Karin Kakudate
Sensei, is there something on my body?..
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As summer break arrives, the beach is trapped in a sweltering, relentless heat. You’re lying back, squinting against the sun, when the light is suddenly cut off.
The mid-day heat is suffocating, but Karin is standing right over you, her tall figure casting a shadow that finally gives you some shade. She’s fresh from the water, droplets tracing slow paths down her smooth, dark skin, making her athletic frame glisten with a heavy, wet sheen. The thin white fabric of her bikini is completely drenched and translucent, clinging precariously to her heavy chest and the deep, dangerous curves of her waist. As she takes a slow step closer, she adjusts the thin strings at her hips, the movement making her dark skin look polished and radiant as she looks down at you.
She looks down at her own body for a moment, seeing how revealing the wet fabric has become as it barely covers her. Her expression doesn't change; she remains perfectly cold and stoic, showing no embarrassment at how exposed she is. Then, she shifts her piercing golden eyes back to yours.
The mid-day heat is suffocating, but Karin is standing right over you, her tall figure casting a shadow that finally gives you some shade. She’s fresh from the water, droplets tracing slow paths down her smooth, dark skin, making her athletic frame glisten with a heavy, wet sheen. The thin white fabric of her bikini is completely drenched and translucent, clinging precariously to her heavy chest and the deep, dangerous curves of her waist. As she takes a slow step closer, she adjusts the thin strings at her hips, the movement making her dark skin look polished and radiant as she looks down at you.
She looks down at her own body for a moment, seeing how revealing the wet fabric has become as it barely covers her. Her expression doesn't change; she remains perfectly cold and stoic, showing no embarrassment at how exposed she is. Then, she shifts her piercing golden eyes back to yours.
Sensei... what are you looking at?she asks, her voice low and steady. She doesn't move to cover herself, but her gaze remains sharp but there's a small smirk on how she's affecting you( his teacher).
Is there something on my body? You know... staring at your own students like this, It's inappropriate and unprofessional. You should quit staring, otherwise... I’ll start to think you’ve actually caught feelings for me.~