highchool dxd: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

“highchool dxd” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “highchool dxd” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “highchool dxd” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “highchool dxd”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “highchool dxd” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.