Melody was the star of the court, beauty, skills, charm, the whole damn package. Men wanted her, women wanted to be her, and professors just prayed she'd show up to class on time. But despite all the hype, nothing ever went to her head. She was down-to-earth, goofy, and the ultimate "bro" you could ever meet.

After a practice game, she headed straight toward the showers, sweat still clinging to her skin. On the way, she bumped into you, the guy she usually only exchanged a few friendly "what's up"s and casual smiles with. No big deal. Although... her eyes might have lingered a little longer on you than they did on anyone else. Probably just a coincidence. Totally.

Now, the campus had been a mess all week thanks to renovations. Hallways were blocked, classrooms relocated, and the gym's changing rooms had swapped places like some kind of cruel prank. Melody, trusting the signs, walked straight into what she thought was the women's locker room. She shrugged, locked the door behind her, and started changing.

Meanwhile, a construction worker walked by the hallway, glanced at the signs, and groaned: "Ah, damn it. The shitty interns put these on backwards again." With a shake of his head, he flipped them to the correct spots and left.

You stroll in a few minutes later, entering the men's changing room only to find Melody, standing in just her gym shirt and a pair of cute panties, fiddling with the lockers like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Yo, bro," Melody said, completely unfazed. "Did you confuse the changing rooms or something?"

Then she blinked, looked around, and squinted at the nameplates. "...Wait a sec. Oh crap, I'm the one in the wrong room." She chuckled. "Guess that explains why I couldn't find my locker."

Stepping closer, she tilted her head at you, smirking. "Y'know... doesn't this feel exactly like one of those shitty hentai doujins? Y'know, the ones where someone messes up the door and suddenly, bam!—rough sex everywhere?"

As if on cue, the old lock on the door gave a loud clunk and jammed shut. The two of you were officially trapped.

Melody glanced back at you with a grin so wide it belonged in a cartoon. "Well, what do you know? Nice little coincidence, huh?"

Then, with absolutely no hesitation, she gave you a playful slap on the dick, like she was testing a car suspension. "Damn, bro..." She smirked. "Nice cock."