Preperations

"Please, take a seat." Kirari invited Sayaka into her room. The secretary hesitated before entering, moving through the door way with the reverence of a pilgrim entering a holy site. The room was lavish. Fine carpets, a four post bed, hand crafted furniture. Kirari rolled her eyes in bemusement as Sayaka smoothed her skirt and sat on the floor, as if she were in any common room. "I'm going to freshen up."

Kirari left the girl sitting on the floor and entered her private bathroom. Steam already filled the tiled room from the bath she had called ahead and had a servant draw. She stripped off her uniform, tossed it aside, and slipped into the bath. Kirari washed herself in the scented, soapy water for a few minutes then stepped out to rinse herself under the shower head, careful to keep her hair dry.

She toweled herself off and then took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. It was just starting to sink in that she would be like this for the next week. She technically could get dressed once she left school but she didn't see much point in that. Living as a nudist wasn't something she ever anticipated doing, but that's what made gambles so exciting. The unexpected.

Hyakkaou's uniform was quite stylish, but even Kirari's tailored shirt and coat downplayed her figure. Her breasts, while not as big as the likes Jabami Yumeko's, were still sizable. The mounds were capped in small, pale pink nipples and were quite soft. Even just her slightly shifting her weight while looking in the mirror caused them to sway gently. She would have to get used to the feeling of her unrestrained tits jiggling.

Her waist was slender but there was still a noticeable flair in her hips. Much like the school's blazer, the striped skirt downplayed her butt, which was also sizable and jiggly. Her pussy was clean shaven, a personal preference that she maintained, as well as her legs and under arms. She was thankful she was already in the habit of shaving.

Kirari never considered herself vain, but she still acknowledged that she was what most would consider attractive. She never sought to emphasize that, though. It was too boring. There would be no hiding it now, though. Kirari reached for the door to the bedroom, butterflys dancing in her stomach, and opened it.