"Why?"

Chiaki looked up to see a girl she didn't recognize staring down at her as she played games in her and Hajime's meeting spot. The boy hadn't shown up yet, but Chiaki had kept waiting just in case. "Why what?"

"Why does he like you so much?" the girl asked, and Chiaki cocked her head.

"I'm…sorry, who are you?" The girl appeared shocked before more anger covered her face.

"I'm Natsumi Kuzuryu. You probably are familiar with my brother," she explained as she continued glaring at her. "I'm in Hajime's class, and after hearing him talk so positively about you, I wanted to see what the big deal was." Chiaki's face flushed.

"Where is-?"

"He's sick today," she quickly said with a hand wave. "Don't change the subject. What does he see in you?"

"I-I don't know…" Chiaki said. "I just like playing games with him and cheering him up when he feels sad." Natsumi rolled her eyes.

"Please, men don't go after girls for just that." Chiaki's blush deepened.

"I-I don't understand what you mean…"

"Come on! It's obvious he likes you!" Natsumi cried, she seemed shocked by the look of surprise on Chiaki's face. She sighed and moved closer as she looked the girl over from top to bottom. "Hmmm…"

"I-I don't think Hajime likes me like that…we're just friends," Chiaki assured her, but Natsumi clearly wasn't having it as her eyes kept scanning, before finally landing on her chest. Her eyes narrowed and then widened as she leaned in and pressed her finger hard into one of the girl's breasts. Chiaki gasped and nearly dropped her console. "H-Hey! What're you doing?!"

"I see…" Natsumi said as she poked one again, and then again. Chiaki gasped and shuddered at the bizarre touch, something she was both unprepared for and inexperienced on. "It's these, isn't it? These large things…"

"I still don't know what you're talking about!" Chiaki cried, only for Natsumi to shove her down onto her back, grab her uniform, and suddenly yank it open, buttons popping as her bra was now completely revealed. Chiaki's face turned a deep crimson as she tried to cover up, but Natsumi grabbed her breasts and squeezed. A low, surprised moan escaped her lips as Natsumi snarled.

"Of course. That's what you have over me. These…things!" Natsumi squeezed them harshly and got another moan as she felt their softness even through the bra. "So large and so…soft. No man would be able to resist this kind of stuff unless they were 100% gay!"

"P-Please stop—AHHHH!" Chiaki gasped as Natsumi brushed her nipple, albeit accidentally.

"That's not fair that you get these massive things while mine are just okay!" Natsumi cried as she even went so far as to begin grabbing her bra. Chiaki's eyes widened in alarm as she grabbed the girl's wrist.

"H-Hey! Don't! You're going to-!!" But it was too late as Natsumi tore the bra from her body. Her breasts bounced as they were freed from their confines, and her partially removed uniform sagged down her body. Chiaki's eyes flashed around to see if anyone was nearby that could see, and thankfully, there wasn't. Her eyes slid back to Natsumi, who was now staring at Chiaki's breasts with a strange intensity. Sure, the anger was still present, but as she looked at her large breasts moving up and down with every breath, there was something else in her eyes that Chiaki couldn't quite describe. When she caught Chiaki watching her, the snarl reappeared.

"M-Meat bags!!" Natsumi cried as she now grasped her breasts directly. Arousal blasted through Chiaki at the touch. Her back arched as Natsumi's name slithered from her lips along with another moan, and Natsumi trembled. Chiaki's breasts were soft, unbelievably so, and thanks to their size, her hands sunk in deep. It was a sight that made her heart race, but she didn't know why. Something about the way Chiaki squirmed as she was nearly completely exposed from the waist up, her face beet red, also made the girl need to swallow, hard. Her eyes trailed across her smooth, slightly chubby stomach and to her skirt. They moved down to her thighs, which sent another wave through Natsumi's body. "Th-These-!"

"N-Natsumi…" Chiaki gasped, only to jump as her skirt was suddenly flipped. "H-Hey!" She found Natsumi staring at her thighs now, that mixture of anger and something else once again present.

"So…thick…" Natsumi said to herself as she brought one hand down and stroked her thigh, first on top, and then on the inside of her leg. Just like her breasts, they were also soft and surely would catch almost any man's attention. Chiaki's body thrashed as she tried to slide off the bench, but Natsumi's grip on her made her tremble too much, the girl still having a hand on her breast, where her palm was brushing her now hard nipple. Every brush sent a jolt down her spine.

"I…ahhhh…" Chiaki attempted to speak, but could not. It all felt too good. Finally, Natsumi removed her hand from Chiaki's breast, and the girl was able to breathe. Despite that, she felt a strange emptiness at the lack of her touch for a moment.

"And this!"

With that cry, however, Chiaki felt a brush of fabric on skin and a sudden breeze where there shouldn't have been one. She looked down, and was shocked to see that Natsumi had removed both her skirt and panties, leaving her almost completely naked! Worse even was that her pussy was wet from being turned on. Chiaki's face bloomed a brighter red than she'd ever felt it be before as Natsumi stared in shock.

"WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Chiaki shouted as she thrust her hands between her legs, squishing her breasts together in the process.

"S-Seeing why Hajime likes you!" she cried, even though she knew by this point that she wasn't doing it because of that anymore. With a determined expression, she grasped Chiaki's wrists and pulled.

"N-NO!" Chiaki cried, her wiggling causing her uniform to further slip off her body, revealing her shoulders as well, leaving the only parts of her body still covered to be her arms, feet, and lower legs, which wasn't really helpful at that moment.

"I…need to…see!" Natsumi cried as, with Chiaki being weaker, she yanked her arms aside. Her eyes widened as she found herself staring at Chiaki's pussy. Her wet lips dripped with arousal and were such a bright pink that Natsumi shuddered. She could feel arousal coiling around her body as if she were under its complete control, which she supposed she kind of was. Hajime almost completely left her mind as she took in Chiaki's entire body. She wished she could see her completely naked, but taking the time to remove the rest of her clothes may give the girl time to flee. She gulped and then did so again as she thought about her next action.

"D-Does Hajime really like me?" Chiaki suddenly asked, and Natsumi didn't know how to answer. Her lips felt dry as her head swam. Lust was beginning to overwhelm her logic and senses. She could barely think. It took several seconds before she realized Chiaki was still waiting, even looking her in the eyes after asking.

"I-I don't know…" she finally answered. Chiaki looked ready to ask something else, but a gasp came out instead as Natsumi brushed her finger against her lower lips. Her finger was coated with her juices almost immediately as she pulled back, her hand shaking. Chiaki looked tired and her face still burned red, and she was now looking away from the girl. Natsumi took a deep breath.

No more. Screw Hajime, especially if he didn't want to go for someone this unbelievably attractive.

Natsumi plunged her finger into Chiaki's pussy, and as the girl's moans exploded into the air and rattled around in Natsumi's ears, it was finally too much.

Natsumi spent the next hour making Chiaki feel good in ways she hadn't realized was possible. Natsumi even managed to get her stripped down completely and get herself naked as well as their bodies melded together. Chiaki wasn't sure how she felt about it all or if she should question her sexuality, but she couldn't help but admit it felt good all the same. Their moans became one and right there in view of anybody who passed by, they made love half a dozen times, purely blissful.

Until Hajime, who had recovered enough to come by to see if Chiaki was still there, saw them. He froze in place as they came into eyesight, as did they upon seeing them, and there was a brief staredown before Hajime turned and walked away, his face red and his dick hard.

After that, they finally stopped, and Natsumi dressed quickly before hurrying off, leaving Chiaki embarrassed, naked, and completely confused.

At least until their next time.