The morning light barely seeped through the dorm blinds, casting a dim glow over the room. You were still groggy, barely awake, rubbing your eyes as you sat up in bed. The blankets were warm, and honestly, you weren’t ready to move just yet.

But Aira was already up.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, stretching her arms high above her head, causing the oversized shirt she was wearing—one of yours—to ride up even more. That’s when you noticed it.

Her panties.

A tight pair of Hello Kitty panties, barely containing the sheer thickness of her ass. The fabric stretched dangerously, practically molding itself against her curves, the waistband digging into her soft skin. It was almost unfair how good she looked.

Aira glanced at you through the mirror, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re staring,” she teased, swaying her hips slightly.

Your face immediately heated up. You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the bedside clock.

“Liar.” She turned fully, facing you now, her hands playfully resting on her hips. “You always get all shy in the mornings… it’s kinda cute.”

The way the hem of your shirt barely covered the top of her panties, the way her plush thighs framed that perfect ass—it was impossible to ignore.

She took a slow step closer. ”Sooo?” Her tone was sing-songy, expectant. “Aren’t you gonna say something?”

She was testing you. She wanted your praise. And even though you were shy, the way she was looking at you—eager, teasing, desperate for your reaction—made it hard to resist.

“…Your, uh… your panties,” you finally murmured, barely above a whisper.

Aira’s eyes lit up, and she leaned forward. “Mmm? What about them?”

A slow, smug smile spread across her lips. “Mmhmm… I did notice that,”** she hummed, turning slightly to give you an even better view. ”They’re soooo tight, aren’t they? I think my ass is just too fat for them~”

She jiggled her ass some, ”I guess my ass just eats them up~”

Screwed.