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Even though he understood Russian, because he had missed the timing, Masachika—who now didn't know how to explain it to Alya—coughed a few times. This was already the countless time he had heard Alya's true feelings, to the point where he wondered if this girl was so much of a perfectionist that she had developed some strange exhibitionism—like being so 'tsundere' that she liked to use Russian to say embarrassing, heartfelt things…
"What is it?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask what you said just now."
"It's nothing, just saying you're pathetic," Alya said with a mischievous smirk. "...You're unexpectedly pure, aren't you, you little virgin?"
"...Hey!"
Kuze Masachika gritted his teeth and crouched down, which instead gave the triumphant Alya a start.
"W-what are you doing?!"
"Didn't you ask me to put them on? Then here I come!"
"Wait, wait a second, I'm not mentally prepared yet..."
Masachika felt as if he were catching a live fish; the smooth foot wriggled restlessly in his palm. He felt like his face was about to catch fire. Bracing his heart and ignoring Alya's suggestive moans, he steeled himself and pulled the stocking all the way up.
"...That's enough!"
Just as it reached her calf, Alya kicked him away, her face flushing crimson. Looking at the groaning Masachika lying on the floor, she hesitated for a moment, but ultimately picked up the discarded stockings, put on her indoor shoes, covered her hemline, and carefully bypassed him, jogging out of the classroom.
"If you had come earlier... forget just feet, I would have even given you my hole... (Russian)"
"Ow, ow, ow..."
Masachika clutched his forehead and cried out in pain, completely failing to hear what Alya had said so urgently and quickly. Watching the silver-haired figure flee in panic, he felt a bit sheepish. After all, he was an adolescent boy; in a moment of impulse, he had almost done something strange. Looking back now, it probably counted as sexual harassment, right?
Even though Alya has a rough personality and likes to get physical, this kick... I can't really say I didn't deserve it... Ow, ow, ow...
Rubbing his forehead, a strange question suddenly surfaced in Masachika's mind.
Does splashed water really smell that strong? That scent... rather than sewage, why does it smell more like the scent left on tissues when I'm hiding from my sister and 'self-generating' to various doujins...
He shook his head, tossing the unrealistic fantasy out of his mind. How could that be possible? That would mean that for Alya, most of those stockings were... Impossible. I've really been kicked stupid by her.
Masachika laughed at himself and picked up his phone, sending a message to his mischievous brat of a sister.
[Masachika]: Sister, something terrible has happened.
[Sister]: What is it, my dear brother?
[Masachika]: Don't be shocked, but actually...
[Sister]: (Gulps)
[Masachika]: I might... be a foot person.
[Sister]: You bastard, weren't you a dyed-in-the-wool "Oppai-Seijin" (Boob Person)?
[Masachika]: I didn't expect it either, but this hobby actually awakened.
[Sister]: ...So what kind of idiotic conversation is this?
While Masachika was mocking himself and chatting with his sister, Alya was skipping down the hallway, unable to suppress the elation in her heart, bounding like a young deer.
I... like Masachika-kun...
After having it pointed out, Alya had never understood her own feelings so clearly.
Her left hand squeezed the discarded stockings, letting the fabric soaked in semen bring waves of moisture to her palm. Her right hand covered the hem of her skirt—which absolutely must not be seen—tightly shielding her empty lower body. The white turbidity overflowing from her hole was clamped tight by her, sucked back in. Her fastened collar was pushed open by her plump breasts, revealing a patch of purple on the fair, full flesh, looking like a bitten hickey.
"It's okay... because I like you, Masachika-kun. (Russian)"
In the morning light, the silver-haired girl who had been ravished for an entire night stepped over the traces of her own flowing and dried juices. Carrying a simple maidenly love that throbbed just from a small interaction with her crush, she was filled with joy.
"...Even if... I've already been fucked countless times and filled to the brim with semen, it's still the same. (Russian)"
In a corner where no one knew, she used a foreign tongue to whisper a truth that no one would hear.