The Interloper (2)

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“So why was Louis Philippe chosen as king? Well....”

Miyuki, who had been listening to the passionate professor's world-history lecture, flinched.

Matsuda was resting his chin on his right elbow on the desk, and his left hand had suddenly slipped into Miyuki's inner thigh.

“.....”

He had been well-behaved yesterday, so why was he doing this again today?

What a troublesome boyfriend.

Furrowing her brow, Miyuki poked Matsuda in the waist to tell him to stop.

But he didn't move an inch.

Instead, as though retaliating for her having just touched his waist, he even pulled her uniform shirt out from beneath her skirt...