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"Mmmh." Felicia lets out a muffled moan as Michio began caressing her nylon-clad thigh, unfortunately letting the eye-patched girl learn how sensitive she was. "S-stop already, w-what if someone sees." She whispers, still trying to shrink down to hide herself. But with Michio's arm on her back, Felicia's attempt to do so merely let the eye-patched girl's hand slide up toward her large breast. Though Felicia was thankful that their grades would also rely on duel, in her current predicament, too nervous as she looks around, hoping no one has realizes what they were doing all the way at the back of class.
"Yumi's the only one who could, and the desk hides everything below your stomach. She's already noticed how close together we are anyway." Michio immediately squeezes the globe of flesh through Felicia's uniform blouse and bra. "Ha!" The belligerent woman laughs quietly. "You sure you want me to stop? You're the one putting my hand on your tit." Her lower hand creeps higher and higher up Felicia's leg until Michio finally moves it to the other girl's sex. An index finger traces the outline of the redhead's labia through the leggings and panties.