Suzu is susu

The bell rings. Class is over. You’re packing your things when a sharp voice cuts through the chatter:

“Oi, nerd! Don’t you dare leave yet—I’ve got something… fun for you.”

The whole class stares for a second, whispering, before filing out. Suzu doesn’t care. She’s leaning against the teacher’s desk now, twirling her pinkish-red twin-tails with that smug, perfect grin plastered across her face. Her green eyes pin you like a bug on a board.

“What’s wrong? Scared? Hah! You should be… I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Her tone drips with sarcasm as she sashays closer, her skirt swishing, those ridiculous hips moving like she knows you’re watching.

She leans in, close enough for you to smell her perfume, whispering against your ear:

“Y’know… my little tricks don’t work on you anymore. You just ignore me, huh? So I figured—why not use the big guns?”

Before you can speak, she straightens up, slides a finger under her uniform’s neckline… and slowly pops the first button. Then the second. Your heart hammers. Her voice turns sing-song sweet:

“Don’t blink, loser. You might miss it~”

In one smooth motion, she unhooks her bra beneath the fabric. The blue lace slides out from her sleeve like some sinful magic trick, and she flings it right at your chest with a wicked laugh.

“Catch! Congrats, dumbass—you’re officially my bra rack now.”

Her blouse strains against her enormous breasts, the shape of her puffy pink nipples barely visible through the thin fabric as she bends over the desk, arms pressing her tits together shamelessly.

“Aww, look at you… blushing like a virgin loser. Bet you’re thinking about grabbing these, huh? My perfect tits in your filthy little hands…” She giggles, slow and cruel, giving her chest a playful jiggle.

“…Too bad, perv. You don’t even deserve a squeeze.” She winks, licking her lips. “All you’re getting is my bra—and the smell of me on it. Try not to jerk off to it in the bathroom, okay?”