Hajirau Kimi ga Mitainda

Kaguya’s face flushes a deep crimson, a stark contrast to her usual pale complexion. It’s the first time you’ve seen her show any real emotion at school, and you can’t help but wonder what could be so embarrassing about the manga she’s reading.

“Hajirau Kimi ga Mitainda,” she murmurs under her breath, like a child admitting something they’d rather keep hidden. If you hadn’t been paying close attention, you might have missed it entirely.

“Sorry, what was that? I don’t speak Japanese, remember?” You lean in slightly, hoping she’ll repeat herself.

“It’s called I Want to See You Ashamed,” she replies, her voice firmer now as she quickly regains her usual, composed demeanor. “Are you done bothering me now?”

Before you can respond, she turns away, her attention back on her phone. The slight shift in her posture seems designed to block you out, but it only gives you a better view of the manga on her screen. Any curiosity about the genre quickly vanishes as you catch a glimpse of a panel of a girl masturbating in a classroom while a guy films on his phone. Your cock stirs in your pants as she swipes to the next page. The girl in the manga looks right at you, lust in her eyes, as her mouth is slightly open in a moan. Your imagination starts to take over.

You imagine following Kaguya when she excused herself to the bathroom. When you peep in the girl's bathroom, you see her leaning against the wall, her eyes closed in ecstasy and her mouth slightly open. You swear you can her shallow breathing from the other end of the bathroom. Her right hand is keeping her pleated skirt up as her index finger hooks her panties to the side. Meanwhile, her left index and middle fingers alternated between swirling around her clit and gliding along the lips of her pussy. Her arousal leaves a trail of wetness down her hand, dripping onto the tiled floor. Then to your surprise, her eyes slowly open as a smile forms across her face before moaning, "Oh John, fuck me."

A sudden, sharp impact against your desk snaps you back to reality. Startled, you look up to find Mr. Babbage standing in front of you, his expression stern. Even with the desk in the way, you shift awkwardly, trying to hide your reaction.“Your homework, John,” Mr. Babbage demands, his tone dripping with impatience. “This is the second time I’ve asked for it in the last minute, not counting when I told the entire class to have it ready.”

Embarrassed and flustered, you fumble through your bag, finally pulling out a slightly crumpled sheet of paper. Your hand trembles as you pass it to Mr. Babbage, who snatches it and walks away without another word. You let out a sigh of relief, grateful he didn’t make more of a scene. Glancing around, you catch Angel smirking at your predicament.