The Girl sitting next to me is playing with my '--hing' though... - Chapter 3: Second Period
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Second period 1
The second period proceeding rather smoothly and there was only a few minutes left now. It was time when everyone’s eyes automatically turned towards the wall clock.
… this is no good. I can’t understand a thing on what is is being taught.
I couldn’t concentrate in class at all.
The reason is extremely simple and unique to people facing adolescence. The events of the first period are replayed in my brain without permission over and over again.
I never thought that having my thing teased by a girl would feel so good than doing it myself… and what’s more, by that Minamizawa… No no no, concentrate–concentrate me.
When it continues to replay again and again in my brain, my pp in cause also bloats to it’s primes. And when I ignore it and say absolutely no to that, it will go down and shrink feeling grumpy. This is what has been repeating for tens of times for minutes now.
[TL: Damn, it clearly reflects my position when I translate novels like this. Demn. So true.]
The more I try not to remember and give heed to it, the more vividly my brain starts playing it. And the situation that I was in gave the replayed scene an extra immoral effect, which in fact made it worse.
Just because you’re in the backmost seat doesn’t mean you can’t be found out.
If someone looks back, there is a possibility that your school life will end then and there.
And by chance if the teacher finds out, in the worst case, even my parents… and so, as I started envisioning/imagining those scenes replay, I learned that it instead became a source of excitement for me right now.
[TL: ok what????]
—Ah… Oh yeah just like that, I’m pretty sure this was how she was messing with my d***k while everyone was staring at the forward bench’s back and—Eh?
Surprised at the suddenness of the feeling I had. I dropped my gaze; there, a pale, fragile and delicate hand was gently stroking my —TF!?.
Afuafuafuafuuuuuu!
And yet again… Minamizawa was giving me a rather stimulating time while in class.





































