Because I Was Excluded Out of the Class Transfer, I Decided to Steal My Classmate's Lover-Chapter 64: The food that drives your talent.

In the moonlit library of the Royal Palace, Fujiyoshi Yuri sits at her desk, eagerly pricking her needles as she unravels a mass of cotton with her hands.

With the precision of a precision instrument, her fingertips breathe soul into the lump of cotton without a moment’s hesitation. Her eyes, unblinking, watch in silence.

Her forehead is covered with sweat, but her breathing is undisturbed, and not even a sigh escapes. The steps of her fingertips are as light as a swan gliding gracefully on the surface of the water, and the atmosphere is one of tranquillity.

What happened to her usual goofy expressions and gestures? It’s hard to imagine the usual Yuri - she has a very serious expression and makes the needle jump.

It was like a craftsman’s face, coated with tension and conviction, like that of a first-class technician accomplishing a meticulous job, where a moment’s carelessness would bring to naught all the efforts he had made so far.

Eventually, the double eyes blinked and a long breath escaped from Yuri’s mouth.

She stroked her cheeks, which had turned red due to her overwhelming concentration, and wiped her sweat-soaked forehead with the sleeve of her cardigan.

“…… done.”

As she flapped her feverish face, Yuri broke down and fell on her back with a thud.

The sudden sense of accomplishment tortured her whole body, and she lost her concentration that had been straining her.

She fell on her back and hit the back of her head on the floor, but the current Yuri couldn’t care less about such minor pain.

In a state of unconsciousness - or, depending on her point of view, as if she had been gang-raped or something - and with her highlightless eyes exposed, Yuri tightly embraced the lump she had been working on with all her might just a moment ago. She hugged it tightly to her chest.

Yuri’s mouth is covered with drool and she lets out a mad laugh as she shows off her beautiful rape eyes.

Anyway, unlike the usual perverted sound this time it’s a cute “ghehe”, the laugh that is currently being let out has a slightly dangerous scent.

“Ghehe, Kirishima-kun,fuh, fuhehem. Ghfu,gehehe, Kirishima-kun,fuhh.uhehe,Kirishima-kun,Kirishima-kun,uhehehe”

The brown eyes slowly flicker and hide behind the eyelids as she repeats the mysterious curse of Kirishima-kun.

As a maiden, Yuri exposes a face full of madness that she would never show to anyone else, and her whole body trembles. After a few moments of convulsions, the eyelids close, and like an android with a dead battery, she slumps down and stops moving.

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Yuri Fujiyoshi is a girl with a strange talent: she can concentrate and develop her potential only when she likes something.

For her first high school festival, she single-handedly drew a copy of a Namamono x Bacon Lettuce book so thick that even a phone book would run away barefoot; she made her own cosplay costumes for personal enjoyment; and she developed a urine bottle that can be used without a problem even by girls who don’t have any hair on their bodies, in a world that is clearly short of goods compared to modern Japan. The list goes on and on.

(TL1: Namamono, often also written as “nmmn,” is a term used in the doujin community to describe shipping real human beings, or the equivalent of RPF (Real Person Fiction) or RPS (Real Person Slash) in the English-speaking fandom)

(TL2: Bacon and lettuce is a BL an acronym.)

Of course, there are also repercussions or after-effects associated with such exertions that cannot be ignored.

In this world, there is a convenient skill called Nekoyama Misuzu [Schwartz Energy], so before the mental and physical damage occurs, she can be restored to her normal self.

As in the original world, it was not possible to awaken the secret of sleeping for three days in a row after a cheat day off, and Yuri appeared at Misuzu with Emi and Sayaka supporting her in her sleep.

“I’ll just note that the scene was literally a hellish picture that made me want to throw up.”

As a high school girl, or rather as a human being, Yuri exposed her ugly figure, which she would not want to be seen by others, But fortunately, none of the visitors had any feelings for Yuri, so she was not hurt that much and vice versa.

It was a scene that corroded the image that people have of high school girls, but anyway.

What in the world was Yuri making that required such a sacrifice?

“………… ghehe.”

Her cheeks were dyed pink with excitement as she let out her usual “guhehe” - no hint of madness or darkness.

In Yuri’s hands, two kinds of stuffed animals - so-called puppets - were completely fitted.

These puppets were the source of everything, the thing that Yuri had sacrificed all of her concentration and mental strength to create last night.

At any rate, the puppets that Yuri had made were not like the ones someone can buy at flea markets or bazaars.

It was not like the puppets for children, which were made to look like cats, bears and other cute deformed animals.

Of course, as this is a stuffed toy for petting, it must have been deformed in a cute way.

The jaggedly coiffed fringes, the round black eyes, the large face and the body that has been shrunk to a third or fourth body size are all much cuter than the actual statue that was used as the model.

After staring at the puppet in her right hand for a while, Yuri checked the other puppet in her left hand again.

This one, like the one in her right hand, is made of a material that is almost pale orange in colour, and the body is almost identical. The hair is longer and tied in two knots than the right-hand puppet, the sesame-like eyes are decorated with eyelashes, and the clothes on the puppet are slightly different.

Now that she’s come this far, The only difference between the two puppets made by Yuri and ordinary puppets is that the models are human or an animal.

Of course, there are puppets that are deformed human beings, but it is quite rare to find a puppet that is based on a real person - not a well-known celebrity, but a familiar acquaintance.

The present situation seems to have evolved considerably in recent years, though, so it may not be so unusual to receive a custom-made gift from an outside source.

“But I never thought I’d end up making a three-dimensional stuffed animal of one of my classmates. ……”

While squeezing the puppet in her right hand, which was a representation of her beloved classmate, Ran Kirishima, Yuri’s eyes narrowed in a caring way.

She have made stuffed animals of two-dimensional wives before, but this is the first time she’ve ever made a stuffed animal of a real person - even one of the opposite sex who has lived in the same school.

But this could be a good experience, she thought, blushing as she gazed at her puppet Ran.

The puppet Ran could be rolled around in the palm of her hand, just as Yuri wanted - literally.

It can make her say dangerous words that would be too embarrassing to ask her to say herself, and it can even make her make out with the puppet in her left hand that represents Yuri.

She can even make the puppets intertwine their arms with each other and make them kiss each other.

“……”

Ran’s puppet and Yuri’s puppet don’t show any signs of embarrassment or hesitation (of course), but they don’t hesitate to press their mouths against each other and engage in a passionate and lewd kiss.

The two puppets, their mouths touching each other with such force that their faces become a mess, seem to love each other with all their heart and desire.

“……Syuuu, haaa, Ran-kun, Ran-kunnn. Mm, haa…If you do that, Syuuu. No, Because…”

As the puppets play with each other, Yuri gurgles kissing noises and loving words into her mouth. Eventually, the aggressive Yuri puppet falls on Ran and uses her whole body to push him down on the floor - or desk, as the case may be.

However, it’s a completely different thing when the fantasy is just unfolding in her brain, and when she sees it visually as a puppet show in front of her.

When she see a puppet representing her and the opposite sex she love cuddling in front of her, Yuri naturally get excited and even become lustful.

Yuri’s puppet, which was trembling as she rode Ran’s lower abdomen, was pushed to the edge of the desk, and Yuri (herself) brought Ran’s puppet up to her face.

Yuri looks into the eyes of the Ran Puppet and gulps. After a moment’s hesitation, she meditates - and presses the puppet’s face firmly against her own.

The kiss is inorganic, without the scent of sweat or the breath of the beloved.

The feeling of blessing the lips is different from the real lips - it’s that of soft cloth and cotton.

However, for the adolescent girl Fujiyoshi Yuri, who has been made both physically and mentally, such things were not important.

She is kissing a doll that represents her beloved classmate - from a bird’s eye view, it is an incredibly perverted act, a mere self-satisfaction, an act that does not satisfy her sexual desires, an act that is biologically meaningless. In Yuri’s mind, with her eyelids closed and her vision shut out, the person she is locking lips with is not a stuffed animal with no will, but the real Ran Kirishima.

Feeling her heart beating fast, Yuri pulled the Ran Puppet away from her mouth.

After wiping the dampness from the puppet’s mouth, Yuri took a closer look at the puppet’s entire body.

She licked her eyes at him, and her face, which had become inflamed with lust, fell into a swoon. Breathing hard and looking around, Yuri kept the Ran puppet in her right hand. Without a moment’s hesitation, she plunged her hand into her skirt.

“Well, well? Kirishima-kun. Kirishima-kun, this is Yuririn’s pussy that you love so much. It’s good, Kirishima-kun. You can look at the thighs of the current JK, and the new underwear that was bought for you in this world, as much as you want.”

She opens her legs and shows her pussy through her underwear in front of Ran Puppet.

It’s a perverted and provocative line that she would never have said in front of Ran, but as a girl in love, Yuri thinks it’s inevitable that she would want to say something a little extreme to a stuffed animal if no one is watching.

“Oh, isn’t it naughty? That’s what boys like, isn’t it? No, no, no, no! You can’t bury your face in there!”

Yuri presses the Ran puppet against her plump pussy against the underwear and stimulates the cracks. She hasn’t even touched the clitoris - it shouldn’t be a big stimulus, but this sensation of warming the back of her chest is inevitable.

Yuri’s heart is beating loudly, her heartbeat is racing and her breath is hot.

It’s not the same as the physical pleasure that comes from pressing an object against a girl’s sensitive spot. She is doing something naughty with a stuffed animal that represents the boy she loves. Such a guilty feeling and a strange sense of release that she has exposed all her perverted tastes. And above all, the sight of Ran’s face happily buried in Yuri’s pussy in her fantasy.

“No, no …… You can’t lick that part of the body, Kirishima-kun.…”

Yuri pinches the Ran puppet between her thighs and presses it firmly against her crack.

Even though it is only a fantasy, for Yuri, who is immersed in an imaginary world with overwhelming concentration - and who is stimulated by a doll that represents Ran - it is inevitable that she will feel strange.

Yuri’s twin-tailed face is transformed into that of a woman’s, and she enthusiastically toys with the Ran Puppet.

Her face is hot and her heart is screaming.

“Ya, Nyaa, Nniyaa, Ran-kun, Kirishima-kun’s warm tongue, I want you to come inside my pussy. Fuukiun! Kirishima-kun, I realy,really,really like you, I LOVE YOU!.”

“I love you too, Fujiyoshi-san.”

“Fu…Fueee…I’m so happy that Kirishima-kun said that to me. - What?” 𝗳𝘳𝒆𝘦𝑤𝐞𝚋𝗻𝚘𝘷𝘦𝙡.𝑐𝐨𝘮

The strangely realistic reply smacked her in the ear and she came to her senses instantly.

Before Yuri’s consciousness had completely regained its normal state, something soft and warm-stroked around Yuri’s waist and around her neck.

“Hyoaaaah!”

At the sensation of having her bare skin caressed through her school uniform, Yuri couldn’t help but let out a strange scream.

She quickly held her mouth, but now was not the time to be embarrassed by such a scream.

She twisted her head in an awkward, robotic motion and recognized the presence behind her as a definite presence.

“Ki, Kirishima-kun!”

Yuri’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she felt her beloved face close to hers.

The arm around her waist draws her body closer, and her back and Ran’s abdomen come into contact.

But such a romantic embrace is soothing only for a moment.

In the meantime, Yuri’s cheeks flushed and she turned her head as she felt the warmth of her body drifting behind her.

“Eh, HyaHyauu, No, no, no, Kirishima-kun! That part of the body, Kirishima-kun.…”

What difference does it make to expose this situation?

The outstretched arm dives into the skirt, and in the hand is a puppet, obviously modeled after a young boy.

But before that…

“And ……, where did you hear that?”

“Where did you like it?”

The answer to the question was dodgy, and Ran pulled Yuri’s lower abdomen closer.

When Yuri tilted her face, her eyes met Ran’s, whose face was upturned.

Ran’s eyes are as keen and hungry as a hawk’s when it finds its prey, and Yuri trembles with fear.

When the predator-like eyes caught her, Yuri relaxed her body and let her body rest on Ran’s body.

Her hands and her thighs, which had been closed due to the tension, relaxed, and the Ran puppet, which had been burying its face between Yuri’s legs, fell to the floor with a thud.

Ran picks up the puppet on the floor while holding Yuri in his arms. After a few moments of staring at it, Ran smiled meaningfully, as if he knew what was going on.

“You’re free to do as you please……”

“Well, don’t mind me”

Ran thinks this is the part where he should comfort her and tell her not to be desperate, but Ran, who went all the way to the library to have sex with Yuri, would never go through such a troublesome procedure.

Ran cupped Yuri’s weak cheeks in his hands and tilted her face. Yuri blushes, remembering what she did with the puppet just a moment ago. A soft touch plays on her mouth and her breath mixes with it. After a few touches and kisses, a warm tongue slips between the overlapping lips.

Yuri’s body jumps in response to the raw feeling and body heat, which is different from the imaginary puppet.

Ran can hear her breathing through her mouth as she makes an obscene water drop sound. Her hips buckle as she loses all strength at the sensation of having her mouth played with. Wrapped in Ran’s arms, Yuri is thrown down with a thud. Their tongues are separated and their caged breaths escape.

Yuri is sandwiched between the floor and Ran’s body. The feeling of the cold hard floor is transmitted to the body through the uniform, and the body heat of the beloved partner penetrates the back and waist softly.

The warmth of the covered body moves around in the air. The sound of youthful uniforms rubbing against uniforms, the process of growing from a child into an adult - the sound of the rough breathing of adolescent boys and girls - fills the quiet library.

The object, which is hard and soft with a perfect hardness, is pressed firmly against Yuri’s buttocks.

Her arms are put around Ran, her hips are stroked, and her cardigan and sailor suit are rolled up together.

The coldness of the floor can be felt directly on the lower abdomen, which is exposed, but the discomfort is not so great, thanks to a heartbeat that is so hot that it cancels out such a small coldness in an instant.

Feeling the hot rhythm of her heartbeat, Yuri picked up a cushion from beside her and tucked it under her face.

This evening, right here, right in front of her desk, she would be deliciously consumed by Ran.

This is the place where the boy’s sword is inserted into the girl’s scabbard, right in front of the entrance of the storeroom, in full view of the corridor, where there is no convenient partition such as a door.

Tormented by excitement, nervousness, anxiety, and other emotions, Yuri’s thought processes carved out a haphazard foundation. She buries her feverish face in the cushion and relaxes her body.

“Please be gentle, please.”

“I’m not going to do anything you dislike, Fujiyoshi-san.”

With these words whispered in her ear, the anxiety that had been swirling in Yuri’s chest was blown away by the excitement and anticipation that arose.

What was left was excitement, anticipation, nervousness, lust, greed, sexual desire, instinct, rationality, relief, sadness, love, and the desire for Ran, which dominated Yuri’s whole body.

“Kirishima-kun.”

Yuri tilts her face up and looks at Ran, who is still covered.

She wiped her eyes, which were moist with excitement, and cleared her throat, feeling as if she were being raped by his gaze.

“…… Make love to me as much as you can until I’m satisfied.”

“Of course I will.”

Yuri’s head was stroked and she buried her face in the cushion again.

Her young body, now made up both physically and emotionally, was screaming from everywhere for the body of her beloved opposite sex.

If she didn’t do this - if she didn’t pretend to be embarrassed and cover her mouth with the cushion - she would probably make a lot of naughty noises in front of Ran.