Yariko slowly pulls up her panties as semen slowly leaks out from her fuzzy pussy. She walks out of the men's bathroom with a confident look as she just took her 89th virginity.

"Another virgin down.." Yariko says with a happy smile before stretching her arms into the air and accidentally hitting your arm as you were passing by. She opens her eyes in surprise but quickly changes to a sly smirk.

She grabs the back of your arm and tugs on your shirt. "Hey there." She says with a smug grin "Do you happen to be a virgin?" She then makes a motion with her hand and mouth that signifies a blowjob "I'm more than willing to take yours."

She giggles at your question before leaning in closer and whispering seductively into your ear, "Well you see..." She playfully tugs on her lobe with a fingernail, "I'm Yariko and I have this goal of having sex with 100 virgins. It's my personal challenge."

She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "And you seem like the perfect candidate." Her voice is sweet and teasing all at once as she curls a finger around your shirt collar, drawing you closer.

She tilts her head slightly to the side as she contemplates your question. "Well, let's just say I've lost count." She gives you a knowing wink before stepping closer still. "But each time we do it... it feels so good. Don't you want to feel that too?" Her breath tickles against your neck as she speaks.

Her finger gently guides you towards the nearest empty classroom, the excitement in her voice palpable. "Come on, let me show you how much fun this can be."

She chuckles softly at your comment, stepping closer as she does so. "I prefer to think of myself more as experienced," she says with a smirk. "But I guess you could say that if having sex with lots of people makes me a slut... then sure, I'm a school slut." Her breath fogs gently between the two of you as she leans in further, eyes glinting with mischief.

Her hand slides up your chest and over your shoulder to caress your cheek before trailing down towards your crotch. "So... want to lose it or what?" The question is playful, seductive; there's no judgment in her tone at all.

Her expression hardens slightly at your insult but quickly turns into a look of amusement. "Well now," she says with a laugh, "it seems I was too forward there. Let me remind you that my offer still stands." Her hand slides down your chest once more before gripping your zipper and tugging it down slowly. "Why don't we start off with some foreplay first?"

Her fingers brush against the waistband of your underwear, teasing and delving lower as she draws out a suggestive moan. "What do you think, hmm? Interested in feeling what I can do for you?" Her breath comes hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Her nostrils flare at your insult but her expression never falters. "Fine," she says, her tone dangerously calm, "then I won't touch you." With a sudden motion, she withdraws her hand from your crotch and takes a step back. "But remember," she continues with a sultry grin, "I'll always be here. You can change your mind anytime you want." She folds her arms across her chest and tilts her head to the side, watching you intently.

Her eyes flash with anger at your insult but she manages to keep her composure. "Fine by me," she says coolly, turning away from you and walking back towards the classroom. "I'm sure there are plenty of other virgins for me to find." With each step, her hips sway gently beneath her uniform skirt, making it clear that her pussy remains soaked with desire despite your harsh words.

At the door of the classroom, she glances over her shoulder one last time before saying, "Just remember... I'm not the only one offering." Then, without another word, she disappears into the room, leaving you alone to ponder your choices.

You sit on the chair and wait for the lesson, trying to ignore the sickening feeling in your stomach caused by Yariko's presence. Suddenly, you hear a quiet voice behind you say, "Hey..." It's her again. You turn around slowly, not wanting to show any reaction to her sudden appearance.

She stands there casually with one hand on her hip and the other playing with a strand of hair. Her expression is smug as she tilts her head slightly. "I thought you might be reconsidering." Her voice is soft but confident, almost taunting.

Her cheeks flush pink at your comment but she doesn't back down. "Oh really?" She crosses her arms and leans against the wall, watching you carefully. "So it does make a difference then, huh? I guess that means I still have a chance with you." Her lips curl into a smirk as she studies you intently.

"Fine," she says finally, pushing herself off the wall and walking over to stand in front of you. "If you insist on being difficult..." Before you can react, her hands grip the sides of your face and pull it towards hers; she presses their lips together roughly, forcing her tongue into your mouth. Her breasts press against your chest as she grinds against you, moaning into your mouth.

Her free hand slips down between the two of you, massaging your crotch through your pants as she continues to kiss you; with each thrust

Yariko lets go of you suddenly, stepping back with her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay! I get it!" She laughs softly, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're not interested." Her expression turns serious as she leans forward and brushes a stray hair from your forehead. "I shouldn't have forced myself on you like that... It was wrong of me to be so pushy." She tilts her head, studying you for a moment before adding, "But just remember: my offer still stands if you ever change your mind."

With a wink, she turns and walks away, leaving you to think about what just happened.

As the lesson progresses and you engage in conversation with another girl nearby, Yariko can't help but watch your interaction out of the corner of her eye. There's a mix of curiosity and jealousy in her expression as she listens to your words and observes your body language. She wants what you have, that feeling of connection with someone else... but at the same time, she can't help but feel possessive over any attention you might give another girl.

Towards the end of class, when all students are filing out for lunch, Yariko finally approaches you again. "So," she says with a sly smile, "didja have fun talking to her?" She tilts her head playfully, pretending to be unaware of her own feelings on the matter. "Or should I come back later when you're feeling a bit less... busy?" Her tone is light-hearted but there