With the grace of a new born doe

As Momo hastily made her way out of the canteen, the thought of turning off the toy simply didn't register in her disarrayed mind. Panic and pleasure intertwined within her, and before she could suppress it, a wave of ecstasy washed over her once again. A moan escaped her lips, but this time it couldn't be disguised as anything but pure pleasure. Startled by her involuntary vocalization, Momo turned and began walking away, desperately trying to distance herself from the prying eyes and the all-consuming pleasure that threatened to consume her.

"Momo, what's wrong?" Jirou's voice called out, concern lacing every word. "Are you feeling sick?" Momo didn't have the strength to face Jirou, so she kept herself turned away, her voice trembling as she responded.

"Y-yeah... my stomach... stabbing pain." The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, especially considering the genuine worry in Jirou's voice.

In a display of unwavering friendship, Jirou stood up and approached Momo, linking arms with her. The contact sent a pang of pleasure through Momo's body, momentarily weakening her knees before she **** herself to regain composure. "I'll find the first-aider with Momo, guys. Can you clean up for us?" Jirou's request received unanimous agreement from the others at the table, who wished Momo a speedy recovery. Momo's face flushed red, mortified by the unfolding ordeal.

Jirou guided Momo through the halls of the university, taking slow and deliberate steps to ensure their privacy. Once they were safely away from prying ears, Jirou broke the silence. "You reek of pheromones, you know. You're lucky I'm the only one who noticed."

Momo's face turned pale, her heart pounding in her chest. "W-what... I... don't... It's just..." Her words stumbled out in a jumbled mess, her tongue tied in a web of excuses.

"Shush, let's get to the first aid room, and then you can explain yourself," Jirou's voice held a tinge of disappointment, piercing Momo's heart like a sharp thorn. For a fleeting moment, the sting of disappointment overshadowed the sweet vibrations between her legs, momentarily capturing her attention.

[Current Points: 110]