Chapter 24 – Mischief. ( 2 )
Time passed while Cashew was thinking of various plans.
In this second period, Shred is in charge of ‘History and Understanding of Renugat Language’. Already imagining that boring class made his head throb.
Still, class was class, so I couldn’t stop listening. If I’m sleepy today, I’ll have to hold on while pinching his thighs. With that thought, cashew nuts prepared for the embodiment of boredom to come.
However, today’s shred was a bit different. As soon as he entered the classroom, he set the textbook down on the podium and Shred immediately said this.
“Now, today… I’m trying to change the way I teach. No matter how strong our academy is, the teacher’s authority is strong, and no matter what, I thought that leading the class in this way would not help either the teachers or the students. So… From this time, I am going to use what I have learned and practice in parallel.”
Although the tone of voice did not change, it was Shred who explained the change in the direction of the class at a faster pace.
Cashew applauded Shred’s brilliant decision in his heart. Yes, he listens only when he’s moderately bored. How do the kids hold up in class like that?
“Therefore… What we will learn today is a parable, a parable.”
Shred, who wrote today’s topic in large letters in the middle of the blackboard, continued his explanation in a different tone than usual. After listening to Shred’s lessons for a while, Cashew was genuinely amazed at the obvious change.
She was full of immaturity, as if she was wearing clothes that didn’t fit, but she was much better than before. She was trying to keep her speech rate above average as much as possible, even if it was awkward, and she was also incorporating the idiosyncratic phrasing of a literary scholar into her class.
As a result, it was only natural that the level of concentration of the students increased significantly.
“Now, let’s take a look at metaphors. People… Secretly liken, secretly likened. He used to use this expression. It’s not an exact phrase, but it’s true to a certain extent.”
And, Shred seemed to be overjoyed at the good reaction he had finally experienced for the first time.
Metaphors, similes, and other metaphors were explained. After such a brief class, 20 minutes were left before I knew it. Shred intended to use this time as his hands-on time.
“So… Today’s practice content is poetry, if you compare it to poetry. I’ll try writing a poem. Of course, I’m not going to walk it out and see it, write it all out and exchange it with a close friend to read it. And… If you have any questions, please come out and ask. I’ll tell you everything.”
Shred finished his explanation of practice by handing out small manuscripts one by one.
Cashew pondered for a moment, holding her pen to her paper. The person to show her has already been decided. Efri. After all, she only had Efri as her own friend.
After that, she thought about what to write. Poetry is, after all, a literary work, so there must be some content in it. While thinking about what to put in, cashews came up with such an idea.
‘I think it would be nice to play around with poetry?’
You’re not going to show it to anyone anyway, you’re only showing it to Epri. It seemed like it would be okay to make a poem out of something quite odd.
One of the things you can do through poetry is to fully convey your heart. Cashew decided to convey his feelings to Epri with this poem.
The first thing I thought of for this was my past self.
‘Is there a poetic word that can symbolize this?’
Hoechori came to the mind of the cashew who was worried. All the whips that have been beaten so far have been made of wood. The keyword ‘scent of trees’ was added to the poem.
In the next stanza, I put in the contents showing what the scent of the tree was like. What can be recalled from the cane, the marks of the cane. To wrap this up nicely, I added two lines.
In the third stanza, he expressed his current state. I’ve been disconnected from Efri for weeks and I’ve written things that can express my frustration.
And in the last stanza, the cashew nut is finished with a wish.
The resulting poem was as follows.
– – – – – – – – – –
In her body
Pleasant woody scent
Engraved love marks
Traces of love
But the traces are not forever
Time passes and the trace disappears
She prayed
I hope to embrace the scent of the tree once again
– – – – – – – – – –
Cashew grinned at her finished poem, and she immediately rose from her seat and walked over to Efri. Unlike cashew nuts, her paper was full of traces of writing and erasing sentences.
“Efri, have you finished writing poetry?”
“Ugh, it’s a bit difficult, so I haven’t written a single line yet.”
“Then would you like to read mine?”
“Is that so?”
Efri took the paper that Cashew was holding and immediately began to read the poem in a small voice.
“Her body exudes a pleasant woody scent… “
It sounded clear at first, but as the sentence progressed, Epri’s voice gradually faded. And when she finally reached her second stanza, she made no more sounds.
Efri continued reading her poems with her eyes. Her gaze passed through the third stanza, and she landed on the fourth. Efri’s face became more and more colored as she went through each part of her body.
Efri, who had finally chewed through every part of her poem, said with a sigh, hot.
“Cashews, you said no.”
“But… “
“If you get caught now, it’s doom for both of us. You know?”
“That’s true, but… “
Against Epri’s impenetrable wall, which reappeared again, Cashew Nut couldn’t respond and hesitated.
Perhaps she wanted to comfort her gloomy figure at least a bit, F. Lee relaxed her expression slightly and jokingly said a word.
“This is a seizure. How do you write poetry like this? Uselessly like her hair, really.”
“… Did it look good?”
“Quiet. Because I wasn’t excited at all.”
Of course, her blushing face on her Ephri was in direct contradiction of her words.
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The end of the bathroom, quite far from the original building. Efri, who had lunch with cashew nuts, said that she had to go somewhere, and she headed to this place.
She looked around and was able to make sure that no one was there. She went right into the compartment, where she sat on the toilet lid and reread her impure poem. The scent of wood, marks, traces, traces. All of her poetic words were indirect, but clearly pointing to something.
Efri overlapped the poem with the image of a cashew nut.
Cashew nuts with the scent of whipped cream, cashew nuts with marks left on the body, traces that faded after a while, traces that finally disappeared.
Cashews seemed to be saying this clearly with this poem.
‘Efri, let me smell that fragrant scent again.’
Efri, of course, wanted to do the same. No, on the contrary, Efri longed for it even more.
Cashews still managed to appease her cravings through self-play, but she couldn’t quench her cravings unless she abused someone. Masturbation to soothe her sexual desire by moving her fingers was infinitely insufficient.
So, April was refraining from contact with cashews and sexual contact as much as possible. She felt that if she was her current, extremely sadistic self, the cashews would torture her to the point of being unbearable and to the point of being broken.
What Efri wanted was the cashew nut’s physical scar, not the mental one.
And now the will itself came to be tested by her.
Cashews, who were so chic except when playing, were now openly tempting themselves.
Enough understanding. Cashew nuts, because she was a beginner in less than a month without having properly entered BDSM. It was only natural that she would show signs of severe dissatisfaction, unlike herself, who had been accustomed to this control over the years.
However, the problem was that her seduction itself was very strong.
‘Now, I can’t stand it any longer… ‘
The poison finally exploded Efri.
Efri climbed out of her cubicle and locked the door to her bathroom. She immediately went back to the cubicle and closed the cubicle door as well.
She lifted her top and pulled her breasts out of her bra. It wasn’t as big as cashew nuts, but it had its own volume. She rubbed her areola gently with two of her fingers, teasing her desire.
“Cashews, cashews… “
Efri whispered the name of cashew nuts.
When Cashews came in the morning with her cane marks, Efri wanted to say something.
“You want to be whipped like that? Follow me, I’ll hit you so you won’t think of that again.”
After that, she wanted to half forcefully drag Cashew to the playroom. She wanted to set the cashew nuts on the chair.
“Aha… Ha… “
Efri lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. As soon as she took it off, her gooey juice leaked out.
Remembering to roll her nipples with one of her hands, she inserted her fingers into her wet secret. She wanted to moan loudly, but she gritted her teeth and held it in. She was at risk of getting caught in even the most private of places.
Returning back to her memories, Efri swung a cane at the cashews. Bamboo scent imprinted on cashew nuts. The cashew nuts covered with all kinds of incense reflected on themselves enough, and she begged not to do that again.
Efri drew a detailed picture in his head of the cashew tree naked and asking for forgiveness. Disheveled black hair. A wall full of tears. Her body trembled and her chest swayed at the same time. Two hands covering the secret parts of the body. Finally, the toe, slightly shriveled in fear that the falcon would fall again.
Epri’s hand movements became more intense. Her moaning was suppressed, but the screeching sound was accentuated. The sound hit Epri’s ears. It further heightened her lustful mood.
Sensing that she was on the verge of going, Efri lightly twisted the nipple that was holding her straight, opened the cistern of pleasure, and put it on again.
“Eww… Eww… Whoa… “
The silent climax mumbled in the cubicle before disappearing.
After a while, Efri woke up from the afterglow of the climax and rolled up the toilet paper next to him to tidy up her sticky secrets. She also wiped the liquid dripping from the toilet lid. He climaxed and cleaned up the traces of lust that had splattered around him.
After tidying up his clothes, Efri went straight out of the bathroom. Having done that once, it would be nice if his libido calmed down, but Efrey’s appetite seemed to have inflated even more.
