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First Period
First Period
As the spring of my second year of high school…was about to end, I, Hayami Soutarou, felt a little dissatisfied with my present way of leading my high school life.
I normally have friends and even the environment around me isn’t so bad. I was leading a very calm life… but in that calm uneventful life, I was feeling dissatisfied.
… There was not enough stimulation.
The so-called frustration.
It’s been three weeks since the class changed.
Everyone have already got used to their new surroundings, and their was no change in the daily occurings.
When I find out that I will be in the same class as Minamisawa Nami, who’s the most famous girl on campus, I had started to think that maybe there could start a romantic comedy or two of sorts?
Why was I even really looking forward to it, as till date… we haven’t had any conversations between us.”
Even though we’re sitting next to each other.
Coming to school, chatting with my friends, attending class, and thus living such a boring daily life, a life of inertia, yet again today.
Ahh… Can something eventful happen today.”
Resting my chin on my hands, I was looking out the window, cursing the peace I had.
――――――――――――.
I can say this just because what I am going through now.
At that time, I was a peaceful idiot. I took lightly upon the best peaceful daily life I was going through. As if I was having a luxurious problem haunting me, This dumbo of me!
That’s right, I want to complain — as much I can!
***
“So thus, for this problem over here…”
It was the first period. The incident happened while the mathematics teacher was listing numbers on the blackboard with a crisp clacking sound of the chalk.
――――Nnfuu!?
Something touched the tip of my D***k.
Just what touched? I immediately checked it–and was astonished.
It was because someone else’s hand was placed on top of my Son and was comforting him.
And it was immediately clear whose hand it was.
M-Minamizawa!?
To the seat next to me, Minamisawa Nami, the most beautiful girl in our school, was reaching out to my thing at that time.
Eh? Ehh? Why is Minamisawa going after my d***k while the class is—?”
Minamisawa coolly looks at her blackboard, writing notes in her notebook with her right hand, holding her mechanical pencil, while with her left hand, fiddling with my thing continuously.
A, shtwa, stwaap… No, if if you… if you touch me so hard…”
“——”
It was almost at the same time that I saw Minamizawa’s surprised expression and my d***k coming to it’s prime.
Maybe frightened by the change, she suddenly withdrew her hand for the time being.
… Though, it was not that she ran away completely from there, moreso, she poked at the tip-opening of my enlarged thing with her finger.
Ugh――――.
I was desperately enduring, not allowing my voice to leak in any circumstances.
However, Minamisawa’s just continues to push forward. As if getting used to my big Son already, she then starts teasing him by screwing him by just the tip.
N, ah, nnn–uu!
It was too stimulating for a virgin like me. Even with my own hands, I can only rub it for at max 3 minutes, and here, if I was caressed by a girl at that, it’s was already a really big deal.
As I was about 『 coming! 』During class.
—No, no, please, …. no …. more…
“—- Is there someone who understands the answer to this problem?”
It was at that time. Minamizawa withdrew her hand just as the math teacher turned around.
…………I—-I was saved.
“Nn? What’s wrong Hayami? Isn’t your face completely covered in sweat.”
“Eh? Ah, sorry for that, I get sweaty quite easily. Besides that, Sensei, is it okay if I go to the bathroom?”
“Damn, just hurry up and go already.”
“Thank you very much.”
I went out the classroom as if running away from there, ran down the corridor, and somehow managed to take out my first load safely in the private bathroom.





































