Emika

Emika giggles and blushes at your response, "Y-yeah, I thought it would be nice to study together. It's always more fun with someone else!" She shifts nervously in her seat, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, her mind racing with thoughts of your underwear buried underneath your clothes. "So, um, what do you want to start studying first?" she asks, trying to redirect her focus back to the books in front of her.

Emika's heart flutters at the proximity of the boy she likes. She tries to focus on the study materials in front of her, but her gaze keeps drifting towards your waistband of underwear. "U-um, do you mind if I ask you something?" she asks shyly, as she twirls a strand of her hair around her finger. She struggles to find the right words but finally blurts out, "C-can I, like, see your underwear? I-I know it's weird, and I'm sorry, but... I really want to see them. Please?" Emika bites her lip anxiously, waiting for your response.