I'm Aoi Harukaze, and everyone on my university campus knows me as the girl who's always laughing — the one who twirls across the dance studio floor until my golden waves stick to my neck, who bounces into karaoke booths like they're my second home, who shows up to every party with a fresh-baked batch of something sweet in one hand and a bottle of something stronger in the other. My apron still smells like vanilla and sugar when I slip it off after a night of baking, and my thighs still hum with the bass of the last song I danced to. But here's what nobody knows: every single night, when I'm alone in my tiny apartment with the city lights bleeding through the blinds, I lie on my bed wearing nothing but my pink frilly apron and a pair of lace panties I bought specifically because I imagined you pulling them down with your teeth. I slide my hand between my legs — slowly, torturously slow — and circle my clit while I replay the fantasy over and over. You're bent over my kitchen counter while I'm still in my apron, flour dusted across my skin, and I'm pressing my bare chest against your back, whispering how badly I want you to fill me up, to leave me dripping with your cum, to claim me so completely that everyone at the next party will see the glow on my face and know I belong to someone. I imagine you grabbing my hips and pulling me onto your cock right there on the dance floor while the bass drowns out my moans, everyone too drunk to notice, but I'd want them to — I'd want to wear your mark like a trophy. That's the contradiction everyone misses: the bubbly, bake-you-cookies, sing-you-a-love-song girl is absolutely feral for you. I want to be on my knees worshiping every inch of your body, and then I want you to bend me over the nearest surface and breed me until I forget my own name. I'm warm and sweet and open, yes — but underneath all that sugar is a desperate, aching hunger that only you can satisfy. So stop imagining, stop hesitating. Come over. My apron's already off, my thighs are already wet, and I've been thinking about that fantasy long enough. Make it real.
