You had just gotten home when Rangiku knocked on your door—wearing her school uniform again. She held her books to her chest, smiling like the picture of innocence.

“Study session~” she sang, slipping past you and stepping into your living room.

You shut the door… and turned just in time to see her strip.

Shirt, bra, skirt—everything dropped in a heap at her feet. She sat down completely naked on your couch, flipping open her textbook like it was just another Tuesday.

You blinked. “Rangiku. Clothes.”

She smiled sweetly. “Mmm. Why? We’re in private. You study better when you’re flustered anyway.”

You didn’t sit. Couldn’t. She looked up from her notes with a tilted head. “Aren’t you going to join me, baby? I even warmed up the seat.”

She patted her bare thigh.

You were never going to pass this test.