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Upon their arrival, Jirou started giving out orders and Following her instructions, Momo obediently positioned herself at a designated spot in the room, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. Like a scolded child, she complied, her weakened willpower waning and her quivering breath punctuated by soft, involuntary moans.

Jirou swiftly locked the door, sealing them off from prying eyes, and settled herself into a chair, her gaze piercing into Momo's very soul. The weight of Jirou's glare was enough to make Momo involuntarily look away, but her avoidance only fueled Jirou's anger. "Eyes on me, Momo," Jirou commanded, her voice filled with a potent mix of sternness and concern. Reluctantly, Momo turned her gaze back, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Now, take a deep breath and explain, slowly," Jirou instructed, her tone demanding honesty.

Momo complied, inhaling deeply, though the action only elicited a prolonged, unmistakable moan that escaped her lips, betraying the overwhelming pleasure that still coursed through her body. Jirou arched an eyebrow, her gaze scrutinizing Momo's every quiver.

"I... have a toy... inside," Momo admitted, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I thought I could handle it, I swear! I got overconfident... and turned it up and..." She raised her hands to cover her face, her voice filled with a mixture of shame and frustration. "I didn't know orgasms could be that intense."

Jirou's mouth hung open, her mind struggling to process the confession she had just heard. She cast her eyes over Momo's trembling form, now noticing the small trickles of wetness that had escaped and reached Momo's knees, evidence of the intensity of her pleasure. "Okay..." Jirou managed, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Why don't you turn it off?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Momo looked at Jirou, a silent realization dawning upon her. Slowly, she reached under the hem of her skirt and flicked the switch, abruptly ending the vibrations. Relief flooded over Momo as the intense sensations ceased, her legs giving way beneath her. Sinking to her knees, she finally found respite, able to catch her breath and regain control of her trembling body. As Momo lay sprawled on the ground, her body now calmed and functioning like that of a normal person, Jirou remained by her side, silently observing and processing the situation. Uncertainty clouded Jirou's thoughts as she pondered how to approach this unexpected turn of events.

Breaking the silence, Momo's voice sounded sheepish and soft. "Sorry, I made you worry. I was... stupid."

Jirou nodded, her expression a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "Yeah, very stupid. I can't believe you, of all people... Mina, maybe. Uraraka, I think she has a freaky side... but you? Little miss prim and proper, waltzing around the school... masturbating!" Jirou emphasized the word, causing Momo to wince.

Attempting to explain herself, Momo spoke in a small voice, her embarrassment palpable. "I just... it seemed like a good idea at the time, okay? I won't be doing it again, that's for sure." She mentally added the caveat "at least not anytime soon," but kept that thought to herself.

"Okay, good... what even possessed you? You've always shied away from that kind of talk when we're all together... it wasn't... Momo, promise me it wasn't someone on that app..." Jirou expressed genuine concern, her voice filled with a mix of protectiveness and worry. Momo shook her head, denying any external influence.

"I won't deny that the things people say to me in the DMs get me a little... riled up, but this was all me. I wanted to ride the high until... until classes finished so I could masturbate... later tonight..." Momo realized the absurdity of her plan as she spoke, and Jirou's disbelief mirrored her own.

"Girl, you need some serious sex education... and look, I'm all for toys and stuff, but in the bedroom, you know?" Jirou offered her advice, emphasizing the importance of appropriate settings.

"I know, you're right... buuuut..." Momo began to explain, but Jirou quickly interjected, scowling in a joking manner.

"No 'buts'," Jirou playfully scolded. "No, seriously, it kinda felt... nice," Momo confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.

Jirou rolled her eyes, a mix of amusement and concern evident in her expression. "Don't turn into a nympho on me, girl. I will fight you," Jirou declared, her tone stern yet affectionate.

With the weight of the day's events lifted, both Momo and Jirou found themselves feeling better, at least to some extent. Jirou, unable to resist her curiosity, gave Momo a bashful look and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind. "So, what kind of toy is it?"

Momo looked at Jirou and burst into laughter. The tension and embarrassment from earlier seemed to dissolve in that shared moment of amusement. The two girls found themselves in the privacy of the locked first-aid room, where they could freely explore their newfound camaraderie. Still chuckling, she reached under her skirt her bag and retrieved the toy with an audible pop, it was noticeably damp. She showed it to Jirou, their laughter filling the room. As they continued to spend time together, Momo and Jirou found themselves engrossed in a playful conversation. Jirou, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, asked Momo if she could make one for her too, albeit in a shy, roundabout way. Momo, seizing the opportunity to tease her friend, happily obliged, their banter filling the room with laughter and joy.

Their friendship had reached a new level of intimacy and understanding, solidifying their connection. As they shared this light-hearted moment, Momo and Jirou realized that they could lean on each other, finding comfort and support in their unique bond.

[Current Points: 110]