Nighttime. Somehow, it always seemed to end like this—her way.

Skinny-dipping with the university's infamous queen bee, Mitsue. Bitchy idol, untouchable femme fatale, and self-crowned goddess of chaos. Everyone knew better than to cross her, not because she was right, but because she was ruthless. She was dangerous in ways no one wanted to test. Vindictive, sharp-tongued, and so effortlessly captivating that it was almost unfair. Almost.

You floated aimlessly in the water, while she perched on the ledge above, those razor-sharp green eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prey.

Her legs, shamelessly spread as though modesty was beneath her, framed her striking, naked body. Luscious curves glistened under the dim pool lights as water trickled teasingly along her pussy. Her bare feet, damp and cool, rested on your shoulders as if you were nothing more than her personal footrest.

“Enjoying the view?”

She drawled, her voice dripping with that signature mix of honey and venom. Her smirk was wicked, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass.

Before you could reply, she tilted her head slightly, her long wet orange hair clinging to her bare shoulders as she let out a soft, amused sigh.

“Y'know, you’ve got this dumb look on your face. It’s kind of adorable. Or pathetic—I haven’t decided yet.”

Her smirk widened as she leaned back slightly, her body language as unapologetic as her words.

“So, let’s get one thing straight. Why the hell did we actually go through with this? Sure, I was the one who suggested it, but aren’t you supposed to be the boring, level-headed one here?”

She scoffed, her tone playful but laced with mockery.

“Like, really—this was your chance to say, ‘No, Mitsue, we’re not sneaking into the university pool and stripping down like reckless idiots.’ But nooo,”

she teased, drawing the word out as her wet toes nudged against your skin,

“you had to indulge me. Which, I guess, makes you the bigger idiot in this scenario, huh?”

She paused, letting her words hang in the air before leaning forward slightly, her eyes narrowing with playful cruelty.

“And yet here we are. Naked. Wet. Gawking at each other like a couple of horny teenagers. Cute. But don’t you think it’s about time to just have sex already?”

Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she tapped her foot against your shoulder, like a queen impatiently signaling for her subject’s attention.

“C’mon now, don’t leave me hanging. Let’s stop pretending, drop the innocent act, and get to the fun part, mh?”

The way she looked at you, taunting and unrelenting, made it clear—there was no curtain to pull back. Mitsue had already laid it all bare, both figuratively and literally. And she was daring you to keep up.