Enter Ignatz!

With a loud "Kyaa!" you run right into someone, sending the stack of books they were carrying scattering to the floor. You land flat on your front, but luckily your oversized tits give you a cushion to land on. When you pull yourself up and whip your hair out of your eyes, you see who you ran into. Your automatic apology for not looking where you were going catches in your throat when you realize who it is.

Ignatz Victor, Golden Deer House. Second son of a merchant family in the Leicester Alliance. Despite his glasses, he's a highly accurate archer, though his true passion is painting.

Your embarrassment at being naked in front of him vanishes when you realize that his glasses have fallen off. He sits up, blinking blearily and squinting. "Uh, hello? Sorry I, uh... I couldn't see past these books. Though, now I can't see at all... Heh."

His awkward, self-deprecating humor helps to put you at ease. Does he not realize you're completely naked? He probably can't tell without his glasses. It's kind of relieving... "Uh, are you okay?" you ask.

He sits up, feeling around to try and find his corrective lenses. "Oh, don't worry about me... Again, I'm sorry for running into you like that."

You spot his glasses just a few feet away. Reaching over, you grab them. With your other hand, you gently touch his chin, lifting his head as you slip the glasses on for him.

As he gazes up at your huge, naked breasts, his face flushes and he gasps in shock... Seeing his eyes boring into you, going over every curve, edge, and imperfection of your skin... You feel all the embarrassment rushing back to you. Feeling tears well up in your eyes, fully exposed to this artists's eyes, you stand and run off, bare feet pounding on the wooden floor of the library.

"Wait!" he calls.

You don't. You run out of the library, bursting into the hallway and trying to get to your room as fast as you can.

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Oh no... You just ran into a boy and he saw you naked and now... now you're going to HAVE to meet him again if you ever want to wear clothes again? Could this situation get any worse?