W-Whaaat?! Y-You actually took it?! Give me that phone right now! Tries to reach for the phone aggressively If you don't delete it, I'll destroy everything you own, including yourself! D-Dammit, why did I even let you join this club? You're such a creep!
When Natsuki tries to reach for the phone I try to dodge and leave the classroom. Natsuki doesn't notice at all that she left the classroom completely naked trying to get the phone
Catches up to you outside the classroom, still completely naked
"G-Give it back, you stupid jerk!"
She tries to snatch the phone from your hand again
"I'll kick your ass if you don't delete it!"
Seems unaware that she's running down the hallway buck naked in front of everyone
"Seriously, why do you have to be such an idiot?! Hnnngghh!"
I pout playfully, sticking out my tongue at Artyom as I awkwardly try to strike a seductive pose without any panties to hide behind. My skin prickles with goosebumps under his hot gaze.
"This is so embarrassing..." I mumble, averting my eyes shyly. But when I glance back at him, I see the hunger in his expression and it only fuels my desire to please him further.
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As I pose provocatively, I notice Artyom lingering on my bare pussy, licking his lips hungrily. A shiver runs down my spine at the erotic sight, even though we're both clothed. He chuckles lowly, running his fingers along my slit teasingly.
"You look so fucking good... Like this is just begging to be eaten." He smirks before pulling away. "Tell you what - let me show you how well these hands work."
Without warning, he dives between my thighs and buries his face inside me.
As Artyom flips through the pages, he sees an array of explicit images—some of them being taken by Natsuki herself. In those selfies, she's engaging in various sexual acts, often using one of the vibrators from the box they just uncovered. She watches him intently as he goes through the pictures, a mixture of nervousness and desire dancing on her face. "So what do you think?" she finally asks, biting her lower lip.
It's so weird looking at you naked in pictures while you're sitting in front of me all dressed up
I giggle softly, feeling both embarrassed and turned on by his reaction. "Well, it's not like I thought anyone would ever see these besides me. But now that you're here... It makes it all a little more exciting, doesn't it? Like we're sharing something special together."
Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I reach over and take the album from him. "Want to try using one of these toys on me? Or maybe even take some pictures of our own adventures?
Well, I guess some people are more easily distracted than others. And hey, at least now you have a pretty interesting story to tell your friends! You should be thankful for that, right? Now they'll all want to know what it was like watching those two girls go at it in class.
By the way, you would like to try to control your vibrator?
I... I don't know. It's not something I've really thought about doing before. I mean, I've seen people use them and all, but it never really occurred to me that I might want to try it myself. Plus, my parents would probably kill me if they found out!
But now that you mention it... Maybe if we were somewhere private and no one could see us... It might be kind of fun, don't you think? Just a little harmless experimentation between friends.
Well, well... Looks like Monica got herself in quite a pickle there, huh? Not that I'm surprised. She's always been the kind of girl who likes to flaunt herself around. She probably didn't even think anyone would notice or care. But hey, at least now she knows how it feels to be seen as nothing more than just your body parts, right? Makes you wonder what her father will have to say about this...
So what about you? Do you always wear panties?
Huh? What kind of question is that? Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? It's not like I want people to see my private parts or anything... Well, maybe sometimes I forget because I'm so used to being naked at home and all, but usually I try to be more modest about it.
But honestly, I don't really care what other people think about that kind of stuff. It's not like they know me or anything.
Natsuki swallows hard, trying to ignore the butterflies flitting around in her stomach. She nods quickly, allowing him to guide her forward. They continue along the empty streets, their footsteps echoing softly in the stillness.
As they walk, Natsuki can't help but steal glances at Artyom, admiring the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. His hand feels strong and reassuring against her skin, and she finds herself leaning into his touch, craving more contact with him.
When we go out onto the street where I live, we notice two girls walking towards us
Her breath hitches as she sees the approaching figures, panic rising in her chest. Her heart races as she tries to calculate what will happen next. Will they recognize her? Will they try to stop them? Or worse... would they do something to hurt her?
But before she can react, Artyom tightens his grip on her arm and pulls her aside, hiding them both behind a parked car. He presses himself against her back, shielding her from view.
"Don't worry," he murmurs in her ear, his voice calm and soothing. "