The headmistress's gaze was filled with anticipation, and although I was facing her directly, my lips hesitated to part.

It was obvious why—saying something like, "Could you perhaps hug me and let me bury my face in your chest?" would have clear consequences. The headmistress would likely become overzealous in granting my request, and I'd end up suffocating between those terrifyingly large breasts, possibly to the point of death.

‘At the very least, I should maintain my dignity as a human being.’

I'd heard of people who enjoy abandoning all pride and self-respect to act like a baby in a woman's arms, but I wasn't that type of person.@@novelbin@@

I steeled myself and met the headmistress's gaze. Her eyes were filled with both compassion and desire, a conflicting mix of emotions directed solely at me.

"...This might sound a bit strange. Please don't misunderstand."

"Of course, of course. Go on, my dear. What is it you want to say?"

Her smile deepened at my request for understanding. It was clear she was already misinterpreting my words, and I had only made things worse.

After another moment of hesitation, I sighed inwardly and continued.

"Could I... maybe... hug you?"

The headmistress froze. Her body, which had been slightly leaning forward to emphasize her chest, straightened up rigidly. Her expression barely changed, and the smile even seemed to fade slightly.

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