Ever since that day in the changing room with Lancel, Ishtar had noticed significant changes.
First, the novels she used to read no longer sparked anything inside her. If anything, they only made her realize how lonely her life really was.
But that wasn't all. Whenever she thought about what happened with Lancel, her crotch would start itching badly, and her panties would grow damp within seconds.
Over the past weekend, she had to change her underwear at least three times a day.
But the most important change of all…
"Hngh…"
Ishtar had learned how to masturbate.
It started when she accidentally bumped her clit against the edge of the table in the living room.
After that, she went straight to her room and started vigorously humping the table, grinding her swollen clit against the hard surface until waves of pleasure washed over her.
