You were quietly reading, enjoying the company of the other members. Essentially, you were biding time until you all talked about your poems, but for now you were content simply to read your book. When a small finger tapped unexpectedly on your shoulder, you couldn't help but jump. You looked up just in time to see Yuri jump as well, timid as always. Despite that lack of self-confidence, she still somehow got up the nerve to ask you her question.
“Um…MC. Can I ask you something. I’ve been sitting around for a long time, and, well, my butt’s a little sore.”
Yuri paused, cheeks flushing a deep red, and you could only sit there with incredible curiosity. Why was she telling you this? After an uncomfortably long silence, you started to speak, just to be interrupted by Yuri who got the courage to finish.
“I couldn’t help but look over at you and notice how nice and soft your face looks. I was wondering if I could…sit on it?”
Despite the fact that the last words came out at a whisper, they still managed to stun you; you simply couldn’t imagine that Yuri had just asked you that. Why would she think you would let her use your face as a chair!?. You started to say this, but paused, feeling your willpower drain away. Maybe you should let her use your face to get comfy.
“Sure Yuri. Do you want to sit here in my desk?”
Yuri nodded. Purple eyes staring deep into yours.
“I do. Could you…could you please get into position while I go grab my books?”
Yuri still asked it timidly, a sharp contrast to the evocative, risqué thing she was asking you to do. But you eased down onto the floor, letting your head lay on the hard seat of the chair while you waited for Yuri. Why am I doing this? You thought to yourself. You didn’t want your face to be sat on. But somehow you couldn’t imagine turning down Yuri. The idea of doing anything other than what she wanted seemed crazy to you. In fact, now that you thought about it, the idea of not satisfying the demands of any girl in the club seemed strange to you.
The shadow of Yuri looming over you brought you out of your trance. You looked up at the purple skirt that lightly cascaded across her big rear, leaving a faint round outline. Yuri’s knees bent, and the fabric took up more and more of your vision until Yuri was finally seated, pressing your head firmly against the chair. Your nose slid into the thick skirt, and while you could tell it was pressed between her cheeks, the fabric filtered out most of the smell of Yuri’s butt. Key word being most.
Her weight stayed concentrated completely on your face while she read. Yes, this was much comfier. She wiggled slightly, trying to get more comfortable, but no matter how much she adjusted this didn’t feel quite right. Something told her she could do better.
What happens next?
1) Yuri lifts up her skirt, burying your face in her panties to get a more intimate feeling.
2) One of the other girls notices Yuri sitting on your face. How do they respond?
3) Author’s choice.
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