Lewd Miyuki (3)

Squeak—! Creak.

The old vaulting box groaned as it shifted.

“H-hush...! Someone might hear us...!”

Miyuki was trying to stifle her laughter behind one hand.

I wiped the beads of sweat from her brow, breathing in the faint plum scent that softened the musty smell of the storage room.

Sneaking away to share a private moment in an unusual place, and the class rep breaking the rules she'd always enforced.

Those two things alone were enough to send a thrill through me.

“Haa... haa...”

The ragged breaths escaped me as I tried to calm down.

Hearing me pant, Miyuki lowered her voice...