

Here?

Its just the two of us... we can, right...?

Miyukis tone, brimming with bashfulness as she challenged me, was laden with allure.

A faint scent of plums wafted from her body, which usually smelled refreshingly sweet but now morphed into something intoxicatingly exotic, like incense filling a secluded room.

Feeling momentarily dizzy, I responded.

Now that we get rid of the obstacle... we can proceed.

Obstacle? Is Tetsuya some object? Correct yourself and say it again...

Was the issue not the obstacle but the way I said get rid of? She also implicitly thought Tetsuya was hindering us, right?

Annoyed by him, just like yesterday in the parking lot? Im genuinely pleased.

I said it out of annoyance.

Thats an excuse. Speak clearly...

Her stern rebuke made her seem like a teacher about to physically discipline a delinquent student.

Im so frustrated, should we just do it here for a bit?

I dont like it. Its true that Miura is an obstacle.

Why are you so immature? Its not like youre in puberty...

Thats just how I am.

Matsuda-kun... youre really awful today...

Miyuki then slightly backed away and placed a hand on my chest.

Her slender fingers trailed down from my sternum, across my abdomen, and further down.

Soon, they slipped past my trousers, teasing the band of my underwear before dipping inside.

Miyuki startled momentarily when her fingers accidentally brushed the tip. However, that shock was fleeting.

With a look of fear mixed with curiosity, she whispered,

.... You need to be punished...

Gently wrapping the head with the first knuckles of her five fingers, she began to stroke up and down.

A ticklish sensation surged from my lower body, filling my mind as my legs straightened, the tips of my toes reaching the upper part of the legroom.

Thump.

The dull sound snapped me back to reality, and I reclined the seat back to create more space. Then, I firmly grasped Miyukis waist.

Could it be that Miyuki was thoroughly enjoying my disheveled state? A smirk played on her lips.

Was this... that technique Miyuki had studied about driving your man wild? I seriously want to take a closer look at that column because its driving me insane.

Miyuki... wait... ugh!

Trying to halt Miyuki, I was involuntarily bent forward by an overwhelming wave of pleasure surging from my lower half.

And just as quickly, Miyukis hand withdrew from my trousers. The euphoria vanished in an instant. With a twitch of my brow, I lifted my head.

At first, I thought Miyuki was deliberately teasing me. But seeing her expression, I realized that wasnt the case.

.....

Miyuki seemed at a loss, not because she was embarrassed about being forward, but because she was unsure of what to do next.

Had she tried to follow the column, only for my reaction to be more intense than expected? Laughing at the innocence of her response as my excitement waned, I lightly tapped her buttocks.

Move over. Were heading home.

.....

Miyuki hesitated, merely exhaling through her nose. It seemed she didnt want to break the dominant atmosphere. Reading her like an open book, I shook my head.

Shall we start moving like this then?

Oh, no...! That would be dangerous...! You fool...!

She groaned as she moved over to the passenger seat. She appeared regretful, probably thinking she shouldve continued the steamy atmosphere without hesitation.

I felt the same regret. I had been enjoying Miyukis seductive actions and attempted to turn the tables with some foreplay... I wanted to enjoy the unique pleasure that can only be felt in special locations, but it fizzled out, which was disappointing.

With Miyukis face still flushed, I reached over to gently massage the back of her neck, soothing her before starting the car.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind: my next car should definitely have autonomous driving capabilities.

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