‘What do you mean… … General Bigus Dickers?’

    “It’s not that big of a deal, I just did some calculations in my head… … “How many classes are there in total in the first year of the academy?”

    ‘half dozen.’

    “How many physical education classes does a first grader take per week?”

    ‘… … 2 hours.’

    “Then, how many hours are there in total for first-year physical education classes per week?”

    ‘… … 6×2 is 12 hours?

    “Dang, it’s 6 hours. Because physical education is taught in two classes at the same time. “You just took a lecture with Agares’ class.”

    ‘Now, wait a minute…’ … then… … .’

    “Weekday lectures last until 7 periods, and excluding Fridays, which are all day for individual research and club activities, the total number of lectures from Monday to Thursday is 28 periods. Even if you simply calculate it, the probability that you are taking a physical education lecture in a certain class during this period is 6/28, or in percentage terms, it is barely over 20%.”

    ‘that is… … What’s wrong… … !’

    I already know. The fact that reality will not change even if you insist.

    “You’ve already developed an erection using the ultra-fantastic material called ‘Miss Sammy’s Butt Bomb,’ but do you think you can get satisfaction from masturbating alone in the bathroom an hour after gym class?”

    ‘Ugh… … !’

    “It’s absolutely impossible. The body full of heat right after exercising has now subsided, and unlike before, there are no cadets smelling like they are changing clothes in the next compartment. “The smell from before, the heat from before, and the feel from before have all disappeared. How can things be resolved?”

    “── On the next page, Miss Olivia should read about ‘The Magical Disease That Causes Chronic Rhinitis’… … . Cough, Cough!”

    ‘How can I do that with my imagination…’ … ! And if you have a sense of immorality for using Miss Sammy as a side dish, somehow… … .’

    “How long has it been since you masturbated normally?”

    ‘… … !!’

    “You have already experienced Miss Katari’s anus, Miss Edrose’s slime creaming, “12x” sensitivity, and a real blowjob and semen kiss with Finn, who was always the object of my imaginary masturbation. It’s literally like an emperor tour. He had already experienced Miss Sammy in real life, and even if it was masturbation, he must have enjoyed the pleasure and exhilaration of the highest level of dog perverted masturbation, cumming on Miss Edrose’s bed sheets right next to the bed where Miss Sammy was sleeping.”

    ‘Huh… … !’

    “Do you think you can be satisfied with being my imaginary daughter now? Of course it would be possible. But you can masturbate perfectly in 10 minutes? you’re welcome… … . “A million words, a million bean rice cakes!!”

    “… … The rhinitis caused by this does not go away for life, and in winter, if you forget to sleep without a humidifier or sleep with the window open, it causes symptoms of blocked nostrils in the morning─.”

    The sound of Miss Sammy reading her textbook spread loudly throughout the classroom. There was also a thick body odor emanating from under Sammy’s breasts.

    Boo gurrrva. Stinging… … .

    The tip of the cock, which was already unable to hold back and was spewing out Cooper fluid, was bursting with drops of Cooper fluid that had squeezed through the urethra, making a noise that no one but me could notice.

    Drop, drop─. Ttuk─. A puddle of Cooper fluid had formed on the floor of the desk. But now that the room is already filled with the obscene smell of sweat, is there even a need to rub this puddle with your shoe?

    ‘… … Okay, General Biggus Dickus. enlighten me… … .’ I closed my eyes and listened to my inner voice. ‘How can I completely relieve this erection during the next break?’

    General Bigus Dickers also had a pensive expression. However, in a desperate situation where one’s life is at stake, it is always necessary to make a decision to save the country… … It’s a general.

    “Find a side dish. If this is a side dish that you thought, ‘This is all I need,’ that’s the answer… … !」

    ───

    okay… … I completely understood what the general said.

    For masturbation, you need a daughter. There is no problem with ejaculating just by imagining it, but if you ask, ‘Is it possible to completely relieve sexual desire just by imagining it?’, it means that it is not possible.

    Even if I go into the bathroom in this state, I will continue to rub my dick and even after I ejaculate… … You will go into heat again, longing for a more pleasant and refreshing ejaculation.

    Then nothing is solved. After going to the bathroom, Miss Sammy would still be sitting in her seat, radiating anger. The cock swells again.

    In the end, he has no choice but to hold out until lunchtime and ask Miss Edrose to deal with his sexual desires, and not only loses his entire lunch, but also takes on the risk of being late again.

    It shouldn’t be like this… … ! Sammy’s sweaty face sitting was nothing short of a lifetime experience, but it was too short and too much time had already passed.

    After lying in bed for several hours, chasing that vague sensation and trying to remember it, I pathetically felt the semen, ‘Cry, Cry— Brrr…’ … ‘ Although it can be used for endless extraction purposes, it has come too far to be used as fuel for an immediate explosion.

    What my dick wants now is to ejaculate in an atmosphere full of heat, smell, and moisture right after exercise, so sticky and hot that it makes the distinction between sweat and semen meaningless.

    Or, masturbation with such a “theme”… … !

    “Then, today’s lecture ends here… … Cough, cluck… … . Let’s finish.”

    I can only think of one daughter-in-law needed for this type of masturbation. There is only one… … !

    Special accessory “Sammy gym uniform”. It consists of a “shirt” and a “bloomer,” both of which have the effect of serving as a side dish, but there are subtle differences in their performance.

    “Shirt” was used by Miss Sammy to wipe off the sweat that had flowed all over her body earlier. It’s still crumpled up in Miss Sammy’s bag, probably still damp and ripening.

    And “Bloomer”… … The fact that it is simply a “bloomer” is powerful in itself. It’s a piece of cloth that’s been stuck in Sammy’s crotch since morning.

    If you get one of the two, your worries will disappear, but ‘how do you get it?’… … ? Even after simulating tens of thousands of conversations, there was no answer at all.

    ‘I need to masturbate urgently, so can I borrow your sweaty gym clothes?’ You want me to talk like this?

    Miss Sammy might hand it over and say, ‘Here it is,’ but it would be of no use if my human dignity were to commit suicide at that moment and I would jump out the window.

    ‘What about the option of using it secretly and putting it back?’ No, no… … . Stealing gym clothes is also a shortcut to committing suicide of human dignity.

    Secretly licking a recorder, sniffing a chair, stealing gym clothes, etc., these are all moral self-harms that lower a person’s self-esteem to the bottom of the underworld… … !

    Meanwhile, break time is getting closer and closer. Miss Ratsby poked me from behind while I was holding my chin in deep worry.

    “Hikyak! The exact center of the ” back is a critical point! Moreover, Ms. Ratsby’s fingers are so soft and plump that they don’t even feel like fingers.

    I get so surprised every time because it feels like a hairball monster is poking me.

    “Penny, did you swallow a hairball? What are you worrying about so much?”

    … … I am amazingly good at smelling trouble. Blood rushed to my cock, and I tried to wrap my head around it with a dizzy brain. “No, that… … I was a bit confused about the rhinitis and sinusitis parts… … .”

    “What, you are sincere─. But that probably won’t appear on the test? I don’t know why.”

    “Uh, really… … ?” I have never seen Miss Ratsby’s intuition go astray. It is the so-called cat’s hand that controls fate. Of course, that’s not important right now… … .

    Ugh, I suddenly started shaking and my lower body relaxed and I felt like urinating… … . After gym, I drank a lot of water, and for no reason I felt that way even more.

    ──Wait a minute.

    After gym, I drank a lot of water… … ?

    I hurriedly turned my gaze towards Miss Sammy. ‘I’m not the only one who drank a lot of water… … !’ Miss Sammy was wiggling her knees, rubbing them against each other.

    A smile suddenly spreads across my lips. It’s a lucky punch. Lucky punch, Miss Ratsby! It’s like a bundle of fur tied together by good luck!! He always gives me a surprise gift.

    “… … Miss Sammy.” I stood up slowly, making sure my dick didn’t stick out from under my skirt, and moved one step at a time towards Miss Sammy’s seat.

    A greenish scent wafts from Sammy’s sweat-dried hair. At the same time, the acidic taste of the sticky Cooper fluid was flowing out from between my crotches. The Cooper fluid that had accumulated in the urethra stretched out and fell in a long string.

    “Yes─?”

    I stretched out my arm, where the tingling had subsided, and placed my hand near the base of Sammy’s tail, which was sticking out of her pelvis. Just like that── I applied force and swept it up along the spine and up to the top of the shoulders.

    Sigh!

    “Kya──Ugh.”

    When Sammy felt the touch of my hand on her back, she trembled and closed her legs. Although this hand gesture did not directly cause a diuretic effect, it was clear what state Sammy was in.

    I opened my mouth, hoping that my long bangs would hide my eyes hidden behind my glasses. “Would you like to go to the bathroom together… … ?”

    Nod your head, Miss Sammy. Nod your head.

    “Yes──! Let’s go together!”

    ───

    In this way, I helped Sammy, who was fidgeting with her eyes in one place, to her feet and took the lead, and without saying a word, I took out the wet gym clothes from Sammy’s bag from behind.

    Then, I pressed the tip of my nose to the cloth, took a small breath, and checked for moisture and odor. Be careful not to hyperventilate. Just make sure the smell is sufficient.

    Surprisingly, there is no ‘sour’ smell at all when wet. I don’t know if it’s because my sense of smell has adapted to the period of childbirth, but it just smells stuffy, like pajama pants that haven’t been washed in a long time.

    However, when the clothes begin to dry immediately after taking them out of the bag, the smell we are familiar with will immediately appear in the place where the ‘smell of moisture’ has disappeared. You can easily guess that fact. It is a conglomerate of body odors that make you dizzy even if you inhale just a little.

    … … If ‘stealing’ the gym uniform doesn’t work, you can ‘carry’ it yourself with Miss Sammy. It’s a very simple idea. It’s so simple that you wonder why I didn’t realize this until now.

    In fact, Miss Sammy is so insensitive that she doesn’t even care why I took her gym clothes out of my bag… … .

    Just the fact that I can see that fact with my own eyes frees me from feeling guilty. If I had been in the position of doing something secretly out of sight, I would probably have suffered from the feeling that I had betrayed my friend.

    The human mind can so easily create excuses. But now is not the time to be ashamed of it, but to use it.

    Because it’s urgent to put this cock, which is going crazy with sexual desire and spraying Cooper fluid all over the classroom floor, to sleep… … Everything is done to protect the peace of Gremory Class!

    Here’s the plan: First, go to the bathroom and enter the room next to Miss Sammy. Then, after locking the door, I immediately open the glans and cover it with a shirt. Since the dick is already so erect that it feels like it’s going to explode, this alone will cause Cooper’s fluid to spurt out like a squirt gun.

    When the shirt sticks to the glans and begins to leave a trace of fibers, he puts the bloomers to his mouth and nose and inhales with all his might, while listening to Sammy’s voice coming from the next room.

    And then, slowly, as if sweeping from the inside of the glans outwards, towards the urethra, swoosh─, swoosh… … and rub it. It felt like I was wiping my glans with my shirt.

    … … Just imagining soaking Sammy’s clothes with Cooper fluid already makes my dick explode.

    I had already realized from the moment I ejaculated on Miss Edrose’s bed how obscene it was to cum on someone else’s clothes or blanket.

    No, we can’t do this already… … When I glanced back, I saw the Cooper fluid dripping down my steps, drawing a long trail.

    “… … Ugh.” I promised myself that I would work hard to clean the hallways from now on.

    “Wow──. What is the way to the bathroom? Was it left, three, right?──?”

    “… … Turn right here. ” Concentrate, concentrate. Make a plan.

    Once the pleasure has reached a certain level, wrap the damp shirt around the entire cock shaft. It will stick like a ‘splatter’. It may feel a little cold due to sweating, but it will warm up quickly.

    From then on, I imagine the sweat coming out of my T-shirt and the smell of cum soaking into my cock, and I masturbate by pushing and pulling my cock back and forth with both hands.

    In this case, there is no hand to lift the bloomer. Place it on your face or place it between your cheek and the nape of your neck to get the rubbing effect as close to your face as possible.

    Also, if you masturbate with a cotton fabric such as a T-shirt, the delicate fibers in the penis stimulate the glans and cause the entire cock to bounce, so the cock may keep trying to escape from the pressure of the T-shirt.

    Therefore, you will need to use a technique that involves pulling the dick tightly by hooking the elastic area around the neck to the glans. It’s not a good idea to stretch your clothes, but since Sammy’s t-shirt is already stretched enough, I don’t think it will matter… … .

    And when the climax is reached, the sound of water urinating is heard from Miss Sammy’s compartment… … Ejaculate according to that sound. Okay, this will do. You can do it.

    With a course like this, there is no need to empty your semen until you finish today’s lecture… … ! It’s possible to get a big hit!

    ───

    “Then who wants to take care of business first─?” The voice echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. There are no other cadets in the bathroom. Just me and Miss Sammy.

    I took a moment to reflect on my common sense. Is this what you usually mean when you say ‘go to the bathroom together’? Obviously, the plan I made was to ‘enter the compartment next to Miss Sammy’… … .

    Why am I in the same bathroom stall as Miss Sammy?

    “Eh… … Now… … ?”

    “Do you want to run errands at the same time─?”

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