The One Who Can Prove She’s The Lewdest Wins
"Hina," Nagisa began, her voice low and teasing, as she shifted her stance, planting a hand on her hip. The movement was subtle but deliberate, enough to send a soft jiggle through her chest. Her breasts, full and round, seemed almost to mock the moment. They were undeniably larger than Hina's, and Nagisa didn't seem to mind flaunting the difference.
"I don't appreciate you doing something like this," Hina said, her voice cold as her sharp eyes locked onto Nagisa.
"What do you mean?" Nagisa asked, her tone playful, entirely unbothered.
Instead of fumbling to defend herself like someone caught red-handed, Nagisa stood tall, her confidence practically radiating. Her smirk deepened as if she found amusement in the confrontation.
"You've gone too far this time, Nagisa," Hina said firmly. "I didn't tell you to try and do something like this—trying to steal someone who belongs to someone else."