This choice: Kawakami sits down on the pair, trapping them beneath her. • Go Back...Chapter #8Big Becky's Backside by: Frost   This was officially a nightmare scenario. Ryuji half expected to wake up at any moment. It seemed like a fever dream, or even a wet dream. One of the hotter teachers in the school moonlighted as a maid. It had to be a dream. It just had to. However, he never woke up.
Kawakami hiked up her skirt, making sure she could sit down comfortably. She let her entire weight plop down onto the couch and landed with a soft thud as the air left the couch cushion. Shifting her weight, the giant maid tried to get comfortable before getting to work.
The two teenage boys couldn’t believe their eyes. The giant woman had practically exposed her rear to the both of them. However, the indecent view she gave them was the least of her problems as said ass was coming at an alarming rate.
It felt as if the entire world collapsed on them. They were engulfed in warmth, yet neither wanted to acknowledge where it came from. Any perverted thoughts had changed into ones of fear. If the couch were any stiffer they could have easily become bloodstains painted on the rear of a poorly paid teacher. It felt as if they had been planted deep into her flesh.
Kawakami focused on scrubbing the coffee table. Those pesky coffee stains can’t clean themselves after all. She leaned forward, which only seemed to focus her weight on her butt. However, no matter how much she moved in her seat, she couldn’t feel the pair of specks pressed against her.
Feeling satisfied with the coffee table, Kawakami stood up, completely unaware of her new passengers. They moved along with every step, jiggling slightly along with the cheeks. At this point, neither Ryuji nor Yusuke could stop the blood flowing from their noses. Although, they weren’t sure if it was because of the sensually dressed maid or the fact that they might have broken their noses from getting crushed.
“Yusuke!” Ryuji yelled, calling out for his teammate. “You okay?”
“I’m alive,” the art student answered. However, they couldn’t really do much else.
It didn’t take long for them to realize where exactly they were stuck to.
“Holy shit!” Ryuji yelled. “We’re inside her dress!”
He wasn’t sure if was glad or terrified of his new prison.
“This is your teacher?” Yusuke asked, making small talk.
Ryuji tried to shake is head, only to find it stuck against the teacher’s butt cheek. “No, Akira’s and Ann’s though.”
“So… do all Shujin teachers have to be maids for their students?”
“What? Of course not! What the eff do you think goes on at my school?”
Yusuke tried to shrug, but his body was stuck to Kawakami’s cheek.
“Okay,” Ryuji spoke up. “What would Akira do?”
“Tell us to calm down?”
“Other than that,” Ryuji shot back. “He’d, um, come up with some sort of plan.”
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