Continue the feeling.

The poor girl continues to feel the burning desire between her legs, and unfortunately, she stands in public doing her best to look normal. She fails miserably at that, however, and people start to look towards her curiously. This attention only makes it worse, so she starts to stumble away from the public eye.

She makes her way into an alley and presses her back against the wall, panting.

Then, she hears a voice. It's a familiar voice. It comes from a man known as Kagura Mutsuki--a handsome (to some) man with lengthy black hair. His voice is deep and suave, though he likely does so on purpose. He's definitely known to be an appreciator of the female form.

He comes around the corner, catching Makoto by surprise. She gasps but takes a deep breath as she looks him over.

"Not now, Kagura," she sighs.

"What? You don't want to see your best man? You looked in pain, so I thought I'd check on you, and this is the thanks I get."

"I'm fine," she says, though her legs tremble. She resists placing her hands between them as to not look lewd, but it's incredibly difficult. Her cheeks turn red as her breathing quickens to an embarrassing speed. Never before has this girl been so aroused thanks to you.

"S-Seriously I should go," she adds. As she moves, he grips her wrist and turns her to face him.

"If anything is wrong, Makoto, you know you can tell me, right?" he says.