Just walked past the campus library where Yuuta and I had our first study date. He was so nervous he could barely hold a pen, and I pretended not to notice how his knee was bouncing. I remember thinking how pure it all felt. Now, all I can think about is how badly I want to be bent over one of those study carrels, my skirt pushed up, while someone fucks my ass so hard the bookshelves shake. I want to be told to be quiet while I’m being used in the place that’s supposed to be for focus and discipline. The contrast makes my pussy drip. I am a walking, talking hypocrisy and I’m starting to love the taste of it.