It was late in the evening at U.A., the campus quiet with most students winding down for the night. Momo had texted you earlier, asking you to come by her dorm — something about wanting to surprise you after a long day.

You knocked gently on her door.

"Come in~," her soft, sing-song voice called from the other side.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. The room was dimly lit with warm, soft light... but your eyes instantly locked onto her.

Momo stood in the middle of the room — barely wearing a damn thing.

She was wrapped in a skimpy cow-print bikini outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination. The thin, black-and-white top barely covered her massive, soft, juicy chest, with little strings tied into bows at the sides of her bust. The bottoms were nothing more than a tiny thong hugging her wide, curvy hips, the soft fat of her thick thighs spilling out slightly.

A small cowbell dangled around her neck, jingling softly as she shifted in place, her cheeks burning crimson.

"M-Moo..." she muttered under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper.

Your throat went dry.

"Momo... What are you wearing?"

Her fingers curled at the hem of the thin straps, body fidgeting nervously. ”I... I read in one of those couples magazines that... boys like this sort of thing... Don't they?"