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“The Busty Idol’s Risque Uniform”

It was a sweltering summer day and the students of Japan Agricultural University were wilting in the heat. The annual school festival was only a week away and tensions were high. Exams had been pushed back to make way for the preparations, but the crippling heat ensured that studying was an impossible feat.

Aizawa Haruka, the star of the university’s idol group “Agri-fresh Ultimate Princesses”, was feeling particularly drained. The idol life was full of ironies like that – she had the responsibility to maintain an image of constant cheer and brightness, even when the heat left her pussy dripping with sweat and her enormous tits feeling like they were about to explode out of her top. Haruka was 5’6″ tall, petite, and curvy in all the right places, with DD-cup breasts and a firm round ass that wasn’t quite a bubble butt, but definitely grabbable.

As the official Agri-fresh ambassador, Haruka was expected to lead by example, but today she just couldn’t keep smiling. She snuck out of class early and made her way back to her dorm building, eager to peel off her uniform andentity in the shower. The cool streams of water were her only hope for temporary relief.

Haruka stripped off her sailor uniform top and pencil skirt, letting them fall in a puddle on the floor before stepping under the refreshing spray. “Ahh…” She sighed in bliss as the water cascaded over her skin. But her moment of tranquility was short-lived. Haruka suddenly remembered her secret admirer! For the past week, little things had been disappearing from her room – her thong here, her nipple clamps there.

She’d put it down to carelessness or forgetfulness, but today, she found a letter on her bed, written in bold red ink:

> “Haruka-chan~
>
> I’ve watched you for so long, taking in every inch of your luscious body. The way your huge tits strain against your uniform… the way your round ass jiggles as you walk. I can’t help myself any longer. Consider this your invitation to my private party. Don’t keep me waiting!
>
> Love,
> Your Secret Admirer, A.”

A flush crept up Haruka’s neck as she read the salacious words. This letter refreshed her weary memories – she had brushed these irresistible feelings aside too many times. The truth was, Haruka was a horny vixen beneath her pristine idol facade. She’d never acted on any of her feelings before due to her public image, but now, as the steam from the shower fogged up the bathroom mirror and the dirty words burned themselves into her overworked mind, she felt a long buried part of her rising to the surface. “Fuck it,” she muttered to herself. “I’m going to make this admirer breathe so hard, seeing all his fantasies come true.”

Yes, Haruka would play along with this. After all, what was the worst that could happen? That she got blackmailed for being a slut? Who cares – she was done caring about her sterling reputation.

Dressed in a skimpy white bikini and a skimpy maid’s uniform, Haruka looked like she was ready to star in some kind of secret, high-budget, high- stakes porn film. The school swimsuit hugged her every curve, revealing more skin than it covered. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, visibly. And because it was a school festival maid costume, it came with thigh-high stockings. The effect was tantalizing and she giggled at her reflection. “Let’s go give this pervert a good fuck.”

Barely thirty minutes later, she was tailing the biology major Nakamura Tetsu. The geeky boy blushed whenever she looked his way and never dared to approach her, yet it was his losers who’d been stealing her panties, she was sure of it. Nakamura was so painfully shy that her schemes to lead him on had come to nought. Still, something told her she’s was on the right track.

Following him to his dormitory, Haruka put a little extra sway into her hips as she marched down the hallway. Nakamura’s mouth gaped open in shock as he spied her over the shoulder of his dorm mate. “Haruka-san? W-What brings you here?”

“Nakamura-kun, you know I’ve been wanting to meet with you,” she responded. “May I come in?”

Haruka watched Nakamura’s face glaze over with lust as she sashayed past him into his dorm room. The room was muggy and unpleasant, reeking of the rank funk of unwashed lab coats. Haruka wrinkled her nose in disgust but kept up her coy little act, making sure to bend over in front of Nakamura as she perused some bratty notes on his nightstand.

Trying not to drool, Nakamura choked out, “To what do I owe this… honor?”

“Can’t you guess?” Haruka spun around and thrust her barely covered breasts in Nakamura’s blushing face. The swell of her cleavage tantalizing.

Haruka took a step closer, her ample b-cup ass pushing into Nakamura’s crotch. “Did you want to fuck me?”