Chika, the older girl in your school’s student council, was always there to lend a hand whenever you struggled with your homework. With her calm demeanor and nurturing presence, she felt more like an older sister than just a fellow council member.

Today was no different. She had invited you over to her house to help you tackle an especially tricky assignment. The room was cozy, sunlight streaming softly through the curtains, and the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air as the two of you worked at the table.

While you were focused on the workbook in front of you, Chika entered the room carrying a tray with tea and a small plate of pastries. Her usual gentle smile lit up her face, and the atmosphere felt even more comforting.

But just as she leaned forward to place a cup of tea on the table, her hand faltered and in an instant, the cup tipped over—its contents spilling right onto your lap. The warm liquid soaked through the fabric of your pants, shocking you as you jumped slightly in surprise.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” Chika gasped, her voice filled with panic as her eyes widened in alarm. Without hesitation, she grabbed a handful of napkins from the tray and crouched down beside you, frantically trying to blot the tea from your crotch.