harutosensei000

WARNING : 18+ Only

> I transferred in for my final year, hoping for peace after a troubled past. What I got instead… was a class full of beautiful, thirsty girls—each 18, each dripping with secret lust.

From the cold class rep to the wild gyaru, the quiet bookworm to the athletic ace, every one of them wanted me—my body, my mouth, my thick cock.

In secret rooms, empty classrooms, locker showers, and late-night calls… they confessed their cravings.

And I? I gave them every inch of me.

This is the story of my final year… the year I became theirs.

Class Heat : My Final Years Harem

Chapter 29: Sora's Turn – The Nerdy Beauty's Forbidden Game

Glasses, notebooks, library hours.

Never in the center. Always at the edge.

But Yuu had noticed the way she watched him.

And one night… he found out just how much she noticed him too.

It was placed on his desk. No name. No handwriting he recognized.

Just a silver wax seal, clean and elegant.

> "After dark. Computer lab. Don't tell anyone."

When he arrived, the lights were dim, computers glowing faintly.

And there—leaning against a desk, lit by nothing but the glow of a monitor—stood Sora.

And her outfit… was anything but school regulation.

A white, button-up shirt—his, she'd borrowed it from the locker room—hung open, revealing black lingerie with sheer thigh-highs and garter straps that peeked beneath the hem.

Her lips, usually quiet, curled in a smirk.

"Welcome, senpai," she whispered. "Ready to play a little game?"

"I've watched them," she said, stepping closer. "All of them. Aya. Rika. Kozue. Yuzu."

"But I wanted to know what it felt like myself… what it's like to make you melt."

She led him to the teacher's desk, pushed him down onto the chair, and climbed onto his lap.

Sora slid her fingers under his shirt as her mouth met his, slow but experimental—like coding a new system.

"You always looked at me like I was the quiet one," she whispered in his ear. "But I've dreamed of loud things."

Sora straddled him with precise, elegant movements. Her hips rolled gently, grinding with delicate control.

"I created a simulation once… of this exact moment."

"I built a 3D model," she whispered, biting his earlobe. "Of you. Of me. Of what I'd do if I had the courage."

She guided his hands up her thighs, under the garters, over the lace.

"Now I don't need code," she said. "I just need you."

Her hips rocked harder, moaning softly as the friction grew. Her voice, usually soft and analytical, broke into desperate gasps.

"Touch me like I'm not fragile," she whimpered. "Touch me like I've touched you in every line of fantasy I've written."

Yuu wrapped his arms around her, lifting her gently onto the desk.

Sora spread her legs without a word, guiding his hands to where she was already trembling.

"I've studied," she whispered, face flushed. "Anatomy. Pressure points. Fantasy forums. Even—"

"I don't care what you studied," he murmured. "You're perfect right now."

Their rhythm built like code compiling—flawless, intense, accelerating.

She clung to him, eyes wide behind fogged-up glasses she'd slipped back on. Her moans grew louder, wild, unfiltered.

"This was supposed to be just a simulation," she cried out. "But this—this is real."

Later, she lay curled in his arms on the teacher's desk, wrapped in his shirt.

The monitors hummed around them, casting soft light over her bare legs and flushed cheeks.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," she said.

Sora smiled faintly, pressing her lips to his neck.

"I don't need to simulate anymore," she whispered. "Because now… I've got the real thing."

And just like that, the nerdy girl who once wrote fantasy…

Chapter 29: Sora’s Turn – The Nerdy Beauty’s Forbidden Game