Chapter 11

The next class is about to begin.

Even so, I was like I was being shackled and stayed there motionless.

The reason is a photo that is being displayed on the smartphone.

As I expected, it was the direct message sent to me by someone.

After opening it, there was no text, only one image was thrown over.

Considering the time when someone sent this photo, it may not be said that this photo is obscene.

I didn't take off my underwear completely.

I took a picture with one hand and took a smartphone in the other.

Because there were no spare hands, I did not open the labia with my fingers.

However, with your legs spread apart, you can naturally see the secret flesh inside.

If you don’t consider the shooting location, it’s a selfie in the same style as usual.

But at this moment, I know where someone is.

It is a woman's bathroom just separated by a wall.

In the compartment there, she photographed her private parts and sent them to me.

I couldn't help swallowing my saliva.

It only took a few minutes to enter the bathroom from Fujinaga.

Despite this, the love juice that overflowed from the vaginal opening fell to the thighs.

At this moment, her vagina was ready to receive her cock.

The heart beats abnormally like an alarm bell.

The field of vision became narrow, and only the photos on the screen were in my eyes.

Just like when she was taking pictures, she seemed to have forgotten to be in school, I also lost where I was standing.

What made me moderately restore my rationality like that was that I usually sounded slow, but now I was like an alarm ringtone in class.

I stuffed my smartphone into my pocket and hurried to the classroom.

Fortunately, the teacher in the fourth class has not arrived yet.

Relieve, but I forgot one important thing.

My next table is Yayoi Fuji.

Fujinaga's face was cold, waiting for the next class as if nothing had happened.

He couldn't help but look at Fujinaga's lower body.

There is no sign of mess on the skirt.

However, I know.

Under the hem of the skirt, through the tights and underwear.

There, there was a nasty meat pot covered with love honey.

It must have been wiped with toilet paper.

Even so, I don’t think that such a large amount of love fluid can be completely removed.

in short.

Just now, the slippery liquid was leaking out of the opening of her vagina bit by bit, soaking her underwear and tights.

Fujinaga exchanged his raised legs.

It seemed as if I could hear the gurgling sound of water, but I could no longer be sure whether this was reality or fantasy.