
Artist's commentary
My favorite class president is being embraced by a man who is not me, right in front of me.
That day after school, when I returned to the classroom after finishing up my chores for the committee as usual [pixiv #11606452 »]
That day, I was standing in front of the classroom door, unable to look away from what the class president and that guy were doing.
My mind went blank, and I couldn't think of anything else, and the next thing I knew, I had ejaculated into my pants.
Even when they finished what they were doing in front of me and the two of them approached me to leave the classroom, I was stunned and unable to move.
That guy found me there, noticed the stain on my uniform pants, took a picture of me with his phone and threatened me.
After that, I started to be called in at this time after school almost every day.
As a spectator for the class president and that guy's sex.
My pants were pulled down, my hands and feet were tied so I couldn't move, and I was shown everything from a "front row seat.''
Even though I was close enough to feel the class president's breath, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even lay a finger on the class president.
I wasn't allowed to take part in the act, nor was I allowed to jerk off while watching, so I could only watch with a hard erection so strong it hurt.
Even when I closed my eyes tightly because it was painful to watch, I could hear voices...breathing...the sounds of wetness and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh...
...The class president after school is no longer the class president I like.
The class president who moans like an animal, sticks out her tongue, tosses her hair around, and seeks him with lewd expressions and words
is a completely different person from the quiet, gentle-eyed girl who sat next to me. The girl I loved...is no longer...
But...
The eyes that stare into the face of a man who is not me are the same as the eyes that peered into my face...
The voice that calls the name of a man who is not me is the same as the voice that called me by name...
I don't understand anymore...
The love I feel for the class president...and my current feelings...everything.
...All I know is that the sexual excitement is stronger than the pain in my chest...
My thing is erect to the limit...I don't care what happens, I just want to ejaculate quickly...
I tried drawing a continuation of a previous drawing. The second and third pictures are variations with no text and no text and effects. [Postscript] The butt was number one in the survey responses...