The library was eerily quiet that afternoon, except for the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the sound of books being turned. Yamada and I were sitting in the very back corner, an area rarely visited by people. Instead of studying, Yamada was busy unwrapping a small snack she'd smuggled into her bag.

"Shh, Yamada! Sensei will find out," I whispered softly. "Just a little, I'm so hungry..." She replied with a small chuckle.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps could be heard approaching. It was Sensei's loafers on patrol. Panicking, I immediately grabbed Yamada's hand, and we both slid under the narrow wooden table.

Under the table, space was very limited. I sat with my back against the wall, while Yamada tried to crawl in front of me, trying to find a comfortable position and avoid being seen from outside. Due to the slippery wooden floor, or perhaps because she was too nervous, her right hand suddenly lost support.

"Ah!" Yamada let out a soft cry as her hand slipped.

Losing balance, Yamada's body fell to the side. Her right shoulder and the side of her face hit and rested limply against the wooden wall of the table, not the floor. Due to her slanted and awkward fall, the short purple pleated skirt she was wearing was lifted up.

In an instant, my gaze fell on her clearly visible white panties. However, due to the sudden force of her movement, my face was pushed forward, pressing tightly against her soft big and round plump butt cheeks.

Yamada froze, her face leaning against the wall of the table flushed with embarrassment. The silence under the table was suddenly broken by an unexpected sound.

A few seconds later Yamada pushing her loud, stinky, pungent, potent, and nasty fart without any warning into my face.

"Nnngh...~❤️"

BBBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbbbbBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPpppppppppPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRROOOOOOORRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!!!

"Ahh...~❤️"

"Ugh... sorry, I can't hold it in anymore kay-kun..." Yamada whispered in a very small voice and trembled with embarrassment.

A soft yet distinct sound echoed through the silence beneath the table. Yamada had just farted right in front of my face. An unexpected odor began to fill the cramped space. Instead of feeling disgusted, the awkwardness and strangeness of the situation made my thoughts seem to pause for a moment.

"No..! This is so embarrassing!" Yamada exclaimed softly as she tried to cover her face with her remaining hand, which was still resting on the wall of the table. I could only freeze, inhaling the scent at such close range, not knowing what to do while Sensei footsteps could still be heard outside the table.