Aoi's fingers trembled as she obeyed, starting at the top button, revealing inch by inch of her pale, smooth skin. The simple white bra came into view, the lace edges hugging her full breasts, her nipples hard peaks straining against the thin fabric. "Like this? Am I... doing it right?"
"Perfect," he praised, his eyes devouring her. The shirt hung open now, exposing her flat stomach and the gentle curve of her ribs. "You're such a good girl for listening. But look at you, exposing yourself in the art room like a needy slut. What would everyone say if they knew? The class rep, baring her tits where anyone could walk in."
The shame play hit her like a spark; she flushed deeper, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs, but her nipples tightened further, begging for touch. "They'd think I'm bad. A disappointment. But... it feels good. Forbidden. Like I'm finally free."
"Exactly." Akira closed the distance, his hand slipping inside her open shirt to cup her breast over the bra.
