He could be in trouble if someone saw him. Ejaculating like this after school in a grade school classroom was not an appropriate thing to do. Where is my semen going? Tengo's garbled mind wondered. The violent spasm went on for several seconds, releasing a great deal of semen in a powerful surge. In the next second, Tengo realized that he was ejaculating. He could see that her mouth was slightly open and her lips were making delicate, rippling movements as if groping in space to form some kind of words. He remained incapable of moving his body, and she, eyes closed, perched on top of him like a lightning rod, stopped moving. Having brought Tengo deep inside her, Fuka-Eri remained utterly still, as did Tengo, feeling himself deep inside of her. Neither Sonny and Cher nor three-digit multiplication nor complex mathematics had managed to bring it down. Had the erection continued the whole time he was sleeping? Or was this a new erection, following the relaxation of the first (like Prime Minister So-and-So's Second Cabinet)? How long was I sleeping? But what's the difference? I'm still erect now, and it shows no sign of subsiding. Both appeared to be turned outward, trying to listen closely to something – something like a distant bell. A freshly made ear and a freshly made vagina look very much alike, Tengo thought.
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