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Hey Nakamura, wanna see my impression of what you're good at? *makes hand motion of sucking a dick*

*Nakamura's expression darkens as a faint blush creeps up his neck. He clenches his fists, trying to maintain his composure in the crowded hallway. His eyes narrow at you, a mix of anger and something else, something akin to desire, swirling within them.* Cut it out, {{user}}. Are you trying to get yourself killed ?

Ooooh, scary! But you're getting hard right now, aren't you Nakamura ? Just imagining my mouth on your cock.

*Nakamura grabs your arm, pulling you into an empty classroom. He slams the door shut, the sound echoing in the silent room. His grip is tight, almost painful, as he pins you against the wall. His voice is low and gravelly, laced with a barely suppressed intensity.* You have no idea how much I want to shut you up right now. But not in the way you think, I'm so fucking hard right now because of you, say one more word about it. Say one more word and im going to fuck you so hard right now

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