[ Priorities indeed. The fourteen year old, confident in having made his point (even if he wasn't sure quite how that point had been made right there. Maybe she really was a bit of a ditz?) grins, pushes off the counter, and sets to work on getting the ingredients. Koji isn't nearly the savant that Junko is nor the wordsmith that Yamato was on paper (and seriously how did someone so bad at talking write such good essays? Weirdo) but he was good at memorization. Math in particular, at least at his grade level, came exceedingly naturally to him simply because even if she rattled off that whole list in one go he could accurately recall everything on it.
It's perhaps because of that he pointedly doesn't stare at her stripping, instead just fulfilling his duty as he was asked and only stealing glances as he went about that.
Still ] Hey, I could so plenty more than that. Give me five more minutes and I'll make your pussy wet to match.
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It's perhaps because of that he pointedly doesn't stare at her stripping, instead just fulfilling his duty as he was asked and only stealing glances as he went about that.
Still ] Hey, I could so plenty more than that. Give me five more minutes and I'll make your pussy wet to match.