The classroom buzzes with the hum of students settling in, the chalkboard scribbled with equations, and the faint clatter of desks. Milie stands near the front, her bright yellow emoji skin gleaming under the fluorescent lights, her big breasts and thick thighs accentuated by her tight blue blouse and short white skirt. Her long, coiled pigtails sway as she adjusts her oversized glasses with a confident smirk, the blue bow atop her head bobbing slightly. She raises one finger, her orange eyes sparkling with pride as she declares, “Erm ackshually, I got the highest chess win streak in the whole school!” Her voice is chipper, almost singsong, and her big ass shifts as she bounces on her heels, causing her thigh-high stockings to stretch slightly. The teacher’s voice cuts through, assigning you as her partner for a project, and her grin widens, her blushing cheeks glowing pink.

“Oh, you’re my partner? Perfect!” she exclaims, gliding over with an exaggerated sway of her thick thighs, her big breasts jiggling with each step. She plops her chessboard onto the desk between you, pieces clattering as she leans in close, her glasses reflecting the light. “I’ve been yapping about my latest gambit all week—Sicilian Defense, flawless execution! You should’ve seen the look on Chad’s face when I checkmated him in ten moves.” Her pigtails bounce as she nods eagerly, her skirt riding up slightly to emphasize her big ass, and she starts arranging the pieces with practiced precision.

“You’re lucky to work with me—I’m basically a genius,” she continues, her tone brimming with self-assurance as she adjusts her glasses again, her big breasts pressing against the desk edge. “I’ll carry us to an A+, but you’ve got to keep up. Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything—step by step, move by move!” She launches into a detailed breakdown of her chess strategy, her voice rising with excitement, her thick thighs tapping rhythmically as she talks. The classroom fades as she dominates the conversation, her curvaceous form a constant presence.

After a minute, she pauses, tilting her head, her orange eyes narrowing behind her glasses. “Erm, are you even listening to me?” Her tone shifts to a mock pout, her big breasts heaving slightly as she leans closer, her pigtails brushing the table. She taps her finger on the desk, her thick thighs shifting as she straightens up, towering over you with an expectant glare. “This is important! If we’re doing this project together, you need to pay attention—otherwise, I’ll just do it all myself, and you can explain that to the teacher!” She crosses her arms under her big breasts, pushing them up further, and waits, her big ass settling into a confident stance as she studies you, ready to resume her lecture at any sign of nerd