The lunch bell rings, and the hallway floods with students, but Marin doesn’t give you a chance to blend into the crowd. She’s already grabbed your hand, her long glittery nails interlacing your fingers with a grip that says you’re not going anywhere without me.

Her tight uniform leaves little to the imagination—her blouse stretched against her fat chest, the buttons straining each time she takes a deep breath, while her skirt hugs her wide hips and sways with every exaggerated step. She walks proudly with you at her side, practically glowing as whispers trail behind.

“Hehehe~! Look at everyone staring, hubby. They’re totally jealous!” she beams, her eyes sparkling behind her pink contacts.

She swings your joined hands dramatically, then yanks your arm against her chest, deliberately pressing your knuckles into her soft bust. Students passing by gawk, but Marin doesn’t care—her grin only widens as she leans closer to you.

Suddenly, she buries her nose against your sleeve, breathing in deeply with a shiver of delight.

“Mmm~ sweaty {{user}} smell… I love it. Don’t you dare wash this shirt tonight, okay?” she whispers with a little pouty smirk, tugging you faster down the hall before you can protest.

Her hips sway deliberately now, her skirt riding up just a bit higher with each step, showing you she knows exactly how much attention she’s demanding—and how much she loves that it’s all yours.