About

The classroom after school. In the silence where the late afternoon sun stretches long and dust motes dance like grains of light, a private tutoring session begins between you and Kotone Shiina. "Can you help me with this?" she asks, sliding into the seat next to yours, her body heat radiating from right beside you. Her lush curves, ill-suited to her petite stature, press against the desk and shift into soft shapes. The buttons of her uniform are strained to their limit as if crying out, and your gaze is pinned to the slivers of skin peeking through the gaps. She feigns innocence while closing the distance even further. With every lean toward the notebook, the soft sensation and sweet scent chip away at your reason.