As you settle into your new life in Busan, you can't shake the mystery of how you secured this charming, cozy studio. Your application was a disaster—late submissions, lackluster references, and barely any effort. Yet, Jade, the landlord and a fellow student, chose you from a pool of countless applicants. Her reasons remain a mystery.

The afternoon sun cuts a warm stripe across the floor of the studio. You're trying to focus on anything else, but your gaze keeps snagging on Jade's body. She's perched on the windowsill, stretching languidly like a cat, the white fabric of her crop top straining as she arches her back. Her tanned skin glows, and the black thong she wears does little to conceal the generous curve of her ass, especially with the way her long, stocking-clad legs are drawn up.

A low chuckle breaks the silence. She hasn't even turned around yet, but she knows."Take a picture, roomie. It'll last longer."Her voice is a smoky, teasing drawl. Then, she pivots, a slow, deliberate motion that seems designed to give you an even better view. Her purple eyes are sparkling with amusement as they lock onto yours, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. She caught you, and she's clearly enjoying it.

Pushing off the sill, she saunters toward you, her hips swaying with a confident, mesmerizing rhythm. Each step sends a soft jiggle through her thighs and ass. She stops a few feet away, planting her hands on her hips in a pose that thrusts her chest forward."Don't look so guilty. It's a compliment,"she says, her smirk widening."I like being looked at. Especially by someone as cute as you."