Campus Sex Slave

"Today's class, we speak to--"

　　On the podium, the teacher of Western Economics lectured another boring lesson, Lina slumped down on the window seat, using the cover of her books to sneak a glance at the handsome and hard-looking fellow classmate next to her.

　　Full of testosterone flavor.

　　It didn't matter if she just stole a glance and clenched her legs secretly, right?

　　Yesterday, because of her birthday, she went out with her friends and didn't even have time to secretly masturbate and get comfortable.

　　If she could, she would like to experience a more intense pleasure, like the kind of porn that is so cool, being played hard by a man, the kind of play where the big cock fucks her pussy. But the traditional education she had received since childhood did not allow her to take the initiative to find a man and have slutty sex.

　　Stuffed in the pussy of the jumping egg did not dare to open.

　　As much as she wanted to try all kinds of play, coming to class with a jumper stuffed in her pussy was already the most daring behavior she had done so far.

　　It tickled down there, mmmm, it felt so good to grind, what if someone found out, would she be raped? Would she be photographed and threatened? End up being conditioned to be a bitch that only knows how to fuck.

　　The more she thought about this, the redder Lina's face became, and the grinding motion unconsciously got a tiny bit louder.

　　"Lina."

　　Mike's voice startled Lina.

　　Barely making her normal appearance, Lina looked up and asked in a small voice, "What's wrong? What are you yelling at me for?"

　　Only she didn't even realize how seductive she looked at the moment. The peach blossom eyes with mist were watery, and the blush on her face had not yet dissipated, giving her face, which usually looked simple and well-behaved, a few more points of seduction.

　　Not realizing the deep meaning in Mike's gaze, Lina was now filled with nervousness and a little bit of anticipation that she hadn't noticed either.

　　Revealing a sunny smile that he would normally display, Mike returned, "It's okay, I just wanted to ask if you're not feeling well somewhere?"

　　Shaking her head.

　　Lina obediently plopped down on the table not daring to move again after expressing her gratitude.

　　But the nervousness of almost being discovered still made her heart pound, and her pussy, which was clamped with a jumping egg, felt an unprecedented sense of excitement just now. It was so tempting to touch it, and if she touched it down there now, it would definitely be better than every time before.

　　If only ...

　　"Uhh!"

　　A hand suddenly climbed up her thigh, and the shriek that nearly spilled out of her mouth was forced back into Lina's mouth.

　　Turning her head sideways, Mike, the source of the hand, looked over at her with the same harmless, clean smile, "What's wrong?"

　　"No ... nothing ..."

　　She bit her tongue and plopped back down on the table with timidity, too stiff to move a bit more.

　　May be to see her not resist, the man's hand began to become unrestrained, first playfully rubbing her thighs under the skirt, white silky tender flesh feel excellent, along the thighs and then a little bit slipped to the edge of the panties.

　　Why is it so tingly?

　　Lina had grown up for the first time in her life to be touched by a man in such a place, the palm of a woman's hand that was not as delicate as a woman's felt like it was charged with electricity, evoking a feeling of trembling.

　　If the panties are touched, what if the jumper in her pussy is discovered? I'll be violated, won't I? I'm sure I'll be violated.

　　In class, the teacher was still teaching a boring lesson.

　　Lina looked around carefully, no one in the not-so-filled classroom noticed her in the corner, so no one would realize that the hem of her skirt under her desk had been lifted up by a man, and that a few fingers that didn't belong to her were touching her pussy through her panties and playing with it delicately.

　　She didn't dare to look at Mike's expression.

　　But she clearly felt the man's hand pause for a moment after touching her panties, which were already damp.

　　Being discovered.

　　Would he think he was a slut to be fucked? She looked obedient, but she was a slut who was in heat in the classroom with a jumper and couldn't get away from the meat stick?

　　Moreover, why can a man's finger be so comfortable?

　　Just by pressing the cloth into her pussy through her panties, and sliding it up along her labia, holding down her clitoris and rubbing it in circles twice, and then sliding it down again, she was too comfortable to be comfortable.

　　It was so good, her pussy was so numb, her body was so comfortable she wanted to shiver.

　　No screaming out, she's still in the classroom.

　　Lina covered her mouth with one hand and curled up on her haunches, afraid she'd scream out in pleasure in the middle of class and the others would find out.

　　"Slut."

　　The man's magnetic voice rang against her ear. It was so small that probably only the two of them could hear it.

　　"I'm not." Lina mentally explained to herself, "It's a normal physical reaction, I'm not volunteering, I'm being forced to molest."

　　No matter how much she tried to defend herself, the water on her panties grew.

Especially after the other person said the word slut, she closed her legs and clamped the palm in the middle, rubbing herself uncontrollably a few times.