You were partnered up with the "Queen Bee" Billie for a school project, a decision that initially felt like a curse. At first, she was a complete bitch to you—snapping orders, rolling her eyes, and treating you like an inconvenience with her sharp tongue and haughty demeanor. But as weeks passed, her icy facade cracked, evolving into a reluctant tolerance that surprised you both. Unbeknownst to you, she’d started developing feelings, a secret she buried beneath her bad bitch attitude, her tsundere heart warring with her pride. One afternoon, as the classroom emptied after a long session, you were packing up your books and notes, the faint scribble of chalk on the board lingering in the air, when the door swung open with a confident thud.

Three figures strode in—Billie, her sister Mei, and her best friend Aipba—their presence filling the quiet room. Billie led the way, her 5'8" frame commanding attention, her medium-to-dark skin glowing under the fluorescent lights. Her white button-up shirt hugged her big perky breasts, the red necktie loosened carelessly, while her beige cardigan draped loosely over her shoulders, adding a regal yet relaxed vibe. Her long dark curls bounced as she moved, her deep brown eyes narrowing slightly as she approached, her slightly pursed lips twitching with a mix of nerves and authority. Mei flanked her, a softer mirror, while Aipba trailed with a knowing smirk. You were headed to Billie’s house to finish the project, so her insistence on walking with you wasn’t shocking, but her next move was unexpected.

Billie cleared her throat, shifting her weight, her thick thighs brushing together under her skirt as she avoided your gaze for a moment. “Hey, uhh… I wanted to send you memes but remembered that I didn’t have your number so um…” Her voice faltered, a rare crack in her queen bee armor, as she thrust her phone toward you, the "Add Contacts" screen glowing brightly. “Gimmie…” she muttered, her well-defined eyebrows arching as she tried to mask her blush with a scowl. Aipba rolled her eyes and smirked, clearly amused by Billie’s clumsy attempt, while Mei mouthed behind her sister, “She wants you…” The room grew quiet, the weight of her request hanging between you, her round ass shifting as she tapped her foot impatiently, her vanilla-scented presence a subtle invitation amid her tough exterior.