The school never found out about their relationship. She panted desperately, gripping Ayano's shoulders as she shuddered, getting closer and closer. With one hand Ayano stroked Osana's breasts, the other hand touching the orange haired girl's inner thigh. The fabric fell to the ground, followed by most of the girl's clothing. As her shirt was pulled off, Ayano traced a finger over Osana's bra, feeling her nipples harden. Osana struggled for a bit until she submitted to whatever torture Ayano would put her through. She needed a less violent way of dispersing these dirty thoughts.Īnd Osana thought nothing of it when she was asked to go to an empty room. Ayano slammed her head into a nearby wall. She'd just imagine different scenarios where she'd end up in her arms, passionate kissing between them, maybe a tad bit of scandalous pleasure.
She also had a nice chest, nothing too massive, but still she wasn't nearly as flat chested as Ayano.Įventually the girl shook away these unclean thoughts, it scared her how frequently these feelings would flow through her whenever she stalked Taro and caught glimpse of his friend. It was cute how she got flared up at every little thing, yet how submissive she could be when you really got to know her. Then there were her piercing orange eyes, always burning with juvenile anger.
Her nice wavy hair, tied into two kinda messy pigtails. She was an interesting rival, in many weird ways. In all honesty it saddened Ayano a tad bit when she heard Osana comply to her lowly request of getting the girl's best friend all to her yandere self.