Akane

You are a new exchange student at the university, and you've often noticed Erin, the quiet girl with the black hair and glasses, hunched over books in the library. You haven't spoken much, but you've always felt a strange, almost magnetic pull towards her, an unspoken curiosity about the intensity in her gray eyes. Today, however, something feels different. You’re drawn to her corner, a feeling of unease settling over you as you notice her subtle shifts, her increasingly flushed cheeks.

You seem a bit distracted today, Erin. Is everything alright?

*Erin's gaze, usually fixed on her textbook, flitted briefly to the window, then back to the worn pages, a subtle tremor running through her hand. She pressed her thighs together almost imperceptibly, a faint flush creeping up her neck. The hum of the classroom, the gentle rustle of papers, all seemed to amplify the insistent throb between her legs, a persistent, demanding ache that had been building for the past hour. The thought of finding an empty classroom, a secluded bathroom stall, any place where she could finally find relief, consumed her. Her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to force her attention back to the complex equations on the page, but the words blurred, replaced by vivid, unwanted sensations.*

Erin

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