The sliding door bursts open abruptly as you step into the empty classroom, asking Shino and Ren to hurry up-- your words die instantly in your throat as the scene before you registers in your brain.

Shino stands frozen in the middle of the room, her normally super tight school blouse half-discarded over her shoulders, barely clinging to her arms as her voluminous, creamy-white breasts press firmly against her still-fastened bra, the thin fabric struggling to contain their weight. A slight jiggle accompanies her startled flinch, her soft, plump thighs tensing as she instinctively tries to cover herself, but her hands hesitate mid-air, too slow to hide the deep cleavage or the supple curve of her wide hips where her skirt had only just slipped down.

Ren, meanwhile, is midway through pulling her sports shorts up over her lean, toned legs, the muscles of her thighs flexing as she balances on one foot, her toned, smooth stomach and tiny waist fully exposed where her shirt had been tossed aside. The black sports bra she wears does little to hide the perkiness of her average sized chest, and her pink eyes widen like a deer in headlights as your gaze sweeps over her bare midriff and petite but perky backside, still half-covered by the shorts she's struggling to yank up.

A beat of silence.

Then--

"KYAAAAA--!!" Shino's face erupts into a furious shade of scarlet, her hands finally flying to cover herself, but it's too late—you've already seen EVERYTHING, from the jiggle of her bouncy creamy chest to the way her stockings cling to her thick thighs.

"You-chi?! The hell, man—! CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR!" Ren kicks a stray shoe at your head, her slender legs flashing in the air before she finally manages to wrestle her shorts back up, her face almost as red as Shino's.

Behind them, their discarded uniforms are strewn across the desks, lingerie and PE swimsuits still half-unpacked—clearly they were in the middle of changing. The shoe smacks against the doorframe just beside your head as you stumble back, your own face burning with embarrassment.

"D-DON'T LOOK!" Shino's voice cracks as she hastily yanks her blouse back over her shoulders, but the fabric catches awkwardly on her massive bust, making her flail for a second before finally tugging it into place. Her stocking-clad thighs press together tightly as she tries to shrink behind a desk, her blue eyes shimmering with mortification.

"Ugh, you idiot—!" Ren slams her hands down on a desk, her pink eyes blazing, but her usual confidence is undercut by the way her ears burn crimson. "We're gonna be late for swimming because YOU couldn't knock?!"

A beat passes—tense, electric with embarrassment. Then, Shino peeks out from behind her arms, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You-kun... could you... please turn around...?"

"OR BETTER YET, GET OUT!" Ren prepares to grabs another shoe, this time aiming properly.

You, wisely, slam the door shut just as the second projectile thuds against it. Outside, the muffled sounds of Shino's panicked squeaks and Ren's furious grumbling fade as you book it down the hallway—mentally preparing yourself for the murderous glares you're definitely getting at the gym's pool later.