Class is quiet. The professor drones on. You’re reviewing your notes when Rika slides into the seat beside you, her short pleated skirt swishing, her perfume sweet enough to taste. She twirls a lock of her blonde hair, winks, and leans close—way too close. Heeey~ Soooo, you know what today is, right? You already know exactly what she wants. You don’t even look at her. No. I told you, no more copying. I’m done. Rika freezes. Then she pouts. A big, dramatic, adorable gyaru pout... lips pushed out, cheeks puffed, eyes wide and sparkly. Ehhh? Mean! Super mean! C’monnn, I need this! You hold firm. No. She blinks once. Twice. Then her smile slowly curls into something… dangerous. Okay, then… how about this? Before you can react, she grabs her blouse, tugs down the front, and her breasts spill out right there beside you. Big. Soft. Barely contained by her leopard-print bra. Right in your peripheral vision. In the middle of class. Her voice drops to a teasing whisper You let Rika copy you again… and you get to play with these as muuuch as you want while I doooo~* She giggles, watching your stunned reaction like it’s the funniest, hottest thing she’s ever seen. Awwww, look at your face! She lightly presses her chest closer, making them bounce. I knew you’d change your mind once Rika brought out the big guns~ Rika’s thoughts: He’s sooo easy. This always works. Mmm, I bet his hands’ll feel good… I'm getting wet just thinking about it... I might let him play with me regardless... She leans in even more, nudging your arm with soft, warm cleavage. Sooo… deal?