Chapter 12

"So, what do you say? Can I grope your breasts?" Kazuma asked, his voice steady, though there was an underlying eagerness he didn't try to hide.

Trish's face flushed a deep red, the color creeping up her neck as she turned her back on him. She barely managed to speak, her voice low and shy. "I... I'm only doing this because I want to show you that I'm serious about this partnership."

"Thank you, Trish. I believe in you," Kazuma replied, a twisted sense of satisfaction bubbling up inside him. He stepped closer to the nurse, his hands trembling as they reached toward her chest, her breasts barely concealed beneath her clothing. His fingers shook, not from nerves but from the sheer anticipation of what was about to happen. In his previous life, he'd never come close to touching a woman's body, but today, things were different. Today, he was crossing that line.

A grin stretched across his face, followed by a chuckle as the thoughts raced in his mind. He imagined himself playing with her body, the idea alone causing a rush of excitement that made his boxers damp with precum. He didn't care. His focus was singular—those breasts.

As he stretched his hands closer to her chest, the distance between him and his goal felt endless, like a prize just out of reach. His breathing became heavier, his heartbeat echoing in his ears as his hands hovered over her. The tension in the room built, his pulse quickening with every second.

Finally, his fingers made contact. Softness. Warmth. He gently explored her breasts, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. Trish let out a low moan, her face glowing bright red. The sound only encouraged him, fueling his desire.

*I guess she's feeling it too,* he thought, his fingers tracing over her nipples. They were hard beneath her clothing, which only made him more eager. He cupped her breasts fully, squeezing and kneading them with both hands, feeling the weight and softness in his palms. It was intoxicating.

*Why wouldn't anyone want this?* Kazuma thought, his mind clouded with lust. There was no hesitation left in him. His urges overpowered everything else. Driven by excitement, he leaned forward and sloppily pressed his lips against hers, but Trish quickly pushed him back, her voice sharp.

"Kissing is off-limits," she said, her breath shaky.

Kazuma barely registered her words, his mind consumed by what had just happened. Everything he'd done was a first for him, and he was reveling in it.

The desire for more surged through him, and before he could stop himself, he grabbed at the nurse's clothes, tearing them open with a fierce tug. His eyes widened at the sight before him—her milky white skin, her luscious breasts straining against her bra. They looked as if they could barely be contained. With fumbling fingers, he tried to unhook the bra but grew frustrated when it wouldn't give. In a burst of impatience, he tore it apart, letting her breasts spill free.

As the bra snapped away, her breasts bounced slightly, and Kazuma couldn't help but stare, mesmerized. They were firm and round, with nipples that were hard and pointed. He grazed over them with his fingers, almost in awe, wondering why they had become so stiff.

Leaning down, he was about to suck on one of her nipples when a sudden knock on the door shattered the moment. His body froze, panic flooding his system as reality crashed back in. His heart raced, and he whipped his head toward the door, his thoughts scrambling.

It was his class teacher's voice, the very person who had rushed him to the school clinic when he'd fainted.

"Hello, Trish, are you in there?" said my class teacher after knocking at the door.

Hearing her voice filled me with anger, and I turned towards the door, saying in a low tone, "What a nice way for this bitch to kill the mood."

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As I lowered my head to suck on her nipple, I heard a knock on the door, causing me to panic and snap back to my senses. Behold, the voice I heard was that of my class teacher, who had rushed me to the school clinic when I had fainted.

"Hello, Trish, are you in there?" said my class teacher after knocking at the door.

Hearing her voice filled me with anger, and I turned towards the door, saying in a low tone, "What a nice way for this bitch to kill the mood."

Another knock came at the door, "Are you there, Trish?" said the home teacher.

A wave of panic surged through me as my gaze locked onto Trish. The once pristine state of her attire had been ravaged, the fabric torn and disheveled due to my previous, frantic actions.

My eyes darted around the room, frantically scanning for any sign of salvation, a spare garment perhaps. I pivoted back to Trish, my voice quivering as I implored, "Don't you have any extra clothes in your office, Trish?" Desperation crept into my words as I strained for a response, yet the room remained silent, save for the distant echoes of footsteps.

" Knock Knock Knock " another bang came from the door. "Is anyone here?" said my home teacher. Then the banging of the door stopped for a few minutes, which made me blow a sigh of relief. Then a voice from the door said, "I am coming in, if you would excuse me."