That was a tiny Springloaded She had not used any before because Jiyuuni Ange would complain but it was meant to monitor Mutsuki and sound the alarm if necessary As long as he carried the handbook with him she would know immediately if any danger befell him The girl had completed her errand
But she suddenly opened the handbook
Despite being born with the power to rule all women Fujita Mutsuki had apparently never interacted with girls much Out of all the photos inside the handbook only one was with a girl
Only the one with Jiyuuni Ange
The girl sighed expressionlessly
She thought she felt a prickling in her chest so she set down the handbook with a downcast look
(Fujita )
Something churned in her heart Impatience was the closest description she could find and it was quite unpleasant And then
She felt a tickling in her stomach and she turned her legs inward until her knees touched
She did not know why but she could not seem to calm herself She decided to place his things back in the bag and leave as soon as possible
But when she folded up his clothes a raw sweaty smell wafted from the damp fabric
As soon as she noticed it her heart began beating louder Her heartbeat grew without end It was almost painful
The tickling in her stomach grew stronger with it
(Fujita ’ssmell)
Without realizing how improper it was she brought the object in her hand to her nose
It had been a hot day and he had worn the track suit over his clothes during their volleyball practice His clothes had become quite sweaty and were still noticeably damp
She took a sniff from close up It was a raw and wild smell that did not match her image of him
The line along the collar was especially strong
However she did not find it unpleasant and her nose even twitched as she sniffed some more By the time she had filled her lungs with his scent her eyes had begun to grow damp
(Oh no What am I doing )
That was when she came back to her senses
She quickly moved her face away from the shirt that was close enough to touch her nose She grew overly embarrassed by the nameplate before her eyes that said Fujita Mutsuki so she shook her head
But she noticed the student handbook out of the corner of her eyes
The prickling feeling grew again It was an unpleasant sense of impatience
And that brought back the desire to sniff at his scent
She was in the school at night She was emboldened by the fact that this usually busy space was wrapped in a hidden atmosphere of darkness and stillness
She could not overcome the temptation Her emotions pushed her in a direction she would never have gone normally and she brought the shirt to her mouth again
She was hesitant but she finally buried her face in it
As she breathed deeply a tremor ran through her body from the base of her legs to her head
(Would you say thisstinks But)
A salty and almost fermented sour aroma pierced into her nose
She could not identify people by their smell but this was the one exception She was confident that this was Fujita Mutsuki’s scent
Ibekusa Machina had no mother or father so he was the closest person to her
(What is this feeling when I’m surrounded by Fujita ’s smell )
It was a strange feeling she had never felt before It was the polar opposite of the previous prickling and it seemed to soften her emotions
Ahh
After a small sigh she followed her excited thoughts and embraced the shirt
She so wanted to feel his lingering scent and the plentiful sweat stains that she rubbed it against her cheek Her entire slender body twisted charmingly
Ah
An unexpected shock reached her from an unexpected place
She had leaned so far forward that the base of her legs had struck the corner of the desk The curved portion had perfectly dug into the gap between her tightly clenched thighs
She blinked in surprise but then she exhaled
She then pressed up against the desk herself She pressed the desk through her skirt and against contents of her panties
A tingling ripple ran through her body It licked at the itching depths of her stomach and invited in
ecstasy
Nhahahahah
The exposure to the boy’s wild scent made her unusually bold She rubbed the shirt against her nose while breathing loudly enough to echo throughout the empty school
Her closed thighs gradually spread and she was soon straddling the corner of the desk The hard wooden panel was squishing her soft flesh
(Whatam Idoing )
She had enough sexual knowledge to know about normal masturbation but she was unfamiliar with this abnormal act of pressing up against a desk corner She was incredibly confused by the
fact that she was not stopping
However she could not stop herself She did not want to stop herself
(Fujita ’s shirt Fujita ’s desk Fujita ’s)
His residual scent seemed to have hypnotized her
Nkh
She tried licking at the sweaty smell covering the fabric
As soon as the saltiness registered on her tongue a heavy tingling filled her womb Starting from the body part rubbing against the hard desk the tingling transformed into trembling pleasure