Chapter 3: Study Techniques

She knew beforehand that he was popular, however, she didn't know that he was loaded. The neighborhood in which Gojou Satoru's house is located is one of the wealthiest. Kasumi had never been in such a neighborhood, nor in such a mansion.

She looks up and a security camera moves in her direction. She rang the doorbell just seconds ago, but the opulence of the Gojou mansion quickly makes her uncomfortable.

The door opens and she is greeted by a smiling Gojou Satoru dressed in a black sweatshirt.

"Did you have a hard time finding the house?" he asks after welcoming her.

"Not much, your house takes up the whole block," she laughs, but while it didn't take her long to find Gojou's house, it did take her a little longer to get there. It's so far from her house that she had to take an uncomfortable public transportation ride of at least 50 minutes.

"Come, you'll have to talk to my father before we can start studying. But don't worry too much, he would do anything to make my grades improve."

Kasumi knew this would happen, Satoru told her about it during one of the breaks when they exchanged schedules to choose the ones that were most comfortable for her. And although she has had time to prepare herself mentally and this is not her first job interview, she can't help but be a little nervous. As far as she knows, Gojou's father is a renowned businessman who is no match for a convenience store owner. He surely has high expectations for a tutor for his son, and as she walks alongside Satoru to his father's office, she wonders why Gojou doesn't attend a private school.

Her classmate knocks on the office door and she hears the husky voice on the other side inviting them in. He grabs the doorknob with his right hand and gives her a sidelong glance in a particular way, looking slightly amused, as if he knew beforehand that Miwa would be a nervous wreck. When he pushes the door, Kasumi gawks for a moment at the sight of a tall man, similar to Satoru and with his hair neatly combed back, with a couple of white hairs on his forehead.

"Miwa Kasumi, I presume," he says and she nods, "Have a seat," he invites her and Satoru stands to the side, leaning against a bookcase.

"It's an honor to meet you, Gojou-san," Kasumi says cordially and he looks at her as if he's looking at the morning paper. It's a mixture of disinterest and everydayness that makes Miwa feel insignificant and she can barely hold his gaze. "I-I brought my report card," she stutters and with nervous fingers she rummages through her bag to spread it out on the table. "I also have references from my previous jobs," she pulls out a couple more sheets of paper.

"You came prepared," he comments and adjusts his glasses to read what Miwa has brought him.

A small smile curves Gojou-san's lips, one that makes Kasumi's chest barely puff out.

"Yes!" she says vehemently. "I'm currently in six clubs and have been president of my class for two years. I plan to run this year as well."

"Miwa, how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

Satoru is puzzled, Kasumi is two years younger than him and he didn't know it. Despite his curiosity, he doesn't interrupt the meeting; Miwa is doing very well and he knows she has made a good first impression on his father.

"And what are your salary expectations?"

"Well, Gojou-kun and I thought that... if you agree we could have classes three times a week. Which would be a total of twelve hours per month, and the hour of work is quoted at ¥1,013, so that would be a total of ¥12,156 per month. Not counting overtime if needed before an exam, it all depends on Gojou-kun's performance."

"Ah, and we can't expect much from him."

Miwa gapes and hears Satoru squeak behind her.

"I think... I think Gojou-kun is very capable, he just lacks a little motivation."

"And I guess he'll be more motivated to study with a girl like you than with a sensei of mature age."

Some disjointed letters come out of Miwa's lips, she can't articulate a single word when she hears him and he adjusts his glasses to look her in the eyes.

"I-I..." she stutters again, "I take my job very seriously, sir."

"I guess dealing with Satoru and doing your job at the same time requires a little more than you pretend, so here's my offer. I'll pay you ¥20,000 a month, including overtime. You'll tutor him three times a week, but not if I don't see an improvement in his grades I'll have to fire you. And as for you, Satoru," he continues, after turning his face in his direction, "if this tutoring doesn't work out I'll be the one to find you a tutor and you'll have to forget about the basketball team."

"What?!"

"That's all, you are dismissed and Miwa-chan, start your work as soon as possible."

Without further ado, he dismisses them from his office and they both stand quietly in the hallway. Miwa can't believe she's going to receive such a sum of money and Satoru is suddenly afraid of being left out of the team; Toji-sensei would be able to beat him up if that were to happen.

"When do we start?" Satoru says, after coming out of his reverie.

"Is tomorrow okay with you?"

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow's fine."

Kasumi starts to leave quickly, noticing immediately that Gojou's face doesn't show any happiness, unlike hers. It doesn't take long for her to say goodbye to him and take another long walk home. Even on public transport, she can't get over her surprise and mentally starts to do the math, thinking about her budget and how much she will be able to save at the end of the month. She will have enough time left for her clubs and to organize her campaign to run for class president.

As she gets off the last bus, the houses have become a tenth of the size of the Gojou mansion. The streets are much smaller and hears the barking of one of the neighborhood dogs, barking at some pigeons nesting on an old electric pole. She walks home and announces herself as she enters.

Sochi and Kano watch TV with their father, who sips a beer while their mother prepares dinner. The boys greet her, their father just looks in their direction.

"Where were you?"

"At an interview, to tutor one of my classmates."

"Oh... right, you mentioned that," he says almost uninterestedly.

Kasumi watches the television program her brothers and father are watching. This is the fourth time they have moved since she entered high school as her father has trouble keeping a job, which doesn't give Kasumi much time to settle into any school, neither her nor her siblings. So she makes an even bigger effort to keep up with her homework and clubs, otherwise it would be much harder to apply for a scholarship.

The next day, she wakes up in the room she shares with the children, much earlier than the rest of the family. Takes a shower, prepares breakfast for the rest and eats some toast before the sun comes up. She walks out slowly as the sun begins to rise and smiles to herself, today will be her first class with Gojou Satoru and she is ready to prove to his father that she will live up to his expectations.

(...)

"He said that if I didn't improve my grades, he was going to cut me from the basketball team."

"He put you on the spot."

Getou smiles in his direction, as if he had told him something funny when Satoru can only feel deep annoyance.

"It's extortion."

"At least you have Miwa-chan to help you. The next game is in three weeks and we have an English exam in ten days."

"Shit..." he sighs and continues walking down the street next to Suguru, until yesterday his biggest concern was to get the next manga of his favorite series before they were sold out, now he mentally counts how many classes he'll have with Kasumi before the next exam.

"And if you think about it... what do you think Toji-sensei will do if you're taken off the team? I imagine he's already made a bet on the next match and as good as I am, I don't think we'll get the same score if we don't have you on the team."

"He'd stab me in the back at the first opportunity."

"I'd tell you not to overreact, but that sounds like something he'd be capable of."

"The guy looks like he's out of the yakuza or something."

Satoru looks at the latest messages on his cell phone and sees some photos from the match on his social media. His small entourage of first-year female fans have filled his latest profile picture with reactions and he reads their latest comments with a smile.

When he arrives at school he's forced to turn down an night out with his classmates to celebrate the first win of the year. But he merely mentions that he has an engagement, as he is not amused to confess that he has one of his classmates as a tutor. It doesn't even occur to him to mention his father's threat regarding the team; such words cannot reach Fushiguro-sensei ears.

He spends the rest of his classes trying to pay the least amount of attention, so much so that he can't even take a bite of the chocolates hidden under his desk.

When the last bell rings, signaling the end of classes, Kasumi turns in his direction and smiles at him. Satoru looks at her with the same wretched face he has had all day.

"Do you think we should go to your house together to start?" She asks him and then seems to realize that something isn't right, "Gojou-kun, are you okay?"

"It's nothing... Yes, let's go."

"Have fun, guys," Suguru says before leaving and Gojou twists his expression, he knows Getou will go party with the rest of his classmates while he spends the afternoon studying with Miwa-chan.

Kasumi has some things to take care of before leaving the school, so Satoru waits for her by the gate after the rest have already left. After a few minutes she comes out, rather more excited than he is. As they start walking he notices that she has been on her cell phone for the last few minutes.

"Your boyfriend?" he asks, almost uninterested.

"N-No!" she hastens to deny and suddenly her face turns pink. "He's just a member of a club... We've got some work to do."

"The science club?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I guessed."

It starts to bug him in no time. Anyone would have expected the new girl to be completely engrossed in him given this great opportunity, but Kasumi just looks at her cell phone and answers a few messages, smiles softly to herself and then puts the cell phone in her pocket.

"Kasumi-chan, why don't I have your number?"

"Huh? I guess it's because you didn't ask for it. I think you should, that way it will be easier to coordinate classes."

"Sure."

Kasumi-chan seems to have her class completely planned and they start from the basics to corroborate the level Gojou has in the next subject. After forty minutes they take a short break in which Miwa encourages him to eat something sweet, something that pleases him to encourage a learning process that will help him stay consistent. She explains the scientific basis of the technique and smiles at him. After fifteen minutes they continue studying and before finishing she receives a new message that makes her smile and suddenly, he realizes how much it annoys him. He raises an eyebrow without Miwa noticing and looks at her with some hostility.

It has already been two extremely boring classes in which he is unable to concentrate fully. Something has hit his ego this time, in fact, Gojou has never had to compete with someone for a girl's attention. But Kasumi-chan has turned out to be different, she hardly talks about herself even though Gojou has diverted the conversation from the main topic to some more trivial ones, somehow she goes back to studies and ignores him. She seems completely determined to teach him, to earn the juicy salary his father has offered her. Perhaps he would feel better about himself if the girl had agreed to give him lessons right off the bat, as any normal girl would have done. Maybe if she had been more enthusiastic, more eager to be alone with him in his room, and not so much about the work itself. But she's focused and this makes him think she's one of those girls who only has eyes for one man and this time it's not him.

Gojou stands up to Kasumi's puzzled look and she watches him stretch his legs and lay down on the bed with both arms behind his head.

"Gojou-kun, are you tired? Do you want to leave the class for another day?"

"I'm distracted," he answers. "I can't concentrate."

Kasumi walks over to him and sits shyly on the edge of the bed.

"Has something happend? Would you like to talk to me?"

Gojou smiles. This girl is too perfect. She looks like something out of a teen romance novel. No wonder she has become so popular with the boys at school in such a short time. Although from time to time the locker room talk has become slightly raunchy, as is to be expected for boys his age.

He watches her, lifting his dark glasses up on his forehead. Kasumi's skin is smooth and pale and he suddenly wonders if all her underwear will be as chaste as the ones she wore that day a gust of wind lifted her skirt.

Being alone with a girl in his room has started to stir his hormones, especially, on days like this, when Kasumi is wearing casual clothes. Today she's wearing a blue skirt and a cute pink shirt, a pair of knee-length stockings and her hair in a ponytail.

"Lie down with me," he says and pats the mattress. He smirks as the skin tone on Miwa's cheeks turns red and she breaks her lips into an uncomfortable grimace, averts her eyes and stutters a laugh. She's so shy that it's made him want to disarm her. "Easy, Kasumi-chan. It's just to chat..."

Kasumi swallows, however, ends up agreeing and lies down on the bed beside him as they both look up at the ceiling.

"Then why... why are you so distracted today?"

"There's a girl who's not interested in me and that bothers me."

"Oh..." Miwa mumbles and nothing else comes out of her lips until a long time later. "It's normal, I guess. Do you like that girl?"

"I don't know, she's cute."

"I see..."

"I was told she likes someone else."

"And what do you plan to do?"

Gojou turns over on the mattress and rests his face on one hand. Kasumi immediately tenses up and freezes on the bed. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye and looks at the ceiling again. Her lips press together and suddenly her heart starts pounding hard against her chest.

It's not rare that in this situation Gojou begins to feel his hormones fluttering inside him, arousing tingles and heat in distinctive spaces of his skin.

"What would you do, Kasumi-chan?"

"Me?! Well... I... erhm... I guess... I guess I'd try, even if I was rejected," she answers truthfully, turning to look him in the eye.

She quickly notices the way Gojou's gaze drifts from her big blue eyes to the pink hue of her half-open lips.

"Do you like someone else, Kasumi?" Gojou suddenly whispers, coming within inches of her.

"Huh?" She gasps, shocked by the question and Gojou's obvious intentions, yet finds no words or resistance when his nose brushes hers. Her heart drums furiously inside her chest and her cheeks flush red, as does her neck, chest and ears.

She finds herself slowly closing her eyes as he approaches.

"No..." she finally answers and feels Gojou's lips on hers. Then a hand on her waist and his long fingers sinking into the fabric, squeezing her skin.

At first, Kasumi is shy. She parts her lips and kisses him softly and each time Satoru diverts his hand from her waist to her ass, he feels her gasp a protest and stops. He kisses her, caresses her lips with the tip of his tongue and tries once more; he slides his hand up to her breast and she again moans beneath his lips.

It becomes clear to Satoru, that despite having been kissing her for several minutes already, lying on the bed, he will not be able to go much further. However, she doesn't stop, it seems she could stay there for hours, just kissing him. Caressing his face with one hand, moving her fingers delicately to his neck, making his skin bristle.

But the heat he begins to feel becomes suffocating and accumulates on his legs. Although he doesn't want to stop kissing her either, to stop tasting her mouth and caressing her tongue with his. The sound of their sighs echoing over their mouths, getting lost in the pillow, ends up being intoxicating. He can't help something that is only natural and begins to ache and twitch involuntarily under his pants.

He stops and watches her with his eyes half open. Kasumi is completely flushed, breathing shakily and takes a while to open her eyes, a little dizzy and still confused by what just happened.

"I think... we'll have to stop," he tells her and she doesn't understand until he lowers his gaze, as if pointing in a certain direction.

Kasumi looks up and a gasp escapes her, her eyes widen, so wide that she looks frightened, and he smirks.

"I'm s-sorry!" she suddenly lets go. "We can go back to studying..." she begins, starting to get out of bed when he stops her and bends her back to where she was lying.

"I don't think I can concentrate right now," he comments softly, stroking her waist once more, "maybe... if you help me with this I could pay more attention."

"Help you? What... what do you mean by that?"

He widens his smile again and Miwa's chest bursts into flames. He subtly slides his fingers from her shoulder to her elbow and from her elbow to her palm and intertwines his fingers with hers.

"You know..."

Kasumi really doesn't know, she has never found herself in a situation like this before. She blushes as she feels Gojou's long fingers wrapped between hers and suddenly he kisses her again. He's irresistible, the warmth of his breath and the way he murmurs against her lips leaves her breathless. Carefully, Gojou bends Miwa's right hand down to his crotch and despite her apprehension he leans her down to touch him over the fabric of his pants.

Kasumi gasps again, but Satoru kisses her more and with such intensity that she finds no way to resist.

"Please..." he whispers in her ear and starts kissing her neck.

Miwa swallows, the sensation of each kiss spread over her skin begins to burn; it burns between her legs and she presses them against each other. He pushes her hand, forcing her to touch him up and down.

"You say... it'll help you concentrate, right?"

"Aha..." he answers, still spreading wet kisses on her neck.

"Okay then..."

Satoru breaks away from her for a moment and returns to her lips while unbuttoning his pants. If he can't touch her, at least she can touch him. Kasumi hears the zipper of his pants down and feels him stir on the bed and, when he pulls away from her, they both look down at his erection.

Kasumi had never seen a penis in her entire life. She looks at it in embarrassment for a moment and then looks back at him. And he soon kisses her again and takes her hand to lead her to his most intimate place.

"Hold it," he asks her in another whisper and she fearfully extends her hand to him.

As she takes it, Miwa clearly hears a gasp leave Satoru's lips. He stops again, his nose and forehead brushing against Miwa's face. Kasumi moves her hand, at least she has an idea of this, though she's not quite sure if she's doing it right. Her heart pounds in her ribs and pumps blood in all directions. Satoru feels his cock throbbing under Kasumi's palm and she senses under his skin the torrent rushing hard.

"Like that..." he says as she starts to move faster, "just like that... ah..."

He's dying to touch her, but it looks like he'll have to settle for this for now. And it's not that he's dissatisfied, it's really much more than he should have expected from someone as proper as Miwa Kasumi is.

He feels Miwa's soft palm going back and forth in a motion that makes him imagine what her insides would feel like. He wishes he could brush the tip against her legs, against her wetness. But he knows he can't, that Miwa is most likely still a virgin. Though she learns quickly, before long she masters a rhythm on him that makes him sink his face against the pillow and bite his lips.

"Yes..." she murmurs again, "faster...".

Miwa is obedient, Gojou feels her light sighs on his stretched neck and stretches his toes as he is about to come.

Gojou comes on the bed and lets out through his throat an intense gasp that ends up lost between Miwa's lips. He feels his body lose strength after the last drop of semen came out of him and sticks against Kasumi's fingers. He opens his eyes, gasping his breaths. Kasumi waits still with her face boiling, her skin on fire. Satoru smiles warmly at her and strokes her cheek.

"That was very good," he comments and she smiles embarrassed.

After a few seconds Satoru puts his dick under his pants and turns to grab something from the drawer next to the bed; he pulls out a box of tissues and takes a couple to wipe Miwa's hand and then does the same with the covers.

Now, it seems that Kasumi has a lot more trouble holding his gaze. Satoru on the other hand couldn't be calmer even if he wanted to.

"I'm going to... go to the bathroom," she says and excuses herself, gets up from the bed quickly and Gojou returns to the table where his books are waiting for him until she comes out several minutes later.

Kasumi has slyly wet her chest and neck with cold water to stop that feeling that was starting to burn her inside. She is deeply embarrassed by the shameful state of her underwear and walks with her legs tightly clenched, her clothes are wet and she finds it hard to shake off the obscene ideas that came to her mind while she was masturbating him.

"Should we continue?" He asks her with a smile as she leaves the bathroom and Kasumi nods, trying to regain her composure.

It's fascinating that Gojou can be so calm around her after what just happened. In fact, he behaves like any other day at school and this disturbs her. She walks at a slow pace and sits down in the same place she was before Satoru decided to lie down on the bed. He looks at his notes with a very particular relief, as if everything suddenly looks clearer.

"W-Where were we?" asks Kasumi, slightly confused and still blushing.

"On page five."

The class continues, better than the previous two. Satoru doesn't look for excuses to change the course of their conversations and listens more attentively to her explanations. But this fails to put her at ease. It is too strange that after having shared such an intimate moment, he behaves so lightly, as if it were a matter of everyday life. When she says goodbye to him, she does so as she does every day, perhaps with a little more enthusiasm on his part, and returns home with a head full of questions she didn't dare ask.

The next day at school, Satoru is still the same as she met and for some reason this begins to irritate her. She doesn't know why she let herself get carried away by the burning desire in her skin, but the truth is that she feels somewhat regretful. However, she doesn't say anything. Satoru does not mention what happened at any time and pays no more attention to her than usual.

Two days later they meet again in the same place, Satoru rambles again; mentioning to her the last chapter of a manga he bought and how sorry he feels for the death of one of his favorite characters, so much so that he mentions that he was about to abandon it, but he needs to know how the story will end. Kasumi looks at him sideways, almost with no intention of listening to him. She suddenly frowns as she reads her English notes.

"What's wrong, Kasumi-chan? Did you have a bad day?" he asks her and points his index finger between her eyebrows.

She looks up and her eyebrows rise as she sees Satoru's finger touching between her eyes. She denies, flipping her cropped hair at an angle and turns her face back to her notes, but her brow furrows again.

"Are you upset?" he asks again, crossing his arms and resting his face on them. "Wait...are you mad at me? What did I do?"

"W-What did you do?" she asks and her face turns scarlet. "How could you not know?"

She's so nervous that her arms are tight against her chest and she feels herself trembling. Gojou opens his eyes wide, his reaction seems genuine, he really doesn't know what he's done.

"Is it because of the other day?" he says quizzically. "Oh... yes, I guess I was a bit selfish. I didn't think you wanted me to touch you so I decided to stop trying, but if you want I can do it now. That way we're even."

"Even?!"

Satoru slides on the floor away from the short-legged table and settles down beside her. He brings one hand quickly to her thigh and leans on her, quickly bringing his face close to hers.

"What do you say? Maybe it'll help you concentrate, you're a little distracted today."

His hand sinks between her legs before she can raise her voice in protest, Gojou moves closer and kisses her again. He sinks his lips onto hers with palpable urgency, the truth is he hasn't stopped thinking about something like this since their last class and was begging to find the opportunity to repeat it. Studying is so much easier when his hormones are appeased. At least that's the impression he'd gotten from their last tutoring.

Kasumi can barely let out a muffled protest between hot wet kisses. Eventually he subtly pushes her down and she ends up lying on the floor, with Satoru's right hand caressing the skin between her legs, moving mere inches to the north.

"What if... someone comes?" she asks defeated, when Gojou diverts the path of his kisses to her neck and bites her ear.

"My father is on a business trip, don't worry, Kasumi..."

A soft gasp escapes her lips as Satoru rests his digits on her underwear and her face turns abashed again because she knows what a deplorable state her panties are in. Satoru smiles against her neck as he touches the damp fabric and feels Kasumi's legs slowly spread open for him. He touches her for a good while as he kisses her, lying on the floor, tracing circles on the cloth and listening to Kasumi-chan's tender moans.

Her breathing becomes heavy and he opens his eyes to see her reaction as he slides aside the wet cloth and can touch her sex directly.

Kasumi opens her eyes and looks at him, there is a hint of terror hidden in her blue eyes while in Gojou's she finds only ravenous hunger. He touches her and moistens his fingers, parting her lower lips with his fingertips until he reaches her hot wet pussy. Miwa lifts her knees and Gojou leaves soft kisses against her cheek and a guttural gasp escapes his throat.

Gojou's face is almost as abashed as she is as he masturbates her and he feels his underwear begin to tighten. It was only to be expected that it would end like this, that he would get his cock so hard from just touching with his own hands Miwa's pubes.

"Can I put my fingers in?" he purred against her ear and she let out a whimper, somewhere between dazed and scared. "Don't be afraid, I'll be careful. You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes," she confesses.

"Okay, I'll do it gently so you'll like it."

He slowly runs his fingers down the folds of Miwa's sex and traces a circle over the opening of her pussy, so wet and hot it makes his cock squirm. Kasumi sighs again and again, her chest heaving rapidly, and Satoru looks down at her tits over her uniform and bites her neck just before he slips a finger in. Another moan, deep and hoarse, comes from his throat as he feels his finger pressed between the hot flesh of Miwa's sex. She moans softly and twitches, wiggles her hips subtly and he touches her swollen clit with his thumb, crawling on the floor to grind his hips against her.

Kasumi feels Gojou's erection against her hip, slyly lifting her skirt. But the sensation is too intoxicating to stop. She really likes what he's doing to her, even if she's deeply ashamed to admit it. She cranes her neck as he slips another finger in and instinctively spreads her legs.

"That's how you like it, Kasumi-chan?" He asks in a whisper against her ear. "You're gonna come in my hand?"

"Don't say... such rude things... Gojou-kun", she answers with difficulty, still writhing under Satoru's right hand.

"Why not?"

"Because you make it sound... so dirty."

He smirks and thrusts his hips harder. For some reason this air of naiveté excites him, boils his body just listening to this girl moaning and sighing, writhing in pleasure at his own fingertips.

"I like it dirty," he replies, letting her see the gleam of his smile.

There is something titillating and embarrassing about Satoru's words. Kasumi is one of those girls raised to have a very neat image of sex and these encounters with Gojou completely lack this quality. That's why she doesn't understand why she can't stop, why she likes this feeling of being lit on fire and getting even wetter from just hearing those words whispered against her ear.

"How about... giving me a hand too?"

In some twisted way, it seems only fair to Kasumi to do so. Though her movements are shaky and full of hesitation, Gojou watches her forcing her own hand to touch over his pants and strokes it over the fabric without him having to guide her. Kasumi really is a fast learner.

He bites his lips at the feel of her hands, his cock throbbing under his pants from that first chaste touch and slips his fingers into her again and again, listening to the sounds that come naturally from Miwa's throat.

It takes her some work to unzip him, she can't even look up to see him and Gojou can't take his eyes off what's happening south of their bodies. Kasumi's slender fingers move with obvious inexperience, but after a few torturous seconds for Gojou, she manages to unzip his pants and his erection soon peeks out still hidden under his boxers. Miwa hesitates, stops her hands and dares to look him in the eye.

"You're doing great, Kasumi-chan," he encourages her before kissing her again and speeding up the rhythm tracing disjointed figures on her clit with his thumb.

Kasumi gasps under his kisses, her eyebrows raised as if in pain, but the rest of her face is nothing more than an express confession of how aroused she is. Gojou is surprised when Miwa slips her soft fingers under the fabric of his briefs and takes his dick in her hand and repeats what she did the previous class. She takes it and moves her wrist in accurate movements that make him gasp and he bends over her. He slips two fingers in faster and she copies his rhythm. He looks into her eyes and finds only her lips half open and her eyes almost lost somewhere on his face. Kasumi's moans, the texture of her sex and the feel of her palm masturbating him, make him groan.

He wants to penetrate her, wants to bury himself between her legs hard, but suddenly Kasumi lets out a loud moan so erotic that he feels himself about to come. Her legs stiffen and she trembles. Satoru clearly perceives how her insides tighten, the hand holding his cock does too and she moves it so fast that he can't help it and ejaculates on her palm again while she gasps her orgasm.

Gojou falls beside her as she catches her breath. Kasumi's legs are unresponsive and she says absolutely nothing, she looks about to fall asleep on the floor with her legs limp and chest heaving rapidly. Satoru watches the swaying of her tits with his eyes half open.

"Should we go on..." she begins, trying to breathe, "with the class?"

Satoru broadens a smile, though he has his shirt stained with his own semen and a wet hand on one of Miwa's thighs.

"Okay."

Notes: Hi! I hope you liked this chapter and see you in the next one!