The sound of the stream lasted for twenty-five seconds before silence returned. Natsuha felt much better, her mind clearing. She wiped herself clean and prepared to stand up.
But the quiet, secluded space began to breed lewd thoughts. As she stood halfway up, the atmosphere triggered a sudden, uncontrollable surge of lust. It was that frantic, unbearable need for self-relief that hits hardest when you're alone.
Natsuha froze, her bloomers still around her thighs. She bit her lip, debating whether to let it out. She believed in "pure" relationships. Her childhood friend, Yuta Yamano, hadn't even touched her hand yet. That was why Ho Fei-yu's touch on her breast felt like a drop of ink on a white sheet of paper—it ruined her "purity."
Yet, when she was alone in her apartment, she sometimes couldn't resist searching for "special videos." She told herself it was "educational for the future," but she always ended up using her fingers.
If Ho Fei-yu didn't walk around looking like that, I wouldn't be... so it's his fault. It's not my fault if I need to vent this, she justified.
She let her bloomers and panties slide down to her ankles. She leaned her soft, naked back against the cold stall wall. She gripped her own breasts with one hand and reached down with the other.
Every inch closer made her face more flushed. When she finally touched her wet slit, the coldness of her fingers sent a shiver through her. I'm at school... this is indecent...
But then, images of Ho Fei-yu's massive bulge flashed in her mind. The fire in her belly evaporated any hesitation. All she wanted was to drown in the pleasure.
Her warm fingers overcame the chill. A wave of bliss hit her, and she let out a long, shameful moan that came from the depths of her soul.
Unfortunately for Masaru Ouga, who was standing right outside the main door, the old wooden door was thick. He couldn't hear a thing.
"Damn it! Why is there a door here? Who are they guarding against? Is someone gonna steal the shit? Argh!" Masaru tried to push the door, but it was locked tight. He didn't want to kick it down and alert her. "Fine. I'll wait. The moment she opens it, I'll pounce, cover her mouth, and drag her back in. Then... hehehe."
He leaned his ear against the wood like a leech, but heard nothing.
Inside, a high-pitched cry of ecstasy rang out as Natsuha's body shook violently against the wall.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
She stayed there for a while, panting, looking down at her glistening, wet fingers. Guilt and shame washed over her. I really did it at school...
"Sigh. It's all Ho's fault..."
With her conscience "cleared" by blaming him, she wiped herself, pulled up her panties and bloomers, and washed her hands at the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked too beautiful, too flushed. It was embarrassing.
She gathered her courage and unlocked the outer door. Before she could even take a breath of fresh air, a figure jumped out at her.
Seeing arms reaching for her, her Aikido instincts kicked in.
Thud!
A perfect shoulder throw.