That cheerleader was so engrossed in practicing that she didn't even notice her skirt flipping up, while I was already... (Sakakibara Moe SNOS-189)

With an innocent smile, she asked my childhood friend, "Meng." She was enthusiastic about practicing after joining the cheerleading team, but perhaps too enthusiastically. Her legs were raised high, her crotch was spread wide open without warning, and her miniskirt was flipped up… She didn't notice. How much of my rationality had been eroded by those soft, white panties? The way she rubbed her thighs in the classroom, the way she crawled on all fours searching for things in the library—all of it involved her panties. Reaching my limit, I buried my face in her buttocks, inhaling her sweet scent. This was the first time I'd ever smelled this good. I silenced her resistance with my mouth, forcibly removed the sacred white fabric, and inserted my penis. The violation of my important childhood friend—the sense of transgression and the warmth of her raw flesh through the tight panties—excited me even more.