She had plenty of subject matter to chose from, she knew what movements to use to be stimulating.

But it wasn't what either book said. The skin around her vagina was puffy and a little humid. Her fingers were cold and felt odd.

She tutted, having just barly touched it and already hating it. Shouldn't soft little caresses send her head rolling back, her skin raised in goosebumps.

It wasn't even interesting. Maybe she was over thinking it. Just put a finger in and-

Well it wouldn't, at least not comfortably.

No to that too.

About to reach for her laptop, clearly she just needed to read more about it, when she leaned forward. And caught the 'gleaming chocolate brown eyes' of the man on the cover, she rolled hers.

Grey would be better. A new wave of arousal pulsed in her lap.

Oh. She swallowed and laid back, hand over her skirt, giving a little pressure.

Grey eyes, staring at her like he could eat her. His black hair tousled, and a little in his eyes. His mouth pensive, like he was about to tell her, what exactly, she didn't know.

She rembered their few chaste kisses. Forgetting everything before and after. Just his hot mouth, his familiar breath.

Him shirtless after the shower, he was thin, but wiry with muscle. His shorts low on his hips, the gleam of water dripping off of him.

She focused again on his hungry eyes, the back of her knuckles pushing against her own mouth, needing sensation there to complete the fantasy.

Two fingers, over the skirt. Rubbing up and back over her clitoris. She mumbled "Haru..." And shuddered.

Pleading the vision of his eyes, the memory of his bruising lips. Just. More.

Rubbing and envisioning, she felt the pleasure grow. Waining here or there, but she pressed firmer. Almost rolling the skin around her clitoris in quick circles.

She came, her toes curled and a little clear liquid wet her panties through.

The wet garment clung to her, feeling nice on her cooling skin. But she decided she wouldn't want to sleep in it. She came down, letting her pulse level out.

She changed and nervous, shaky, and satisfied she was ready for bed.

Her alarm blared and she blanched. She didn't want to face the world. She didn't want to see her family.

Her classmates, or that teacher. She didn't know if she wanted to see him. She felt compelled to stand in the street at the thought of it, but also...

Didn't she kind of want to?

Getting ready and gathering up her books, this time, not those books. She tucked them into her matress, not giving any thought to why.

Of course his desk was surrounded by admiring girls. She was able to slink past, relaxed at not having to greet, or be greeted by anyone.

Still somewhat on edge, she got her desk ready for the lesson. Despite being ahead of the lesson plan in this class, she had cold swirls in her stomach and hot fever on her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

It bothered her not to be able to pay attention.

Haru looked oversized, sitting with one leg folded, hunched over and leaning forward. He caught her eye and beamed at her.

She snapped her head down, the heat eating up the rest of her face.

Eventually class ended, and she was able to do the work in her next class. Listening idly and filling in answers, occasionally switching to taking notes of what this teacher said.

He wasn't in this class, but his very existance was what clouded her.

At the end of a long day he approached her. She'd considered sneaking home, avoiding him. She had before, but it's not like the thought of him wouldn't follow her home.

That, and he, might follow her home.

He greeted her cheerily and dove right into it, "How was the chapter about PURGED? Did you like it?"

"I didn't read it!" She blurted. Losing herself in a rant, one she may have been preparing since the final class period of the day.

He cut off her rant, furious. "Why not? You were already reading it! You don't even care about what happens!?" Realisation seemingly dawns on him. "You just wanted to steal the book! Give it back! Theif!"

Her mouth snapped shut, and she looked at him, her eyes darting all over his face. "What!?"

She couldn't even hear him yelling anymore, the gears were turning in her head. A smile broke out across her face, offending him further. He only stopped yelling to look hurt when she started to laugh.

She wiped at her eyes, finally able to stop, caught in his absolute pout.

"One, it's not even yours. Two, I didn't steal it." She chuckled, a wide grin playing on her features. "It just wasn't that good."

His face was blank, considering this. "Alright. Saeko-san has a whole series of them, I'll ask her for anoth-"

She grabbed his hand as he began to turn, clearly about to do just that. Her head was tilted down, her bangs over her eyes.

He blushed too, her hand lingering on his.

"Haru..." Her eye's wouldn't meet his. "These are private things. I don't want anyone else to know I read the book."

He beamed, embarrassment forgotten. "So you did read it!"

Shizuku huffed, struggling with her shaking lips. "Aren't you listening?" She said with some anger.

His hand went to her chin and he tilted her head up. "Yes. You read it, and you didn't like it." He had that look in his eyes.

The one that had made her cum the night before. Before she could stop herself she had grabbed his collar and pulled him down. She kissed him hard and moaned right against his lips.

Then her eyes flew open, panicked and she pushed him all the way back, right onto his ass. And she ran.

Haru sat back, shock slowly replaced with a moony grin. He cupped his face in his hands. "I'm listening," he said to no one, "You read it and you liked it."