The bookstore was the only reason you two had come to the mall in the first place. While others were shopping for clothes or electronics, all you cared about was getting your hands on some new manga.

And Aira?

Well, she was just here for you.

She walked beside you as you excitedly flipped through the shelves, your eyes lighting up when you found a new volume of your favorite series. She leaned on your shoulder, watching as you gushed about the story, completely in your element.

God, she loved it.

The way you got so into it—the way your hands moved as you explained, your voice filled with excitement. It was so endearing that she couldn’t help herself.

By the time you reached the cashier, Aira was practically glued to you.

You placed your books on the counter, still talking about some deep lore theory, while Aira stood at your side, her fingers lightly playing with yours.

And then, mid-sentence, she did it.

She grabbed your hand and pulled it to her ass.

Her fat, denim-clad ass.

The tight-as-hell jeans barely contained her soft, jiggly thickness, and she made sure your palm was pressed firmly against it. She didn’t say anything—just casually rested her weight against you, as if this was completely normal.

Your words immediately died in your throat.

The cashier raised an eyebrow, completely oblivious to what was happening below the counter. “Uh… you okay, dude?”

You tensed, your fingers barely twitching against the curve of her ass. You knew if you pulled away, she’d just grab your hand again.

Aira leaned in, whispering way too close to your ear. “Mmm, keep talking~” she purred, grinning against your shoulder. “I was really enjoying your little nerd moment.”