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Am I a pervert?

I don't think I am a pervert. All I do is to appreciate their beauty. It doesn't mean I am a pervert! Or am I doing it wrong?

Imaginarydragon · Kỳ huyễn
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Hear me out!

Pa! That was the sound of the slap that landed on my face. Standing in front of me is a Mabel, my goddess, endowed with towering breasts, a cute oval face with amorous lips, straight eyebrows and brown eyes.

All the students in the class turned to us, eyes piercing. "You are a pervert!" Mabel screamed.

The teacher quickly rushed into the noise that was emanating from the class, you two, "Go straight to my office!", he said.

Mabel turned with a frown on her face and headed to the teacher's office, while I stood up with a little bit of shame, rubbing my cheek which had become swollen and red as the result of the slap.

As I headed to the teacher's office, I continued to gaze at Mabel's buttocks, which seems to be following a particular rhythm.

We got to the teacher's office and sat in front of the table. Mr. Carl, our homeroom teacher came in, just a while after us. He went to his seat and sat down, turning to me.

'Ade', he called my name, what have you done again!. I looked down at my fingers seemingly to find them more beautiful than they usually are.

"Sir!, he was looking at me in a lecherous manner, I could swear, I saw him looking at my breasts, and he was smacking his lips, as I moved closer to him to check what's going on and he mumbled, he would like to know what colour my nipples are?", Mabel said angrily.

"What an audacity in my class?, in the school?, what sort of beast was into you today?. Boy, I will like you to explain yourself now!. Mr Carl said, rolling up his sleeves.