Ben-to: New Kingdom Knights 8
Satou shakes his head and hands wildly when he sees Monarch’s eyes frown at his outspoken whisper. “It is not that, It is something else. Hehe like a dream” It was not like he was lying to him, but he can’t tell him the truth just yet can he. In just a short year his life has been thrown up side down. From the struggle of an almost empty wallet and the beating after his first day at school.
The difficulties he had to endure of the sot slender legs… He shakes his head a second time to come back from the images of those powerful yet beautiful legs. Eyes roll in his sockets and find the pair of legs he so vividly remembered. From heel to the hem of the skirt h traced the outline and unwittingly tilted his head as he reached her thighs.
“Hentai…” The many voices call out and set him straight in his seat.
From outside the grinding and squeaks of the brakes could be heard. A gentle force pushed everyone around as the train slowly came to a stop. The group had settled themselves in front of the door and waited patiently for it to open.
Not a were like that soon as the doors parted a push from inside the train compacted the people waiting like sardine in a can. Sen’s body was pushed up the back of Satou who started to blush.
The soft breast rubbed against his back with a strong forced but never felt hard. The bounciness just froze his body and mind and took him on a perverted trip.
With a hiss the doors were wide open and the pressure became unbearable. It pushed itself out with Satou in the lead and falling face down below the single step and everybody else rolling, falling and walking all over him to reach the platform.
Nobody had eyes on him, they al stepped out of the train like a single organism. A group call from the wild had each and everyone steam roll to the corners of the station, leaving Satou to get up on his own. Dirtied by shoes his back was an work of art of mostly black while he front was glowing a vibrant red from the moment he planted his face in the cement floor.
“Ah they are here already, got to go Yuu. Bye, bye.” A phone is folded shut and put away in a dark jacket. With a tip of a slender finger a pair glasses are pushed back reflecting a sinister flare and continue to trail long black hair behind an ear. Only a moment later does the hand start to wave to the upcoming group Satou is leading. “Over here, come this way. Thank you for the heads up Yarizui, it got me all fired up.”
Monarch stated to stutter and pointed a trembling finger towards the person calling. “Wait that… that is… You know… HER! She’s…”
To be continued…
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