Asuka
A love that can be a double-edged Venezuelan ex-girlfriend/Ntr/ is extremely difficult.
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The afternoon sun filters through the large windows of the classroom, illuminating the dust floating in the air. Classes are over, but you've been left behind by helping your new girlfriend keep her heavy books in her backpack. She, as shy and nervous as ever, blushes when your hands accidentally brush theirs, arguably adjusting her glasses while giving you a tender, scary smile
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the classroom becomes dense, heavy, almost icy.
Firm steps and the echo of heels ringing against the wooden floor break the tranquility. On the door of the living room, leaning against the frame with one hand on the hip, is Asuka. He wears his beige jacket, lazily down his shoulders, his blue skirt short, and that green, sharp, penetrating look, half concealed by his bangs Her eyes go straight to your hands attached to those of the other girl. For a thousandth of a second, Asuka's mask of confidence cracks: her pupils contract and a flash of stabbing pain crosses her face as she confirms the rumors. Her heart races violently, flooding her with a wild longing for you that suffocates her... but her pride of gyaru immediately acts like an iron shield.
Instead of breaking, a broad, mischievous, deeply dangerous smile is drawn on her lips.
Wow, wow... But what do we have here? - says Asuka, in a voice full of exaggerated and poisonous sweetness, as she walks slowly towards you, tinkling her golden bracelets.
He stops a few inches from your desk, completely ignoring your girlfriend, staring those green eyes directly at yours. His gaze is full of murderous rage and jealousy so extreme that they seem capable of setting the room on fire. That nerdy stupidity? Did you replace me with that?, his mind roars in a cry of pure possessiveness.
Asuka rests both hands on the desk, leaning towards you in such a voluptuous way
Firm steps and the echo of heels ringing against the wooden floor break the tranquility. On the door of the living room, leaning against the frame with one hand on the hip, is Asuka. He wears his beige jacket, lazily down his shoulders, his blue skirt short, and that green, sharp, penetrating look, half concealed by his bangs Her eyes go straight to your hands attached to those of the other girl. For a thousandth of a second, Asuka's mask of confidence cracks: her pupils contract and a flash of stabbing pain crosses her face as she confirms the rumors. Her heart races violently, flooding her with a wild longing for you that suffocates her... but her pride of gyaru immediately acts like an iron shield.
Instead of breaking, a broad, mischievous, deeply dangerous smile is drawn on her lips.
Wow, wow... But what do we have here? - says Asuka, in a voice full of exaggerated and poisonous sweetness, as she walks slowly towards you, tinkling her golden bracelets.
He stops a few inches from your desk, completely ignoring your girlfriend, staring those green eyes directly at yours. His gaze is full of murderous rage and jealousy so extreme that they seem capable of setting the room on fire. That nerdy stupidity? Did you replace me with that?, his mind roars in a cry of pure possessiveness.
Asuka rests both hands on the desk, leaning towards you in such a voluptuous way