Sumire hurriedly explained, "What do you an by ’active’! Both tis, it was you who initiated it..."
Shuichi imdiately interrupted her, "Is the teacher trying to turn things around? In the case of the sports equipnt room, we agreed to et at the door, right? It doesn’t seem like anyone forced the teacher to peek through the vent?"
Sumire was imdiately speechless.
Tsuki added, "Just now in the restroom, we only asked the teacher to keep watch, but the teacher took the opportunity to sneak a peek before leaving. We all noticed, you know?"
Sumire grabbed the pillow behind her and pressed it to her face, utterly embarrassed. She really couldn’t face anyone now!
How could she have been so foolish and made the decision to look!
Well, this is great now, isn’t it?
She couldn’t explain herself anymore!
Shuichi looked at Sumire’s reaction with amusent. He exchanged a glance with Tsuki, who imdiately understood. Like a devil tempting her into sin, he whispered:
"Does the teacher still want to watch? Since you don’t want to be the actor, would you like to continue being the audience?"
Sumire imdiately froze. She swallowed hard, and to her surprise, she found herself sowhat curious, wanting to see the tricks they were playing.
"Teacher, are you getting excited? Looks like you’re still interested after all..."
As Shuichi spoke, he applied the ice pack wrapped in a towel to the sprained area and casually gave her ankle a gentle rub.
Sumire instinctively pulled her foot back, but because her ankle was firmly held, she couldn’t escape.
The cold sensation made her subconsciously curl her toes, but without aning to, she ended up brushing her foot against Shuichi’s arm.
"Oh? Sensei’s toes are a bit restless, huh? Should I take that as you teasing ?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow slightly, looking down at her delicate, slender toes.
"Teasing? Don’t talk nonsense..." Sumire protested, her face flushed red, hiding behind a pillow, too embarrassed to face him.
"Looks like Sensei’s still super shy. How about I just keep getting punished by you today instead, Young Master?"
Tsuki swallowed hard, gazing at Shuichi, who looked way more handso than usual, barely able to hold herself back.
"Fair enough, let’s go with that." Shuichi didn’t press further, not in any rush at all.
Teasing Sumire was just for fun at first, but since this female teacher was clearly so into sneaking peeks, there was nothing more to say.
Peeking too much will eventually make you the one being watched; it’s just a matter of ti.
"Today’s a rare chance to openly play gas in front of the teacher. How do you want to play?" Shuichi asked the little maid for her opinion.
Tsuki licked her lips. "Like last ti in the gym equipnt room?"
"No ti for that," Shuichi shook his head. "Haji Sensei will be back soon."
Tsuki thought about it and agreed, so she reluctantly made another suggestion. "Then like this morning?"
Shuichi still shook his head. Without asking further, he made a decision. "Co here, lie down next to the teacher, pretend to be asleep, and leave the rest to ."
Tsuki instantly beca excited and eagerly lay down next to Sumire, making the already small infirmary bed feel even more cramped.
Sumire was like an ostrich now, pretending not to see anything, but her hearing and sense of touch were sharper than ever.
She only felt the hand on her ankle, which had been making her restless, suddenly pull away. While she felt a sense of loss, a rustling sound reached her ears.
Sumire held back for a mont but finally couldn’t resist peeking out from behind the pillow with one eye. As she watched, her eyes widened, and she beca sowhat entranced.
Shuichi seed to notice sothing unusual and suddenly looked her way, flashing a aningful smile.
Sumire jumped in fright and quickly hid behind the pillow again, pretending she hadn’t been peeking.
After a short while, she couldn’t help but peek again. She saw Shuichi pushing the girl’s uniform up to her neck, lowering his head to obsessively sniff the flat, smooth abdon.
From ti to ti, he pressed his face against it, savoring the softness of her lower belly.
Sumire swallowed hard, her hand unconsciously reaching toward her own abdon, as if she could also feel the ticklish sensation of a handso boy’s face brushing against it.
As Shuichi continued his exploration, the scenes that followed grew bolder, making Sumire’s breathing increasingly rapid. He removed her Tsuki panty and tossed it on the bed. Then he made his way up to her pussy which was already leaking juice. He traced her pussy with his finger which let out a moan from her mouth.
Though she wasn’t unfamiliar with such scenarios from her usual viewing, the gap between a phone screen and reality was undeniably vast.
This imrsive feeling, this all-encompassing, multi-angle experience, was completely different!
The scene seed to have progressed to the point where the girl was stirred awake. Tsuki let out a series of delicate moans that sent shivers through the heart.
By now, Sumire was utterly captivated, completely forgetting her own situation, as if she were watching a video in the comfort of her bedroom. Shuichi was fingering Tsuki’s pussy and sotis gave it a lick and when Tsuki felt his tongue in her hole entering, she ca.
Just then, the boy suddenly raised his head, as if "the person on the screen was looking out at the cara," startling Sumire.
"Your eyes and hands..." Shuichi looked at her with a half-smile.
Sumire instinctively raised both hands and turned her head away, as if to prove her innocence.
This reaction made Shuichi burst out laughing. "Need any help? Your face looks a bit red. Is your ankle still hurting? Want to give it a massage?"
Sumire opened her mouth to refuse, but her throat felt glued shut, unable to produce a sound.
Seeing this, Shuichi tentatively placed a hand on her ankle, then moved it slightly upward, gently kneading a couple of tis. "Does it hurt?"
"It’s... it’s fine..." Sumire shivered, feeling the heat of his palm—so scorching it made her flustered.
Yet, this warmth also stirred an indescribable sensation within her. It didn’t seem entirely unwelco? In fact... It felt kind of nice?
No wonder the student council president looked so delighted...
At that mont, footsteps suddenly echoed from outside, and all three imdiately realized Naomi was back.
Shuichi casually stuffed the blue-and-white striped fabric into his pocket, Tsuki quickly fixed her clothes and sat up, while Sumire nervously clutched the pillow, her entire body tense.
The door opened, and Naomi’s complaining voice followed.
"Can you believe it? The principal was smoking and sohow got the direction wrong, burning his tongue until it blistered and bled. Is that sothing an adult would do? Ugh..."
Shuichi, the calst of the three, was the first to respond with a smile. "You’ve worked hard, Haji Sensei. This is actually a good thing. At least for a while, the principal won’t be able to give those empty, long-winded speeches that waste the teachers’ precious ti."
Naomi let out a hearty laugh. "You’re right, Chiba-kun. You have an interesting perspective. Should I consider treating the principal a bit more slowly?"
"Absolutely. Wounds like that naturally heal slower than surface scratches. It’s perfectly reasonable," Shuichi agreed.
"I can’t pretend I didn’t hear that. If the principal can’t speak, a lot of things will end up delayed," Tsuki said coolly, reverting to her usual aloof deanor.
Sumire suspected Tsuki was inwardly grumbling about Naomi’s untily return.
Naomi felt a bit helpless. The student council president was outstanding, but sotis a bit too rigid.
"Just a joke. As a doctor, how could I ever hope for a patient to recover slowly? Right, Nagase Sensei?"
"Mm..." Sumire hugged the pillow tightly, not looking up, giving a muffled response.
"What’s that? Did you burn your tongue too?" Naomi raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the atmosphere was a bit off.
But when she glanced at the expressionless Tsuki, she thought nothing could possibly be amiss with the student council president present, so she didn’t dwell on it.
"Probably in pain? Nagase Sensei seems to have a low tolerance for it," Shuichi said, smoothing things over.
"That’s true. Every ti I treat her, it’s such a hassle—she’s never cooperative," Naomi said, stepping forward and reaching out to grab Sumire’s calf to check her ankle.
But the mont she touched her, Sumire flinched back as if startled.
"See?" Naomi said irritably. "You’re a grown adult! I’m just checking how the ice is working, and you’re dodging? Aren’t you embarrassed, acting like this in front of students?"
I’ve already lost all my dignity...
Sumire inwardly wailed. The three people in front of her all knew about her embarrassing monts...
"Alright, you two should head back to class. You’ve wasted enough ti here. I’ll take care of the rest," Naomi said, looking up at Shuichi and Tsuki.
"Then we’ll leave it to you, Haji Sensei. Nagase Sensei really isn’t cooperative in this regard—she’s always such a worry," Shuichi said with a smile.
"You’re telling ," Naomi replied, giving him a complicated look as she watched him and Tsuki leave together.
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