Can't stop

In the end, you succumb to the sound of Dummy Kaya moaning. She makes a loud noise as you drag her arm out of the storage room. As you look at her hand, which tried to strike your groin, there were wet marks streaking through her jeans.

She really couldn't stand it anymore.

If you keep dragging her towards the classroom now, she might go mad. Besides, you definitely don't want her to possess that lifeless, cyborg-like gaze she had just two minutes ago while you were working on a study paper.

"Give me...ah....sir....let's go...please...I can't...take it anymore."

You turn to look at her now as tears roll down her cheeks and she begins to speak in a broken sentence. As she continues to stroke her groin.

You're left with ****. You don't want to ruin Kayama's image here.

"Goddamn it! sigh Ok!! Come with me. We won't go to class. Follow me here. Can you stand?” You lift Dummy Kaya's body and carry her. Initially, you were planning to take her back to the storage room you just left. But that's far from where you are now. You're left with an option on the second floor of the school building. You decide to go up to the female restroom.

You support her by bending her waist and assist her as you ascend the stairs. This floor houses the teacher's room and a student affairs room. You don't want to draw attention right now. You manage to carry her up to the second floor successfully. You look around and thank God that study time is on and not many people are moving about. You hide near the door to prevent teachers or students from class B from seeing you as you take Dummy Kaya to the restroom. The bathroom door is at the front corner. Without hesitation, you open the door and usher both Dummy and yourself inside.

"Damn it, this door can't be locked!!" You curse. Meanwhile, Dummy Kaya attempts to rise, rushing to the toilet, sitting on it, and hurriedly pulling down her pants. You attempt to look outside, try to see the hallway. As Dummy Kaya herself begins to examine herself. Her face is stained with tears and saliva covers her lips. She licks her lips and bites them lightly. Her breathing becomes more and more rapid as she starts massaging her face and slides her hand inside her panties, beginning to stimulate herself. At first, it's just a slight movement, but when her fingertips touch her climax, she moans loudly. You have to turn around and look at her for a moment, indicating her to lower the volume.

You try to calm your nerves as Dummy Kaya's moans and the surge of testosterone within you cause an awkward tension. You consider intervening to help her, to make her climax, to end it all. But if you do that, no one will guard the door and if a teacher or anyone passes by because of her noises and sees you two in the act, it would lead to a terrible outcome.

You hold your breath, try to calm down, and look away to concentrate. You just skipped a class a few minutes ago and you don't want to screw this up.

"Hey, where are you at, Dummy? Have you finished masturbating yet?” You ask her. All you hear is her moan. She's probably having a hard time talking right now.

"N...no, I still...gulp...I still...ah...ah...ah," she tries to speak, but can't form a coherent sentence.

"Okay, okay, I get it, you're not done yet. Just continue." You turn to look at the open toilet door and back at the entrance door. And then you see something you wish you hadn't.

A woman is approaching. It's the person you'd least want to encounter. It's Jacinta from Class B.

“Damn it, Jacinta is coming here!!” You whisper sharply, which seems to snap Dummy Kaya back to reality almost immediately.

"Jacinta? The narcissist with that good figure?” she asks. You don't answer her as you see Jacinta approaching the bathroom where you both are. You quickly move away from the bathroom door and rush into the stall where Dummy Kaya was pleasuring herself. You barge in and quickly lock the bathroom door, then turn to see Dummy Kaya, her pants around her ankles and her removed bra hanging from the back of the toilet. You cover her mouth with your hand just as the entrance door opens and Jacinta enters the room.

Jacinta, a well-proportioned beauty of class B, is someone you and Dummy Kaya equally dislike for a number of reasons. Though attractive, Jacinta is completely self-absorbed and generally off-putting to everyone around her. The only surprising thing about her is that she manages to get good grades, which contrast starkly with her personality.

As you hear Jacinta's footsteps outside the stall, you signal to Dummy Kaya to be quiet. She nods as the sound of Jacinta's heels resonates in the room. Jacinta stops in front of the mirror for a while.

"Well, look, honey, who's the prettiest in this school? It's me! Ummm," Jacinta proudly declares to her reflection. You almost gag at her vanity. After sharing a disgusted look with Dummy Kaya, you both stifle your laughter. But it doesn't escape Jacinta's ears.

"Who's that!?! Who's in there?" Jacinta shouts. Having no other choice, you remove your hand from Dummy Kaya's mouth to let her speak.

"Yes, someone is here," Dummy Kaya responds.

"That voice... is it Kaya? Why are you using the restroom on the 2nd floor!? Don't you have one downstairs?!" Jacinta asks in an irritated tone.

You look into Dummy Kaya's eyes. You both are probably thinking the same thing. How should she answer?

She answers with the first excuse that comes to mind.

"Uh... ah... The restroom on the ground floor is temporarily out of order. I think there's a clogged pipe. So, I had to use the one on the second floor instead."

You give her a thumbs-up for her quick thinking. She nods in acknowledgment.

"Hmm... so you heard everything I said?" Jacinta asks with an unhappy tone, trying to locate you.

"Yes...I did. But you're already beautiful, so why are you asking?” You glare at Dummy Kaya, whispering, "Are you crazy? Why would you answer like that?!”

"But.. what else was I supposed to say!?" She whispers back, looking both anxious and uncomfortable.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm the prettiest, and I don't need your validation," you hear Jacinta stop. The sound of the next stall door opening follows. You duck down, peeping into the other two rooms. You see her shoes and leggings being dropped to the floor.

"I couldn't care less about naive people like Kaya. I'm the smartest and the most beautiful girl in this school. You're just a cheap imitation." Jacinta's self-praise continues, followed by the sound of her using the toilet. You both suppress your laughter at the absurd situation.

The feeling of Kaya resonating in your own head feels right to you too. She makes you want to confide in Tim. You can vividly imagine the look on his face when you relay this story to him.

"....and believe me, someday I'll go further than where I am now. They'll just be ordinary words that can be found anywhere. Remember what I said!” You could hear her voice and the sound of a flushing toilet. She opened the bathroom door, moved to the mirror, and turned on the water to wash her hands before speaking again.

"You can share what I'm saying with others. Anyway, I'm pretty and I don't worry about gossip like you, Kaya." The two of you burst into laughter once more before the sound of Jacinta's footsteps echoed as she left the bathroom, leaving behind the laughter and the relief the two of you shared.

"Hahaha!! Did you hear what that bitch said? 'I'm beautiful' and 'I look good' - such nonsensical beauty. And the narcissism?! For what?! Hahaha!" You laugh so hard you start crying, just like Kaya, who feels the same way.

"Hahaha!! Remember when the movie depicted the character sitting on the toilet, praising itself across the room? I had to suppress my laughter so hard, almost bursting out in the process. Hahahaha." Kaya laughs sympathetically as she wipes her tears.

“You know, I really want to tell Tim about this narcissism. He'll laugh so hard!! Especially when the character compliments herself while peeing, damn it, it's too funny!" You can't stop laughing, even though your cheeks are starting to hurt. Kaya can't stop laughing either.

"I get what you mean, I want to tell Tim too!! I can just imagine his reaction.” Kaya continues laughing, but both of you start calming down a little. You notice how expressive Kaya is. Feeling a bit embarrassed, you turn red and start to unlock the door, preparing to leave and check outside. As you walk away, Kaya holds your hand.

"Will you... go look around?" she asks you. You try not to look back, embarrassed.

“Yes, I need to. Or else someone might come in. It's too late to go back to class now. You can clean up here and then go back. I'll take care of the rest." You reassure her. She lowers her head for a moment before murmuring.

"You're… kind," she mumbles. You glance at her, puzzled.

"Huh?" you question, and when you look at her, you see that Kaya's face is flushed. She pulls her hoodie down to cover her lap.

"Because... I'm just an imitation... made by you..only as bait. But you... talk to me like I am... a real person. I think you are... kind, you know?" she explains, shyly avoiding your gaze.

You're taken aback by her demeanor. Her face is red with embarrassment. You remember the times you've touched her lips countless times when you comforted her.

You feel like… like you want to get closer to her.

"I just... I just can't see you as anything else. Not an emotionless robot, or whatever. I refuse to believe that you're incapable of having feelings like me..." You express your feelings to her, and you see her smile before she stands up from the toilet.

Clutching your cheeks, she pulls you into a kiss. As your lips meet, you can taste her unique flavor. Although not an adept kisser, her proximity — her white breasts close to yours — sparks excitement within you. Even knowing she's an imitation you created, you hesitate to embrace her. She's a man, just like you, but in a woman's body — a beautiful woman like Kaya. Now, she is a young woman basking in the shared joy of your presence. Casting aside your reservations and logic, you pull her close, caressing the back of her head as tenderly as you can. Your eyes close as you cradle Kaya's form, feeling her gently slide down against your chest. You inhale her faint scent of perspiration while the replica Kaya begins to move her hand, touching the bulge in your trousers. She unzips your pants, slides them down, and pulls out your arousal. Leaning down, she brushes her pale hair behind her ear, taking a moment to scent your arousal before wrapping her hand around it. She leans in, enveloping you in her mouth.

A gasp escapes your lips as she begins to swirl her tongue around you. Your mind is a void, only the throbbing in your chest remaining as dummy Kaya maintains her slow pace. Her tongue maps every inch of you while her other hand resumes its exploration of her own body. You gasp for breath, shaking as the sensation of being taken in and sucked on takes hold. The control you once had slips away. You grip her head, doing your best not to be too rough, before your hips begin to buck. The sensation of her suction, coupled with the frantic pace of her fingers, is too much.

"I'm going to... I will... cum," you warn her. She mumbles in reply, and your hips speed up. Without any further warning, your orgasm crashes over you, coinciding with her own climax.

As your hand drops to your side, she releases you and leans back. You catch sight of your release in her mouth. She swallows it with a smirk.

"After-sales service," she quips, lifting her hand, slick with her own release.

"I... didn't know you would... dare to do that," you tell her, admiration in your voice.

"Huhu... just got carried away. But it worked out okay, didn't it?" she replies, licking her middle finger.

"You're incredible..." you murmur, but before you can leave the room to clean yourself up, dummy Kaya pulls you back.

"Wait a minute... I forgot one thing," she says, sticking out her tongue. She lowers herself to you once more but this time does not take you into her mouth. Instead, she licks you from the head to the base. The sensation of her tongue on you once again causes you to shudder before she leans back.

"All cleaned up, all done!" she announces with a smirk. Struck speechless, all you can do is stare at her, the sight of her victorious smile rendering you speechless.

After cleaning yourself at the sink, you pull on your pants. You see the replica of Kaya approach to turn on the faucet and wash her face, wiping away her tears.

"I don't think that removes makeup. You're probably using something that's waterproof, right?" she asks you.

"Probably, she must have something like that at her house," you tell her, offering your hoodie sleeve to wipe her face.

"And what will she do next? You don't have any memories of Kaya," you question, alluding to the lack of a remote that would transfer Kaya's memories to her replica. She shakes her head in response.

"No problem, I don't see her personality as an issue. Can she get along with everyone? If so, I can act as if nothing happened. If you're okay with this, then it's easy. I just have to be as polite, sweet, and kind as the Kaya we know when she talks to Tim or anyone else." She brushes her hair, but you can't help feeling worried.

"What about your friends? You can't pretend as if nothing happened if you've spoken to them," you say to her, and she giggles.

“Until then, I'll head to the school library. A chatterbox like Lissy would definitely not be allowed in there. Plus, you should be able to get a remote from Bianca by this evening, so don't worry.” She casts a glance around to check herself, smiling at her reflection in the mirror before turning to talk to you.

"So, you're going to take care of her, right?" she asks. Now she's acting like a young woman, like Kaya, yet distinctly different.

"I'll hurry back." You assure her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She nods in agreement, and the two of you leave the bathroom, the sound of the school bell ringing in the background.