Of course not

You feel as if you're floating, Ayame's words barely registering as she pulls you along. She smells so good, but she's really stressed out for some reason you can't seem to remember. Giggling, you grab her head and pull her in for a kiss, the movement tripping her up. The two of you fall to the ground, the soft undergrowth cushioning your landing, as she struggles to escape your lips.

She pulls free of you and shouts in a half panic "Naomi! Snap out of it!" She swiftly gets back on her feet, looking around for more of the vines before pulling you back up. As she does so, you giggle some more and lean into her, kissing and licking her neck as she screams at you again. Something about vines? Oh, yeah... Those felt really good. Why had they stopped again?

Now you knew why she was so upset. She saw how good those vines felt and wanted some herself. Why not? There should be plenty to share. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see more of the vines approaching. Ayame was behind you in the fun, so you grab on to her shirt and begin pulling it over her head.

"Naomi, stop! You're hurting me! We have to get away before more of those things-AAAAH!"

She screams as the vines ensnare her, wrapping tightly around her arms, legs, and waist. You are a bit disappointed that you can't get her top off now, but the vines just rip it off. The sports bra she is wearing encased a decent pair of B-cup breasts, and you just couldn't help fondling them. They were soft but firm, and, judging by her reactions, very sensitive as you licked them.

Her screams are muffled as a vine wraps around her mouth. She tries hard to bite it, but only succeeds in getting more of it in her mouth and more of that wonderful salty taste down her throat. Your panties are now soaked through with your excitement, very jealous of your classmate as the vines move to caress her. You can see them leaving the same trails of fluid all over her that they did to you, and abandoned her tits when the smaller vines moved towards them.

"Oh, please, I need more. Do me more!" you moan as you quickly strip off your uniform. Ayame looks at your in horror even as she starts to feel the effects of the aphrodisiac, the constant rubbing and teasing finally getting to her. You feel as if you might explode if they don't start paying attention to you right now, and wonder how you can get them to start again, even as a strange, tiny voice still says something isn't right.