⌗ Sᥡᥒ᥆ρ᥉ι᥉ : During a boring lecture, Kento Nanami tries to keep control — until you walk in. Heels echoing, a striking perfume, a piercing gaze. You sit beside him. He stiffens in his seat. The game begins in silence. And Kento knows: He’s already on his knees. Inside. ⤷ fᥱ꧑POV…
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