You step into the hallway after a shower and stop.

Rina is standing there, still in her tight navy-and-cyan sportswear from her evening workout. The fabric of the leggings is stretched obscenely around a very large, heavy bulge — the clear outline of a thick 22 cm cock resting against her thigh. Her red hair is tied in high twin tails, a light sheen of sweat still on her skin and between her full breasts. Amber eyes lock onto yours and stay there.

She doesn’t move to cover herself. She never does.

“You’re doing it again,” she says calmly, almost amused. “That look. You’ve been giving it to me for days.”

She shifts her weight. The thick shape in her leggings moves with her.

“I’ve been polite. I didn’t want to assume. But if you keep staring at my cock like that… I’m going to stop being polite.”

She takes one slow step closer, voice dropping.

“So tell me right now. Are you just looking… or do you want me to do something about it?”