It appears that Ms. Kijima is the only one now who can help you. She is seated at her desk, flipping through some books. She's probably studying, you thought to yourself. After all, she's only working here temporary. Still, she could help you out if you can get her attention.
You made your way to the desk, and made your way towards her heels. You looked around, and unfortunately, Ms. Kijima is not one who likes peep-toe shoes, so tickling her foot is out of the question. There's only one way to go now: up.
As you slowly climb up Ms. Kijima's right leg, you could see that she had not felt you. She was too busy with her studies to actually care about an itch up her right leg. Slowly, but surely, you managed to reach her knee.
"Hey! Kijima-sensei! Down here!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.
Nothing.
Your voice is now beyond the reach of human ears, especially at your height. Looking up, you had a look at Dr. Kijima's round and healthy breasts above you. While normally you would drool at the sight, you had to get her attention somehow.
However, it seems like fate had other plans. Ms. Kijima suddenly got up, and you noticed that you are losing your balance. You have to grab hold onto her leg. Did you?
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