18 Naked Senpai in my room

Come to think of it I haven't seen Fuuka senpai since our kiss that night. No wonder things have been peaceful.

Guess she is reverse sleeping beauty. Kissing her gets rid of her. If I knew that from the start, I would've smooched her ages ago.

Having reached that conclusion, I reach out to the door of my dorm, but...

.In doing so, I notice a pair of new shoes in my shoe rack.

It was a woman's.

There are two possibilities to this. One, I'm a sleepwalking crossdresser. Two, there is a female intruder in my house. I'm leaning towards the latter.

I quietly checked each room but found no intruder, until I reached the final place, my bedroom. The door was closed. Backing away from the door for a moment, I quietly press my ear against the wall, but can't hear any noises from inside.

Well if a serial killer left their shoes on my shoe rack, they might not be much of a threat.

I tiptoed to my room's door and forcefully swing open the door to my room.

''...Don't move!''

''Whoa... you surprised me! Don't open the door all of a sudden.'' A feminine voice rang out.

A startled senpai was there in the middle of my room, but what caught my eye wasn't the girl itself, it's what she was doing. Her school blazer and skirt were down on my floor. Her black panties were visible through her semi-transparent pantyhose. SHE WAS STRIPPING!

''What are you doing here? I don't remember hiring a stripper? It's not even my birthday yet. You've got the wrong room.''

''Pfft... Ha... ahahaha! That's a new one! I didn't know you hire strippers for your birthday?''

Fuuka laughed wholeheartedly at my comment. She began unbuttoning her white shirt until it fell to the floor. Her figure was toned and long, with a fit and tight torso. A pale blue bra with flower motifs held her breasts together.

'' Fuuka... why are you in my room?''

''Why, you ask...? I was changing my clothes, duh...''

Fuuka points to a large overnight bag lying on the floor, presumably containing her spare clothes. Please don't tell me she's expecting a sleepover with me?

''You've got your own room, right?''

''It's on the other building, too much effort.''

She broke into my house, to change her clothes, JUST CAUSE HER ROOM WAS A COUPLE METER AWAY!?

Even Jeffery Epstein had a better reason for all the sex trafficking he did.

''...So... mind if I finish changing?'' Fukka asked with a raised eyebrow.

''Sigh... fine, I suppose...'' I replied going along with her. As much as I would love to, it's apparently ungentlemanlike to kick a half-naked girl out.

''Why don't you come in, instead of just standing by the door?'' Fukka said with a suggestive smile.

''I don't need you to tell me that. My room, remember?''

I walk into my room, dropping my schoolbag into my bed before cracking open a can of Pepsi I had left on my desk. Due to it being out in the open, it warmed up to room temperature. Normally, I prefer it cold, but it will have to suffice for the time being.

''...Uhh.., hey...? What..?'' Fukka tried to tell me something while looking confused.

Wow, now this is a sight for sore eyes. This might probably be the first time I've seen Fukka this distraught. Usually, she's all smiles and smirks like it's an episode of sesame street.

I took a sip of soda and then brought my eyes back to the half-naked Fukka like I was a dad watching a Saturday night football game with a can of beer.

''...What's wrong with you?''

What's wrong with me? I don't want to hear that from the girl who broke into my room just to change her clothes.

''You do realize a girl's getting changed in here, right? Wouldn't you normally excuse yourself ?'' She crossed her arms protectively hiding her breasts.

I guess this wasn't the reaction she was expecting from me.

''First of all, I'm not a normal man. Second... What? did you expect me to go Kyaaaa and avert my eyes or something?''

''Ah... but...''

''If you don't want to be seen, how about being frank about it and telling me to get out?'' Does she think I'm telepathic? I can't read minds.

''Rude! My body's not something I need to hide!'' She immediately unhooked her bra before putting both arms on her hips, Showing off her prideful breasts. Her boobs spilled out immediately. Tendrils of her white hair brushed against the inviting line of her cleavage.

I remain unfazed by her boldness.

Her body was kept fit by religious attention to yoga practice four times a week and intense cardio sessions late in the evening every other day. How do I know this? It's definitely not because she invited me to her private one-on-one naked yoga class. Which I respectively declined.

I still remember that text she sent me out of nowhere:''Iet me show you an activity that'll make you sweat even more than a 90-minute hot yoga class''

I assume she was talking about cardio. Right? RIGHT?

Her thick platinum white hair was kept in place by a black hairband.

She stood there wearing nothing but her lascivious black pantyhose, exposing her upper body with a smug grin, as if to say "Check it out, I'm the big tits character!"

'' So? What do you think?''

''Want me to stick a twenty in your panties while I'm at it? ' I asked.

'' Oi...I think I told you that I'm not a stripper already.'' She replied, now sounding a bit annoyed.

''Sure...whatever you say. You seem pretty used to this tho.''

''Hey! that's my line! What kinda guy looks at a naked girl with such dead eyes?''

''If you didn't want to be seen, you should have said so from the start. I'm going outside. Call me when you're done changing.''

''Don't bother! I'll be done in a minute.''

What a troublesome woman. watch me, don't watch me, then watch me again. She changes her mind faster than those Americans coming up with a new gender every few seconds.

''Just stay there and observe!''

''Nice tits.'' I took another sip from my can.

''I didn't ask for your thoughts!''

Downing down the entire can of soda, I turn my back on Fuuka for the moment.

I could hear the rustling of clothes from behind me.

I don't have any real obligation to be considerate of Fuuka but, well, this kind of thoughtfulness is what keeps society moving smoothly.

''YO! Ayanokouji!''

''What?'' I replied annoyed.

Fuuka clung to me from behind before forcefully pressing her oversized lumps of breast-blubber against me.

''Thanks for waiting! I'm done changing.''

''I wasn't really waiting.''

''Well? What do you think?'' A sly grin on her face.

She backed off so I could get a better look. Even going as far as to pose like those magazine models.

Despite all of her nonsense, I do have to admit-

Fuuka is an absolutely gorgeous young woman, and her outfit did nothing to hide that fact, in fact, it further accentuated it. She wore a tight black pencil skirt and stockings that looked like they had been painted onto the sculpted surface of her thighs.

Her legs were long and sensational, and she wore trendy dark boots with ridiculous heels, emphasizing her ass and legs even more.

A light brown sleeveless sweater clung tightly to her body, cut off just beneath her breasts. The thick blanket of her hair that was held with a black hairband, draped almost to the top of her behind.

She must've realized I had been looking too much at her breasts because she tilted her back giving me an even better view.

''Even if it's summer, this is a bit over the top. Too much exposure. Your breasts are barely staying in that thing.''

''Ah, it's fine. I've got the goods, so wouldn't it be a waste of resources not to show off a bit?''

...A waste of resources?

Someone should warn Elon Musk, this woman's trying to disrupt the economy of our humble society via her tits...?

Fuuka intertwined her hand with mine, pressing her breasts against it, pulling me along with her.

'' Where are you dragging me into this time?'' I asked, clear tiredness in my voice.

I just got home and didn't even get the chance to change and freshen up.

'' To the grocery store!''

'' Uh...Why?''

'' Well apparently guys like girls that can cook, and I happen to be an excellent chef. So I figured I might as well bake you a cake. Vanilla of course. Fuck off Gordan Ramsy there is a new MasterChef in town!"

''....''

''Also I never backed for someone else before, you would literally be my first,'' she teasingly pressed a finger to my cheeks.

''No...I meant why are you dragging me into it? ''

'' Food tastes better when someone else makes it. Duh.''

'' Thanks but no thanks, I'm fine with instant noodles, I don't need any cake!''

'' I figured you would say something like that, so I threw all of your cup ramen in the dumpster. Your fridge is practically empty now. Muhuhahaha.''

Fuuka did an evil laugh like she was one of those James bond villains.

''........''

''Fear not Ayanokouji. With me by your side, It's going to be legen-- wait for it-- and I hope you're not lactose intolerant, because the second half of the word is-- dary! LEGENDARY!''

''.....''

I just want my ramen back.

[Kei POV]

Alright Kei, you got this. All you gotta do is go in there explain the situation and ask him to play along. Bribe him if you have to. I kept talking to myself.

Heck! You don't even have to explain anything.

Think of this like this, I'm the popular girl while he's the gloomy loner no one talks to. I'm basically a queen in front of his peasant eyes. Yeah, Yeah, I can probably pull it off if I do this with that mindset.

To the untrained eye, I might seem narcissistic, but it's just an act so it doesn't really matter.

This is the first time I'm in the boy's dorm section. It pretty much looks the same as the girls.

The place looks pretty deserted, guess most of them went to do their club.

According to Matsushita, Ayanokouji's dorm number is 401 on the third floor. Huh? Now that I think about it I forgot to ask how she got that information.

But maybe that's for the best. That girl is waaaay too good at stalking. It's like she was made for it. Kinda creepy if I'm being honest.

I immediately realized something was wrong and hid in the corner. By carefully peeking I saw the same white-haired senpai pushing Ayanakouji out of his door.

Guess I was right to trust my gut feeling to hide. My situational instincts have always been really good, and I have learned to completely trust them by now.

I carefully looked at that white-haired senpai. Why is she wearing casual clothes? More importantly, why is she coming out of Ayanakouji's room?

D-Don't tell me...they...

gulp

They did the deed, didn't they?

Ew those skanks, school is a place to learn no-not t-this.... Granted I haven't touched a single textbook since I came here, BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!!

Only God knows what devious atrocities went inside that room.

.........

He most likely kissed that senpai passionately, trying to make her comfortable while he strips all of her clothes away one by one with each lingering kiss. Then he would slide his fingers down her panties until it enters her....Eeeeeeek!!

Kyaa... Bad Kei! Bad! don't imagine it. Dammit, now the picture is stuck in my head.

......

He probably grabbed that senpai's hair and put her on top of his desk, spanked her ass into oblivion, and then fucked her while she begged for more.

Aaaaaah... stop it brain!

...

He probably pinned her down with her arms behind her back and called her a bad, bad girl.

Why won't you listen to me!?!

I took another peek. My eyes naturally went down his pants, wondering how big his........AAAAHHH!!

STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!!

I repeatedly banged my own head against the wall trying to block my imaginations.

What's up with that guy?!? He looks so docile like he won't even hurt a fly, to think he bares his fangs from the shadows. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

YEAH!...that's what he is! A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING!!

DAMMIT SATOU!! WHAT DID YOU EVEN SEE IN THAT GUY!?!

But if he's a wolf.....What does that make me?

......

Little red riding hood.....

I'm an innocent little girl...completely at his mercy❤.

I started unconsciously rubbing my thighs together, a clear blush on my face while my breath got heated.

He already corrupted that headstrong senpai... I mean just look at the way she's clinging on him, like a newlywed wife about to go on her first honeymoon.

Ayanokouji on the other hand looks like the dad who's about to go to the groceries for some milk, and never comes back.

Look at those eyes, so cold.

So if I were to date him even though it's temporary.....W-Won't I be devoured by him❤?

Scary....

My breath was getting labored while my left hand started sliding under my skirt.

I suddenly heard Ayanokouji and that senpai's footsteps heading my way.

Without even realizing it, I found myself sprinting away from Ayanokouji's dorm, not looking back.

''I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY, I'M DOING A TACTICAL RETREAT,'' I kept telling myself.

Sorry Satou! Seducing Ayanokouji will have to wait.... I need to prepare my heart first!

Never in my dreams did I ever imagine that I would one day encounter a situation this horrifying yet tempting at the same time.