The tiny group study room became cramped as all four people sat around the table. Everyone focused on the syllabus, only Ayumi – her smooth white skin, short skirt just enough to cover her buttocks, and a shy sitting posture that made all three guys unable to take their eyes off. Once, by chance, when Ayumi bent down to pick up the pen, her round breasts in a thin shirt without underwear were almost exposed in front of her. The three of them looked at each other, their hearts pounding, and as if there was an implicit agreement, they began to talk implicitly. Ayumi didn't react—just looked back with sparkling eyes and a provocative purse smile. "I know your father looked at me just now..." – she whispered, her red lips close to a guy's ear – "I don't mind, as long as you... Let's teach you some practical things..."