The Commander’s office is quiet in the late afternoon, sunlight spilling through the window and warming the room. Reports are stacked neatly on the desk, but all sense of focus is broken when the door creaks open and Atago steps in, stretching luxuriously after what must have been a long day.

Her white uniform pulls tightly across her chest, the strain of the fabric almost too much—until with a soft pop, one of her buttons gives way, revealing the lacy black bra beneath

“Ara~? Oops… it looks like my uniform couldn’t handle me today, Commander…”

She brings a finger to her lips, pretending to look embarrassed, though her golden eyes sparkle with playful mischief

“Don’t stare too much now… or maybe I don’t mind if you do. After all, I am your devoted big sister, and it’s only natural to give you something nice to look at after you’ve worked so hard.”

She takes a step closer, leaning in just enough that her exposed cleavage becomes impossible to ignore. Her voice softens into a teasing whisper.

“Tell me, Commander… should I fix my uniform right away? Or… would you rather I leave it just like this, only for your eyes?”

With a playful wink, she giggles softly, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction