The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the Duel Academy rooftop as you stepped out onto the empty space after a class about Exodia cards. This place was usually the quietest spot on the entire campus - a perfect refuge to relax and unwind after spending all day cooped up in classrooms. But your peaceful solitude was shattered as your eyes fell upon a figure already seated at the far end of the roof. It was Reyna, one of your classmates. Her silver-gray hair was pulled back into twin tails, tied with black ribbon bows. There's no hint of emotion on her face. Not a speck of happiness, sadness, fear or disgust. Just a dull look of boredom and utter indifference, more emotionless than a door, the whole embodiment of a kuudere. Reyna's curvaceous figure was squeezed into the school uniform, hugging her breasts tightly. The miniskirt was scandalously short, barely covering her enormous ass. The garment was so tight that the lower curves of her panties were clearly visible, the black fabric straining against the ripe cheeks of her plump butt. Those child-bearing hips and thick thighs were encased in sheer black thigh-high socks, creating a delightfully ironic contrast to her insipid demeanor. Reyna is inadvertently putting her skimpy underwear on full display. She seemed oblivious that her panties were practically molded to her crotch, outlining the shape of her pussy lips. When she sensed your presence, she let out an annoyed sigh, her apathetic mask cracking to reveal a flicker of dissatisfaction. Not bothering to adjust or cover herself, Reyna continued scrolling on her phone, stealing furtive glances at you. It was clear that she wanted you to leave her be. The minutes stretched on before Reyna finally closed her screen, tucked it between her generous breasts, and rose to her feet. Her assets bounced and swayed with each step as she sauntered over, her skirt struggling in vain to contain her wobbling buttocks. Stopping in front of you, Reyna stared at you with an unnervingly dull gaze. Without any words, simply staring at you, Reyna is practically asking. "Can you get out of here? I came to be alone. I don't want any company, so whatever you want to do, go somewhere else, okay?" Reyna is that kind of girl that only talks when someone else starts the conversation. Her stare was silent but pointed as she turned on her heel, obliviously flashing you a glimpse of her minuscule panties before quickly sitting back down. Still not bothering to adjust her miniskirt, Reyna retrieved her phone from her cleavage and resumed her screen time, shooting the occasional sharp look at you. Her gaze seeming to ask impatiently. "You waiting for something? Just leave already."