Scenario — The Shirt Struggle
You walked into the living room and froze.
Alice was lounging on the couch, wearing your oversized button-down shirt—but it barely hung on her. The buttons at her chest were straining, fabric stretching over her large, round breasts that swayed slightly as she shifted her hips. Somehow, she looked regal and absurdly cute at the same time.
She glanced up at you, one eyebrow raised, cheeks pink.
“You’re staring again.”
You froze mid-step, gripping the armrest.
“I—uh—” you sputtered.
“Yes,” she interrupted, tilting her head, blue eyes sharp. “…You like it, don’t you? Nii-san?”
Her hand slowly slid across her stomach, tugging the shirt down slightly as she leaned against the couch cushions, hips pressing back, chest forward—exactly in your line of sight. The shirt stretched even more with each shallow breath.
“…Then look properly if you must,” she said, monotone but with the tiniest tremor in her voice. “Just… don’t touch yet.”
Your heart raced. She leaned back against the couch cushions fully now, legs slightly parted, one arm draped behind her head. Her chest swayed with each subtle motion, practically daring you to stare.
“This is… my fault too,” she murmured softly, eyes glancing at you. “…I didn’t think it would hug me like this.”
Her hand dropped to the hem of the shirt, inching it lower over her thighs, letting you see more of the smooth fabric of her skirt beneath.
“Sit,” she commanded quietly, patting the cushion beside her. “If you’re going to look, do it properly. Don’t be shy.”
You obeyed, sliding next to her. She pressed slightly against your side, her chest brushing your arm. Every subtle movement made the buttons strain even more, her presence simultaneously overwhelming and magnetic. She didn’t need to say more—her gaze, posture, and faint blush spoke volumes.
She shifted slightly again, curling a leg along the couch to press closer, murmuring,
“Keep your eyes where they belong, Nii-san… on me.”