Moments passed slowly under Yuri. All you could focus on was taking deep whiffs from the depths of her panties and occasionally noting the turning of her page. About the most exciting thing that occurred over the minutes was her occasional shifts, which brought her massive cheeks jiggling on your face. Her weight was pressing your head to the chair, but for some reason, it wasn’t really painful. You weren’t sure why, but you weren’t going to complain. At some point, you started counting the number of page-turns you heard. Yuri was a fast reader, and within an hour, she had flipped through 40 times. Her skirt served as a blanket, trapping her body heat in with you. It was starting to get quite warm under here
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Monika glanced over at Yuri again. She couldn’t stop herself from taking a peek at Yuri sitting there reading with your body sticking out under the desk. She couldn’t see your face since it was buried inside of Yuri’s skirt, and somehow the mystery of it made her even more crazy. She’d been sitting there for an hour already, hardly moving. And with your dominance score reduced so much, you were just sitting there and taking it. Just obediently let some girl use your face as her chair. She considered rewinding time and using you for herself, but after some thought, came up with a solution that seemed much more fun. Smiling, she stood up and started a silent walk over.
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You were startled by a sudden jump from Yuri. The surprised motion jolted her back slightly, sealing your nose completely in her crack. A new wave of earthy musk wooshed up your nostrils from the adjustment.
“M-M-Monika! Umm….”
Your heart thundered as you realized what the ramifications of this position might be. Would Monika think you and Yuri were perverts? Would she be wrong? You couldn’t get in trouble for this! It would ruin your life if she reported your indecent act.
“Unless you’ve got the world’s smallest book printed on your underwear, I don’t think MC is reading now, is he.”
Yuri shuddered, and you tried to move out from underneath her; however, she was frozen in her panic, not even considering getting up. Her doughy cheeks stayed planted firmly on your face while she tried to think up an excuse.
“I…We…Umm…”
“Get up Yuri,” Monika commanded. Exerting her authority over Yuri while the purple-haired girl exerted her own weight on you was certainly a feeling. Yuri obeyed, standing up. There was a small squelching sound as her slightly damp cheeks lost contact with your face.. You gasped in and enjoyed the cool air coming over your face.
Monika glared authoritatively at Yuri, and then set that gaze in your direction. It struck fear into you; she could get you into major trouble if she wanted to. Scared, you took the only action you could think of begging.
“I’m sorry Monika. Please don’t get us into trouble.”
Her green eyes peered down at you. She pretended to contemplate your question, pretending like blackmail wasn’t her initial plan.
“I won’t tell anyone about this on one condition.”
What is the condition?
1) She wants her own turn sitting on your face. Yuri gets off scot-free.
2) She tells you to find something to cushion your head on the ground, and similarly commands Yuri to put her head on the seat of the chair. She’s going to sit on Yuri while Yuri sits on you.
3) She thinks up something else to do with one or both of you.
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