Yahari Oregairu

Iroha a best. A BEST.

No.

Iroha is genuine.
Iroha will win.

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I want a Iroha.

What is the best use for Iroha when it's summer?

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Yukino is the most best though.

The patrician's choice is still a Yui x Yukinon x Hachiman threesome ending.

I'm fine with this.

Finally, perfect taste.

WHERE DO THE EARS GO?

CAT MAGIC

Hachiman

> Has dead eyes
> Is routinely called gross and creepy by every other girl
> A loner with no friends
> Career prospects are limited
> A pessimist with a dull personality
> Voice never changes tone
> Not athletic
> Awkward as fuck
> Not "geniune"

How is it that this guy has 3 attractive girls wanting his cock? At least the fat guys in manga Sup Forums hates have personality and some charm, what is the appeal of this fag?

You lost me.

He looks 8/10 if you don't count eyes and only ONE(1) girl likes him, second one just got her dog saved by him and third one is Iroha, who never actually liked him, it's all a faced, a blantant lie

Technically Yui also likes him.

Thats what I said dipshit, Yui likes him. Learn to fucking to read.

We are going to make this RomCom great again!

Why does Haruno consider Yukino's dependency on Hachiman an ugly thing?

It's okay to rely on friends, right Sup Forums?

I want to be teased by Iroha

No, you are saying a girl who got her dog saved by 8man doesn't actually like him. The reality is that Yui loves her Hikki and Yukino does not like Yui's Hikki.

>3rd in his school in the humanities (doesn't put the effort into math)

>Self sacrificing

>Comes up with out of the box solutions / innovative

>8/10 without the eyes. Yukinon has a fetish for his Pan-san eyes anyway.

>Good older brother

>8inch

Why is Iroha flashing her butt to 8man?

What's her endgame?

Because she's cheap and easy.

A gang bang involving 8man, Hayama, Tobe and her true love Zaimokuza

MYGA

Only one way to do that. Have a Sensei end.

I don't even remember this character

Nope, they're all shit. Iroha is the only one who can fix this.

Too busy getting fucked in the missionary position by Tobe to do anything worthwhile

Fanfics are nice and all because they help deal with defeat but it's time to stop and it's time to look foward.
Come on user, you can do it.

/10 without the eyes. Yukinon has a fetish for his Pan-san eyes anyway.
Nope. She was bone dry and mildly nauseous when he started into her eyes.

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She's too cute

Her haircolor reminds me of poop.

Only one girl has poop colored hair and it's little wonder why she's worst girl.

Lies, he always stares at her and she doesn't mind

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You're right. Both Iroha and Orimoto.

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>Body of a porn star
>Heart of a pure angel
>Great taste in everything
>Colorful personality

Why is she a cake

Because you're making shit up and that's not how sensei has been depocted in the LN or the anime.

I want a Yukino.

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Has Saki considered being a prostitute?

I demand a webm of this and laughing Yukino behind book.

>demands
>doesn't add "please"

You would think that with a body like hers, she'd be in high demand

>"Senpai, where do you usually go?"

>"Home."

Isshiki tugs on the elbow of my sleeve. "Wh-which way is it to your house?"

Isshiki's tone turned hesitant and she stared at me wide-eyed. You're kind of scaring me, Iroha-chan. With Isshiki's silent intensity pressuring me, I coughed and started walking off into the direction home, shoving my hands into my pockets.

>"A home date . . ." Isshiki whispered with a doubtful look and then quickly stepped up to my side. After a moment of seemingly thinking, she promptly locked her arms with mine.

>"I'm sorry, something this lovey-dovey seems like something Hayama-sempai would do, so I'd like to try it with you, senpai."

Oh hoh, this little girl. . . There were plenty of things about me that were lovey-dovey in regards to my imouto, you know? Then again, it's not like I never did this with Komachi either, so it's not a big deal.

I mean, right now, I was pretty darn nervous, so If I were alone in my room with Isshiki, I don't think I'd be able to calm down.

>"Tadaima. . ." That's right Komachi is out doing a study group with her friends and going to go karaoke the rest of the night. How embarassing calling out to an empty house, better laugh it off. "Eh-heh. . ." So I really will be all alone with Isshiki.

>"Soooo senpai, what do you do when you get home?" She said as she bent down to pull her shoes off.

My heart skipped a beat when I turned to her and saw her looking back up to me. "N-not much really. I like to read whatever I picked up at the library or book store. I can kill plenty of time before I have to cook dinner.

>"Do you cook dinner for your whole family?"

>"No, just for myself and my imouto. My parents always work late."

>"Where's your sister now?" She said with a mischievous smile growing on her lips.

>"She'll be out late too. She's with her friends now."

>"I guess tonight, you'll be cooking dinner for me."

Why is she so smug

She knows she's one of the two best girls.

I looked away, trying to hide my uneasiness. "Uh-um I can't make anything right now unless we stop by the store later.

>"That's okay I just want to do what you usually do. So whatever you can make is fine. You said you usually read, right? Why don't I pick out a book for us, something you haven't read yet?"

>"All my books are in my room, it's down this hall on the left. You can go ahead and pick out anything you want. I'll go start making some tea." Is this really happening? My face feels hot. Am I red? I can check in the restroom, while I get this water boiling. Shit did I just let her into my room without cleaning it? Okay boil restroom, clean-up water, and then check room, okay got-it.

My face really is too red, I can just say it was from the cold. Better wash it a little and cool off.

Knock knock. Wait, why am I knocking on my own door. It's not like she's changing in there, is she? Maybe she wants to change into something more comfortable. Komachi is always stealing my shirts and wearing them as a one-piece.

>"H-hey did you find anything yet?"

>"Noooo. Senpai do you mind if I change, I don't like wearing my uniform at home? You should change too."

>"Um. . . of course. You can use my sister's room."

>"I haven't found anything yet, so hurry up. I don't want to walk in on you half-naked. But don't change too fast so that you can sneak a peek."

A SHIT

Why is 8man acting like an awkward loner in front of his crush?

>"As if, I'd be interested in peeking on someone without anything to show." I rudely gestured to her bosom. She stuck her tongue out at me in return as she walked off.

What should I wear today? Damnit it's laundry day and I can't wait for my clothes to dry, while she's hear. All I have are extra school shirts and my shorts with a hole in them. *Whistle* The water's ready. Holy-shorts and undershirt it is then. Please don't laugh.

>Knock knock. "Senpai are you done in there?"

>"I'm in the kitchen. I'm still getting the snacks and tea ready."

Maybe I should grab a blanket and just wear that. I can just say that I like to go around the house with a blanket, when it's cold. Hmm I feel so naked underneath. If I suddenly took it off wearing only shorts and an undershirt, it's like I'm exposing myself. Am I some kind of pervert going around in a trench coat flashing my body to strangers? Nope, nope, no. I can at least hide the hole in my shorts with a couch pillow or under the kotatsu. We don't have couch pillows or a kotatsu.

>"Senpai, I'm ready!" She called out across the house. A look of complete despair has overtaken my face.

Ha. I can cover the hole with a tray and then with my blanket or pillow, if we read in my room. Despair. Am I really going to keep her in my room? There's no other choice.

>"Almost done. Let's read in my room. The heater isn't on too high and we don't have a kotatsu. So we can share our body heat to stay warm like penguins."

Is this that lewd home date fanfic?

Who wouldn't act like a awkward loner in front of the gorgeous young woman(masculine)?

"Hentai. Are you trying to hit on me, senpai? Are you suggesting we mate and become partners for life like penguins. Kimochi warui."

>"Eh hm. I'm not saying we're going to share a blanket."
I said as I tried balancing the tray to cover my shorts with one hand and opening the door with the other. "We should keep the door shut so our built up body heat doesn't leave the . . ."

>"Ah, senpai I hope you don't mind. All I had in my bag were my gym clothes. I didn't want to smell too bad for you."
She conked herself on the head sticking her tongue out as she winked at me.

I have to save this image. F5. F5. F5. She had on one of my clean school shirts with one sleeve stretched out far beyond her fingertips, awkwardly trying to roll up the other. It was long enough to hide her panties, but not long enough to hide her plump milky white thighs. She looked so helplessly tiny. If I fell down right now and accidentally caught a glimpse of what was underneath, I wouldn't be culpable, right?

>"Tee-hee it smells like you even though it's clean. Good thing I wore spats today to stay a little warm."

She turned away and pulled the shirt up to quickly flash her spats. I really do feel like falling over now.

>"So what did you pick out for us."
I said us. How exactly does one read a book together with another person? Isn't reading a solitary activity and discussing it is social? Not that I ever had anyone to discuss my books with.

>"It's a surprise."

The tension in my hands were become so great that cups started to clatter.

"Come on sit down with me."
She said bouncing on my bed.

It felt odd to be invited into your own bed. I lay the tray down and quickly grabbed a pillow to put in my lap, sitting at the head of the bed.

She got back up.
>"We can't read together if you're sitting all the way over there. Thank you for making a seat for me."
She said as she stood up in front of me.

Fuck off Yuckynofag.

>"Yeah. . ."
My eyes were turned down caressing her thighs again, barely paying attention to what she had just said. Did she notice? She turned around and bent over for a second slightly revealing her spats again before firmly placing herself on my lap pillow.

>"Ah. I found something you haven't read yet."

>"How exactly do you know I haven't read it yet. . .?"

>"Well it still has it's packaging on it."

>"S-so where's the book!?" I blurted.

>"I hid it under your mattress. Or rather you hid it under your mattress. " ;3 "The title is "Oppai Monthly: Teachers Edition"[Or insert some generic porn mag]. I wonder what it could be about and why something with a title like this title would entice you. It must be interesting because you bought the school girl, onee-san, and imouto editions."

Under the mattress was the perfect hiding spot against Komachi and my parents. They would think I wouldn't be dumb enough to hide my mags in such an obvious place and look everywhere else but. I even set up an obvious false bottom to my drawers to keep the more tame stuff like "Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Edition"[Or the japanese version]. Maybe this girl is a social-prodigy and can see right through me and can use reverse-reverse psychology against me, or maybe she doesn't know me too well and just looked in the obvious places. What kind of girl would go around looking for porn in a guys room anyways?

>"Senpai, look. Look. Look." She said rhythmically bouncing on every syllable.

She had already opened the packaging and started reading without me noticing. I need to concentrate or else she'll be the one leading
where this date goes. Where exactly is she taking me if she does take full control? Reading we're suppose to be reading right now. Concentrate.

Yes

All the Yukinos are elder god tier. Especially normie Yukino who is in a loving relationship with normie 8man

>8man
>Buying porn mags.

Nigga he's got a phone for that

>"What."

>"Aren't you reading with me? This teacher says she likes to take troubled students to a special club afterschool to help straighten them out. She doesn't take a gentle approach; she's very aggressive. She likes to give them a good "pounding". Doesn't Hiratsuka-sensei do that to you?"

Oddly enough this woman was dressed very similarly to sensei; a vest, a coat, and a collared shirt save for the fact that she didn't wear pants but a skirt that was too short to be practical and no tie for a need to have all her buttons to be buttoned not that she buttoned any of the top four her buttons to begin with. Yui seems to have a similar problem even though she does wear the tie for her uniform. Focus.

>"Yeah. . ."

>She giggled and bounced around some more.

>"She likes to tackle the problems head-on. A hands on approach taken to the heart is good. She likes to be ontop of her students, riding them hard to make sure they cum about. Next page." She said gleefully.

Surely enough on those pages were her fellating a big dildo suctioned onto a desk, another with her firmly grasping it with the tip buried in her cleavage, and the last one, taking up the entire second page, has her ontop of the desk straddling it. The next few pages show her pushing her panties aside and fully inserting it and slowly undoing the rest of her clothes shot from many angles. If there weren't any pictures to accompany those statements, I could say that Hiratsuka sensei were doing those things to me. If I showed this to her, I wonder if she would give me a "pounding" or "beat" me.

It's quiet. Did she stop talking and laughing or was it just me who hasn't been talking. She hasn't changed the page.

>"Neh, do you think something like that would fit in me?"

>"If you worked at it, you could. But these images are fake, the censoring lets them get away with using big props without having to use actual penetration."
I just suggested practicing large insertion to a highschool freshman. I can just picture her putting condoms onto carrots, then cucumbers, and then daikon radishes. Boner please stop. Okay refocus, think about Yukino's flat chest. Small tits, small tits, perky nipples. What would Yukino's nipples look like; pink, brown, big areolas, small areolas. Would she like it if I teased them? She'd probably laugh and tell me that if I could get the nipples of a girl like her hard, I could do so with most others. Not that you'd ever get to touch anyone else's breasts. Don't you feel lucky? Bitch.

>"Let's keep things moving."
I put my hand forward to turn the page, my body shifted slightly on the bed. Iroha suddenly jerked her body in the other direction in response.

>"Eep! Where do you think you're touching me."

To think she'd get startled over something so little and be this defensive, when she's the one who picked out the reading material. Hands accidently brushing against each other and touching happens all the time. There's nothing arousing about feeling the smooth backside of her hand. There's nothing arousing about feeling how much smaller and delicate her hand is to mine. There's nothing arousing about our fingers lining up and intertwining. It's not wrong to want to clench my hand and lock my fingers in and it's not wrong for her to do the same in response. It's not like there's anything lewd about holding someone else's hand, is there?

>"Ha! Could it be that you were making passes at me just now, I’m sorry, for an instant that made my heart skip a bit, but now that I think about it rationally, it really wouldn’t work out."

Irohafags don't think things through when they're writing their garbage fanfiction

My hands are getting sweaty and I can feel her heart beat rising through my finger tips. I can feel her whole body quivering in my lap. This isn't helping my boner at all, at least not in the way I want it to be helped.

>*Cough* "We should take a break and have some snacks. The teas going to get cold."
I quickly pull my fingers out of her firm grasp, releasing her.

>"Yeah, I'm pretty thirsty from reading out loud to you."
She roughly slides her butt off of me, taking the pillow with off with her.

I feel a slight breezy chill from my empty lap. Goddamn you laundry day and goddamn you holy-shorts. Before I could react and grab for the pillow or covers, Iroha had already turned around to hand me a cup of tea that she promptly dropped. Thank god it was not in my lap.

>"S-senpai, what are you doing? Are you trying to sexually harrass me?"

>"Eh-heh, this usually happens when I read those kinds of books."

>"But, why do you have it out?"

>"This is usually what I do when I read these books, and you said we'd do what I usually do."

>"If it's with senpai, I won't mind too much. This is practice, you got it. I'm only doing this for Hayama-senpai."

She got down onto her knees.
>"I don't want you to look, okay. If you look, I'll tell everyone you forced me."

I leaned back and planted my hands under me, and stared at the ceiling.

>"It tastes funny."

>"You can wash the taste out with the tea. I'm starting to feel cold down there now that it's wet, you know."

Yukino doesn't love 8man. It is dependency. She will see him as her platonic friend after this but he will be dating Yui.

>"Hey, I told you not to look."
Thank you desk mirror, I can see her bobbing her head about if I tilt my head enough without her noticing. The tea did make her mouth hotter and each of her breaths are pleasantly warm. She stopped for a moment to look back at the magazine. She isn't gently licking around like an amateur anymore, but actually sucking down like a pro. I couldn't help, but to sit back up and look down at her. She didn't stop to yell at me this time, but looked back up with those big bright eyes. Hnnng.

>"Gyuk. Mbwah, shempai. My jaw hurts and my mouth is getting tired. I wanted to try to put it all in like in the picture, but I think it's getting bigger. Too big."

>"Okay then, lets move onto the next thing she does in the pictures. Go ahead and grab it."
Her hand is really so small or maybe I am too big.
>"You know what, use both hands and hold on more tightly."

>"Won't that hurt? Heh. I can feel your heart beat. . . or is it twitching?"
She continued to fumble around abit trying to get a good grip. I guided her hands to more suitable positions to fully encompass the right zones and showed her a proper stroking motion.

>"This is pretty easy. You thought I looked pretty cute messing up something so simple."

I moved in closer to her. She quickly pulled away, while still stroking.

>"What are you doing? There wasn't any kissing."

>"I'm just moving on to the next part. See."
I gestured back to the magazine. I moved back in to unbutton her shirt as she kept stroking away. My shirt really. One button, two buttons, three buttons, four. This girl wasn't wearing a bra underneath my shirt. "No bra, huh."

>"It was sweaty. Today, I had P.E. Remember? I don't need one anyways. I'm really perky. PERKY."

>"You're just a bit smaller. Well not everyone can be as blessed as Yui or Hiratsuka."
Then I felt a sharp pain as she clamped down with all her might.
>"Ngh. We can still do this part."

>"How?"

>"First let go. Okay. Now use your hands to push 'em together. Yeah just like that. I'll try to move this time. Maybe you should open your shirt all the way too."

>"No, I don't want you to see them."

>"Why, not?" Are they pink, brown, big areolas, small areolas?

>"You'll just keep calling them small." I guess I can't complain then.

Squeak squeak. This is alot harder than I imagined. Getting into the right position and moving is really difficult with such a small margine of error. Iroha tried moving too, but we both failed to stay in rhythm. This was more trouble than it was worth. Never going to do paizuri with someone small again. I might not get a chance to do this again. Or even a chance to do it with someone with the right size. Maybe Iroha is still growing and might need more "practice". Yeah, next time.

>"I think we should move on."

>"Ehhhhhh, but that's. . ."

>"Right, I don't even have any protection."

>"No, I want to keep going. But it would be bad, if you came inside."

>"I won't."

>"I won't get mad, if you did. Ah, you definitely can't look this time, or I'll kill you."

So it's okay if I blow my load inside you, but I'm not allowed to see. . .

>"We can slide your panties to the side . . . Oh wait you're wearing spats. How much were your spats?"

>"What kind of question is that? Why does it matter?"

>"Well if you want to try all different positions she's doing and you don't want me to look, we can just make a hole like the one in my shorts."
Or I could just wear a blindfold or turn off the lights, but I don't have to tell her that.

>"I guess we can't doing anything else about it."

I got the scissors from my desk and asker her to hold the shirt up. Even though the spats were a dark black I could clearly see a
large wet spot. I could even smell it as I got close. I could definitely feel the wetness too as I pinched and pulled it to make a clean safe cut. Her juices made short bands as I slowly pulled off the piece. I could even make a band of her juices between my fingers. This girl was ready.

>"Hey, no looking."
She slapped my hands away and covered herself. She pushed me back onto the bed. She took a long look at my dick and looked back at the magazine. She traced the size of the dildo trying to measure how big it might be in person.

>"Y'know senpai, I think you might be bigger."
But she continued on and straddled me anyways.

>"It's just an illusion. I'm just not a very heavy guy so it just looks bigger on me. And that pictures photoshopped. The dildo, her breasts, and everything was photoshopped to look bigger."
Wait if the dildo was photoshopped to look bigger then wouldn't that mean I actually was bigger.They do make dildoes in odd numbers 4, 5, 6, 9, 12 inches. There's a good chance I am. They don't call me the 8"man for no reason.

That seemed to work anyways. She looked less hesitant.

However, she was fumbling around again. She tried to sit down on it in one go. Like quickly ripping off a bandaid to avoid slow agonizing pain. But she missed completely because she didn't use her hands to guide it in. This time she tried at least getting the tip in and then slamming down, but she was still struggling with that.

>"I'm sorry I guess I didn't cut the hole big enough."

She reached over to grab the scissors, but I didn't let her. I pulled her up, reached down passed her butt, and fingered around her hole. One, two, three, four fingers in. I ripped that bitch wide open. She was shocked from the sound of her spats tearing.

>"What am I supposed to wear when I go home, you idiot?"

>"You still have your P.E. clothes. You can wear the pants under your skirt."

>"Hmph."

With one hand I positioned my cock without her knowing and let her back down. Quick like ripping off a bandaid.

>"Ahh! Argh!"

>"H-hey."

She bit down on my shoulder. Was this like electroshock therapy, did she need something to bite down on so she won't bite her own tongue? Or was this more like torture, so she wouldn't scream. Well, she not the only one bleeding now, is she?

>"I'm sorry."

>"I knew it was going to hurt, but not like this. I wonder if it would've hurt more if I tried doing it myself. Hm?"
She said with a strained voice.

Her breathing was no longer shallow and returned to a more natural cadence.

>"Do you want to start moving? You can bite down again, if you need to. But you're going to be biting the pillow this time."

She stared at me teary-eyed and gave a slight nod. I started to gently rock her whole body back and forth with my arms. She continued to wince and bite her lip,holding her breath for what seemed like over half an hour. Then she loosened up, or to be more exact relaxed. She was breathing heavily and erratically, but at least she was trying to breath.

Time to kick it up a notch. I put my hips into motion and put my hands onto hers.

>"Ha-huh-ha-Hachiman. . ."

>"Just focus on breathing."

She was getting tight again. No it was more like she was sucking me back in everytime I pull out.

>"Hey, don't you think you should start moving too? The girl in the magazine didn't use a mechanical dildo or even a vibrating one."

>"Okay stop, I can't do this if you're moving."

She got started and gained confidence pretty quickly. I placed my hands back at her hips to help move her butt up and down. She caught on and we got in rhythm.

Gear 3rd! I started moving my hips again and pushing and pulling her more aggressively with my hands, practically slamming her against my own body. I should probably slow down. She's really tiny. I might break her pelvis. I already broke one thing of hers already. Who cares, she's not trying stopping me.

>"Ah-ah-I. Told. You. Ah-ah. Not. To. Ah-move."

Her hot breathe hits my face with every pant. I let my hands go. We drop back down to 2nd gear. And I pull our faces together.

>"I said no kiss--ng. Mm. Ng. Haaaah. Hmm."

I can still feintly taste my own blood in her mouth. She might have bit her lip too hard and that's her blood I'm tasting. How erotic exchanging blood and saliva at the same time. What other body fluid can we exchange next? My dick is covered in her pussy juice, so I should cover her insides with mine. I shouldn't have thought about that yet or at all.

>"Ha-haa. I might cum soon."

>"Mwp. Mwp. Mmm."

>"Hey, we should stop."

>"But I haven't cum yet. Ladies first y'know. I'm almost there. Just hold on a little more or I'll get angry. Help me out. Put your hands back where they were."

And we were back where we were.

>"Hnnnn. Ha-ha. Don't stop kissing me either."

It's going to hard to keep kissing while breathing this hard. Wait. Okay. I think I got it. We can just thrash our tongues around. Or not. . .

>"Ha-Ha-Hachi-maaaaan. . . I'm."

>"Stop. Stop. Stop. Don't. Going to cum too."

>"I-AH. Ah-CAAAN'T."

I try to push her tiny frame off of me, but she had already locked her legs around me before I relized. I couldn't either. We both settle down. I cuddle up to her. I start to stroke her hair away from her face and come in for another kiss.

>"You’re a bit shameless to think you can act like a boyfriend just because we came together, I’m sorry, please do that only after we do this a few more times.”

>"A few more times?"

>"You said we can try out all the positions she's doing. Then we can try copying another girl from the magazine next time."

>"Next time?"

>"Since you came in me already, you can cum inside again. You'd better take responsibility, senpai."

End.

And while all this was going on, Komachi was peeping and touching herself, wishing that 8man was doing to her what he was doing to Iroha.

He'll date Yui for a few weeks and then they'll break up. Then he'll date Iroha for a few weeks and then they'll break up. Then he'll go out with Yukino and they will grow old together and have many handsome and beautiful children and grandchildren

Holy shit fuck off

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Posting end game pairing

Hayama will end up with Yumiko. A shit boy deserves a shittier girl

Lewd fic when?

Doujin where 8man fucks the Yukino clones when

Iroha is a slut.

Only for 8man

8man is a manwhore

Best girl, least shit route

You wouldn't drink warm lemonade Irohasu.

God I miss S1 designs. They were great and are a hell of a lot closer to the LN designs than S2's.

Well Trump won, so seeing how all the odds are against Iroha too. I actually believe she will win in the end. Then Yahari will go down as the best romance comedy of the decade.

Choose your secondary girl waifu

The Yukino one always gets me. I think it is the way she touches Hachiman's face that's so sensual.

Well she is touching her husband

Good Irohasu, everyone!

Good Irohasu to you too.

That route was also shit.

Saki was the only route that wasn't shit. That is because she will win.

Lets kiss, Iroha-chan!

>so cute she's making Yumiko question her sexuality

They're both strongly cuntsexual. They're just doing that to seek his attention