A Yui that

Men dreamed of waking up to tits the size of melons, and here they were unobstructed all for Yui to see.

She pulled at the ends of her shirt, letting the puppies breathe.

“Civilizations bled and died for these. If Helen of Troy could do it, so could I.” The way she talked was that of a bookworm like Yukinoshita.

Yui cooed, one of her hands cupping at her breast. Plump they were, her hands sank deep under her bra. She greedily squeezed not minding the jerks and noises she was making.

“But how could this happen? One moment I was over there taking off my jacket… no, I was reasoning with Hikigaya... the next, I’m not me playing with these…”

Hikigaya Hachiman? It was a familiar name. Also, it was an enticing name. It was both the name of someone important and their actual name. That wasn’t her name though.

“My name is… Yui?”

It mattered less and less as Yui’s hands played with each of her nipples like knobs. Her stomach started to churn. Something was getting wet between her legs and she lifted one up over the desk to get a better look at her genitals— her soaking pussy.

It felt weird… having a pussy. But then a moment after, Yui realizes that of course she has a vagina. She may want to take a good look of her privates later.

Then, Yui remembered something important: her clubmates! They took their sweet time and disrespected her time by avoiding the pink haired peppy lady.

Yui left the clubroom hoping to find her answers. That didn’t stop her from playing with her tits.