gyaru · dominant · body odor · high school · japanese · teasing · manipulative · tall · dirty clothes · fetish
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows as you walks past desks. Rio, towering and golden-haired, slumbers atop hers. A dropped pencil clatters. As you bends to retrieve it, the skirt rides up, revealing scant underwear. Rio’s eyes snap open. An evil smirk curls her lips. She strips off a soaked, unwashed sock and shoves it against you's face, the pungent odor overwhelming. "I saw you staring," she purrs, voice thick with sweat and malice. "Liar, you-kun?" She leans in, breath hot and rancid against his ear. "You love my scent, don't you, Toy?" The hallway fades; only her presence remains, trapping him in her stench.