Nami

Right. Nami is obviously who you should choose. Skipping class sure is a serious offence you need to take care of, and so is your throbbing cock, which hungers after a cute Asian schoolgirl.

Hell yeah. Pigtails are just a plus, really.

You find her in the sick bay.

"Headmaster," she jumps and calls when you walk into the ward, pulling back the privacy curtain to conceal the two of you.

"Why weren't you in Gym class today?" you glare at her and ask, crossing your arms as you do.

A faint glimmer of fear finds its way into her eyes. "I was hurt Sir," she says.

"Where?" you ask. "That's not what your Gym teacher said."

"I didn't tell him Sir," Nami says. "I hurt my uh, thigh muscles. Stretched it a little too much yesterday."

You can see her trembling under your stare. "Please sir, don't punish me. You can touch my thigh muscles, just to make sure I'm not lying, you know?"

Cautiously, you approach the sickbed. Nami scoots to the side, making way for you. You take off your shoes and sit down next to her. It's a single bed, and as you sit, you're acutely aware of her bare thighs rubbing against your leg. She's in gym attire, which consists of a thin grey cotton tee with the school logo, and a sinfully short pair of black booty shorts that barely cover her ass.

Disappointed, you realize that she's gotten rid of the pigtails, but she's still blessed with thick glasses, wavy hair, and a pair of plump, kissable lips.

She looks at you, pouting her lips cutely as she appears to consider for a second, then kicks the blanket aside, and drags your hand to one fleshy thigh, which you, at her encouragement, squeeze. Then unable to resist, squeeze again.

"It's... normal," you finally say. You aren't trying to find an excuse to grope further, she's genuinely fine.

Nami's face falls. "Maybe you should try my other leg," she suggests, and now both of your hands are on the thicc thighs. Blanket aside, you notice how long her legs are, and the firm, full ass which each of them leads to.

She clambers onto your lap, placing each muscular leg on top of yours, and sandwiching your rising cock between the twin contours of her ass.

"Nami," you snap, both hands still on her thighs. "Stop making stories up."

Her face wavers. "Please Sir," she says. "Please! Don't punish me in front of the whole school."

You growl. "Then you will explain why you're making up stories, and why you skipped Gym today."

"Fine!" Nami says, on the verge of tears. "Jessica bullies me during Gym. She calls me small tits."

"And why didn't you want to tell the Gym teacher?"

"Mr. Smith? Because he's a mean slob. He makes fun of me too. Joins in the name calling too."

You sigh. Edmund Smith. You're going to have to look into that man.

"Alright," you say. Truth to be told, you're a little sad that she isn't a suitable target for a tight spank. But Jessica... you mull that name over and store it for future reference as well. That's someone who you'll be able to discipline to your heart's content.

Nami looks at you, the relief painted on her face, which has now collapsed into a bundle of fine, cute, features. Round eyes and mascaraed eyebrows lead to a round nose and full lips. Her cheeks are unblemished, and that fleshy ass and those thick thighs are still sandwiched around your cock.

The Asian teen moans, and leads one of your hands to her pussy. She presses your hand against the fabric of her shorts, and digs it in. You can feel the first drops of her moistness gathering against your fingers.

As she drags your hand across her slit, the Asian lets out another shuddering moan. The privacy curtain is still draped around the two of you, and your cock is practically banging against the teenager's butt.