Her Senpai was being boring.

Here she was in the clubroom perfectly ready to pose and he chose some random peeled orange on top of some randomly tossed around rag in front of some random lamp. He obviously had no art sense.

Nagatoro was in the middle of rolling her eyes at his poor choice of model and sipping at her Pocari when a sudden idea popped in her head. She was feeling a bit bold today, so why not.

"You know senpai, you never let me bite you."

"Wah-What?!" was all he could squeak out in response.

Nagatoro stood from her seat and smirked as her senpai flinched at her movement. One hand held his palette and the other held the paintbrush. He always held it so delicately, even when he was shaking from drawing her teasing poses.

She started sauntering towards him. Her mouth was already partially open.

"Haven't you ever wondered, virgin senpai, what it's like to have a girl's mouth on you?"

"N-No! I don't think about things like that!"

Nagatoro was already snickering at his flustered movements. He had dropped that paintbrush he was so daintily holding with his slim fingers. Senpai started to scoot his chair away from her with every step she took before finally getting off of it entirely. The chair fell, clanging loudly.

Nagatoro reveled in how flush his skin is. He was normally so pale she could practically see the color of his veins through his skin. It was always so easy to draw red into his cheeks.

"You don't need to lie to me senpai. I already know how perverted you are."

"I'm not! I'm not perverted," Nagatoro could see he was trying to sound resolute, but the drop and wiggle of his voice gave him away.

She delighted at the shocked look on his face when his back hit the window. He was trapped and he knew it. He was looking around for an escape route.

That wouldn't do.

Nagatoro brought one manicured nail over his chest and poked right over where she knew his nipple was. His face was priceless as she drew a small circle over it.

"Nagatoro, what are you doing?!"

Nagatoro smiled widely letting her canines show. She stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. It was the 'Do Anything You say Ticket.'

"It's time to cash in my prize, Senpai~" Nagatoro drew out the syllables of his title.

Senpai gulped and she could already see the sweat beading on his skin.

"What do you want?" he said timidly. His eyes faced everywhere but her.

"For you to do what I say, duh," she replied simply.

His mouth was slightly agape before he shut his eyes tightly and nodded.

Nagatoro couldn't contain her giggle. She was glad that they had already been there after school for a few hours. The only other people still on school grounds were the sports teams who were practicing and the teachers. She didn't have to worry about them though since the teacher's prep room was all the way on the first floor.

"Go sit down on the couch, in the middle," Nagatoro commanded with her pointer finger outstretched.

She stepped out of his way so he could follow her orders and look back at her mousily, or should she say sheepishly, before actually sitting. She had followed behind him and when he was seated she leaned over and trapped his body between her arms on either side of his head and the couch. Her face got so close to his unexpectedly he couldn't help but lean back. Once he was nestled into the fabric of the couch Nagatoro said, "Senpai~ Are you Scared~"

This incited a vexed response, "No," he huffed out.

Nagatoro licked her lips knowing he would react exactly how she expected him to.

"Oh really~" Nagatoro lifted her knee to rest on one side of his hip and then did the same with the other. This lifted up the rest of her body so that her chest was in front of Senpai's face.

"Gross Senpai. Look your eyes are all twitchy and darting around. Don't know where to look?" Nagatoro teased. She looked down at him, at his fluffy hair. Since she was sure he wasn't going anywhere she started patting down his hair then let her finger weave through his curly locks. Nagatoro then used both hands the clutch his hair in her fists and pulled his head back so that he was forced to look at her. Even then his eyes refused to meet her, but she could still satisfy herself with the fact that the blush had spread from his cheeks down his neck and over his ears.

"It's rude not to look someone in the eye when they are talking to you Sen ~ Pai ~"

Senpai started trembling beneath her but he looked her in the eyes finally. She smiled and relaxed her body so that she was sitting on his lap. There was still a healthy amount of space between their chests, but the space she invaded on his lower half gave her chills with how intimate it felt.

Nagatoro panicked at just how intimate it was. She didn't realize just how much of him she would feel against her bare thighs and through the small strip of fabric covering her crotch.

She felt her face heating up at her own realization and quickly covered Senpai's eyes.

"Nagatoro?" Senpai said as he tried to pry her hands away.

"Don't - Don't move idiot Senpai!" Nagatoro shouted. Senpai paused but left his hands over hers.

"Don't you think we should stop, I mean we're at school," Senpai said hesitantly.

Nagatoro smiled and found it easy to regain her composure. She continued after removing her hands from his face. "Is that your problem with the situation?~ You want me to keep sitting on your lap in a more private place?~ Too~ Baaaddd~" who knows what hentai Senpai would to me if you had me all alone."

Senpai pouted and mumbled out, "I wouldn't do anything."

"It's okay there's nobody here this late anyway. The sun is barely showing and we never turned on the lights. You wanted to paint using, 'Natural Light' remember? It's going to be dark before I even get started~"

She lifted her butt up so that the edge of her skirt was barely brushing Senpai's pants. She leaned into him so that her muscles wouldn't strain from being in the position for too long.

Nagatoro's head rested on Senpai's shoulder. She didn't want him to see just how much he was affecting her. She starting to get sweaty with anticipation of her next actions. She knew he didn't mind though. He was just as sweaty.

Nagatoro's hands shivered as she moved her them over Senpai's chest and unbutton the top three button of his shirt.

Senpai let out a cute little, "Uwahh!" when her fingertips occasionally touched some bare skin.

"Eww Senpai. You are so gross making all those disgusting noises. Is that all it takes to get your rocks off? Hmm~"

"N-No." Senpai sounded breathy and Nagatoro could feel his breath puffing against her hair.

This made her heart clench. She didn't know why and she didn't care. She just knew she wanted to enjoy his interesting reactions some more.

"Liar~" She sang out, this time with the confidence to sit up and watch Senpai's face, "I bet your pathetic thing is already hard, isn't it."

Senpai's eyes widened at her degrading language, but he could only whine out. "No, I'm no- It's not," he tried to explain. He turned his face away again.

Irked, Nagatoro grabbed his jaw and forced him to face her. She giggled saying, "Look at how weak you are. Why don't we just check if you're weak in more ways than one."

She was standing on her knees and she scooted closer to Senpai until her tummy was flush against his chest and then she sat down right over his crotch.

Nagatoro honestly hadn't known what to expect when she made that move. She just knew no matter how embarrassing it was for her it was one hundred times worse for Senpai.

Nagatoro pouted. It's not like she wanted to rub against his thing, but the fact that he hadn't responded to her teasing with his lower half got her irritated.

"Senpai, what's this? Can't get one up even when a beautiful girl is sitting right on your lap? Are you perhaps a Eunuch?" She questioned him in a mocking tone and cocked her head to the side. Nagatoro held onto his shoulders as she wiggled her butt on top of him. "Or is it perhaps that your thing is so pathetically small I can't even feel it. Hmm~"

"Your wrong!" Senpai looked dazed. He didn't know where to look, he didn't know where to put his hands, and he didn't know how to deal with the situation. He couldn't even tell if he was mad at Nagatoro for messing with him or if she was just making him so insanely 'frustrated' he was losing his mind. All he knew is that if she kept up this act she was going to feel much more of him then she had probably bargained for.

Unless this was her plan. Get him to actually 'stand at attention' only to leave him there to take care of himself at school! He knew she liked to sometimes take her jokes too far but this was something else.

With a resolution in mind, he said, "What about you Nagatoro? Wh-What are you getting out of this?" Senpai bit his lip in nervous anticipation of how she would react to his next words, "Do you actually want to feel me get hard because of you?"

Nagatoro squeaked and he felt her tense on top of him. 'At least she stopped moving,' he thought, regretting his earlier sentence almost as soon as it came out of his mouth. He felt embarrassed knowing he even said something like that to a girl.

"Gross~ Gross Senpai~" she started chanting out. "Are you so perverted? Of course, you are. There nothing on your mind other than lewd things. I bet you already imagined doing far more naughty stuff to me in this room before. You imagine me here naked posing for you, don't you?~"

Senpai was at such a loss for words he ended up clutching the cushions of the couch supporting their bodies. His wrists were rubbing against Nagatoro's thighs, but he hadn't noticed yet.

"You-you're the one who always insists on taking your clothes off in here. How is any of this my fault." He started mumbling out.

Nagatoro furrowed her brows giving him a deadpan look. "I thought Senpai wanted to be an artist. Don't you always draw comics? How do you expect to improve if you can't even draw a girl's crotch or armpit? Here I am, a willing model and such a worthless senpai dares to be ungrateful. You should reward me for even letting you look at me."

During her lecture, Nagatoro tightened her hold on Senpai's hips trying to keep her legs from touching his hands. She hoped he wouldn't catch on to what she was doing, otherwise, it would give him an edge on her. Who was she kidding though, he wouldn't have to guts to tease her back. Still, she wouldn't take chances.

Senpai shut his eyes tightly, "Stop moving," he said softly.

"Hmm~ I couldn't hear you Senpai. You have to speak louder than that. I'm so close and you can't even talk loud enough for me to hear you, gross~"

She kept wiggling and shifting her legs softly moving her hips into more comfortable positions. Senpai couldn't take it. "I said Stop Moving!" Senpai shouted eyes still closed. He didn't even realize he had cupped her butt in both hands as he lifted her up.

Senpai opened his eyes once the weight of Nagatoro was gone. He was greeted by a pair of breasts right above his eyeline. Panicked, he looked up to see Nagatoro looking down on him from between the crevice of her chest.

"Heh," she chuckled, "Sowwy Senpai. Was that too much stimulation for a virgin like you?"

Nagatoro gripped both his wrists in a vice and forced them against the back of the couch by his ears. She couldn't believe that he had touched her there. He was never one to initiate contact unless it was on accident. She could tell her face was flush, she must have had a crazed look on her face. Let's hope he thinks it's from anger rather than from embarrassment.

"Senpai~ I still have to finish using my ticket. I was going to be nice, but now I feel like bullying you. How could a virgin like you think you could touch my butt. You've been watching too much porn haven't you~"

"I already told you I don't watch stuff like that." He mumbled, "and what part of this has been nice?!"

"Well, I haven't hurt you yet right?"

Her face was so smug Senpai seriously wanted to wipe that smirk off her face, but he panicked at her mention of pain. He wasn't a masochist and he could always go without her painful flicks and smacks. He should have just kept his mouth shut, he thought.

"What do you mean? What are you going to do?" Senpai's voice was trembling and Nagatoro wished she was recording so she could force him to listen to himself later and hear how pathetic he sounded. Oh well, she'll remember for next time.

Mockingly she said, "What do you mean? What are you going to do?"

Nagatoro's laugh filled the room. Her face was contorted into that of a demon.

"If I told you that then where would the fun be for me." She couldn't help but lick her lips as she eyed Senpai's body. "Now, stay still for me. Who knows, you might even enjoy this."

"I doubt that. I'm not a masochist." He said in irritation but following her orders all the same. She removed her hands tentatively and when she saw he didn't move she grabbed him by his fringe and pulled his head to the side.

"Yet," she giggled.

"Yet?" Senpai was already nervous thinking she was going to do something like pinch him all over or poke his sides until he bruised, but now he wasn't sure what she could be thinking at all.

Nagatoro bit her lip as she took in the sight in front of him. He still had that blush painted firmly in place, but not as intense as it was earlier. She would fix that.

Releasing his bangs, she moved her hands down dragging them across his jaw over to his neck, "Senpai, you only have one redeeming feature. It's this pretty neck. It's so skinny and pale, almost like a lady's. I'm going to mess it up!" She finished happily.

"Mess i-it up?" Senpai brought his head straight up from the surprise of her wording, but Nagatoro pulled his hair again to keep him in place, this time much rougher than before.

"Didn't I say not to move. If you disobey my orders I might have to void this little session and we would have to redo my ticket later." She warned.

Senpai swallowed hard, he didn't want to have to go through whatever the hell this is twice.

Once Nagatoro was satisfied he got the message, "hehe~ good."

Nagatoro started caressing his chest through the thin fabric of their school's summer uniform. "I would say mess you up, but that would be assault," she said with a smug little wink.

"Just do whatever it is you're going to do and be done with it." Senpai pleaded.

Nagatoro liked that. She wished everything he asked of her could be begged for. "Don't worry I will, though once I start I don't think you'll want me to stop."

Senpai looked at her confused but made sure to keep his head in place this time. "I already told you I don't like pain."

"Oh, but Senpai~ shouldn't you indulge your cute kouhai. Besides this pain is different."

"Different? Different how?"

"Close your eyes and you'll see~" Nagatoro needed him to not look at her, she was already starting to get high off her own giddiness of messing up Senpai.

He closed his eyes, not tightly but it would do.

Nagatoro started off by scooting back so that her crotch wasn't directly over Sepai's anymore and let her butt fall back into his lap. She felt him tense up, probably still nervous and curious about what she was going to do.

Nagatoro pulled Senpai's shirt so that the left side of his shoulder and neck were exposed. He normally buttoned up so high no one could even see his collar bone. Nagatoro felt somewhat elated by his show of skin.

She started off by leaning down and licking away the salty sweat that had prickled up from his skin. He was so warm, it was no wonder that he wasn't drenched.

Senpai, with his eyes still closed felt the velvet of her tongue start to trail a line along his skin. He balled his fists up to keep from moving. What was she even doing? Messing him up? Is that what this was? His whole body was tense expecting pain but relaxed now that he knew he wasn't in danger of her stomping on him or using him as a punching bag. Through the relief he started to get careless, enjoying the feeling of her touching him so intimately, or licking him? It felt good, but indubitably, it was too good to last.

A sudden sharp pain ran through him. It caught him completely off guard and he winced gave a small hiss through his teeth at the simultaneous sense of pressure and pinching he was experiencing. Senpai didn't have to open his eyes to realize she had bitten him.

Then once again the sensation shifted to something soft and warm. He felt his skin get kissed and sucked at on the area that had just felt the pain. The pain still lingered and now he got what she meant by him liking the pain.

Nagatoro's teeth had left red indentations where she had bit him, particularly where her canines had been. It looked like they almost broke the skin. She would probably have to be more careful of that otherwise she might actually hurt him. She continued to kiss and suck at his skin occasionally giving him more bites until she started seeing bruises beginning to form. Nagatoro really did enjoy biting him. He conformed to the shape of her mouth as she let her teeth sink in.

By now Senpai couldn't keep the noises from escaping him. He was breathing hard and Nagatoro's unexpected biting didn't help matters. He couldn't keep himself mentally prepared for her small abuses. He couldn't even tell if he disliked it at this point. It was more surprising than anything else. Every time her teeth left too much pain her lips made up for it, comforting the raw skin and making him whimper at how gentle and pleasurable it felt.

Senpai would be lying if he said he didn't like the noises coming from her either. She didn't whimper as he did or breathe hard, but the sound of her lips dragging along his skin excited him. The wet sounds of her moving to different areas and releasing his flesh from her sucking made his body tingle.

Nagatoro was enjoying this too much. She knew he was too weak-willed to refuse anything from her if she really wanted it. She knew she used that to her advantage in this situation, but she couldn't help herself. Senpai was something entirely novel. He was so different from those boys who normally flirted with her, trying to show off like they had something to show off in the first place. Senpai's expression always showed exactly what he was thinking, how he was feeling. When he was nervous or mad or frustrated or focused, she wanted to see more.

'More. More. More more more.' Passed through her head in every moment she continued. Nagatoro tried to ignore it, but the tingly floaty feeling started to override any sensible decision she could make. She had already unbuttoned the rest of Senpai's shirt. She doubted he even noticed. She was biting him particularly hard when she did that. She lifted her butt off of his lap. Nagatoro could tell herself all she wanted that she was only doing this to make him flustered, but she knew. She knew deep down that she was doing this for her own gratification.

Senpai's cute whimpers were ringing in her ears, they clenched her heart and traveled down her whole body. She did that, she thought. She was the one breaking him, making it so that he could never think of anyone, anything else. She was slowly scooting back to where she had been when she was teasing him earlier, making sure not to let the lower half of her body touch him and have him catch on.

Nagatoro bit him. She bit him hard. He yelped with a little, "ahhg." That was all she needed for her gently sit down on him. She didn't want to accidentally break his 'down there' if she was too forceful and he was excited, which he was.

Nagatoro smiled against his skin and gave a quiet giggle, "what's this Senpai~"

Senpai didn't respond with words but the blush that had taken over his face spread down to his chest.

She felt him go tense as she moved away from his neck so she could see her handiwork. "Gross~ Senpai~" Nagatoro snickered, "look at you! You're all red, like a lobster. Go ahead open your eyes. Look and see just how pathetic you are."

Senpai opened his eyes and looked down. When had she completely shoved away his shirt? All that was being covered now was just his upper arms and back. Nagatoro noticed his confusion and said, "things are easier for me this way~"

She felt delirious. What she was saying and thinking wasn't even making sense anymore. Senpai's eyes were half-lidded and his mouth looked so pathetically wanting. His chest was gently rising with his breath a little bit too fast as if he had been running not that she was in a better state.

If he was messed up already he was about to get absolutely ruined.

Nagatoro pulled Senpai's hands so that they were down by his hips and not by his head. Then she shoved the rest of the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders. As she looked at him, she could see the doubt in his eyes. She knew how he felt about his body, he wasn't very proud of his physique. She would just have to make him forget that.

Nagatoro started to gently rock her hips. Senpai's eyes widened at her movement, "Nagatoro, you can't."

"I can't?~," she said in the most innocent voice she could muster, "why?~ Do you not like it?"

Nagatoro kept moving and Senpai was losing his will to protest. His neck was starting to get tired of being in the same position for so long and he took the risk of looking up at her. She didn't get mad at him, thank god, but it was still a mistake in its own right. Her retaliation to his movement was a particularly forceful dragging of her hips along his body.

He felt like his eyes were about to start watering. When was the last time he had even touched himself? His normal fantasies were usually about the season's current waifus, but lately, he kept imagining Nagatoro in that skimpy devil's costume from his own adventure manga. He very well couldn't get off knowing it was to his friend. His guilt would eat him up if he tried such a thing and he would never be able to look at her as she posed if he ever did.

All this culminated into him being particularly sensitive. He had only been able to keep himself from getting too excited earlier because he knew her brand of teasing. She liked to make him flustered by attacking his sexuality and never let any of her show. He guessed he was taken by surprise by how completely unguarded she was being about her own lust.

Even someone like him could see she just wanted to get off and she was using him to get there. He supposed he couldn't blame her. She knew exactly how he looked at her and she never wasted a moment to remind him just of that. Senpai always heard that girls got the same type of urges guys do, but he never quite believed it. Now with proof right in front of him, or rather on top of him, he couldn't deny it.

Nagatoro was too prideful to admit it though. He knew it and he didn't mind. He would take things at her pace, even if it did drive him crazy sometimes. He would rather go crazy then not have her trust him with her body like this. Especially since she was so out of his league.

No one could deny that Nagatoro was beautiful in her own right. She may not have the calm dainty look a lot of girls strived for, but her cheerfulness and constant smile made it so that no one could get mad at her, including him. Senpai was weak against that look, if she was having fun he'd let her do just about anything, excluding hurting him, but now he wasn't so sure.

He hated just how well Nagatoro was able to figure him out, but when used in this context he guessed he should be grateful. She had her hands down in front of her, resting on his chest as she slowly rocked against him. Senpai didn't want to regret not looking at her if she never let this happen again, so he made sure to get rid of any pretense of embarrassment and face her.

Nagatoro, when she noticed Senpai looking at her, tilted her head to the side and tapped her neck. Then she said, "other side S-Senpai."

Fuck, her voice cracked. The thought passed through both of their minds, though for different reasons. Senpai thought it was cute, she never stuttered, Nagatoro, on the other hand, was mortified. She wanted to bang her head against a wall but seeing as she could just as easily take it out on Senpai, well the choice was obvious.

Senpai did as he was told. Nagatoro didn't bother telling him to close his eyes. She didn't know if it was from the dopamine rushing through her or some other thing, but she found that she really didn't care if he looked at her. In fact, she wanted him to look at her.

Nagatoro didn't know where this sudden change came from. Her whole relationship with him had been based on her never letting any weakness show in front of him and her exploiting all of his.

Nagatoro resumed her sly game from earlier on the other side of his neck. She was going to make sure it ended up just as bruised on the other side. She started off by biting him, this time before doing anything else. When she looked over at him, she saw his eyes start to water.

"Pfft Senpai, did it hurt that bad? Need me to stop." Her giggles permeated her words.

She knew that wasn't why his eyes were getting tears, otherwise, it would have happened when she bit harder on the other side. She wanted to hear him say it. 'Say it Senpai, say it,' she kept chanting in her head.

"Don't." Was all Senpai could muster.

"Don't~ Don't what, Senpai?~ You have to be more specific~" Nagatoro knew what he meant but she was having much too much fun teasing him like this.

"Don't stop." He gritted out.

Nagatoro smiled her signature smirk. As she looked down on her Senpai. She leaned down again and gave him various bites marks and hickeys. Nagatoro had one hand cupping his neck from the other side to keep him near her while she played with the edges of his hair with her fingertips. The other was holding onto his shoulder. All the while she kept rocking her hips against him.

Senpai let a moan slip at the simultaneous motion of Nagatoro's hips and her teeth against his neck. He wanted to move, but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. Nagatoro usually took the lead in whatever they were doing, he usually just followed along to her whims.

"Nagatoro?" he said, not meaning for it to come out sounding so desperate.

Nagatoro sat up keeping her hands on him, no longer moving. She cocked her head, curious as to what he might say. "Hmm?"

"Can I move?" he said bashfully. He made sure to look her in the eyes, but he looked through his eyelashes, still embarrassed.

Nagatoro gave him a deadpan look without betraying her thoughts, which were, 'Cute!~"

Senpai really didn't realize just how much he pushed her buttons.

Nagatoro laughed at him, "Really Senpai!? You think just because I'm touching you just a little bit that you can shake your repulsive hips at me? Think you can handle it, Hmm? Senpai?~"

He looked like he wanted to cry... Scratch that he was actually crying, a few tears had fallen and he turned his head. That was her favorite look. His face just as she was breaking him was the best. She didn't want to actually hurt him enough to not want to be with her though. She liked walking that thin line between cruel and playfully bratty. She knew no matter what she did she could always fix it with a few extra words. That was probably the reason she liked hanging out with him so much, he could take whatever she threw at him.

"I guess I could give you a little service, after all, you are my senpai and you have been indulging me this whole time. So you can move one body part, nothing more, nothing less. Choose wisely Senpai~"

He looked up at her, dried tears streaking his face. She wanted to lick it off. His face was the epitome of surprise. Nagatoro chose not to acknowledge it and continue her ministrations. She left him with the option and if he chose to do something with it was up to him.

Senpai was confused. Nothing about Nagatoro ever made any sense. Nagatoro went back to biting him then making the surrounding skin feel better before she started moving her body against his.

Senpai tried to think hard about Nagatoro's words. Was she actually giving him permission to do what he wanted or had she not thought that far. No. She knew what he meant when he said he wanted to move. There was no other way to take it. This had already gone further than they had gone before, further than he thought they would ever go. Her hips providing a delicious pressure at just the right angle snapped him away from any semblance of rational thought.

'She said it was okay,' was all the justification his mind needed before he hesitantly started to move his hips.

Nagatoro felt everything. The only separation between her body and his pants was the thin fabric of her panties. They were lace at that. She swore she was only planning on hanging out with Senpai as they normally did when she first entered the clubroom. If she had known this was going to happen she would have at least put on her running shorts. They were a thick material and she regretted not having them on. As things stand, she can feel every small movement underneath her.

Nagatoro had trouble keeping her voice down. She settled for breathing hard to keep the noises from escaping but it wasn't helping that the mostly empty room echoed.

Senpai's ears burned to hear Nagatoro pant wantonly. He resolved himself to moving if only to hear more. He didn't care about what consequences there may be. Let them come. He kept the rest of his body as still as possible as he started rolling his pelvis against her. He felt Nagatoro's grip tighten and she bit him especially hard right as he started moving. He couldn't care less. Now that he was able to move Nagatoro got more sloppy with her movements. He felt her muffle what he assumed was a moan by biting into his shoulder. Knowing she was enjoying his body like this is what was really doing it for him. She seemed so intent on keeping her voice in check that every whimper and moan that escaped brought him closer and closer to finishing right then and there.

She was so close. She was so close she felt like crying. Just a bit more pressure and she would experience the best orgasm of her young life. She got past the embarrassment of hearing her own voice by focusing only on Senpai and what he was doing. Nagatoro gave up on biting him to wrap both arms around his neck and pull herself against his chest. He was so warm.

Nagatoro spoke in between her pants, "Senpai, grab my hips." She felt foggy like a cloud had settled over her mind and the only thing she was, was a mass of pleasure and tension. It was like she was only being held up by a taut string fraying in the center. The right amount of friction would snap it so satisfying, she thought.

Senpai had no room for hesitation, he let whatever unwarranted confidence that been bestowed upon him at that moment take over and he moved his hand over to Nagatoro's hips. He synchronized her movements up to his forcefully. She started pulling at his hair again and letting out her voice unabashedly.

This was it Nagatoro thought. Her spine arched and she threw her head back. She pulled Senpai's face against her chest as her body convulsed against him. She could tell just how turned on he was by how hard he squeezed her hips and he continued to move against her. He was close too and she would help him there.

She let herself ride out the final ebbing of her orgasm against him and decided to use her king move on him. "Naoto~" she moaned out. Nagatoro heard his sharp intake of breath at her mention of his name or at least the way she said it. She knew it was a great idea to save it for a special occasion. This seemed like a perfect time. She started repeating his name out like a prayer moaning it out while she was still on her natural high.

Senpai was caught off guard in the best way possible. He never thought it would be his own name that would get him off, then again he had no idea he would be getting off when he woke up that morning either. The way it rolled off of Nagatoro's lips, not a trace of teasing was the final trigger that pushed him over the edge. He moaned into the soft fabric of her uniform as he ejaculated into his pants. He would be embarrassed by this later but for now, he let himself be comforted by Nagatoro's chest as he slowly started coming down.

It took a few moments for the two teens to come to their senses and when they did they were embarrassed as expected. The only thing they hadn't anticipated from this whole event was the feeling of loss as they separated. Senpai wanted to live in soft slopes of Nagatoro's form and Nagatoro wanted to hands entangled in Senpai's fluffy hair, but the later hours of the day were fast approaching and they couldn't stay there forever.

Nagatoro was the first to break the silence. She gave a soft laugh and said, "You look like a mess Senpai. He was in the middle of fixing his clothes as she said that, but his disheveled attire wasn't what she was referring to. His neck was already bruising from all the things she had done to him and his face looked sloppy from the dried tears and his flushed cheeks. His hair had also gotten even puffier than normal from how much she had messed with it. When she looked down at his pants she couldn't help but break out into full-blown laughter. "Have fun going home with that Senpai!" The wet spot over his crotch was very obvious even in the hardly lit room.

"S-Senpai? You aren't going to call me Naoto?" Senpai asked choosing to ignore her teasing. He knew he got her when she stopped laughing and he could only imagine she was blushing since she moved out of his line of sight.

"Nagatoro?" Senpai questioned, as she moved into a darker area of the clubroom and heard a rustling of fabric. He uniform hadn't been messed up so he couldn't tell what she was doing. Suddenly she was right in front of him again and placed something in his hand.

"Take care of these for me would you, Naoto Senpai~, they were getting uncomfortable." She ended with a small giggle as she hurried out of the room.

Naoto stood dumbfounded by himself for a moment before checking what she had left him. It was hard to tell it was a fabric of some sort, small and damp. He held them against the light of the moon flowing in from the large windows and the silhouette of the semi-see-through panties entered his vision.

Damn Nagatoro and her relentless teasing.