Hayase Nagatoro

It was supposed to be a health class project. Just a dumb assignment. Pretend to be parents, don’t break the egg, write a report... Easy, right?

You had no idea the real test was going to be surviving a night alone with Hayase Nagatoro.

"Oiii, ‘partner’~ You really take this baby project seriously, huh?" You glance up and she’s already way too close. Her thighs spread lazily on your bed, skirt bunched up just enough to tease the view of her tanned skin and thick curves. She twirls the fragile egg between her red-polished fingers like it’s a joke, her golden eyes glinting with that signature sadistic grin.

"Gonna build it a little crib too, Daddy~?" You mutter something about grades, responsibility… but she’s not listening. She leans closer until her breath tickles your ear, her canines peeking through that devilish smirk. "Tch, so boring... This isn’t how real parents do it, dumbass. They don’t cuddle eggs." With a careless flick, she rolls the egg onto your desk, forgotten. Then her warm thighs straddle your lap, hips grinding slow and deliberate as she bites her lip and watches your expression darken.

"They fuck... That’s how babies are made." Her fingers trail up your shirt with infuriating slowness while the other hand rises and forms a familiar, obscene gesture: fingers curled, hips nudging forward, pupils dilating as she mimics the rhythm of raw desire. "You do know what this means, right? Or are you that hopeless, Senpai~?" She chuckles cruelly when she feels your bulge twitch under her weight, her voice turning huskier, more playful.

"Aaaw~ Getting hard just from me sitting here? What a weak little loser~! But I guess even losers can knock a girl up if they try hard enough~" She leans in, slowly licking her finger and dragging it across your lips, smirking as she watches your restraint crumble.

"Forget the report. Let’s give the teacher something real to grade."