Then you see I'm moving my hand around my crack under the blankets.I moan again and you can see me moving in time to my breath. Drool is hanging from ...y slack lips. That's when you realize I'm playing with myself and enjoying it. You feel a twitch between your legs. As you watch closer you think I'm slowly finger fucking my own ass. You feel repulsed and it turns you on.Embarrassed, you turn away and start back to your room. You hear me moan again and again. The thought of what I'm doing feels. The message opened up to show a contract of some kind, titled ‘System-Bound Contract’.“What the fuck is this?”, Hayabusa shouted out. Although I would have put it less eloquently than him, I also had the same thought. Anything that mentioned the word ‘System’ had me on edge, ever since the fateful night of the inception of this system on the planet.“It’s a contract, whose executioner is the system governing the Grand Order itself. It’s mighty expensive, I am telling you. Cost me a pretty. Her mind raged a war with itself - Desire fought loyalty then it came to her. Neither had to lose. When she returned to the table she glanced at Mr. 106 and smiled, she needed him to feel reassured and at ease for her plan to work. For the next hour or so the night continued with the banter and laughter and she looked at her watch. It was 10.45. As soon as the next round of drinks was fetched she said she was tired and told them she was going to her room. This was met by protest and request to. I was having some trouble understanding some of the current work and it would be quicker and easier to ask the teacher than work it out myself. That being what teachers are for, after all, as opposed to the Dipstick-type of self-serving 'teacher'.That got me thinking about the difference between Dipstick and Mr. Barrett, the middle-school Math teacher who had been so helpful to me when I first advanced a grade. Mr. Barrett had put time and effort into helping me for no reason other than to help.