Rock Hard
Standing in front of Keiko, the cute yet emotionless girl who had just taken my picture and casually put the camera away without a word, I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me.
Her silence was unnerving, and she showed no intention of explaining why she had come so early in the morning.
I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of my next move. Should I ask her why she was here? Should I invite her in? The tension in the air was palpable, and her inscrutable expression offered no clues.
It was as if she existed in a world where her actions required no explanation, leaving me to navigate the awkward silence alone.
Just as I was about to speak up, Keiko broke the silence. "I won't be able to attend school for a while due to personal reasons," she stated in her usual monotone. "I came to gather the necessary resources to prepare for the break."
What? What does she mean by resources? The picture of me in a tank top? feeling a wave of discomfort wash over me. Standing there in the early morning light, I felt harassed and taken advantage of, bewildered by her cryptic behavior and unsure of how to respond.
Without missing a beat, she leaned in closer, her nose just inches from my chest. Closing her eyes, she took a long, deliberate sniff, much like someone sampling perfumes at the mall. She let out a deep, contented sigh before opening her eyes again, her expression remaining as unreadable as ever.
"Then I shall take my leave; see you in a few days," she said, turning away without waiting for a response. She walked briskly to the black car waiting outside the gate and disappeared inside, leaving me standing there, bewildered and uneasy.
I was so stunned by the entire situation that I couldn't even begin to react to her actions.
Feeling as though I had lost a bit of my dignity, I turned and headed back into the house to prepare for school.
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After arriving at school, I noticed that my handsomeness was still garnering the same level of attention as it had four days ago. The students on the grounds, heading to the main hall, looked at me as if they were seeing me for the first time, their gazes filled with admiration and curiosity.
Ignoring the admiring gazes, I headed directly to my locker. Just as I was about to pass the school steps, a soft, pleasant voice called out to me from behind—the very voice I had been hoping to avoid at all costs for the time being.
"Eric-kun,"
The voice called out, pulling me reluctantly back. With a hesitant turn, I faced her. It was Akari Rei, she stood in her summer uniform, short-sleeved and with a skirt that left enough to the imagination to intrigue anyone.
She had a blush on her face and avoided making eye contact, clearly overcome by shyness.
"Uh-umm, how are you today?" She asked, still facing downward to avoid eye contact, her smile small but noticeable.
Although I couldn't recall every detail of what the system had done in the past two days, I didn't believe it had acted out of character—well, at least I hoped so.
"I doubt you'd bother me just to ask that," I replied, my expression remaining impassive.
Upon hearing my response, she stole a quick glance at my face, perhaps checking if I was truly upset. Seeing that I wasn't, she seemed reassured and decided to continue the conversation.
"Well, since you weren't replying to any texts or calls, and I happened to run into you anyway, I wanted to ask if something was wrong," she said, swaying her arm and body in a charmingly innocent way, her expression tinged with a hint of guilt.
Bitch, Did you really think I was that naive? Drawing from the insights gained through countless romance manga, it was clear you had likely positioned yourself around the school to create the illusion that our meeting was coincidental. And as for your texts and calls, how was I supposed to respond to all those messages? There were so many that I didn't even want to open them, let alone read them.
"Nothing's wrong," I replied calmly. "I simply fell asleep too early and missed your messages. No other reason."
"Then I didn't do anything to anger you, right?" she added, seeking confirmation.
"Probably not," I murmured, turning away to make my way to the locker.
"Then," she said with a slightly raised tone, trying to regain my attention, "your promise still holds, doesn't it?"
With no recollection of any promise, I turned back to her. "What promise are you referring to, exactly?"
She shot me a look that clearly conveyed, 'Are you kidding me?'
"You know, the thing you said we'd do," she murmured, her cheeks flushing with a deeper blush.
"What thing?" I replied, my curiosity now piqued.
She looked at me again, her expression tinged with annoyance as she thought I was pretending not to remember. Leaning in closer, she whispered softly into my ear, her voice barely audible over the bustling school hallway.
"Sex," she whispered, cheeks burning red.
Stunned by her statement, I simply muttered that we would talk later and briskly walked away, leaving her amidst a sea of curious students eavesdropping on our exchange.
Inside the classroom, I gathered my thoughts and considered the possibility that I might have misheard her, though deep down, I knew I hadn't.
In a desperate attempt to uncover the reason, I decided to check her text messages. But as soon as I opened her texts, I swiftly powered off my phone with lightning speed, betraying my surprise before anyone could notice. I hurriedly made my way to the boys' bathroom, seeking a moment of privacy to process what I had just discovered.
Inside the texts were numerous attachments—photos of Akari, completely naked.
The texts contained numerous attachments: photos of Akari in various poses, some provocatively grabbing her ample breasts, others showcasing close-up views of her pussy, clean shaved, and some emphasizing her attractive butt cheeks.
I still didn't understand why she sent those photos, but one thing was certain—I was rock hard.
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Hello author here
I have a question for you
Why do they call it a 'building' when it's already built? Shouldn't it be called a 'built'?
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