Your window is in the fourth group, right by the window. You're lying on the table with your eyes closed, the sun shining on your face. I'm sitting behind you, looking at you the whole time, wanting to kiss you.
You were playing with your classmates in class, and you got pushed and bumped into my back. I still feel that soft, bouncy feeling on my back. I successfully transferred my attraction from your mouth to your breasts.
Sometimes I get distracted in class and I wonder if I should drop out of school and go out to work. I feel like I can't concentrate on my studies and I miss you. I miss you even when you are in front of me. I think about you in dirty ways all day long.
During the holidays, you wore a skirt. When the wind blew over, I saw your legs, which were white and straight.
Low-waisted pants were popular at that time, and I was so annoyed by those pants because as soon as you bent over, I could see your entire waist.
I was afraid that others would see it, so I secretly went to your yard and tore the crotch of your pants that were hanging there.
Sorry for the late apology. I've bought you a new pair of jeans, which are on the way.
As a result, I was more likely to be distracted in class. Because by piecing together, I created a version of you without clothes.
I'm ready to be taught a lesson by my family. I really can't study anymore. My mind is full of the scene of me pushing you into the corner and pressing you on the table in the empty classroom.
I was in this state for two months, and when the final exam was approaching, I let it go.
Because I read a book about sex education, which said that these are all normal and I shouldn't feel inferior or guilty.
So I became a complete pervert.
I feel much better now and can concentrate on my studies. I don’t have to drop out of school to work.
Sometimes I feel that sexual desire is a particularly despicable emotion that controls people's hearts. But it is also because of it that I know more about you.
Sexy, cute, quiet, gentle, dull, overbearing, pretentious, and awkward, these are the things I found in you.
It's like playing a game, I never get tired of it, I like every one of you. Your strengths are constantly magnified in my mind, and I can accept your shortcomings unconditionally.
If I don't have you in this life, I might go crazy.
You can only be mine, and I only want you.
This is the first page.
Leng Leng finished watching it and even brought his own tissues. Did he cry?
Cry your grandpa, it turns out that her crotch was torn by this bastard!
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