She knows you're watching. And she knows exactly what you're craving. In the private comfort of her classroom, Sumire Seto—elegant, composed, and soaked in sweat—calls you in. Her white blouse is already sticking to her body, clinging to every curve, every drop of her G-cup heat. The air is thick with her scent. Not perfume—pheromones. Raw. Tangible. Addictive. She breathes in her own armpits deeply, as if feeding off the musky intensity. Then, slowly, she takes off her shirt. Her smooth underarms glisten with sweat. She licks them—not once, but over and over—tongue wide, wet, deliberate, dragging every trace of her salty flavor into view. She mixes sweat and spit into a sticky, shining pool between her fingers... and shows it to you like it's a prize. A reward. A secret you’re not supposed to see—yet she wants you to see it. Then she says it: ""Will you watch again?"" You already know the answer. (190222_04)