White Underwear
White Underwear
This time, I wanted a different kind of stimulation.
Of course, that didn't mean abandoning the Desk Corner.
"C-could it have gone to my clit...?"
I lightly placed my knees on the desk.
Then, I bent my upper body forward and lowered my pelvis to match the shape of a woman's fissure.
The corner pushed its way past my underwear, slightly parting my pussy.
".........Mmm."
If I moved my hips back and forth in that state—
—*Swoosh swoosh*...
"Hnnnngh...❤️"
The true Desk Masturbation began.
The Desk Corner I felt through my underwear was incredibly hard.
More than any other object that had touched my pussy until now.
And what about my appearance?
Not just the appearance I could predict, but the gaze of those men who always looked at me without hiding their lust.
How would it really look, rubbing my fissure against the Desk Corner and swaying my hips?
And if, while doing that, moans were escaping my lips little by little, and my skirt was already hiked up to my pelvis, brazenly revealing my pure white underwear,
wouldn't they immediately pull down their pants and try to ram into my pussy, thinking I was seducing them the moment they saw me?
"Ugh, hnnnngh...!"
To think that I, who hated, cursed, and was disgusted by the men who sent me lustful gazes, would get aroused by the thought of being helplessly fucked by them.
It's humiliating and degrading.
But in the end, I was also human, and I could never overcome my desires.
Just by imagining such things, my body started to heat up again, to the point where my previous orgasm felt meaningless.
...At the same time, as if to confirm that I was truly aroused, my pussy gradually began to get wet.
"Hnnngh, ugh. This, this is my first time doing thiiis..."
Neither the masturbation where I stimulated my G-spot with my fingers to orgasm, nor the forced fucking where I completely relied on Jerad's hands and could only come when he allowed it, felt anything like what I was doing now.
The orgasms and climaxes I had experienced until now were quite coercive and rough.
Therefore, considering what I had been through, I thought I wouldn't be satisfied with such relatively soft masturbation,
"Hnnnngh, hwaat!❤️"
but I could feel that a woman's body was capable of perfectly satisfying masturbation even without anything entering the vagina.
—*Click, clack, click, clack*.
"Hmph..."
Just then, I started to hear the footsteps of another person passing by in the hallway.
A black silhouette in the shape of a person slowly walked towards the opposite direction.
I took my hand away from my mouth.
"Hnnn, hnnnngh..., hah, haaang..."
Rather than staying completely silent, like a dead mouse, letting out these tiny moans excited me more.
Perhaps the person outside would hear my moans, think it was an emergency, and burst open the door—
—*Sway sway*~
and if they realized I was vulgarly displaying my panties and masturbating on the desk, how angry would they be, ripping off my underwear as if to tear it apart and...
"Hnnnngh?!"
'Ah, nooo...'
I should stop imagining such things.
What would I do if I were actually caught, yet I'm imagining this...
It was only because it was Jerad that I got caught exposing myself and masturbating on the rooftop that things turned out this way; if it had been a truly malicious man, I might already be lying beneath countless men.
'B-but...'
Of course, no one but myself could hear my inner thoughts, but I kept thinking of excuses, as if trying to justify myself.
'Surely, surely it would feel incredibly good...'
The monster of lust within my heart kept tempting me.
Crazy thoughts swirled in my head, things I would never do normally, things that would make me self-reflect and wonder if I'd gone insane.
And perhaps it was because the switch had already been flipped.
My heated body began to compromise with my mind, which should have been cool and rational.
'...The sound?'
Whispering, so it wouldn't echo in the classroom as much as possible.
But loud enough for me to hear.
'...My appearance?'
It's not like I'm showing it to anyone else anyway.
As lewdly as possible, to the point where I'd die of embarrassment just by doing it myself.
Only then could I truly sink deep into the swamp of shame, couldn't I?
—*Click, clack, click, clack*.
The black silhouette gradually approached the classroom door, and I pulled down my pure white underwear to match the timing.
And when the person's silhouette fully reached the classroom door—
...I brought both hands behind me and, parting my own pussy, I said:
"F-fuck me roughlyyyy..."
I said it just loud enough for my ears to hear.
But what was clear was that I had uttered the words out loud, loud enough for my own ears.
—*Brrrruuurrr*...!
"...Hick?!"
A familiar sensation was coming over me.
Like, a feeling similar to a shiver.
My pussy, which I had parted with my own hands, began to tremble.
Because I was holding my pussy with my hands, I felt the vibration directly.
"H-hnnnngh?! Agh. W-why..."
I could feel my body getting aroused, but at the same time, my brain felt dizzy, as if it were in heat.
It was hard to think, and my gaze was erratic.
I tried to control my eyes, which kept wanting to roll back, but it wasn't easy.
This feeling, I know what this feeling is.
A feeling so terrifying, and so familiar.
It was the same feeling as when I was forcibly deflowered and made to climax.
"...Hick?! Hmph, hwaaah..., hek."
My pussy, no. My entire vaginal folds convulsed.
Two paradoxical feelings coexisted: pain if it was painful, pleasure if it was pleasurable.
"Ah, ahh..."
Am I going to come just like this...?
I hadn't poked my pussy with my fingers, nor had I rubbed it against the Desk Corner.
I had merely uttered a line that my personality could never normally contain, just once, loud enough to be heard from my mouth.
To convulse and come on my own like this, isn't it too perverted?
Climaxing just from words feels too much like a whore, filling me with self-loathing.
'Was I... this kind of woman...?'
But such thoughts lasted only a moment,
as if telling me not to think any further, my mind filled with heat—
"Hek...❤️"
And at the same time, a stream of liquid ran down my thigh.
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Ah, fuck.
A curse word I wouldn't normally think of just slipped out.
"Haa, I really feel like killing myself..."
I was currently deep in Sage Time.
"R-r-roughly... fuck."
No matter how much I thought about it, the me from earlier didn't seem to be in my right mind.
I wondered if it was right to say such things, which I couldn't even utter now in my sober state, just because I was driven mad by lust.
So, if you ask why I'm only now self-reflecting,
—*Swoosh swoosh*.
"Eek."
I was in the middle of cleaning up the traces I had left behind.
Still, I couldn't just leave the floor dirty and run away.
The silver lining was that there weren't many traces left on the floor or the Desk Corner.
But that didn't mean the evidence I had spilled would disappear.
"Ugh."
If it wasn't on the floor, there was only one place left, wasn't there?
That place was my thigh.
No, to be more precise, several streaks of liquid extending from my groin to my ankle.
If possible, I could just go back to the dormitory like this, but the problem was that I would surely be caught if I met anyone on the way.
My thighs were already half-exposed due to my short skirt, and the streaks of liquid, as if demanding attention, stole glances, which was the problem.
I wondered if mere water stains would be so noticeable, but when I simply lowered my head and checked my bare legs, they were too brazenly visible.
However, the problem didn't end there.
"...Ah."
There's nothing to wipe it with...?
What should I do about this?
A single method instantly came to mind.
But that's too vulgar a method...
Actually, even so, hadn't I personally parted my p-p... there with my own hands?
...Let's stop thinking about it.
What good would it do to pretend to be modest and dignified now, after already having done such utterly vulgar things?
Nevertheless, I wasn't entirely without shame.
I squeezed my eyes shut and reached my hand between my skirt and pelvis, grabbing the piece of fabric I found and pulling it down.
—*Sliiiide*...
The sound of smooth skin and soft fabric rubbing together tickled my ears.
Then, I lifted each leg in turn and removed the fabric from my legs.
"Hah, fuuuck..."
I never thought I'd do something like this, but I crumpled the white pieces of fabric into a ball.
Then, I wiped upwards, following the moisture that ran from my ankle to my inner thigh.
I had worn the plainest and most unattractive underwear possible to avoid attracting Jerad's attention, but now I considered myself lucky that I was wearing soft underwear with a large surface area to wipe away the Arousal Fluid.
"...Hnnnngh."
The panties, having wiped away all traces of the spilled Arousal Fluid, were roughly shoved into my pocket so no one would find them.