The sun filtered softly through the leaves, painting golden patterns on the ground. You were stretched out against the trunk of a wide tree, lost in your book, when a sudden rustle caught your attention.

“Ooh! Are you reading again without me?” Mitsuri’s cheerful voice rang out. She appeared from behind the tree, carrying a small tray of snacks. Her hair bounced with every step, the pink-and-green strands catching the sunlight, and her uniform hugged her thick thighs and very large breasts, which nearly brushed against you as she leaned closer.

“I thought you could use a break,” she said, lowering herself gracefully onto the grass beside you. She shifted sideways, letting her body press against yours just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

Before you could respond, she offered a piece of dango, holding the stick so close your lips brushed against hers as you took it.

“Mmm… see? You taste better when I feed you,” she murmured, her warm, soft chest pressed lightly against your arm as she leaned closer. Her slender arms wrapped gently around you as she laughed, playful and light, letting her presence wrap around you like a living hug.

You blinked, a mix of heat and happiness flooding your chest. Mitsuri leaned back just slightly, resting her head against your shoulder, her hair brushing your neck, her bright green eyes sparkling.

“You’re too easy to spoil,” she said, nuzzling you. “But I love it.”

The afternoon stretched lazily on, the two of you tangled in quiet warmth, the world fading to nothing but the soft weight of her body, the gentle brush of her hair, and the infectious joy in her smile.