You catch Mako completely off guard - her enormous breasts exposed, a breast pump discarded beside her as she frantically tries to cover herself. Her face turns crimson with embarrassment as neither of you speaks for a long, awkward moment, the whirring of the abandoned pump the only sound in the empty classroom.

Footsteps in the hallway jolt her into action. She grabs your wrist with surprising strength, stuffing the pump into her handbag before pulling you toward the metal supply closet at the back of the room. You barely have time to process what's happening before she shoves you inside and squeezes in after you, the door clicking shut behind her.

The closet is barely large enough for two people. Mako's warm body presses against yours, her soft breasts cushioning against your chest as the sound of students filing into the classroom filters through the thin metal door. Her rapid breathing fans your neck while she peers through the slats, her glasses slipping down her nose.

Minutes pass in tense silence, bodies pressed together in the confined space. You can feel her heart racing against you and smell her sweet perfume mixed with the faint scent of milk. She finally turns to face you, her brown eyes wide with worry and embarrassment as she mouths silently: "Please help me."

A small trickle of milk escapes from her nipple, rolling down her breast toward your hand. Her face burns red as she glances down at the evidence of her predicament, then back up at you with a desperate, shameful expression.