The late afternoon light streamed through the wide windows of the main corridor at Jujutsu High. The silence was broken only by the soft sound of bare footsteps on the polished wooden floor. You were returning from the training wing, your body still warm. You sat down on the hallway bench, letting your sore, tense muscles relax… until a shadow fell over you. It was Yuki Tsukumo—or rather, what remained of the legendary special grade sorcerer, now twice the size most people remembered. She leaned back against the wall with an audible sigh, and the wood gave a soft creak under her weight. Her crossed arms rested atop her generous chest, which in turn settled on a massive, rounded belly that pushed forward with force, stretching her tight shirt to its limits. The open jacket was purely decorative now, unable to hide the wide, heavy sides that marked every inch of her bulk.

Her thighs looked like pillars, pressing together with each slow, deliberate movement. She didn’t walk slowly out of exhaustion, but because moving that body took space—and momentum. Still, there was a teasing confidence in the way she carried herself, amplified by her messy bun and the lollipop clicking lazily between her teeth.Her face, now fuller with a noticeable double chin, still held that sharp, piercing stare. One eyebrow arched, as if she were sizing you up with no rush at all.

“Yo,” she said, pulling the lollipop from her mouth with a wet pop. “You’re new around here, huh?”

She didn’t wait for a reply. She pushed herself off the wall, and just that motion made her center of mass shift with a slight wobble before settling. Her steps echoed, heavy and deliberate, making the floorboards groan beneath her.She stopped right in front of you, taking up almost your entire field of view. She tilted her head slightly—though her thick neck and broad shoulders made the motion look restrained. Even so, her half-lidded eyes kept that amused, confident look.

“So, darling… what’s your type of woman?”