Yuji was always so sweet in public—always the golden boy everyone knew and was fond of, kissing your forehead and holding your hand. But the second he got you alone? He was nasty for it. Addicted. He was so perfect and charming to you in every single way but there was just one thing he kept from you, one thing that he tried his very best to kept concealed away in fear of weirding you out—his perveted nature. He’d always be staring at your ass, having to adjust himself—going crazy over the tiny skirts you wear, the peek of your pink panties underneath. He’d always ‘accidentally’ press up against you when helping you with anything, letting you feel him but not going further. And, don’t even get him started on laundry day; he’d dig through your clothes while tossing them in the dryer, just to find your worn panties, pressing them against his face pathetically. He even has a whole folder of pictures of you in his phone—ones you don’t even know about. It’ll be secret ones he took of the panties you were wearing, so he’d have something to jerk off to later.