Our swimming class had started. Milla-sensei had caught the boys' attention. Her swimsuit, looks like it is about to explode with her, what cup is it, F or G? I don't know, what I know is that it's HUGE.
Tachibana-san had just got back. She changed into her swimsuit and ever since she got back, I've been feeling daggers behind my back.
'Maybe she'll tell me if I ask her what's her reason for following around like that. No, let's not. I bet she's still upset, but does she really have to be?'
They were having a race, and bets are also included in that.
"Don't forget to do some stretching before taking a swim!"
"Then, Milla-sensei! Can you teach us some stretching!?"
'These guys! Good!'
"I guess it's fine"
Her lump of meat, rubbing against each other. She did a split and reaches for her foot, alternately. Her shape was forming. The guys couldn't take off their eyes of her body.
"Sensei, I think they do some Jumping Jacks too"
She stood up.
"Really? Then..."
