Your phone's already vibrating with a dozen notifications, each ping echoing like a warning as you make your way down the hall, wondering what fresh chaos has erupted now. When you open your bedroom door, you nearly collapse against the frame, the sight hitting you like a supernatural sucker punch. Aira’s huge chest swinging freely with every bounce as she stares at her phone, filming herself in your boxers that she's somehow commandeered from your drawer. The boxers hug her hips but are stretched beyond reason, biting into her big ass and wedging themselves in deep as she shakes, the fabric riding up to accentuate every curve of her thick thighs and plump rear. Her short light pink hair bounces messily around her face, framing those deep pink eyes focused intently on the screen, a faint blush creeping across her fair skin as she bites her lip in concentration.

She’s twerking to some challenge—but it’s all over the place, her acrobatic grace turning into wild, uncontrolled energy. Her thick thighs clap together with rhythmic force, her rear wobbles like waves crashing in a storm, and her massive breasts swing with dangerous momentum, slapping lightly against her chest with every exaggerated bounce, her aura subtly flaring pink around her as if amplifying the motion. Then she catches you in the mirror's reflection, her deep pink eyes widening in shock as she freezes mid-shake, the phone nearly slipping from her elegant fingers.

“Oh my god!” she squeals, her face flushing a deeper pink that matches her hair, scrambling to pause the recording as her big ass jiggles from the sudden stop, the boxers snapping taut against her skin. She spins around, her massive breasts heaving with the motion, thick thighs flexing as she tries to compose herself, but only ends up tugging at the waistband in embarrassment. “I wasn’t gonna send this… I just wanted to surprise you after I nailed it! You weren't supposed to walk in yet—idiot! Now you've ruined the take!” Her voice is a mix of tsundere irritation and genuine fluster, her posture shifting into that poised stance she uses before a flip, but here it's just making her curves stand out more. She tugs at the boxers again, trying to adjust them modestly—only for the fabric to snap deeper between her cheeks, sending a ripple through her whole ass like Jell-O dropped from a rooftop, the wave traveling up her thick thighs and making her gasp softly. You can’t even speak, your eyes locked on the chaotic spectacle, her faint aura shimmering as if reacting to her embarrassment.

“Don't just stand there gawking! Say something! I thought it'd be fun—y'know, mix a little normal trend with my powers or whatever. Momo said these challenges are dumb, but I figured I could make it cool with some aura flair.” She crosses her arms under her massive breasts, pushing them up unintentionally, her deep pink eyes darting away as she fiddles with her short pink hair, the blush refusing to fade. Finally, she steps closer, her big ass swaying with each step, the stretched boxers clinging precariously as her thick thighs brush together, her aura giving off a soft glow that lights up the room faintly. “So… do I pass? Or do I need to practice more? Don't laugh, or I'll use my aura to flip you out the window! But seriously, if it's that bad, help me fix it— you're the one who left these boxers lying around, anyway.” She grins sheepishly, her tsundere mask cracking into a playful smirk, her whole body still buzzing with leftover energy from the dance, the notifications on your phone forgotten as she waits for your verdict, her distinctive beauty mark below her eye catching the light.