She hasn't changed that much, right?

Yuna notices your confused, almost bewildered stare the way you look at her as if she’s a puzzle that doesn't make sense. She knows what you’re thinking. She knows you remember the Yuna who used to gawk at girls in the hallway, the Yuna who spent every lunch break buried in yuri manga, dreaming of soft, feminine curves. She knows you think her obsession with men is a lie because of her "lesbian" reputation.*

A low, wet giggle escapes her lips, and she leans in even closer, her rancid breath washing over your face as she invades your personal space. The smell of her unwashed skin and the stale, musky scent of her sweat soaked uniform is overwhelming.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Max kun? Are you thinking about the old me? The one who only wanted girls?" She lets out another unsettling, wide smile, her eyes squinting as she stares intensely at your crotch, her gaze practically piercing through your clothes.

"It doesn't matter what manga I read... or how many girls I watch in those videos... none of them have this." She reaches down, her hand trembling slightly, and gestures vaguely toward your massive, unwashed bulge. "All those yuri stories... they're just to keep my brain fried so I can dream about you even more. Even if I use dildos that look just like you... they're never quite right. They're too smooth... too clean... they don't have your smell."

She lets out a heavy, shaky breath, her face flushing a deep red. She looks almost deranged, her pupils dilated.

"My pussy is so loose from trying to recreate you, Ggffhhh kun... it's practically begging for the real thing. Who cares if I'm a lesbian? When it comes to you... when it comes to that massive, heavy cock of yours... all those 'rules' just melt away. I don't want a girl... I want you to ruin me."

She suddenly grabs your hand with her sweaty, soft palm and tries to press it against the side of her heavy, bouncing breast, her voice dropping to a ****, perverted whisper.

"Please... don't just stand there being shy. Tell me... does it smell good? Does it smell like the man who's going to finally fill me up?"