"Mafuyu-sensei, please take responsibility for !"
Yukima Azuma's words still echoed in her ears.
Kirisu Mafuyu, both embarrassed and angry, imdiately reached out to grab the boy's ear.
Yukima Azuma swiftly dodged to the side.
Having been kabedon-ed against the wall, unable to move even a bit, Kirisu Mafuyu could finally— move again.
She imdiately chased after Yukima Azuma.
Today, she was determined to teach this delinquent student a serious lesson!
｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡
What was that about "taking responsibility for ," making her think all sorts of ridiculous things?!
Give back her Yumiko (if they had a daughter, that would be her na)!
( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)
After chasing Yukima Azuma for a while—
In the end, since the room's size obviously couldn't compare to a sports field, even with his clear physical advantage, Yukima Azuma was still caught by Kirisu Mafuyu.
The two tumbled onto the freshly tidied bed.
The pristine, smooth white bedsheets, originally without a single wrinkle, were now creased beneath them.
Kirisu Mafuyu pressed down on Yukima Azuma, grabbing both of his cheeks with her hands and kneading them for a while.
After satisfying her desire for revenge, she finally cald down.
And once she cald down—
Only then did Kirisu Mafuyu realize that sothing about their position was off.
To be precise, it could even be described as inappropriate.
A cow girl position.
( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
Her cheeks, already flushed from the exertion, turned an even deeper shade of red.
(>////////
Reviews
All reviews (0)