Chapter 6.2
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Chapter 6.2: Playing In The Classroom
Her grip was surprisingly strong—Akane couldn’t get her hand close enough to touch herself.
“Why…?!”
“Akane-san… you said ‘not today,’ didn’t you? You have to take responsibility for your words.”
Akane didn’t have the energy to argue—she pulled her hand back as Chihiro commanded.
Her penis remained painfully hard—and if Chihiro moved away now, there was a high chance her classmates would notice.
But if she tried to secretly relieve herself, Chihiro would stop her again.
Thinking about it rationally… Masturbating in class was nothing but a risk.
All Akane could do now was squirm under the frustration of being teased.
“Ugh…”
Her penis burned with heat inside her underwear—showing no signs of softening.
Her focus drifted from her notes as she shifted her hips slightly—trying to give herself even a little stimulation.
With each movement, her panties dug into her flesh—gently pressing against the tip of her penis.
(This feels good… but not enough to cum.)
“Huh? Akane-san… are you feeling okay?”
Chihiro spoke loudly enough for those nearby to hear.
Naturally, the students around them turned their attention toward Akane.
Her cheeks flushed with shame as she shook her head desperately.
For some reason, Chihiro was also breathing heavily—staring at Akane with that same mischievous smirk as always.
…
The self-study period was nearly over—only a few minutes left.
The chaos of the classroom hadn’t eased, and everyone was either chatting or lost in their own studies.
A faint, sensual aroma lingered in the air like a whisper of temptation.
Yet strangely, no one noticed it.
“Akane-san, you look so miserable~”
Chihiro leaned against her desk, smirking as she spoke to Akane.
Akane clenched her teeth, unable to do anything but glare at Chihiro.
It was true—she was miserable. Her pants were soaked with her juices and pre-cum, staining her skirt as well.
“Even your rebellious face is cute, isn’t it~? Snowy!”
Chihiro turned to Yukine, who sat across from them, and gave her a sly grin.
Yukine said nothing, her eyes still fixed on Chihiro as if waiting for something.
Chihiro took that as an invitation and placed her hand on Akane’s knee.
“Nn…?”
“…What?”
“Let me make it easier for you?”
Chihiro tilted her head playfully, her voice dripping with mockery.
Akane’s eyes widened as she stared at Chihiro—right now, Chihiro’s hand felt like a Buddhist hand offering salvation in a living hell.
“…Want me to?”
“…”
Akane didn’t answer.
Chihiro pressed her fingers together, forming a circle, and gave her a teasing wink.
Akane’s patience snapped—her body gave in with a soft snap.
“…Yes.”
“…”
Chihiro smiled knowingly, as if she’d been waiting for this all along.
Her hand slid from Akane’s knee up her thigh, lingering just a moment before stopping.
A hint of pleasure prickled Akane’s nerves.
But Chihiro’s touch was deliberate—her fingers pressed against Akane’s thigh, refusing to move further.
“…Let me plead~”
“…Eh?”
“Do you understand? Pleading. You’re supposed to ask your master for nice things, right?”
Chihiro’s words dripped with condescension.
Akane remembered how she’d been forced into this in the gym storage room before.
If she let herself cum now, she could avoid embarrassing herself in front of her classmates.
But if she masturbated in class, there was a chance her classmates would catch her in the act.
Still, Akane couldn’t resist the temptation—she surrendered to the pleasure, her body trembling as she whispered:
“…M-ma…ster~…”
“Hey!” Chihiro chirped with a grin, her voice dripping with mockery.
“Please make Akane-san’s messy little penis feel good with your master’s hands…”
It was a whisper meant only for Chihiro—so faint it seemed to vanish into the air.
This was Akane’s fourth time pleading, but she still felt utterly inexperienced.
It was a form of humiliation in the middle of a classroom full of classmates.
Yet, as she realized she was being played into Chihiro’s trap, something about it oddly excited her.
“Ah, right~”
Chihiro murmured, then shot a glance at Yukine.
Yukine nodded shyly, then roughly grabbed Akane’s hair and pulled her close.
“Nm… nmuu!”
Akane’s lips were suddenly sealed.
She opened her eyes instinctively—only to see Yukine’s face directly in front of hers, her lips firmly pressed against Akane’s.
A soft shun echoed in her ears.
Yukine’s lips had covered Akane’s—her tongue pressing against Akane’s front teeth.
Akane felt her body go limp, unable to resist the invasion.
A warm, slick sensation wrapped around her tongue as Yukine’s lips moved against hers.
(I was going to save my first kiss for someone I like…)
But even more than anger or sorrow, the pleasure from her own body was overwhelming Akane’s emotions.
Chihiro took advantage of this, whispering taunts as if to push her further.
“Hey, Akane-san… you’re a girl with a penis, and you said ‘not today’ earlier, yet now you’re making your penis twitch and shiver under my hand. You’re such a contradictory little creature, aren’t you?”
“Nm… nmuu…”
Akane tried to argue but found her mouth sealed shut. She couldn’t even fight back.
Chihiro continued her verbal assault without mercy.
“You’re excited to jerk off in front of your classmates, aren’t you? Or are you excited because your first kiss was stolen like a rape? You’re such a perverted woman, Akane-san… a fucking perverted slave with a penis!”
Akane’s hand suddenly dropped, and before she could react, Chihiro firmly gripped her thigh and began vigorously stroking her penis through her skirt.
The verbal teasing and physical stimulation combined, sending Akane straight into climax.
“Are you about to cum? Cumming in front of everyone in the classroom? Fine, you perverted woman! Cum! Cum!”
“MUH… n… ah… AAA!”
As Akane was freed from Yukine’s lips, she let out a small whimper—just as the bell rang.
Chihiro felt the pulsating rhythm of Akane’s penis under her hand, still throbbing from the handjob and kiss.
It seemed Akane had reached her peak from the combination of the handjob and the kiss. She was slumped in her chair, utterly defeated.
Even though Chihiro glanced around, no one had noticed the three of them engaging in their perverted activities.
“Alright, that’s today’s fun. Let’s do it again soon, Akane-san.”
“Ha… ha… hi…”
Chihiro looked down at Akane, whose words were all jumbled, and left the scene.
After wiping the cum from her pants and skirt, Akane spent the rest of the day obsessing over the stain on her skirt—her body too numb to focus on anything else.
