Hanako reached his hand deeper and deeper into Yashiro's dress, he reached deeper and deeper till his hand was touching her stomach. A chill went down Yashiro's spine, he took his hand out, and put it on her face. Hanako leaned in, closer to her lips each time.
Again, Yashiro was woken up by an alarm. She got up out of bed, and walked to her pantie drawer. But there was something wrong, all her panties had been ripped.
' B-But I did the laundry..'
She uncomfortably put a pair on, and went to class. After a while in class Yashiro felt a tug and her dress, she jumped.
' H-Hanako? '
' heh, did I startle you? '
Hanako brushed her thighs, his touch was cold, but soft. Yashiro let out a small 'eep' and Hanako grinned.
' What, you like that? '
He rubbed his pointer finger on her leg, and yashiro inhaled sharply.
' Yashiro, you naughty girl~ '
' Hanako...'
' S-Sensei, m-may I use the restroom? '
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Hananene <3
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