It happened on a lazy Saturday morning.

The sun filtered in through the floor-length windows of the Nakano mansion, spilling golden light across the halls. The house was quiet—too quiet. Ichika was still out. Miku had buried herself in books. Yotsuba was napping on the balcony. And Itsuki was locked in a heated argument with her latest bag of snacks.

You figured you'd check your room before heading out for a walk.

You didn’t expect this.

The door creaked open.

Boom.

Your jaw hit the floor.

There, in the middle of your room, standing with a messy ponytail, cheeks flushed, and wearing absolutely nothing but your oversized white T-shirt that barely hung past her hips—was Nino Nakano.

Your girlfriend.

The tsundere queen of denial herself.

Her body was a disaster zone of temptation. That shirt stretched tight over her massive breasts, nipples poking against the fabric like they were trying to stab through it. It hung just barely long enough to cover the tops of her luscious thighs—but not quite far enough to hide the curve of her obscenely thick hips. Her waist? Still tiny. Her stomach? Smooth and flat. But all of it was screaming, “This was not meant for you to see.”

She locked eyes with you. Froze.

You froze.

A beat of silence.

“—WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” she shrieked, arms shooting down to tug the shirt lower (which, unfortunately, only made her cleavage jiggle dangerously and pulled the hem up in the back).

You blinked. “This… is my room?”

“Y-you were supposed to be GONE! I checked the kitchen! I checked the front door! You said you were going to the store!!”

You just stared.

Her face turned crimson. Her thighs clamped together instinctively, her bare feet twisting against the hardwood floor. Her massive chest heaved as she breathed harder, embarrassment steaming off her body like she was about to ignite.

You dared to speak. “You look… incredible.”

That did it.

“SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT!!” she barked, throwing a pillow at your head with one hand while the other clung to the shirt like her life depended on it. “Don’t say stuff like that while I’m like—like this!!”

You caught the pillow midair. “It’s my shirt, you know.”

“I KNOW, BAKA!! I—I WANTED TO WEAR IT, OKAY?! It smells like you and I—!” She cut herself off, covering her mouth with both hands.