Ms.Watanabe threw out scissors with her hand and was ultimately beaten by my hand which gestured rock.

My face couldn’t help but brim with pleasure when the final moment of this battle between us had ended.

The most joy that arose from that moment was not that I had won but rather that she had lost. Knowing that she was a gambling addict, bad at betting and quite childish would all imply that she was a sore loser.

“Kukuku! Well I guess I won after all huh?”, I said in a cheerful manner.

Ms.Watanabe suprisingly had no outburst of emotion, although I had expected her to very well scream or even create a new terrifying face but she didn’t.

Her face almost looked accepting to her fate.

“Sigh~”,

Her gaze focused on me and she became extremely serious with her facial expression.

Ms.Watanabe closed her eyes with a disappointed look and began unbuttoning her top,

“Let’s get this over with you rug rat.”

Her words had a cold but calm underline to it.

Did I miss something, why is she getting undressed?

“W-What are you d-d-doing?”, I yelled out nervously.

Normally in this situation it would have been appropriate to look away but for some unknown reason my eyes were glued to the sight before me.

“I’m preparing for my punishment what does it look like?”, she said nonchalantly.

“By taking off your clothes, what kind of punishment did you plan on making me do?!”

Ms.Watanabe removed her thin black office top and skirt, which left her in only a white long sleeved shirt and her underwear.

She wasn’t even fazed by stripping in front of me, but she did look like it was a tedious activity she was longing to finish.

She walked over to Shihos side of the room and reached into her drawer pulling out an item of clothing.

“This should work, but seriously does it have to be so small? It seems she’s one size smaller than me, it’ll work for now.”

Ms.Watanabe had taken out Shihos school training uniform, the same type that Hanoko wore. It was skin tight and emphasized the breast region on women as the material ended from the clavicle up.

She took off her white shirt and tossed it at my face suddenly, the smell of cherry and burnt Oakwood flooded my nostrils.

I was lost in the sea of aromas that captivated my being until the realization of the bizarre situation of tonight resurfaced.

If I take off this shirt will she be…I would just need to remove this from my face and I-I would s-see!

I grabbed a handful of material and snatched it off my face and tossed it to the ground, before me was ms.Watanabe bent over with half her leg inside of the one piece uniform she was holding earlier.

Her large breasts were dangling forward, with only a black bralette separating the full view of her breasts and my eyes.

“Gulp.”

As she twitched slightly from balancing on one leg her breasts slapped slightly back and forth against her upper abs area.

The dark black bra contrasted against her brilliant white skin creating a harmonic scenery for my eyes.

Her long legs were smooth and clear which resembled the beautiful craftsmanship of the pillars which held up Olympus.

She had managed to squeeze into most of the uniform but did not struggle too much because the only difference so far was height between herself and Shiho. When she had to get it over her breasts she showed a fierce face, the rubber like material stretched over half her breasts and squeezed down leaving her cleavage highlighted due to both breasts being clasped together, almost as if that area of the uniform would burst at any moment.

“Alright I’m ready.”, she said sternly.

“For what exactly…?” I asked terrified.

What could she possibly have planned that would require her to dress like that, also why did she dress like that in front of me?!

Ms.Watanabe dropped to the floor instantly, she kept herself lying down on her belly with her arms to the side and palms flat on the ground.

She lifted herself off the ground in the push up position and repeated this action slowly.

“One…Two…Three…Four.”

“Huh…?”, I queried.

Each time she would descend to the floor her large breasts would compress down and highlight her exposed cleavage. Even when her stomach laid flat on the floor she was unable to fully lower her upper area due to the heavy load she was carrying on her chest.

“I-Is this the punishment…Push ups?”

“Five…Six…Yes, I planned on…having you…do my circuit…we completed in the army.”, she grunted.

She kept a moderately perfect pace in between each rep, which showed how in shape she was. Hearing that she was in the army also gave indication that she must have some incredible physical ability.

Although she was in incredible shape she was already sweating, not because of the exercise but due to the intense struggle of getting her enormous breasts into the tight uniform.

Ms.Watanabes raven black hair fell down in front of her ruby eyes blocking her sense of vision and causing her short temper to be tested.

She flicked her head to the side to get the hair to sway out of her way which ended up shaking her bearings, resulting in her bosom to shake sideways and clap against her arms.

Is this a dream or perhaps one of my wildest fantasies?! If this is real then I should saviour it because there’s no way this would get better.

After completing a full set of 200 push ups she then stood up and walked over in front of me.

The already sweaty breasts had lines of moisture which ran down into her squeezed cleavage.

“Stand still ok or else you’re dead.”

“Stand still? What are you gonna do-”

She suddenly jumped into the air right in front of me and wrapped her legs around my shoulders all in one swift action.

She grabbed my head and pulled me in close, after my face slammed into the lower area between her thighs she fell backwards while keeping her legs around me. Against my chest I could feel her back, firm yet a little warm.

Around my neck was the warm grip of her large thighs, overall she was quite fit but her thighs and breast were especially blessed. The warm and soft plush against my cheeks felt comforting and gave me the fear of when I would have to part with them.

The most distracting element was the faint smell of fresh flowers radiating in front of my nose which allured every fibre of my being. I couldn’t bring myself to look forward though, so I nervously closed my eyes for a moment until I felt the position of her body swaying.

There was a constant tug for my body to fall forward as she swayed back but then I saw her head rise in front of me, with her arms folded over her chest.

“One.”,

She said as she fell back down and proceeded to come up again.

She’s…She is doing… She’s going to do sit ups using me as a support beam!?