"H-Hai, arigatou, sensei!"<br/><br/>Hikari seizes the bottom of her shirt in both hands and swiftly yanks it upward, having to virtually peel the cotton off her bare breasts.  The massive orbs fall free with a pronounced<em>flop</em>and a retaliatory bounce that spawns a series of progressively less exuberant jiggles until the freed flesh finally settles on her chest.  The warmth doesn't find her face, this time, but it does rise elsewhere; for some reason, as she's putting the shirt aside and reaching for her bra, she finds herself staring at Sanro's back.<br/><br/>The thought that he's there, and that she's half-naked, and he might see her half-naked...  isn't altogether as terrifying as it should be.  A tiny huff of hot breath later, and she's decided that her panties might be higher priority than she or Sanro had allowed for, if her pussy is going to keep<em>pulsing</em>at her like this every time she accidentally squeezes her thighs together.  The teen drops onto her backside unceremoniously, reaching down to unlace and remove her shoes.<br/><br/>"Kimekomi-sensei," she beckons, and--subconsciously, it would seem--pauses long enough that the natural response would be to assume she wants his attention before she continues speaking, "no peeking, ne?"  As she says it, she unbuttons and unzips her jeans, wiggling and bucking her hips to help get them down over her wide hips.  With her legs squeezed together, her outer folds look like little more than a papercut lined with pink floss, but even still one can make out a faint glisten between them...