ʜᴜꜱʜ! ꜱ.ɢᴇᴛō

一 ˢʰᵃᵐᵉ

You hate highschool.

You hate it so much.

So much that you just wanted to bring an AK-47 Rifle and shoot everyone with it.

You were never a fan of those annoying monthly programs and those events that they approve that was supposed to be an effective way to make a student have a "wonderful and excellent learning experience".

It was a load of crap. They don't even teach in school anymore, they make students remember, not learn. It's like a natural response in the mind of students that they were supposed to stuff all that information in their heads and remember.

Oh well, who are you to decide and judge? You're also just a student in this God forsaken place called highschool.

Walking inside the empty halls of the campus, you yawned indolently, eyes fixated on the long corridor ahead of you. Dragging your feet tiredly across your school's marbled floor, you looked for your classroom's door number, making your way in not knowing that it wasn't completely empty.

As you stepped inside your classroom, your lips parted and your movements halted, eyes enlarged, and your facial expression contorted into something indescribable as you witnessed something that would definitely be engraved in your mind for a long time.

'Geto Suguru.'

Who would've expected that you would find your classroom president sitting on the teacher's table, one hand fisting his cock and the other gripping the wooden table.

You swallowed the thick saliva forming in your throat as your eyes kept glancing on his hand that is leisurely stroking his glistening length.

You noticed how his eyes are scrunched shut and his chest keeps going up and down, your eyes were locked on his hand that is now moving more quickly, seeing how he slows down a little on his base and then going fast back up, squeezing until his pink tip is only peeking out of his closed palm.

He bit his lip before releasing a loud exhale, his hands were now unable to stop as his pace increased even more, soft groans emitted out of his mouth and his Adam's apple bopping as he swallows saliva, hydrating his dry throat. He tilted his head back and groaned out loud, indicating that he had reached his climax.

The sight itself made you paralyzed on spot. Your mouth slightly agape, as your mind scrambled up a thousand questions making 'What the actual fuck?' being the first question.

Geto went back to his previous position and looked at the wall infront before his eyes dropped on you.

You are still standing beside the door and is very much in shock.

A minute has passed and neither of you moved a muscle. That was until he stood up from the table and turned around, away from your sight to zip up his pants.

You slowly reached your hand to the door, stepping one of your foot backward, ready to bolt outside.

He finally faced you and was about to open his mouth but you were already gone, running hastily away from his field of vision.

"Wha- hey you!"

He screamed at your running figure, his voice bouncing off the empty halls of the campus.

He tried to run after you but he was too late and you were gone just like that.

Frustration and distress sets into him. He sighed in dismay and looked around the empty parking lot of the school, everyone has gone home but there's a few vehicles parked here and there.

He clutched a handful of his hair, 'I'm going to die in embarrassment' he thinks. 'Why did I even have to do that there?' Of all the damn places, he decides to ejaculate in his classroom thinking everyone has gone home but unfortunately a classmate of his decides to go back to their classroom so now he was seen doing that.

Who wouldn't be acting like this if you were caught doing something atrocious, especially when you were supposed to be a role model for your fellow students. But regrettably, no, you decide to traumatize them by showing how you make yourself orgasm and even gave them a live show slash tutorial.

"Fuck, this is going to be a handful."