Exhibitionist

'Misuzu-san… Is she…?'

Kouhei had caught a hint of it earlier—back on the train, when her body shifted and tensed in certain ways. At the time, he brushed it off, blaming the tension on the awkward situation they were in. But now, here in the dim, poorly lit public restroom, with her pussy tightening like a vice around his cock, so warm and wet and desperate. It struck him like a jolt to the chest.

This wasn't just reactionary. This was deliberate.

'Exhibitionist…'

That single word echoed inside his head like a revelation. And truth be told, he might not have been far off at all.

Because Misuzu—Misuzu was enjoying this.