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Yuuta and Rikka had both been in class, but had quickly disappeared at the end of the period, before Shinka could ask if they were ready to go to lunch. Yuuta groped tiredly towards his phone, biting back a yawn. She fumbled her phone off the sideboard. Come lunch time, Nibutani and Dekomori were completely alone. He levered himself out of the duvet cover as gently as possible, Rikka sleeping softly next to him, in the single bed against the wall. Nibutani was loath to admit, this almost made a certain kind of sense. She looked guiltily up at him.

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Shinka didn’t have to guess what was happening there, her thighs shifting gently against each other to the sight. Story Story Writer Forum Community. These might have been her best friends, but this image was hot. And then bit down on her tongue. Rikka’s arm was in his face.


He unhugged Rikka in preparation to pull it out.

He opened the phone. Nibutani reluctantly flipped her phone open. Bleary-eyed, he opened his eyelids at the noise of a lowly-vibrating phone.

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Yuuta unlocked the phone and opened the message. A girl could go mad in this kind of heat, Shinka Nibutani reflected. The picture was remarkably lewd, and clearly taken from Rikka’s perspective, which was also a surprise. Sana looked up in thought.

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She looked guiltily up at him. Actions Phonne to Community Report Abuse. Shinka gently closed the phone. Reluctantly, Shinka pulled away from the person she had been kissing.

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Nibutani was loath to admit, this almost made a certain kind of sense. Yuuta glanced over at the alarm clock on his side table. He closed his phone quietly.

This was probably a big step for them. But then again, her circle of friends was mad enough already, and she had a willing and eager distraction in her lap that was beckoning the cooler night-hours very pleasantly indeed. Rikka’s pyjamas were becoming quickly dishevelled as a hand reached under them; a hand up her shirt and Shinka guessed squeezing her breast, whilst the other dekoori was down under her pyjama waistband Just In All Stories: Yuuta could feel himself blushing demomori the sight.


He halfheartedly put the lid back on his own lunch, and moved round to Rikka’s side of the bench. She fumbled her phone off the sideboard. Her phone, hitherto blissfully quiet, started to vibrate on the side table. Nibutani’s face flushed too. Her lips met Sanae’s, Then her tongue met Sanae’s, too. The night might have been pitch black, but his sleep had been interrupted by the thrumming of his damn phone.

I have no idea Even Kumin had disappeared off somewhere, eschewing the usual lunchtime nap in the corner. Neither Rikka nor Yuuta were in the club room the following day.

The time glared balefully back at him.

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