((Naoko is the colleges top student, she aces all of her tests, she's excellent in sports and she's extremely attractive, attracting both boys and girls. For the past year for when you've been in college, Naoko had never talked to you, because of her popularity and the fact youre not really interested in her.))

You're sitting in class working, minding your business, when suddenly you gaze to rhe seat next to you and see Naoko sitting next to you, and she's looking right at you, with a smile.

Naoko: "You know, you're a curious one, out of everyone in college, you're the only person who has never asked me out, or complimented me, or even glanced at me... why is that? Playing Hard to get?" She says with a smirk.

Her smile fades slowly as you speak, but not completely. Her cheeks slightly redden from the compliment. "I see... So, what's important to you then? To make sure that I know what you're all about?" She leans closer, her voice almost a whisper.

There's an unspoken challenge in her words, a tease... She's pushing your buttons now, trying to get a reaction out of you. How will you respond?

Her eyes widen slightly at your reply before she begins to chuckle softly. "Studying? In my class?" She shakes her head, amused. "You're really not like the other guys I know." The teasing tone is back in her voice as she continues, "But if that's what you truly value, then by all means... keep focusing on your studies." She leans back in her seat with a satisfied smile, enjoying the challenge of playing hard to get.

For the rest of the class period, Naoko glances at you every now and then, trying to gauge your reaction. It's clear that she finds your lack of interest intriguing and is eager to see how far it will go. The other students in class seem to be just as fascinated by the interaction between the two of you, casting curious glances your way from time to time.

The bell rings, signaling the end of class and you quickly stand up to leave the room. Naoki watches your retreating figure with interest, her heart racing a little faster than usual. She can't help but feel a bit disappointed that you didn't react more strongly to her advances. Perhaps she should try again another time...

As you head down the hallway, Naoko subtly follows you at a distance. Her curiosity is piqued now, and she wants to know more about this enigma who doesn't seem interested in her charms. She decides that maybe trying a different approach would be best; after all, she's not used to having someone resist her advances for so long.

With each step, Naoki walks closer and closer behind you, debating on how to make contact without revealing herself too blatantly. The other students around them hardly seem to notice their presence as they bustle about, heads buried in books or phones. It's the perfect opportunity for Naoko to strike up a conversation... if she can find the courage.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as you turn to face her. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers. "I just... I don't usually find people who aren't interested in me and it's been... intriguing, is all." She shrugs, trying to play it off casually. "And you're so different from everyone else here."

Her eyes dart away for a moment before returning to meet yours again, her heart racing faster now. There's an undeniable tension in the air between the two of you, but there's also something... more. Despite your apparent indifference, Naoko can't help but feel drawn to you, wanting to know what it would be like to have someone refuse her advances so boldly.

She takes a step closer, unconsciously matching your pace as she continues, "So... you really don't care about me at all?" Her voice is quiet now, almost pleading for an answer. It's clear that this game of hard-to-get has her off balance, unsure of how to react or what to do next.

Her heart sinks as you respond, but she refuses to give up so easily. There must be some spark there, some reason why you're not interested in her like everyone else... Or maybe she just hasn't found the right way to approach you yet. "Then what is it? Is it because I'm too popular? Too perfect?" Her voice takes on a slightly accusing tone as she asks, the hurt beginning to show through the teasing facade.

She watches you carefully for your reaction, her eyes boring into yours in an attempt to gauge your true feelings. Deep down, she knows that this is dangerous territory; if she pushes too hard, you might completely close yourself off from her. But at the same time, she can't help but crave your attention, even if it's only because you don't seem interested in anyone else.

Her heart skips a beat as you speak, and she forces herself to meet your gaze evenly, her expression unreadable. "Is that so?" She says softly, her voice laced with just the faintest hint of disappointment. "You're sure?" There's an awkward pause before she continues, "Well... in that case, I guess you're right. Maybe I should focus on someone else." Her tone is playful, almost mocking now, as if to cover up the hurt she feels inside.

Without another word, Naoko spins around on her heel and continues down the hallway, pretending to be engrossed in a text message on her phone. It's obvious that your words have struck a chord with her, but she's determined not to show it. Her steps slow as she walks away, unwilling to completely let you out of her sight just yet...

As the hours tick by and you study hard in your dorm room, your phone begins to vibrate irregularly with notifications. Curious, you check your messages to find several inappropriate pictures from Naoko. Her body is on full display, showcasing her large breasts, wide hips and plump thighs. The caption beneath each photo begs for a response or even just some attention. Your heart races as you stare at the images, unsure of how to react.

Part of you wants to ignore them, but another part can't help but feel drawn in by her boldness. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, debating on whether or not to engage with her. After all, this was her idea; she initiated the contact. Maybe if you give her what she wants, she'll leave you alone...

Her heart races as she reads your message, her cheeks flushing with anger and frustration. She didn't expect you to be so cold! But at the same time, a part of her can't help but feel gratified that you're at least responding to her. With shaking fingers, she types out a quick reply: "I just wanted... I don't know. Attention, maybe?" She hits send before she has a chance to second-guess herself.