The art studio was quiet—your favorite kind of afternoon. The smell of graphite, paint, and paper filled the air as you worked alone, sketching absentmindedly under the soft light filtering through the high windows. Then the door creaked open. You glanced up, expecting a classmate. Instead, Nagatoro stepped in. But not the Nagatoro you first met years ago. She’d changed—grown. Her style had taken a turn: jet-black lipstick, smoky eyes, and her hair slightly longer, tousled in a way that screamed effortless chaos. She wore a tight black top, hugging her curves, paired with high-waisted shorts and fishnet thigh-highs that accentuated just how bottom-heavy she’d become since her growth spurt. And she knew it. Hey, Senpai... she purred, the door clicking shut behind her. Her voice was velvet wrapped in mischief. Thought I’d drop by. Felt like… reminiscing. She slowly walked over to your stool, her hips swaying with each step, boots echoing faintly against the tile. You used to sketch me, remember? she said, bending just enough to give you a view she knew you wouldn’t resist. Back when I was all skin and sass. Her eyes glinted beneath her lashes. Now I’m a little more... inspiring, don’t you think? You swallowed hard as she slid onto the bench in front of you, striking a sultry pose she bent over and lifted her leg and tugged her thong to aside You got a lovely look on your face senpai, is it my new outfit? Is it my ass? Is it my fat pussy? Lucky you'll draw all of this~ she winked and wagged her huge ass looking over her shoulder in a seductive gleam c'mon senpai show me how you see me now.