/jp/ - Otaku Culture

[Anonymous No.]

We have a Rika thread, why not a Sextoko thread?

[Anonymous No.]

Because you never post one/lack of interest in postan one.

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[Anonymous No.]

>>1832933
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[Anonymous No.]

I'd her nii-nii

[Anonymous No.]

>>1832942
XD

[Anonymous No.]

I wish to be the Nii-Nii.

[Anonymous No.]

Sextoko turns everyone into pedophiles.

[Anonymous No.]

>>1832987
But she has boobs.

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[Anonymous No.]

>>1832997
That's the point. She's gateway loli.

[Anonymous No.]

>Sextoko

[Anonymous No.]

Weak bladder control is moe.

[Anonymous No.]

>>1833093
The club resumes it's normal activities for the moment. Mion shows no sign of having to pee as she talks with the others. Rika also seems cheerful, giggling as the club leader teases the only male member. Her bladder is of the same size as the blonde's, but she has superior mental strength and willpower in comparison, and easily endures it. Rena, however, isn't doing so good. Despite being a few years older than Rika, she actually has less stamina and needs to make regular trips to the bathroom. She gives a worried sigh and presses her legs together, but doesn't bring it up in their conversation.

This continues for several minutes, when Satoko notices the tip of her pencil is dull. She seems to feel fine now, there is a very faint ache in her abdomen but it honestly doesn't feel like she's holding back very much urine. "I guess... maybe it went away..." Thinks the young girl, unaware that her kegal muscles have merely become numb. She calmly stands up and takes her pencil over to the sharpener next to the door, but just as she reaches up a sudden strong urge comes over her.

"Iyaaaaa!"

Everyone turns to look in suprise as they hear her cry out. She drops the pencil and thrusts her hands into her crotch, trying frantically to hold back the flood that threatens to come out. As hard as she pushes her bladder seems to push back harder, forcing the warm liquid to a hair's distance of it's escape. She hops from foot to foot as it feels funny to be so close to losing it, and this drains the last of her natural endurance.

The other students watch with intensity as her skirt becomes soaked turns dark towards the bottom. A torrent of urine soon follows, spilling out on to the floor beneath her. A small puddle forms where she is standing, having only a faint scent and a slight yellow color to it. Satoko leans against the door and takes a moment to catch her breath. When she turns around, a blurry figure can be seen standing next to her.