"No."
"Put on your panties Serica!" Ainset giggled, peeling through the air around .
"We can do the makeup," I said, eyeing the underwear in my hands. A faint white stain graced the inside of their crotch. "Think of sothing else, it’s not sanitary."
"You don’t care about that!"
Soone opened the bathroom door behind and then shut it imdiately.
"Think about it," Ains went on, "Illia will be so proud, her star student, winning a défi de fierté, day one, in her pretty blue panties!"
"No. Am I that close to my polarity flipping? Why are you two pushing this girl stuff so hard?" I crumpled them up.
Whose the hell even are these? How do you lose your panties? Why keep them in a damn lost and found?
"It can happen quick." Ainset’s trapeze slowed, suddenly turning serious. Her fickle deanor was giving whiplash. My eyes pulled to the crack running from her shoulder.
I don’t like wearing them.
The admission was a dull ache in my chest. I didn’t co here to do the sa thing I had done at ho. I didn’t want to struggle with sothing so stupid.
"How does polarity work? Is it just doing girly things? Who even decides what qualifies?"
"Nnn-" she hesitated, "If we knew for sure, Illia’s book would be published."
"Oh." I toed at a tube of lipstick on the floor.
"It’s sothing real, though, I couldn’t asure it if it weren’t," she approached the counter, ran her fingers through her wiry locks, "I think it might be a feeling."
What does that even an?
"Like, compression, but also ecstasy. That’s what Illia’s trying to do, put words to it," As she spoke, her back straightened, fingertips running down her neck, preening, "Like being a statue, being admired."
n can be admired.
Still, what she said felt truthful, or at least true to her. I thought they were forcing into a mold for my own good. If they didn’t know, that ant they saw as a test, an experint.
Heat caught in my throat. I was managing it as best I could, but this day kept throwing shit my way. I wanted soone else to feel like this.
"Why? What we did in her office. That wasn’t easy. And looking like so poor idiot in front of those girls..." I pressed my fingers into tal with no give, "You think I care if her book sells? I just... just want to go to school."
No one else here has to put up with this shit.
Her face turned. Blank, completely featureless, just a warped reflection of my livid expression; her voice still ca, flat, from the crack in her chest, "We know it’s not fair."
"How? I’m not putting up with this without a good reason."
A loud clang rang within her; her shoulders scrunched, and a small splinter crack split up into the tal of her breast.
No. You don’t just get to...
I’m not doing this blind.
"Ain, please."
"We just want it fixed," she shook her head, hair fluttering in front of her face, and her visage returned, "For people like you."
If I pry any further...
I could guess. At least for her, it hurt too much to talk about. That ant sothing. I wasn’t the only one bleeding here. I didn’t need to torture her further.
So good’ll co of it.
"I put on the panties, that’ll tell you sothing?" They were still balled in my palm, "You can gauge the impact?"
Ain nodded, "Yes."
It’s better than ’Because I told you so.’
"Alright."
I wound up in the stall, blue cotton biting into my hips, bulge mashed together in a tight ball. They were snug, putting it lightly, precarious.
It’s going to spill out. Should I?
I tried readjusting, angling my cock to the side. It was just as awkward.
"Co on Ser, when’s the big reveal?"
It twitched, pressing into the soft pocket of fabric and my hip. I didn’t need the encouragent.
"You’re not helping," I said, each beat of my pulse worsening the situation.
"I would if you let ."
No. You’ve already drained twice today.
"We’re short on ti," I said, trying to convince myself.
"Just a peek... Then I promise, you can swing at the Cece girl all you want."
This shouldn’t be getting hot. My breasts were tender, nipples raw, and the way they squeezed my sack... "Okay, quick."
Her face pressed through the door like a lusty door-knocker, eyes half-lidded, "Mmm, you are having trouble..."
"Shut up, you’re the problem here," my tip pressed hard into the waistband, then a sliver of dark red flesh made an appearance. "This isn’t going to work."
"Needy girl. Let fix it. You want to hear what’s happening behind this door?" There it was, a squish.
"You’re a devil... Shit, just do it, comncents probably started already."
Then she was on . Face pressed against the fabric, cheek rubbing, darting her tongue against my tip, "She’s wet." Her ass hung in the air, rocking and squelching.
"I said quick," my hands were at my chest, squeezing, urging myself along.
"Mmmf- Of course..." she lowered the waistband down my length and descended with it, rolling her tongue back and forth. Everything squeezed tight, too tight, my knees shook.
"Gim-" she moaned into it, muffled.
I can enjoy this- "Ha-haah~" I can...
She cupped my butt with both hands, and I let my legs give out, throbbing, "Haaaahhh~", then sprayed into her throat.
Pop. "There you go! Drain the clitty, panties fitty, happy academic committee!"
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