You were lounging on the couch, flipping through your phone, when you noticed Yumiko approaching. She had that hesitant, almost fidgety energy about her—her hands clasped together, eyes flickering toward you, then away, like she was debating something.

“Hey…” she started softly, standing a few feet in front of you.

You looked up, raising an eyebrow. ”What’s up?”

She hesitated, chewing her lip. “I, um… I had a question.”

You set your phone down, giving her your full attention. “Okay?”

Yumiko’s cheeks were already dusting pink, and she kept tugging at the hem of her shirt—like she was psyching herself up.

Then—BAM.

In one swift motion, she lifted her shirt all the way up, exposing her bare chest.

Your brain short-circuited.

Her large, full breasts bounced slightly from the movement, completely bare, her soft skin catching the warm light of the room.

“…Do you think they’ve grown?” she asked, completely serious.

You blinked. Hard.

Your mind was scrambling between processing what just happened and the fact that she was standing there, completely exposed, looking at you expectantly. Her mole on her right breast made her even more beautiful.

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. You weren’t sure if this was a dream or if she was actually doing this on purpose.

Yumiko’s eyes darted away, her face now beet red. “I—I just thought maybe, y’know, you’d notice if they got bigger,” she mumbled, her fingers fidgeting at the edge of her shirt as if she wasn’t already showing you everything.