Evil schoolgirl stalks me

Fujiwara Kaori subconsciously wanted to stop him.

But after raising her hand, she gave up again.

The thumb and index finger of Natsume Yayoi's right hand twisted two black hairs from her collar, then raised them and gestured twice in front of her eyes, and said: "This is what I just saw... So, why did the teacher hit me?"

"Well, that...I..." Kaori Fujiwara turned her face away with a guilty conscience and hesitated to speak.

Seeing how she was fooled by him, Natsume Yayoi couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha……"

Hearing his laughter, the woman muttered dissatisfiedly.

"You, what are you laughing at?"

"Teacher is really easy to deceive~"

"Eh?"

Fujiwara Kaori blinked in confusion, not understanding how she was deceived for a moment.

However, when she lowered her head again and looked at her most proud place, she suddenly reacted.

Who would have no problem staring at other people's hair falling on their chests?

Thinking of this, she raised her hand and grabbed Yayoi Natsume's ears, and said with shame and anger: "How dare you tease me like this! That's too much!"

Although Kaori Fujiwara seemed angry, Yayoi Natsume didn't feel much pain.

This is the gentleness of the teacher.

He screamed twice in coordination to satisfy her desire to vent her anger.

He had already fooled her, but he had to remind her and then be punished by her.

The reason why Natsume Yayoi did this was just because Fujiwara Kaori was so deceitful that he couldn't bear it...

Suddenly, Natsume Yayoi's head was pressed hard by Fujiwara Kaori.

Natsume Yayoi, who was not very prepared, suddenly fell on her lap.

pop~

The cheek made contact with the woman's plump thighs wrapped in pantyhose, making an extremely slight sound.

Immediately afterwards, his face was squeezed out of shape by the soft, elastic and warm skin of his legs.

The not too strong smell of perfume mixed with the smell of mature women's skin penetrated his nostrils, making him feel dizzy.

"teacher?"

When Natsume Yayoi spoke, her face and hair gently rubbed against her thighs, which made Fujiwara Kaori feel her thighs were very itchy.

She quickly pressed his head with both hands and shouted, "Don't move!"

After she pressed her like this, almost the entire face of Natsume Yayoi was pressed against her thigh. In addition, her nose was also squeezed to the point of being slightly deformed.

Having difficulty breathing, he subconsciously took a deep breath of air mixed with the scent of a woman.

"Don't sniff so hard!" Kaori Fujiwara said in embarrassment.

"You pressed too hard...I can't breathe anymore..." Natsume Yayoi, whose lips were deformed, muttered vaguely.

"Ah, sorry!" Fujiwara Kaori quickly let go of her hand.

Natsume Yayoi sat up straight, moved her neck that was almost twisted, and then lay down facing her lap again.

mum!

The boy lying on the woman's soft thigh took a deep breath.

"Don't, don't sniff!" Fujiwara Kaori pressed his head hard again and shouted with a red face.

Natsume Yayoi said nothing.

After a moment, the woman noticed that he made no next move, and then slowly let go of him.

"Teacher." At this time, Natsume Yayoi made a dull voice.

When Natsume Yayoi spoke, his face still faced his legs, and Fujiwara Kaori could even notice how open his mouth was when he spoke.

Her thighs were a little itchy, but she resisted and didn't press his head this time.

"Hmm~" She responded softly.

“Thank you for your hospitality~”

Fujiwara Kaori raised her hand and wanted to hit him again.

However, when she thought about what happened in the morning, she gently placed her hand on his hair and rubbed it gently.

"This is an apology. In this case, you won't be angry, right?"

"Actually...I'm not angry..."

Fujiwara Kaori's hand paused.

Then, she smiled and said, "Then I will continue to study hard."

"Ah."

Natsume Yayoi enjoyed the gentle caress of her elastic and voluptuous thighs and the top of her head, gently closing her eyes and relaxing herself.

Compared to Yukiyo Sakura's comforting pleasure, Fujiwara Kaori's lap pillow is a purer temptation, while exuding the charm and tolerance of a mature woman.

"Natsume~"

"Ok?"

"Today, I won't go to the club classroom."

"Oh……"

"So, can you also go?"

Although she was a little reluctant, Natsume Yayoi still raised her head.

Fujiwara Kaori held his face, lowered her head, and touched his forehead.

"Can't you?"

"..." Natsume Yayoi was silent for a moment and said, "Not today."

Fujiwara Kaori slowly let go of his face.

She silently sorted out the documents scattered on the table and stood up.

"Natsume."

"Ok?"

"You are so greedy~" As she said this, Kaori Fujiwara turned around and gave him her usual gentle smile, "Go to the club classroom quickly."

Looking into the woman's tender eyes, Natsume Yayoi lowered her head slightly.

"Yes."

Watching the boy walk out of the office, Fujiwara Kaori sighed heavily.

"Knew it……"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

The woman raised her head. Natsume Yayoi, who originally said she was going to the club classroom, was standing at the door.

"Natsume? Why are you back?"

"Teacher, did you bring an umbrella today?" Natsume Yayoi asked.

"Take it..." She subconsciously said "Take it", but Fujiwara Kaori suddenly thought of something and immediately changed her words: "...forgot, I forgot to bring it."

As if she didn't see anything, Natsume Yayoi said: "Then there's nothing we can do. I'll take you home."

"……it is good."

The two walked out of the teaching building together.

Chapter 164 Whether you bring an umbrella or not, I just want to take you home

It was still raining heavily.

Big raindrops hit the water on the ground, causing high splashes.

Not long after leaving the teaching building, Fujiwara Kaori's pantyhose on her calves were already wet.

"teacher."

"Ok?"

"You won't take off your socks and shoes and run away this time, right? I want to see such a cute teacher, but it won't be convenient this time, right?"

Kaori Fujiwara's face turned red when she noticed Yayoi Natsume's eyes falling on her pantyhose.

"No, no way!"

"hey-hey……"

"Humph~"

Fujiwara Kaori hugged Natsume Yayoi's arm hard, seeming to vent her dissatisfaction.

Natsume Yayoi happily enjoyed her soft and elastic [venting].

Soon, the outline of the school gate became clear.

But Fujiwara Kaori stopped.

"Teacher?" Natsume Yayoi called her in confusion.

Fujiwara Kaori lowered her head and was silent for a long time.