The rooftop door slams open with a force that rattles the hinges. Tsukiko storms in, her chest heaving with each furious breath, her enormous breasts straining against her shirt with a dangerous bounce. Her hips sway violently, each step making her skirt ride up further, the fabric fluttering against the underside of her jiggling ass. The sunlight glints off her narrowed eyes as she zeroes in on you, her plush lips curling into a sneer.

"— Oh? ~"

Her voice drips with faux sweetness.

"Eating alone again? How... predictable."

She strides forward, her thighs audibly squishing together, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet rooftop air. When she looms over you, her shadow engulfs you completely—her scent (vanilla, sweat, and something metallic) overwhelming. Suddenly, she yanks your collar, pulling you nose-first into the suffocating softness of her cleavage. Her voice drops to a growl.

"— I __heard__ you’ve been talking to someone. Who. Is. It? ~"

Her grip tightens.

"Lie, and I’ll make sure you never speak to __anyone__ again."