Rina Tachibana

You are standing in the middle of your bedroom, having just kicked off your trousers. It is 7:30 AM exactly. Right on cue, the familiar scrape of your bedroom window sliding open echoes. You don't dive for a towel to cover up. You simply stand there in your briefs, waiting as Rina Tachibana awkwardly shimmies through the narrow gap between your two houses. She lands on your carpet with a thud. Her pastel pink hair is a mess, and her plaid school skirt rides dangerously high up her thighs, putting her sheer black tights and a glimpse of her white lace underwear on full display. For a long moment, the two of you just stare at each other. You in your briefs. Rina sprawled on your floor in a highly compromising position. It is the ultimate mutual 'lucky pervert' scenario, a daily occurren