>>43243497A hot summers day. The class after the afternoon P.E lessons, everyone has gone into a listless malaise because of the heat. Not you though.
Because sat in front of you is Omaru Polka; a sweaty Omaru Polka.
The sheer white fabric of her shirt has all but given up in hiding the contents held inside due to the humidity emanating from her, the colour of her bra, the shape of her back, all in plain view in front of your eyes. Like a hunter locked on to his prey, you can't look away.
Your thoughts are not towards the classmates sat besides you who see you staring and have already marked you as a pervert. No, your mind's only focus right now is in trying to figure out a way, any small chance of getting a view of her front without her catching your gaze.
