Ito-sensei is treating me as the heroine~
Ito-sensei is confessing to me~~
Ehehe~~~
"Shiroyuri?"
"Eh? Ah!" Shiroyuri, snapping back to reality, pursed her lips and looked at Rin Ito shyly, pinching her fingers. Her smile was harder to suppress than an AK-47's recoil.
Completely consumed by this idea, Shiroyuri didn't remember what Rin Ito had said and totally failed to notice Eiri's abnormal state—sweating profusely and stiff all over. Rin Ito's script had been entirely based on Eiri's experiences at his parties. For instance, the first time she came to Rin Ito's house, the script involved spanking, and the second time, at Elf's house, Rin Ito treated her like an object. Eiri could only continuously self-hypnotize internally... That was Mashiro, not me. That was Mashiro, not me.
Rin Ito only made the suggestion and wasn't focused on Eiri for the moment. "How's my script?" Rin Ito asked Shiroyuri.
"It's great! Ito-sensei's script is great! Th-then let's go with Ito-sensei's script."
The three great delusions of life:
My phone is vibrating.
I can counterattack.
He likes me!
Shiroyuri rarely had contact with men. Coupled with the countless times she had climaxed while thinking of Rin Ito over the past few weeks, she instantly fell into the third delusion.
However, Shiroyuri quickly became disheartened. She had just heard them say Rin Ito seemed to have a girlfriend. That makes sense... Ito-sensei is as handsome as a black phone screen, so gentle, a talented artist, and can effortlessly come up with all sorts of scripts. How could he not have a girlfriend? His girlfriend must also be a very outstanding girl, unlike herself, whose mind was full of yellow junk. Even for him to take her virginity, Orie had to trick him into coming. Her body held no attraction for him. The last time he covered her face was just to help her gather material... Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to attack her initially and wouldn't have avoided taking her virginity after covering her face.
Shiroyuri, falling into a lovesick state, became instantly worried about what she had and what she had lost.
"Shiroyuri?" Rin Ito's voice brought Shiroyuri back to awareness. After vigorously shaking her head, Shiroyuri managed a stiff smile, pulling back her gaze that had been practically dripping with affection and focusing on Orie, who had been tied to the chair for a while.
"Ah... yes, let's... let's gather material first." Although Shiroyuri could already draw the storyboards based on the first script Rin Ito mentioned, since Orie had gone to this extent, it wouldn't make sense not to proceed with some play.
After taking a few deep breaths to adjust her mindset, Shiroyuri swallowed. "First... Orie-san, why are you already wet?"
Just as Shiroyuri was considering what play to perform, she noticed a faint dark stain on Orie's black tights.
"Eh? Orie-san is wet?" Everyone's attention had been on Rin Ito and Shiroyuri, and since the dark stain wasn't particularly obvious on the black tights, no one had noticed. But now, everyone was staring at the darkened area on Orie's black tights.
"D-don't look." Orie was on the verge of tears. After putting on the eye mask, Orie, having read countless doujinshi, unconsciously conjured various doujinshi scenes while listening to Rin Ito's description. Furthermore, losing her sight seemed to sharpen her other senses. Her wide-open groin and erect breasts felt the subtle, seemingly absent caress of the faint breeze from the window.
She was a little embarrassed to admit it, but Orie was getting aroused. The dampened black tights clung tightly to Orie's skin, and a small, unharmonious bulge, disrupting the curve, was conspicuously declaring its presence.
Shiroyuri reached out to Orie's groin and tentatively touched it. The warmth at her fingertip confirmed that Orie was indeed aroused.
"Orie-san... you look so reserved, but you're actually so... wanton?"
"Ugh... n-no, it's not like that." Orie could only offer a weak rebuttal to Shiroyuri's judgment. To be fair, as a doujinshi editor, Orie's brain was filled with dozens, perhaps hundreds, of times more yellow junk than an average girl's. She had seen more varied, wanton plays in doujinshi than Rin Ito had. Even so, Orie didn't want to be considered a wanton girl!
Poke, poke, poke... Shiroyuri curiously poked the small bulge on the black tights that was proudly announcing its existence. Although Shiroyuri frequently stimulated herself, this was the first time she had touched someone else's. Is it because they're covered by tights? Orie-san's looks a bit bigger than mine? Or is Orie-san just too excited from being watched by everyone?
Orie was on the verge of tears... If she wants to poke it, she should poke her own!
"Ugh... hurry... hurry up and start gathering material. I still have to draw the storyboards later."
"That's right, let's start quickly." Rin Ito patted Shiroyuri's butt. It was soft, perky, and felt great, with the tautness of the skin imaginable even through the leggings.
"Then... Ito-sensei, please play the role of the person who discovers that the plain-looking girl in class is actually a pervert who wears suggestive lingerie and brings sexy doujinshi to school."
"Orie, I'm going to start now, okay? Do you want to set a safe word?"
"No need! This is pure-love BDSM, not degradation BDSM. Ito-sensei... please, please start quickly." Orie not only wanted Shiroyuri to start drawing quickly, but being tied to a chair and blindfolded while being watched was also making her extremely shy.
"Ahem ahem..." Rin Ito cleared his throat, quickly getting into character. He slightly bent over and gently rubbed the prominent bulge on the black tights with his thumb and forefinger.
The black tights were quite silky against the skin of her thighs, but it was different for the more sensitive mucous membranes. The slightly rough texture and the rubbing between his fingers gave Orie a stimulation she had never experienced before. The dark stain on the black tights began to visibly spread.
"Tsk tsk tsk... I didn't expect Tsukimoto-san to be such a pervert, wearing vulgar suggestive lingerie to school and secretly reading sexy doujinshi in the back row. Now she's tied to a chair and soaked before I even touch her."
Saying this, Rin Ito cupped Orie's chin. His thumb, now moist with Orie's body fluid, went straight between her lips, separating her teeth and finding her small tongue tip, letting Orie clearly taste her own flavor. Meanwhile, his other hand was fondling Orie's voluminous breasts. Kneading and pulling, the plump, white mounds changed shape in Rin Ito's hands. When squeezed hard, Orie's soft, ample breasts seemed to overflow between Rin Ito's fingers.
While manipulating Orie, Rin Ito subtly observed Eiri and the others. Marin and Misaki were watching intently, their eyes glued to Rin Ito and Orie. Eiri, however, wasn't so focused. Having witnessed a true rich girl eating baumkuchen soaked in his body fluid on the floor like a pet, Eiri was completely immune to this kind of ordinary BDSM play.
This... this isn't exciting enough.