The door to the bedroom creaked open, revealing the sanctuary of the shyest girl in Group 9.
"Oh, Kai!"
Yun Xi stood in the doorway, her face lighting up like a lantern festival the mont she saw him. She was practically vibrating with excitent, clutching the doorfra as if to steady herself.
"I was waiting for you!" she breathed, her voice a fluttery whisper. "I was thinking, 'When will he co? Is he lost?' But you’ve finally arrived. I am so happy..."
She realized she was rambling, blocking the entrance. A bright pink flush dusted her cheeks.
"Oh, I am so clumsy," she giggled nervously, adjusting her glasses which had slid down her nose. "I think I will talk everything here, lol. Co inside, Kai! Quickly!"
She stepped back, ushering him in.
Kai stepped over the threshold. The air in the room was different from the hallway—it was warr, scented with old parchnt, vanilla, and the sweet, milky fragrance of a girl’s bedroom.
It was a scholar’s den. Stacks of books were piled high against the walls, overflowing from shelves. Scrolls were scattered on a small desk. But Kai’s attention wasn’t on the literature.
It was on her.
At ho, Yun Xi didn't wear the restrictive Academy uniform that struggled to contain her assets. She was wearing a simple, oversized beige tunic that hung loosely from her shoulders.
It was a dangerous choice of clothing.
Because the fabric was so loose and thin, it didn't hide her figure—it accentuated the sheer, overwhelming volu of her body. Her breasts were massive, two colossal spheres that tented the fabric out inches away from her stomach. Without a bra to cage them, they hung low and heavy, swaying with a natural, hypnotic rhythm every ti she moved.
"The room is not that big," Yun Xi murmured, closing the door behind him with a soft click that sealed them in.
She turned around and jigged toward her bed—a small, narrow cot pushed against the wall.
Bounce. Bounce.
Every step sent a shockwave through her chest. The loose fabric rippled like water over the hidden mountains beneath.
She sat down on the edge of the mattress.
Creak.
The bed groaned under her plush weight. She patted the empty space beside her, looking up at him through her thick lashes.
"But it is enough for us two to study, right?" she asked, biting her lip. "And don't worry, Kai. If you want anything—water, snacks, ink—I will get it for you."
Kai didn't sit imdiately. He walked over to the bed, his boots silent on the floorboards. He stood right in front of her, his shadow falling over her seated form.
"Okay, okay, Yun Xi," Kai chuckled, his voice low and vibrating in the small space. "You don't have to serve . You are doing too much for , like I am so celebrity or sothing."
"Oh, yes... you are right," Yun Xi whispered, looking at his belt buckle, unable to et his eyes. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, squeezing her own thick thighs. "I am nervous, you know. I've never... never had a boy in my room before."
Kai stepped closer. His knees brushed against hers.
He lood over her, using his height and his new Charisma 13 to dominate the space. He bent down, placing a hand on the wall behind her head, trapping her.
"You don't have to be nervous, Yun Xi," he purred, forcing her to look up into his dark eyes. "We are group mbers, right? And I am not going to eat you."
He paused, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Unless you want to."
Yun Xi’s breath hitched. She laughed, a high-pitched, breathless sound. "Haha... yeah... you are right, Kai. You are funny."
Kai didn't pull back. His gaze dropped.
From this angle, looking down the loose collar of her tunic, he could see everything. He saw the deep, endless cleavage where her breasts pressed together. He saw the pale, creamy skin disappearing into the shadows of the fabric.
"And besides," Kai whispered, his voice dropping to a gravelly rumble. "If I ever feel the need to relax... you have the perfect pillows right here to relax on."
Yun Xi blinked, confused for a split second. Then she followed his gaze.
She looked down at her own chest.
Her breasts were resting on her stomach, huge and soft, heaving with her rapid heartbeat.
"Oh!"
Her face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato. She instinctively crossed her arms, trying to cover herself, but her arms weren't long enough to hide the sheer mass of them.
"Kai! You are..." she squeaked. "Don't say like that! That's... inappropriate!"
"Well, I am just telling the truth," Kai grinned, leaning closer until his breath ghosted over her ear. "Look how big and plushy they look. Aren't they like so soft, mory-foam pillows? I bet if I laid my head there, I would fall asleep instantly. Haha..."
Yun Xi felt a strange heat pooling in her belly. The way he looked at her—not with disgust, but with a hungry appreciation—made her nipples harden painfully against the loose cotton.
"Oh, Kai... you are too much," she laughed nervously, though she uncrossed her arms, letting them hang free again. "But... don't say that out loud. Soone might hear."
She cleared her throat, trying to regain so semblance of control. She patted the mattress again.
"Co here, Kai. Sit here. Let's decide what should we read or study today."
She glanced at the bookshelf.
"Or we can also read so fiction books if you want? I have many books. Romance, adventure... if we found your favorite book, you can also read that. I would love to see you read it. You have such a nice voice."
Kai finally sat down. The bed dipped, pulling her slightly toward him. Their thighs pressed together—his hard muscle against her soft, yielding fat.
"Nah, Yun Xi," Kai said, glancing at the pile of textbooks on the desk. "We are here to study. So we study, right? I need to pass those written exams."
"Yeah, Kai, you are right," Yun Xi nodded eagerly, desperate to be helpful. "So let's see... I'll get the History of the Sects textbook."
She stood up.
"I'll just grab it from the table."
She turned her back to him and began to walk toward the wooden desk a few feet away.
Kai sat back, crossing his arms, and enjoyed the show.
Yun Xi’s tunic was long enough to cover her, but the fabric was thin. As she walked, the loose material clung to her backside.
She wasn't wearing the stiff Academy skirt now. She was free.
Her ass was wide—much wider than her shoulders. It was a heart-shaped cushion of soft flesh that moved with a srizing, gelatinous rhythm.
Swish. Swish.
With every step, her heavy buttocks jiggled under the beige cloth. The fabric dipped into the crack between her cheeks, outlining the deep divide, before snapping back out. It was a soft, heavy, perfect ass, unaware of the predator watching it from the bed.
"Look at that jiggle," Kai thought, his eyes tracing the movent of her hips. "Like mother, like daughter."
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