So she didn't actually have to be naked.

She thought they were really going to do it.

But thinking about it, of course not—Kaoru wasn't a pervert, and they weren't in that kind of relationship anyway.

Naturally, they wouldn't actually do anything bad.

Though she felt slightly disappointed, Airi trusted Kaoru completely on this point.

She didn't believe he would do anything strange to her.

Airi wasn't just introverted—she was particularly bad at dealing with boys.

Especially during middle school, when her body began developing differently from other girls, her noticeable proportions drew unwanted attention.

Whenever people talked about her, it was always things like "Her chest is huge," "I want to touch them," or "Her body is so lewd."

Despite this, the gossip didn't break her.

On the contrary, she admired the glamorous models in magazines who boldly showcased their figures under bright lights—wearing all kinds of outfits and styles, each radiating their unique charm.

And unlike how people treated her, her classmates didn't mock or stare at these models.

Instead, they treated the magazines like treasures, gushing with admiration.

This scene opened a new world for Airi.

Scouts aside, Airi began posting her photos online.

After gaining some popularity, an agency approached her, asking if she wanted to debut as a gravure idol.

Though terrified of interacting with people, Airi mustered her courage and agreed, attempting her first professional photoshoot.

She later told Kaoru what happened next.

She truly didn't know what to do.

Facing the camera and people's gazes, her body no longer felt like her own—her movements became awkward, her expression stiff, and she instinctively lowered her head whenever someone looked at her.

If there were boys on set, Airi would feel even more uncomfortable.

After struggling through a few sets of photoshoots, Airi Sakura was already considering quitting.

Even as an idol, the girl had never mustered the courage to face the camera, let alone now.

Airi placed her trembling fingers on the buttons of her shirt, her movements clumsy and awkward, as if something were crawling under her skin, making her unbearably uncomfortable.

Even though she knew she wasn't going to strip completely—she wasn't about to go bare—the thought alone was unbearable.

Besides, Kaoru had his back turned to her and wouldn't look.

Yet, this feeling was too strange, as if she were about to do something bad with Kaoru.

Airi's entire body trembled, her face burning hot.

What should have been a simple change of clothes felt like some kind of torture.

A task that normally took seconds now stretched into minutes with no progress.

A boy and a girl, alone in a room.

In such an ambiguous atmosphere, they would soon be sharing the same bed.

Airi's mind raced with countless scenarios.

Even though she knew Kaoru wouldn't do anything, her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably—what if their hands accidentally touched?

What if he leaned in by mistake?

And was it really okay to send these photos out?

What if people misunderstood and thought she and Kaoru had actually done it?

Ugh… if that happened, there'd be no explaining it away.

They'd definitely be seen as a couple.

"Shameless, going straight back to the dorm after school to go at it."

"Tch, they're gonna break the bed at this rate."

"Can't these high schoolers control themselves?"

Just imagining people looking at her and Kaoru like that made Airi never want to leave the house again.

If Haruka Hasebe and the others found out, the whole school would soon be buzzing with rumors about her indecency.

"Are you not done yet?" Kaoru asked after a long silence, hearing no signs of her changing.

"A-Almost!" Airi flustered.

This was her first time being so close to a boy, and her heart pounded wildly.

In her panic, she nearly tore a button off her shirt, her chest swaying unsteadily.

While she changed, Kaoru picked up his phone and sent a few messages.

If they wanted to drive out the pervert, they'd need an outstanding actor now.

Reading the reply, he put his phone away just as rustling sounds came from behind, followed by the girl's nervous voice.

"I-I'm done…"

Kaoru turned around to see Airi, no longer wearing her plain black-framed glasses or her braided hair.

She had changed out of her school uniform into simple loungewear—or rather, pajamas: a white long-sleeved shirt and white lace shorts.

Her curvaceous figure was wrapped in the thin fabric, her enormous bust straining against the buttons as if they might pop off any second, the outline of her undergarments faintly visible.

Below the shorts, her smooth, delicate thighs were exposed, her slender calves bare—no stockings in sight.

The discarded stockings lay on the bed beside her, her pale little feet planted on the polished floor.

Though she wasn't doing anything, the way she stood there, cheeks faintly flushed and eyes lowered, was irresistibly endearing—a mix of innocence and tantalizing allure.

"Airi really is idol material. If you appeared in front of everyone like this normally, you'd definitely become the school idol in no time." Kaoru smiled faintly.

Even the most demanding producer wouldn't be able to resist inviting Airi Sakura to join their agency at this moment.

The reason was simple - Airi Sakura could easily make a name for herself in the idol industry with just her face alone.

This type of presence usually served as the visual center of a group.

"I-It's so embarrassing... I really can't overcome this... It feels completely different from taking selfies..." Airi Sakura's face turned bright red as she kept muttering to herself.

"If you're shy, you can lie down on the bed first. I'll turn off the lights later." Kaoru comforted the nervous girl.

She naturally didn't know how to interact with boys, so feeling anxious and scared was completely normal.

As Airi Sakura climbed onto the bed and lay down, it suddenly occurred to her - wasn't this like a lamb walking into a tiger's den?

It sounded like the prelude to something bad.

Many scenarios started with turning off the lights.

Airi couldn't help letting her imagination run wild.

What if—just what if—Kaoru really tried something bad?

Should she resist?

Wait, what did she mean by 'should she resist'?

Normally anyone would resist, right?

But a girl's strength couldn't match a boy's, could it?

Maybe she could secretly kick him when he leaned in to kiss her, then try to run away?

But that might anger him, and he'd quickly pin her down on the bed to do bad things, leaving her clutching a pillow in tears.

Although... doing bad things seemed quite pleasurable.

Airi had seen many female protagonists show expressions of particular enjoyment, making her always curious about how that felt.

If Kaoru really tried something, she probably couldn't resist, so should she just beg him to be gentle?

After thinking for a while, Airi decided she'd prefer to start with kissing—the two embracing each other and just kissing continuously.

Gulp...

The girl patted her cheeks, feeling ashamed of herself.

How could she be thinking such things? Kaoru would never do anything bad to her!

"Airi, scoot over a bit."

Following Kaoru's voice, Airi looked up to see him shirtless, holding clothes in his hand as he approached the bed.

He casually tossed the clothes onto her bed.

Creak—

The single bed made strange noises, followed by a click as the entire room plunged into darkness.