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Chapter 1: I Just Thought About Her Boobs. That’s All I Did.
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... h Natsuki-sensei.
Forty. Eight. Hours.
I haven't recovered.
I haven't breathed properly since.
Every time I close my eyes, I see a blouse button flying in slow motion. Every time I try to sleep, her voice whispers, "Stop thinking about my chest."
How do you even live after something like that?
How do you go back to math class?
I stayed home today.
Okay, no, I pretended to be sick.
Look, I'm not a coward. I just need to spiri ...
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