meguru

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he knocks on the door once before walking in. there you were. laying on the bed, facing the ceiling. meguru walks over to you, laying the same way. sighing, he asks you if your tummy still hurts. you take a few seconds before answering that yes, it still hurts. he shifts near your stomach, rubbing there soothingly and you too bring your hand to his head, gently playing with his locks.

"hey...how does it work?"

"hm?"

the pad. how can you pee with it. and more of that. he was genuinely curious so you gave enough explanation to him about everything about menstruation. and still, he says he's confused.

"how about this...you show me how- ow! ow! ow!" he yelps in pain when you pull his ear gently, not surprised how he managed to say such pervy stuff so innocently. and his defense was simply sticking his tongue out and laughing sheepishly.

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